Chapter 202 Iron Moon
Chapter 202 Iron Moon (8600 words)
An Younan dragged a chair and moved to sit next to Wang Zixu, his knees almost touching his. He opened the contract and spread it on his legs:
"Considering that you may have heard most of my plan from Ning Chunyan, I'll make it short. The contract format I'll give you is based on that of a Class A internet celebrity..."
When he heard the words "Class A Internet Celebrity", Wang Zixu's face twitched. An Younan caught the change in his expression and continued:
"…refer to the standard contract for Class A influencers. Except for the live broadcast part, all other aspects are the same. As for the specific figures, I decided to revise them for you—"
She picked up a pen and crossed out the "500 million" in the "signing fee" column on the contract and changed it to "650 million". Then, she changed the "20" in the "appearance fee" column to "26".
After finishing the revision, she closed the pen cap, raised her face, and stared into Wang Zixu's eyes: "I'll give you this number."
Sartre started to chatter behind him again: "Promise her! Promise her! Promise her!"
Wang Zixu ignored Sartre and said to An Younan: "I have a question."
"Excuse me."
“Why do you offer to pay more?”
An Younan curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You look better than I thought, which is good for our brand image, so I'll give you more money."
"What do you imagine me to be like?"
"Like Ma Baoguo."
"So, you think my image is 30% better than Ma Baoguo's?"
"Correct."
"I don't mean to disrespect Mr. Ma," Wang Zixu said, "I'm not a particularly handsome guy, but isn't 30% a little too little?"
"Really? Do you think so?"
“I think it should be at least 35%.”
An Younan finally couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud with his hands covering his mouth.
"In that case, let me give you another suggestion."
She opened the pen holder and, giggling, changed the "26" on the contract to "26".
After the revision, she raised her face and looked into Wang Zixu's eyes, and asked provocatively: "Is this reasonable?"
An Younan was of course joking. After she came to her senses, she could no longer hide the surprise in her eyes. She was actually quite satisfied with Wang Zixu's image.
It's like when you meet someone online and find that the person's photo is not only not photoshopped, but the person is even better looking than in the photo. That's how she feels now.
Wang Zixu said: "It is a little bit more reasonable. Although I think it is vulgar to measure appearance by money. But it is a little bit more reasonable."
An Younan smiled again, her eyes narrowed. She said to him, "I didn't expect that we could get along so well. Since the timing is so good, how about we sign a letter of intent tonight?"
Sartre approached Wang Zixu from behind and whispered in his ear, "Is this enough? I think they are sincere, so just agree. Isn't there an old Chinese saying, 'wait for the price before selling'? Now the price is in place, what are you waiting for?"
Seeing that Prince Xu was indifferent, Sartre became anxious: "Zuo Ziliang has already planned to sell his shares, why are you still hesitating? People don't miss you, why are you still talking about loyalty? Hurry up and change jobs! If you jump too late, your value will depreciate!"
Seeing that he was still hesitating, An Younan continued, "Teacher Little Prince, popularity will not last forever. Even a few long-lasting stars need to constantly buy hot searches and appear on TV shows to keep themselves in people's memories.
"So far, you have only left the audience with a code name and a bunch of text. These are actually very easy to forget. Hurry up and sign the letter of intent tonight. Maybe I will change my mind tomorrow."
Finally, Wang Zixu spoke: "I can cooperate with you. But I have one condition."
An Younan smiled and said, "Please speak."
"I won't sign a contract with you as a little prince," Wang Zixu said, "nor will I sign a contract as an internet celebrity."
An Younan's face changed, he frowned, and closed the contract in his hand: "I can't understand this condition. What we want is the identity of the little prince. If you don't cooperate as the little prince, then what's the point of cooperation?"
Wang Zixu said: "If I have to explain, I will cooperate with Qingyan in the same way as I cooperated with Wen Ai. I will do the same thing with you as I did with Wen Ai."
An Younan sighed: "Teacher Little Prince, did you understand what I just said? The popularity needs to be maintained! The advantage of our Xunyi platform is that it is large enough and has many channels, so we don't have to be limited to text.
"If you come to us, you will have countless opportunities to appear on variety shows and trending searches. We also have professionals to help with marketing and promotion. We can make you a star and take your popularity to the next level. I don't understand why you are unwilling."
Wang Zixu stared at her for a while and said, "Calm down first."
"I'm calm."
