Chapter 240: Walking in the Rain 1

Chapter 240: Walking in the Rain 1

Chapter 240: Walking in the Rain (9000 words)
"You'd better restrain yourself recently."

While we were eating, my mother suddenly said this.

An Younan pretended to be calm, put down the cola chicken wings he was eating, and shook his hair: "What's wrong with me?"

"I heard some bad rumors recently," the mother said, "your teacher said that a group of you guys seemed to be bullying a classmate?"

"Huh? Me? Bullying? Are you kidding me?"

An Younan opened his mouth wide, shook his head, and then looked as if he had realized something:
"You mean Zhao Ci? She didn't get along well with my friend, but I swear I didn't get involved. At most, I didn't stop them..."

Ms. An said: "For your dad, if your circle of friends participated, it was the same as you participating. There is no difference."

Before An Younan could complain, she continued, "Don't feel wronged. If your father hears about this, you will lose a lot of points in his eyes. So, you should either control your friend or draw a clear line."

An Younan pouted and poked around in his bowl with a spoon, muttering, "You want me to integrate into the group, but you also want me to draw a clear line. You guys are really hard to please..."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

During this period, the strategy of establishing a common enemy was successful. An Younan successfully broke into the small group of Hangzhou High School socialites and gained a certain status.

The price was that Zhao Ci's life became a little difficult. She applied to the teacher for a seat change several times, but failed. However, the teachers sensed the discord among the students.

If you want to talk about bullying, it's not bullying at all. What An Younan suffered in her previous school after she was found to be the illegitimate daughter of a mistress could be called bullying.

Zhao Ci's experience was not even one percent of that.

It’s just that this is Hangzhou High School, and every student is a treasure, so the teachers keep a close eye on them, so things are so exaggerated.

Seeing that she looked gloomy and unhappy, Ms. An changed the subject:

"Do you know why your father's fourth, fifth, and sixth daughters are all young and beautiful, but he pays the most attention to me?"

An Younan was very interested in this topic and raised his head: "Why?"

Ms. An said with a frown, "Because they don't understand your father's psychological needs. What he wants is not pleasure, but security, self-realization, and recognition of his ideals. They don't understand at all, they only know about makeup and medical beauty."

Ms. An added, "Your father has already divorced. The next period of time will be a critical period to determine whether we can move into a big house. I don't ask you to help me with anything, but at least don't hold me back."

An Younan nodded obediently.

The apartment where the mother and daughter live is located within the Second Ring Road of Donghai, with an area of ​​120 square meters. The total price is an astronomical figure, which an ordinary person cannot afford even if he works hard all his life.

An Younan hates this place.

Because this house does not belong to them. They are just staying there temporarily.

This made her feel like a hiding mouse.

She doesn't want to be a mouse anymore.

She must live in a big house.

...

When Zhao Ci returned to the classroom, he saw that An Younan's friends had filled his seat, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Sorry, Zhao Ci, they're leaving for class," An Younan said with a smile on his face, "You should go outside and exercise first."

Although it was his seat, Zhao Ci was already accustomed to this kind of bullying and was powerless to resist. He lowered his head and walked over, muttering "I'll get the book", and reached into the table to fiddle with it.

After Zhao Ci left, Jiang Yao, who was sitting in her seat, raised her hand and a notebook appeared in her hand.

"Look what I found? Zhao Ci's diary!"

An Younan frowned: "Why did you touch her things?"

"I didn't touch it. It dropped on the ground when she was getting something just now. I just picked it up." Jiang Yao complained.

"Put it back." An Younan ordered, "It is very rude to touch other people's personal belongings casually."

"Don't be so serious, Jiang Yao didn't mean it. And this isn't her diary, it looks like a poem she wrote."

An Younan took the notebook, opened it and saw neat handwriting. Every page was filled with poems, some long and some short.

Zhou Qingqing came over, stared at the words on the notebook and read:
"Crowded desks, empty corridors, my silent shadow outside the window grilles, forming a lonely period... Wow, did she write this herself?"

"I'll search on my phone to see if it's copied."

After discovering Zhao Ci's talent, this group of arrogant dandies became a little flustered and frustrated, and tried to prove that these poems were not original to Zhao Ci.

This shows that even socialites will feel oppressed when faced with talent.

An Younan flipped two pages, and an idea rushed into her mind as fiercely as a train.

"What are you doing?"

The voice of Zhao Ci was heard at the door.

An Younan raised her head, and Zhao Ci came over angrily and snatched her notebook away: "Who told you to touch my notebook?"

An Younan said, "Is it okay to take a look?"

"Who agreed for you to watch it? Do you understand it?" Zhao Ci's face flushed.

Jiang Yao, who was standing next to him, said sarcastically, "They are all Chinese characters, what's there to not understand? Zhao Ci, are you some kind of writer? You're so arrogant."

