Chapter 226 The Pig in the Wind

Chapter 226 The Pig in the Wind

Chapter 226 The Pig in the Wind

The prince held her hand in vain, but she immediately broke free.

He thought Chen Qingluo stretched out her hand to warm him up, but it turned out that she was just showing it to him.

It goes without saying that she is Chen Qingluo, the woman in the world who is furthest away from being "coquettish and cute". How could she do such a thing?

The crow or magpie on the traffic light was still croaking in an unromantic way, and Wang Zixu wanted to climb up there, push it down with his butt, and sit there to croak. At least that would make it less awkward.

Chen Qingluo didn't look embarrassed at all. She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her footsteps were firm, making sounds on the broken leaves.

It was as if she had issued Wang Zixu a license to touch her hand - so even if he touched her, it didn't matter, she had no opinion. It was just that she didn't mean to let him touch her now. Not letting him touch her and not letting him touch her were two different concepts, and they were clearly distinguished for her.

She raised her hands back into the air as if nothing had happened and said, "Look, they're red from the cold."

"The weather is cold." Wang Zixu said meaningless words and felt like a fool.

"I got frostbite." Chen Qingluo said, "I got frozen when I was in seclusion writing."

Wang Zixu understood.

She meant that writing was very hard for her.

Come to take credit.

“Why don’t you turn on the air conditioner?”

"It's no use leaving it on. If you sit for too long, your body will get cold. If your torso is cold, your hands will get cold, too. It's inevitable."

Wang Zixu said: "It is best to get up and look into the distance every 20 minutes to move your body, which is also good for your eyes."

Chen Qingluo said: "It is difficult to have this awareness when in the flow state."

Wang Zixu could understand it very well. Although he was more resistant to cold, he had the same problem.

Flow is a fragile and stubborn state. It is not easy to enter this state, and it can be easily interrupted by being distracted by doing other things. Once you enter this state, small things like feeling cold can be easily ignored.

Wang Zixu said: "I'll give you a half-finger glove."

Chen Qingluo glanced at him and said, "I'm just sharing, not asking you to solve this problem. The point I'm talking about is 30 words."

Chen Qingluo pronounced the word "30" very heavily, and after she finished speaking, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

It can be seen that he is indeed here to take credit.

“Wow, you wrote 30 words??”

"Yes."

"So soon?"

"uh-huh."

"You've never written a book this long?"

"Yeah." Chen Qingluo nodded.

"So you want to show off in front of me?"

"Hmm?" Chen Qingluo frowned slightly and glared at him.

"The light is green."

Two people walked across the zebra crossing.

Wang Zixu asked: "Can I take a look?"

"I'll show you when I get back."

"I have another question," Wang Zixu asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"Ning Chunyan told me." She paused and pointed to the distance, "She's waiting at the restaurant over there."

Wang Zixu was shocked: "We are coming together?"

Chen Qingluo nodded.

Wang Zixu said: "I asked you if you wanted to eat together, and you said 'yes'."

Chen Qingluo said, "The reservation is to eat together, so of course you can."

Wang Zixu said: "But this will be ambiguous!"

Chen Qingluo turned to look at him: "What did you misunderstand?"

Wang Zixu was very stubborn and didn't answer.

He had thought it was just the two of them having lunch together. It turned out that he was just being too optimistic.

It goes without saying that Chen Qingluo is the woman in the world who is best at maintaining a reasonable social distance. She just finished her retreat and came to have lunch with him. How could such a good thing happen?
"What's on your mouth?" Chen Qingluo asked with her head tilted.

Wang Zixu touched his lips. The mark left by An Younan yesterday had not yet disappeared.

"I knocked on it."

"Where did you knock it?"

"On the door."

"Has your front teeth grown yet?"

In the middle of winter, Wang Zixu felt sweat on his back.

Chen Qingluo stared at his mouth carefully for a while, nodded and said, "Yeah, there's a canine tooth."

He said: "The door didn't have teeth, I did. I was talking at the time and didn't notice it, my chin hit the door and my teeth bit my lip, so it was broken."

Chen Qingluo said: "It sounds very rough."

"It was a very bumpy life. And it was very painful." Wang Zixu hid his guilty conscience very well.

Chen Qingluo said: "But from the appearance of the wound, it looks like your door hugged you and bit your mouth."

Wang Zixu quickly shook his head: "No, no, my door won't be like this."

Chen Qingluo looked at him with eyes full of suspicion, then turned her head away resolutely.