"It's normal to have different opinions. The difference between you and me is that I think popularity is cheap, but words themselves are valuable."
An Younan retorted: "Words are cheap."
"It seems I can't convince you."
An Younan held the contract tightly with both hands: "I don't know if you have studied communication. Words are just symbols. The masses are not that literary. Only energetic college students can remember words.
"When time passes and the sands are washed away, only faces will be remembered. You can remember the faces of Tony Leung Chiu-wai and Chow Yun-fat, but can you remember their lines? From the perspective of communication, words are cheap!"
Wang Zixu said: "Chow Yun-fat starred in Let the Bullets Fly, and I can remember all the lines in that movie."
"That's because you have a good memory."
Wang Zixu said: "I will ask you a question. If you can answer it, I will go with you."
"You ask."
"After Qingyan was acquired by Xunyi, why is it that it still cannot beat Wenai even though it has such a large platform?"
An Younan was speechless for a moment.
After a while, she spoke up and said, "That's because you haven't come yet. We Qingyan lacks core competitive advantages and a promotional point."
"Not really. What Qingyan lacks is high-quality content." Wang Zixu leaned over and said to her, "Wen Ai doesn't have any bullshit promotional points. The Little Prince's reputation was spread by others. I was just a writer from the beginning to the end."
An Younan finally wavered and asked, "How did you do it in Wen Ai?"
"Write scripts. Two a day."
"That's it?"
"That's it." Wang Zixu said, "If there is anything else, it's that I have trained a few people to help me write scripts."
"I don't believe it." An Younan said.
"If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it."
An Younan's eyebrows twitched twice. Wang Zixu said this in the standard way of a scumbag. Although the content was irrelevant, she still felt very angry.
"You're so famous now, and your original body has published a super long novel called "Obtained". Do you write the script yourself? And write it every day?? How is that possible!"
"It does sound unbelievable, but it is the truth and there is nothing I can do about it."
Wang Zixu's expression had a hint of gloating, but it didn't look fake, which made An Younan completely confused.
After thinking in silence for a long time, she finally bit her lip and said, "Okay, let's try it."
She stood up, went to the bookshelf, rummaged through a pile of documents, and finally pulled out a stack of papers and placed it in front of Wang Zixu.
"This is the standard contract we provide to content creators. It's the kind that charges by word. I've crossed out the copyright part. We only charge by piece. Two scripts a day, right? I'll give you one..."
She put the pen to her lips, thought for a moment, and was unsure of the exact number, so she asked, "How much do you make at Wen Ai?"
"I am a shareholder of Wen Ai."
This is more reasonable, and An Younan is not surprised. She scratched her head and finally said, "Okay, then I'll give you 1 per article, no less than 50 articles per month, no upper limit. Of course, the quality must be up to standard. Is that okay?"
"puff--"
The Sartre who was sitting behind Wang Zixu burst into laughter.
1 per article, if calculated at two articles per day, that would be 60 per month. This is more than Wang Zixu's salary plus his share of the profits combined, and he doesn't have to take any risks.
An Younan really doesn't treat money seriously!
An Younan added: "I will sign a one-month contract with you. If the effect is good, we can renew it later. If not, then our cooperation will end. What do you think?"
For Xunyi, this contract actually cost nothing. Compared with variety shows, hot searches, and marketing, the 1 yuan per article is not worth mentioning, which means that there is no cost.
She poached the core role of her competitor without spending any money, which was pure profit for her. The only problem was that the other party was a shareholder, so there was a risk of working without putting in any effort. But she felt that the risk was controllable.
Wang Zixu nodded: "Okay."
Sartre finally breathed a sigh of relief.
An Younan made a few changes to the contract and said, "Okay, let's sign a letter of intent before we both regret it and fix the opinions of both parties."
Wang Zixu said: "Let me take a look at the contract."
An Younan handed the contract to him and Wang Zixu began to read it. An Younan also breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back comfortably in his chair.
"I don't know if my decision is right. Strictly speaking, giving you this contract is beyond my scope of responsibility, but I have some power beyond the scope of the specification in Xunyi. So I need you to give me some assurance, otherwise it will be very troublesome for us to handle our internal affairs."
While reading the contract, Wang Zixu asked, "I find it very strange. Aren't you the spokesperson for Xunyi? Why are you still in charge of such a large amount of money?"
An Younan raised his eyebrows: "You look down on me? Do you think I'm just a vase?"