Zhao Ci's face flushed red: "That's not what I meant."

"What do you mean by not that?"

Zhao Ci was tongue-tied and made a mistake. He couldn't make up for it, so he got angry and shouted:
"My poems are written for myself, not for you!"

She was so excited that her voice was quite loud, and many classmates in the class looked over here.

Zhao Ci added: "An Younan, I know you look down on me and think I'm poor and unsophisticated, but free imagination and spirit are not the privileges of the rich! In my opinion, you are just cowering in your mediocre bodies, laughing at other people's dreams!"

After saying that, she ran out of the door holding the diary.

After Zhao Ci left, Jiang Yao looked confused: "What is she talking about?"

"do not know."

They did laugh at Zhao Ci behind her back for being poor and rustic, but this time they were really wronged. They really didn't laugh at the poems she wrote.

The girls gradually came to their senses and found that they had inexplicably become villains in the romance drama, and they were immediately very indignant.

An Younan suppressed the girls' indignation and said, "Hey, stop arguing. Come here and listen to me. I suddenly thought of a good idea."

"What idea?"

Everyone gathered around, An Younan glanced at everyone around him with a mysterious look, and whispered:
“I want to start a poetry club.”

After she finished speaking, everyone present was silent for a long time.

"What's wrong? Are you shocked?" An Younan asked.

Zhou Qingqing said: "No. I just felt that you said something that was very different from your personality."

Jiang Yao nodded: "Well, how should I put it? I feel like the word poetry club will never be associated with you in your life, but you just said it."

An Younan was slightly annoyed: "What's going on? It's fine that Zhao Ci looked down on me for being uneducated, but you also look down on me?"

The girls all said don't get me wrong, we didn't mean that.

An Younan calmed down and asked, "Let me ask you, are you willing to be mediocre?"

"Mediocre? Us?" Jiang Yao pointed at herself with an incredulous look on her face.

The monthly pocket money of these socialites is equivalent to half a year's salary for others. The price of any inconspicuous accessory on their bodies would make ordinary workers astonished. Born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they have to be very careful to hide their sense of superiority. An Younan actually asked them if they were willing to be mediocre.

"Aren't you mediocre?" An Younan said, "I think I am quite mediocre, living a life that has been arranged for me, and my life has never exceeded my imagination.

"After high school, I will go abroad to college, then go to the UK or Australia, study for a one- or two-year master's degree, find a foreigner to marry, or return to China and find a stable but boring class. I don't want such a life."

Zhou Qingqing and the others were all silent. An Younan's words were as sharp as a scalpel, dissecting all their worries for them to see.

After a pause, An Younan said, "I am not willing to live this kind of life. I want to be different from them. So I want to start a poetry club and quietly amaze everyone. Who among you will join me?"

Zhou Qingqing asked softly: "What are you going to do?"

"Write poems, publish them in newspapers, and publish them in magazines. Then publish a poetry collection, market it, promote it, sign books, appear in the news, go on TV, join the Writers Association. In short, treat this as a career," said An Younan.

"Ask again, who of you is willing to join me?"

Just now the girls thought An Younan was just joking on a whim, but after listening to her, they suddenly realized that she was serious.

Moreover, they were actually moved.

Zhou Qingqing asked: "How do you plan to achieve what you said?"

"It's simple, I have money." An Younan said, "It's not expensive to publish a book now, it seems that it can be done with tens of thousands of yuan. I will publish a few thousand copies and donate them to the school library, the city library, various units, and rural primary schools.

"There are so many half-dead newspapers and magazines all over the world now. As long as you have money and connections, it's easy to publish a few poems. It just so happens that in our circle, we should not be short of money and connections, right?"

Everyone was shocked by her pragmatism.

Most importantly, what she said was very actionable.

The girls looked at each other, ready to make a move.

An Younan said, "I want to make it clear that I am not just playing around. If you join, you can't just be a figurehead and not do anything. If you have money, you can contribute money. If you have connections, you can contribute connections. If you have nothing, at least you have to help with odd jobs and keep up appearances."

Zhou Qingqing said: "I'll ask my dad. He should have some connections in the newspaper. If I want to publish it, I can ask him how to get it published."

Jiang Yao also said: "I have several uncles who work in TV stations. If our poetry club becomes a little famous, we can ask them to help promote it."

Someone took the lead in making suggestions, and everyone's enthusiasm was immediately aroused.

An Younan smiled and held out his hand, saying, "Very good, then it's settled. We'll discuss the details after school this afternoon.

"Our goal is to make this poetry club famous and high-end. The poetry club only accepts people from the upper class. We want every member to become that kind of person..."

After thinking for a while, An Younan finally managed to utter a word with her limited knowledge: "Talented Yuan."

Zhou Qingqing raised her hand.