It was amazing that Wang Zixu had been arguing in the Literary Association all morning, and no one noticed the abnormality of his lips. But when he was next to Chen Qingluo, he was discovered in an instant.

Maybe girls are more observant. If they are too observant, it will put a lot of pressure on people. Wang Zixu is under a lot of pressure now.

He stared at her profile with bated breath. The curve from her earlobe to her neck was just like the line on the edge of a white porcelain cup that was gleaming with a faint glow. It was very lovely.

The two arrived at their destination, a Turkish restaurant. When they opened the door, wind chimes rang from somewhere, and the cold air and the hot mist of fennel bread immediately filled their arms.

There were about twenty teak tables in the hall, with guests sitting in groups of three or four, and the sound of the oud strings was faint. When Wang Zixu showed up, he happened to meet Ning Chunyan's eyes, and the other party immediately raised his glass high and waved at him with a smile.

Sitting opposite her were Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen.

Chen Qingluo just mentioned Ning Chunyan's name, which caused Wang Zixu to be self-indulgent again. Today is a collective gathering of the editorial department of "Xin Shang", not just to celebrate his success.

"Congratulations to our knight of literature for his triumphant return!"

Lu Qingxuan said, "It's not congratulations." Diao Yiwen said, "It's not a literary knight."

Wang Zixu had come over, sat down beside him, pressed the hem of his suit, and said, "It's not a triumph."

Chen Qingluo sat down opposite Wang Zixu, next to Ning Chunyan, while Wang Zixu sat next to Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen.

Ning Chunyan said, "Forget about Xiao Lu. What does it mean that he is not a literary knight? The title of literary knight was conferred by Gu Zao. Is it so shameless?"

Diao Yiwen smiled awkwardly and said, "Really? I saw people online saying he is a literary assassin."

Lu Qingxuan immediately said, "I know. I've seen that duplication. It photoshopped his face into an Assassin's Creed. It made me laugh to death."

Ning Chunyan widened his eyes: "Really? Why didn't I see it?"

"You probably don't brush pineapple pineapple."

Diao Yiwen interrupted: "There are also steep sounds. There are a lot of them."

Wang Zixu was confused: "What are you talking about?"

The waiter in a small jacket came over to take the order, and after handing the menu to Ning Chunyan, he stared at Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu was almost fuming because of his stare.

The waiter's expression changed from confusion to determination, and finally he pointed at Wang Zixu unprofessionally and said, "You are that one..."

Ning Chunyan patted the menu and interrupted his recollection forcefully:

"I want some lamb stew in a clay pot, lentil soup, Turkish flatbread with hummus, roasted eggplant puree, spinach and cheese pita bread, baklava... What are you drinking?"

Lu Qingxuan stared at the menu and said, "I want salty yogurt."

After sending the waiter away, Ning Chunyan covered her mouth and whispered to Wang Zixu: "Don't you know yet? You're famous!"

"Ah? Is this true?" Wang Zixu was quite surprised.

Lu Qingxuan drank some water and whispered:
"I'm the one asking if it's true or not. I've been watching your secondary creation videos at home all day, and you don't even know about it?"

Wang Zixu felt it was quite magical: "No one told me!"

In fact, someone told him.

The Donghai Literary Association held a day-long meeting yesterday to discuss his matter; everyone from Director Lu to Commissioner Gao were also talking to him about this matter; the unknown staff member he saw when he passed by the door were all talking to him about this with their eyes.

But he was focusing on the seriousness of the matter at the time, without any self-awareness of "I'm famous". At this time, the girls spoke to him about this in very down-to-earth language, which made him feel very unfamiliar.

Ning Chunyan showed him her phone and said, "Your story has become a hot topic all of a sudden. It feels like the whole world is discussing it. You were the hot topic yesterday and today."

When Wang Zixu took a look, he saw that the hot search interface on his phone screen was stuck on "Scolding the Literary Association for 10 Minutes". The top picture was a close-up photo of himself banging the table and glaring, which looked a bit distorted.

The top most popular Weibo post was a repost by director Qiao Hailin: "Remembering "Farewell My Concubine": People have to fulfill themselves!" Below that was a comment from a big V: "The Cultural Association should have been reformed long ago. It has a bunch of old men who only know how to hold meetings!" The comment section was locked, but there were thousands of reposts.

Wang Zixu felt a little dizzy, but he suddenly understood why the Literary Association had made such a big fuss.

Lu Qingxuan also joined in with great interest: "In fact, the most popular thing is not the hot search, but the video. The most popular of your secondary creation videos on Douyin has 40 views..."