"That's not what I meant. I'm just curious about who you are."
"Don't be curious."
"I am curious about the mystery surrounding you, not about you personally."
"That's even more forbidden." An Younan said with a smile, "I allow you to be curious about me, but you are not allowed to dig into my mysteries."
Wang Zixu smiled lightly and did not answer.
After turning a page, he asked, "How did you talk to Zuo Ziliang?"
An Younan was stunned: "Zuo Ziliang?"
"To be frank, I saw the letter of intent signed between Zuo Ziliang and you." Wang Zixu said as he read the contract, "Does he plan to sell Wen Ai?"
An Younan frowned slightly: "When is he going to sell Wen Ai?"
Wang Zixu suddenly raised his head: "No?"
"I don't know where you got your information from, but as far as I know, there is no such thing. If Zuo Ziliang is willing to sell Wen Ai, why would I have to work so hard to deal with you?"
After a pause, An Younan continued, "However, we have met and reached some gentleman's agreements between the industry leaders, which can be regarded as a memorandum. He is the same as you, with a very stubborn temper and a stubborn mind. It is true that people from the same family are of the same family."
Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back and the letter of intent in his hand fell to the ground.
He picked it up and then realized that he had completely misunderstood Zuo Ziliang.
He thought of talking to An Younan because he thought Zuo Ziliang was going to sell the company. If Zuo Ziliang hadn't betrayed them, then this premise would not exist.
From the perspective of benefits, he could indeed earn more and take less risk after changing jobs, but he could not just leave without talking to Zuo Ziliang. This went against his principles.
Wang Zixu returned the contract to her: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't sign it."
An Younan sat up straight and stared: "Why?"
"Zuo Ziliang didn't quit, so I shouldn't look for another job. I can't be so disloyal."
An Younan jumped up, clenched his fists, and danced like a child whose toys were confiscated: "I'm so mad!"
"I'm sorry." Wang Zixu said.
"Are you guys crazy? You're all like this! Wasting my time and my feelings!"
For a giant like Xunyi, An Younan, the image spokesperson in charge of negotiations, was a little out of control at this time. Considering that she is 8 years younger than Wang Zixu, it is understandable.
But it must be said that Wang Zixu's guilt at this time was genuine, and he said again: "I'm sorry."
"What's the use of saying sorry?" An Younan sat down with a cold face and said stiffly, "It seems that you are just like Zuo Ziliang, and you have made up your mind to go against Xunyi?"
"That's Zuo Ziliang's job. I've said before that I'm just a writer. If he wants to go against Xunyi, then all I have to consider is writing a script that can bring down Xunyi."
An Younan laughed angrily.
"Then you are aware of the consequences of going against Xun Yi, right?"
“Adults are responsible for their own choices.”
"Row."
An Younan collected all the contracts and tore them to pieces one by one.
"Then we have nothing to discuss. Go away. Remember to tell your shareholders when you go back to prepare for a full-scale war against Xunyi."
"..."
Wang Zixu was naturally not frightened by her. Xunyi Company had never left any room for competitors to survive. Even if An Younan did not say this harsh words, the two companies with completely overlapping tracks would still be in a situation of a fight to the death.
He just didn't know whether to laugh or cry - Shi Tonghe and An Younan, both had mansions, both were big shots who he couldn't afford to offend, and both had offered perfect conditions.
But he had to refuse both.
No matter how you look at it, Wang Zixu is in great danger.
He apologized to An Younan again, then turned around and prepared to leave.
"stop."
Wang Zixu turned around.
"It seems that the matter between us is not over yet?" An Younan's face was still cold, "I haven't settled the account with you for running into the spa to peek. I am willing to let it go for the sake of your cooperation with us. Now you don't want to cooperate with me, do you want to run away?"
Wang Zixu turned around, walked towards her and stretched out his hands.
An Younan asked: "What are you doing?!"
"Then it seems that you have no choice but to arrest me." Wang Zixu said, "Call the police."
"You think I don't dare to call the police, right? You think I can't bear to put the little prince in jail, right?"
"No, I'm serious." Wang Zixu said, "Looking at the current situation, I can't think of any solution other than going to jail." An Younan stared into his eyes for a long time, then laughed angrily.
"It won't be as simple as putting you in jail."
She lay down on the chair with her legs raised high, and said:
"Don't you know how to give massages? Master of Philosophy, come and finish the massage that you didn't finish last time."
Wang Zixu spread his hands in confusion.
"Come on?" An Younan patted his thigh. "Weren't you good at talking before? Are you pretending again now?"
Wang Zixu couldn't keep up with her unconventional thoughts at all.
This woman is completely driven by her own ideas.
"Come on, come quickly, I want to continue listening to your poetry." An Younan patted the chair again, "The little prince boasted to me and rejected my invitation. Can't I test his quality? At least let me know what kind of opponent you are?"
An Younan's reasons sounded good, but no matter how you looked at it, the dark side of this rich young woman's heart was revealed.
Wang Zixu asked: "If we do it, can we be even?"
"If you can satisfy me, I won't hold you responsible, okay?"
Wang Zixu sighed and walked behind her, but she slapped his hand away.
"Come here, come to the front, and massage your feet."
She hooked the stool next to her with her foot, then hooked her fingers, took off her two pairs of socks, and threw them on the ground, floating lightly like the shed skins of two small white snakes.
"Pay attention, or I'll kick you."
Wang Zixu half squatted down.
An Younan had a pair of feet with a very high arch. The soles of her feet were white, and the forefoot and heels were red. Because of the dry weather, there were some lines on the soles of her feet that were like palm lines, with very smooth edges. Her toes were very long, and each toe was very distinct. From the gaps between her toes, he saw her eyes flashing coldly.
Facing these feet, Wang Zixu asked sincerely: "Then how should I talk about poetry?"
"Talking about poetry is talking about poetry, just like you did last time."
"Then let me talk about Li Bai."
Then the foot slapped Wang Zixu's face mercilessly.
"Of course I want you to talk about poems I don't know. Don't fool me like a child. Do you understand?"
Wang Zixu didn't say anything. His left eye was stepped on by a toe. Miss An could dig out his eyeball with a slight bend of her toe. Her heel landed on his mouth. The middle of his nose was ravaged and lost its shape. He didn't even want to breathe.
Fortunately, her feet were not sweaty, dry, and not crusty, so they didn't hurt his face. If he smelled any odor from those sticky, slippery sweaty feet, he would want to die.
"Nod?" An Younan said domineeringly.
He nodded.
Miss An withdrew her foot.
Wang Zixu didn't know how much Miss An read, and it was difficult for him to protest against this "punishment without teaching". He moved his hands up and said:
"Since you want to hear poems that you are not familiar with, let's start with foreign poets."
"Hmm." An Younan lay on the back of the chair and hummed.
"In addition to Adonis, I also like the Austrian poet Rilke," said Wang Zixu. "He is one of the best Western poets in the 20th century. His poems have a sculptural beauty, gentle, silent, kind, and lonely. His language has broken through boundaries and touched the sky, like the holy sound of truth.
"'Summer is at its best. Place your shadow on the sundial, and let the wind blow across the pastures. Let the last fruits ripen on the branches; give them two more days of southern weather, and press their last sweetness into strong wine.'
"'If you don't have a house at this time, you don't need to build one. If you are lonely at this time, you will be lonely forever. You should wake up, read, write long letters, and wander on the tree-lined road without stopping, with leaves falling.'"
Wang Zixu placed his thumbs on the soles of the feet, rubbing them gently at first, then slowly applying force, feeling the stiffness of the owner of the feet's body, then relaxing, and then rubbing the Yongquan acupoint with even force.
"Rilke loved roses. He wrote that roses are like eyes, 'the gazing rose, which blooms and withers'.
"One day in 1929, a friend went to visit Rilke. He went to the garden to pick a white rose as a gift to his friend. The thorn of the rose pricked his finger, and the wound became infected and he died. One of the greatest poets of the 20th century died because of a white rose."
An Younan raised his head: "Really?"
"real."
"It's just like the plot of a novel," commented Miss An.
"Yes," Wang Zixu said, "Do you know Zweig? Zweig who wrote When the Stars Shine. He was familiar with Rilke. He said that Rilke was a pure poet."
“What is a pure poet?”
"A pure poet lives to write poetry, to write better poetry, and to write better poetry.
"He had a pair of blue eyes that were as famous as roses, so Zweig recognized him the first time he met him. Those deep, bright, pure eyes closed like a blooming rose. His epitaph reads:
"'The rose, oh, pure contradiction, willing to sleep under so many eyelids, as no one has ever done before or since.'"
"Well."