Wang Zixu said: "It's only 40, not much."

Lu Qingxuan glared at him: "40 a day, and such a long video, what does that mean?"

"What concept?"

"It's become popular!" Lu Qingxuan said, "It will definitely break the million mark in the future."

After that, she handed over her phone as well: "This is very interesting. I photoshopped your table into Let the Bullets Fly, and Shi Tonghe into Huang Silang. Look."

Wang Zixu didn't dare to look.

Chen Qingluo said, "I saw it on Zhinu.com. How do you evaluate the author of Fire in the Stone, Wang Zixu? There are more than 200 answers."

Ning Chunyan patted Wang Zixu's shoulder across the table: "Wang Zixu, you are really famous!"

Wang Zixu was stunned for a long time before he said, "Who pushed for this?"

Lu Qingxuan was a little surprised: "No one pushed you. Your outburst at the seminar was very dramatic, don't you think? You cursed with a good feeling, and it had a good plot. It had the potential to become a big hit."

Ning Chunyan said: "That's both right and wrong. So many secondary creations have become popular and have become part of subculture. It's definitely not something that anyone can promote. But it's impossible to say that no one is promoting it. Otherwise, how did the original video get released?"

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Yes, the original video was shot clearly and from a good angle, and everyone's expressions can be seen. If it weren't for this video, it wouldn't have become so popular."

Diao Yiwen took a sip of tea and said softly, "What good luck."

Wang Zixu had some guesses about who released the video - An Younan was not at the scene, but she rushed here as soon as possible and said that she watched the whole scene, so she must have had a recording device at the scene.

But she helped to stir up trouble without saying anything, which was a bit inconsistent with her character of not doing anything without profit. Didn't we agree to see each other after the heat death?
Thinking of this, his mouth began to hurt again.

Ning Chunyan leaned forward and asked Wang Zixu, "With all this traffic, no one has contacted you from yesterday to today? My phone has been blown up, and they asked me if it was our editor who was on fire. I said yes, yes, yes."

Wang Zixu took out his cell phone and said, "I turned on the call restriction on my cell phone the day before yesterday. No one can call me except those on the whitelist."

If he hadn't turned on the call restriction, he would have been annoyed to death by the Cultural Association last night. How could he have had a good sleep?
Ning Chunyan said: "That makes sense, but it doesn't make sense either. No one has contacted you on WeChat or QQ?"

Wang Zixu said: "I didn't see it."

As he spoke, he opened it, and when he saw the word "99+" appear in a red dot in the lower left corner, he decisively clicked to exit.

"Forget it, I won't watch it now. I want to have a quiet lunch."

The waiter came and brought drinks, apple juice and yogurt. Everyone at the table kept their mouths shut tacitly.

After the waiter left, everyone started chatting again.

"Wang Zixu, this wave of traffic is a huge opportunity, you have to seize it," Ning Chunyan said, "If you can catch this wave of traffic, you can at least increase your followers by 20. Wouldn't that be enough to beat Shi Shuqiu? By the way, do you have a Weibo account?"

Wang Zixu said: "I don't have any."

Ning Chunyan sighed: "You are such a primitive man."

She picked up his phone and said, "Let me register one for you. Go claim this wave of traffic now. There's still time to increase your followers."

Wang Zixu quickly grabbed the phone: "No, no, I'm not used to using Weibo."

Ning Chunyan didn't let go: "You have to use it even if you're not used to it. If you miss this wave of traffic, you don't know if you will have another chance in the future."

"I can't produce anything useful on Weibo, so what's the point of claiming the traffic?"

"Fool! Traffic is of course useful!"

Ning Chunyan naturally couldn't snatch it from him. He held her hand and took the phone back under Chen Qingluo's aggressive gaze.

He is not so conservative that he doesn't want traffic. He actually has an account on Weibo, which can be seen by opening the app.

The only difference is that the name of his Weibo account is The Little Prince.

Ning Chunyan rubbed his brows and said, "Even if you don't want traffic, you should take this opportunity to run "Stone Fire" well. Otherwise, what are you going to do next?"

Lu Qingxuan also said, "I also think you should listen to Sister Xiaochun. Now that the Writers Association is targeting you, you have no choice but to publish your book and sell it well, otherwise you will be targeted to death."

Wang Zixu turned to look at Chen Qingluo, just in time to meet her slightly worried gaze.

He knew they were right. Moreover, what they said might be the only chance for Fire in the Stone to turn things around.

(End of this chapter)