Miss An snorted. I don't know if she is satisfied with this part of the poem or not. Anyway, Wang Zixu is going to tell the next part.
"It is a pity that Rilke did not win the Nobel Prize for Literature like Yeats and Eliot, both of whom were equally great poets. Because of this, Rilke is not as famous as the other two.
"There is another South American poet who almost didn't win the Nobel Prize for Literature, Neruda. I'm going to talk about him next."
"Good!" Sartre behind Wang Zixu applauded.
An Younan said: "If you get it, you get it. If you don't get it, you don't get it. What do you mean by almost not getting it?"
"Don't worry, I'll get to it. The eternal themes of Neruda's poetry are love and revolution. He cares about humanity and the country. As Mr. Wen Yiduo said, the poet's most important gift is love, love for his motherland and love for his people.
"His love poems are also very moving. Even after being translated and losing many language elements, they can still touch the soul. Reading them makes people want to fall in love.
"I like you to be silent, as if you are far away.
“You hear me from a distance, and my voice cannot reach you.
"Like a kiss, it seals your mouth.
"As all things fill my soul,
“You emerge from everything and fill my soul.
"I like you to be silent, as if you were far away.
“You hear me from a distance, and my voice cannot reach you.
"Let me be silent in your silence. And let me speak to you through your silence.
"Your silence is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring,
"You are like the night, with its loneliness and its stars.
"Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright."
Although the room was heated, An Younan's feet began to feel slightly cold. Prince Xu thought, if that's the case, why bother taking off the socks? Fortunately, they didn't stink.
He covered his feet as much as possible with his palms, and his hands felt the coldness of the feet, and his feet felt the warmth of his hands.
An Younan let the afterglow of the poem echo in the air for two bars, and then he slowly said, "Do men like women to keep their mouths shut? Do they get annoyed when they hear them talking?"
"It can also be understood that way."
"Do you think women are not annoying? My dad is annoying my mom, and my mom is annoying my dad too. They always complain to me behind my back. My dad doesn't say anything to me. He also writes poetry."
"You have a very happy family."
"Where did you hear this happiness?!"
"It sounds pretty happy to me. My parents divorced when I was young. I only have my dad and rarely see my mom."
“…You haven’t told me how Neruda almost didn’t win the Nobel Prize for Literature.”
Wang Zixu said: "Neruda is a genius. He published his famous work "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" at the age of 19. But he did not win any awards. In 1964, Sartre won the Nobel Prize in Literature, but he refused to accept the award..."
At this point, the Sartre behind Wang Zixu covered his eyes: "Oh! No!"
"One of the reasons he refused the Nobel Prize was that Neruda had not won the prize either. This made the left-wing Sartre suspect that the Nobel Prize was not on the right track. This matter caused a lot of controversy and is still being discussed today.
"Three years after Sartre refused to accept the prize, in 1971, Neruda won the Nobel Prize in Literature. I don't know whether it was because Sartre's protest was effective or because Neruda's good friend Allende came to power and was elected President of Chile in 1970."
An Younan's expression showed that he didn't quite understand, and he said, "So, he still won the award, and Sate Bai was unlucky."
"Not really," Wang Zixu said. "Later, after the ban on historical documents was lifted, people discovered that Neruda had been nominated for the Nobel Prize many times, but was rejected many times because of his political inclinations. He was a member of the Chilean Communist Party."
"Oh——" An Younan raised his head, "Then there is something wrong with the Nobel Prize."
Wang Zixu was noncommittal: "The reason why I said 'almost didn't win the prize' is that just two years after he won the prize, Pinochet launched a military coup, the Allende government collapsed, and Neruda, a good friend of Allende, died mysteriously."
An Younan was silent.
“For the story about Allende, you can watch John Khan Jr.’s video about Chile.”
An Younan yawned.
"Okay, I understand. Next, let's talk about something domestic."
Wang Zixu felt like she was a foot masseur in "One Thousand and One Nights" and An Younan was the king who told her a story every day.
"Among the modern poets in China, the top ones are of course Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, Hai Zi, etc. There is also Yu Xiuhua who has become famous recently. But I want to tell you about a little-known poet, Xu Lizhi.
"Xu Lizhi is an assembly line worker at Futukang. He only has one collection of poems, "Iron Moon". His poems are full of despair. 'I swallowed a moon made of iron, and they called it a screw.' This kind of real cruelty makes people speechless when reading the book."
Wang Zixu changed the shape of his hand, touching the sole of the foot with the thicker part of his palm below the base of the thumb, and stretched out his thumb to push forward. The instep was smooth, and the toes changed their formation under the force of his hand, like a series of jumping notes.
"'I talk about blood out of helplessness. I also want to talk about romance, the history of the past dynasties, and the poetry in the wine. But reality forces me to talk about blood only.'
"'The blood comes from the matchbox-like rental house. It is narrow and cramped, and there is no sunlight all year round. It squeezes the migrant workers, the lost women and their husbands in different places, and me who rushes for a living during the day and writes poetry with my eyes open at night.'
"Perhaps he did not find the boundaries of language art, but what shocked people was the bloody and harsh reality. When I knew this poet, he was already dead. He fell from a building, possibly committing suicide. Now nearly 10 years have passed. The reality may have improved a little, or it may not have."
Even and subtle breathing sounds could be heard from the chair. Wang Zixu slowly stood up. An Younan had fallen asleep, with his head drooping on his chest.
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly. When talking about the lower class, power always tends to fall asleep. He tiptoed and gently covered her with a blanket. Then he slowly walked out.
He went out, closed the door, and turned around to see Duan Xiaosang with a twinkling look in his eyes.
"Where's Xiaonan?"
The prince pointed to the door and said, "She is asleep."
Duan Xiaosang didn't believe it. She walked into the room, took a look, and then walked out again, with an even stranger look in her eyes.
"What on earth did you talk about?"
Wang Zixu glanced at his watch. More than half an hour had passed. The man and woman had been alone in a room for more than half an hour. Only one man came out, and the woman fell asleep...
No matter how you look at it, it's very suspicious. Extremely suspicious. It's like a snake slowly swimming towards you with a blood-red apple in its mouth.
But Wang Zixu didn't want to explain. He just said, "We talked about poetry."
"poetry??"
Wang Zixu said: "I should leave now."
Duan Xiaosang had no choice but to let him go.
Wang Zixu walked to the door, and she came up to him and said, "Let's exchange contact information."
"it is good."
"You are Xiaonan's friend, and you are also my friend. If you have any questions about copyright operation in the future, you can ask me."
"it is good."
"I think you and Xiaonan are a good match. You two give me a sense of similarity."
"what?"
Wang Zixu felt that what she felt was totally unreasonable. In his heart, An Younan was like a larger version of Ye Lan.
Duan Xiaosang blinked at him and said, "You all have a similar energy. I can't describe what it is, but it's really similar."
After saying goodbye to Duan Xiaosang, Wang Zixu went downstairs and found the driver, who sent him home. Standing at the gate of the community, he felt as if he were in another world.
Looking back at the night sky, the moon is like a hook in the sky, dim and light. I wonder if it is made of iron.
Although it is the same moon, the moon written by Du Fu is not as famous as that written by Li Bai.
How many moons does Du Fu have? "Stars hang low over the vast plains, the moon rises over the great river", "A cloud in the sky is far away, the moon is lonely in the eternal night", and "The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown".
Anything else? Hmm… does “A letter from home is worth a ton of gold when war rages for three months” count?
Wang Zixu sneered, laughing at himself.
Go upstairs. Go home.
Li Bai has his own moon, Du Fu has his own moon. Fortunately, Xu Lizhi also has his own moon, although it is made of iron.
From a literary perspective, Xu Lizhi is now on par with any great poet. He will remember him. This is the meaning of literature. To care about literature is to care about humanity.
When he entered the living room, he found that the TV was still flickering dimly and there was no sound. When he approached the sofa, he saw that Ye Lan had fallen asleep.
Maybe because it was cold, she curled up on the sofa, her long legs in black leggings folded against her chest, her feet bare.
Although Wang Zixu just thought harshly that An Younan was a luxurious version of Ye Lan, Ye Lan was not a poor version of An Younan. No matter how you looked at her, she was cuter.
Except for the feet. Ye Lan was too tall and had big feet. An Younan's feet were smaller. He didn't like small feet. From a purely aesthetic point of view, An Younan's small feet with elegant arches were beautiful. Like a delicate porcelain pigeon.
Wang Zixu picked her up with great effort, put her back on the bed in her own bedroom, and covered her with a blanket. He also turned off the TV in the living room. Ye Lan was not woken up during the whole process.
(End of this chapter)