An Younan said majestically: "You say."

“There’s just one problem,” Zhou Qingqing said. “None of us can write poetry.”

Everyone was silent.

This is indeed a problem. And it is a critical problem.

"It doesn't matter. I have a way to deal with this." An Younan said.

...

Zhao Ci found that his life had suddenly become better recently.

Overnight, An Younan's gang of bad friends stopped bothering her and she behaved like a lady.

Not to mention compared to before, even compared to before An Younan became her deskmate, her life is much better.

It had been a long time since she had seen her classmates looking at her shabby outfit with disdain out of the corner of her eye.

She heard rumors that a few people were busy setting up a poetry club.

Zhao Ci naturally scoffed at this. She didn't think these playboys really wanted to start a poetry club. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't do it well.

In short, this period of time was the happiest time she had since she came to this school. The only drawback was that since the last incident, An Younan no longer talked to her.

This made her a little uncomfortable.

It wasn't that she had developed Stockholm syndrome because of the abuse. It was mainly because she vented her anger last time and later heard from her classmates that she had misunderstood An Younan.

An Younan did not display her poems to the public as she had expected. Instead, she criticized others for touching her personal belongings.

She scolded the man harshly, but An Younan not only did not get angry, he didn't even say a harsh word afterwards, which made her feel very guilty.

She wanted to apologize to her several times, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

During a certain evening self-study session, An Younan seemed to sense her inner struggles, and took the initiative to turn around and talk to her with a smile:

"By the way, Zhao Ci, did you know that we are organizing a poetry club recently?"

"Uh, ah? I know, what's wrong?" Zhao Ci hid his inner contempt very well.

An Younan smiled and asked, "Do you want your poems to be published?"

Zhao Ci thought she was inviting him to join, and subconsciously shook his head: "I, I won't join, you guys play."

"I'm not asking you if you want to join," An Younan said, "I'm asking you, do you want your poems to be published in newspapers and magazines?"

Zhao Ci was speechless for a moment, then said: "Yes, of course I do."

"Whatever you want." An Younan smiled slightly and ignored her.

...

Another half a month passed, and the grand plans promised by An Younan were being realized step by step.

When reporters came to her house, not to pry into ethical scandals but to interview her about how she became a "famous talented woman", Ma Yongrong finally began to look at his daughter with admiration and even showed a little pride when introducing her to others.

Ms. An is also becoming more and more confident. When she is at home, her face is rosy and her voice is loud. She no longer has to worry about makeup and skin care.

The overall situation has been settled, and An Younan's plan only needs one last insignificant step.

After the last class in the afternoon and before the evening self-study, An Younan asked Zhao Ci to meet alone in the lecture hall without explaining his intention.

Zhao Ci went there trembling with fear.

Zhao Ci stayed in the empty classroom for a long time, thinking of several ways that An Younan would deal with her, but she was still surprised when she saw An Younan.

She was wearing a sports jacket that she had never seen her wear before, with a huge handbag slung behind her and a stack of books in her arms.

"I never want to do physical work again in my life. I'm so tired!" As soon as An Younan entered the room, he put the things in his arms on the desk, panting.

Zhao Ci slid down from his seat and stood up with the help of the desk: "What do you want to do?"

"Wait a minute, let me catch my breath first." An Younan leaned on the table and breathed for a while, then looked up at her, "Zhao Ci, do you remember what I told you last time?"

Zhao Ci immediately stammered, "Last time it was indeed me who didn't, didn't..."

She wanted to apologize, but her stupid mouth couldn't utter the three words "I'm sorry".

"Nothing?" An Younan said, "Come, come and take a look at this."

She threw a newspaper onto the table. Zhao Ci took a closer look and saw that it was Mingguang Daily. The front page read:

"Thirty pieces of poetry are written, and the fragrance of poetry fills the hearts of young people - the excellent works of the Hangzhou Chuan High School Girls Poetry Club are frequently published in magazines, and the first poetry collection has attracted the attention of the literary world."

When Zhao Ci saw the bold headline, his heart trembled violently.

An Younan explained to himself:

"You know we recently started a poetry club, right? Actually, there have been several news reports about us before, but this is the front page of the Mingguang Daily, which is of great significance, so I brought it here for you to see."

Zhao Ci pushed her glasses and suddenly found that her hands were shaking.

"Why are you telling me this?"

An Younan said: "Our poetry collection is for sale. I have a sample book in my hand. You can take a look."

She handed over the sample book, but Zhao Ci didn't take it.

"Why am I asking you to tell me this?" Zhao Ci felt like a lemon was stuck in his chest. "Are you laughing at me?"

"No," An Younan said with surprise, "Do you remember? I asked you if you wanted to publish it before, and you said yes."

Zhao Ci stared at her with confusion on his face.

"If you still want it, I have already made it happen for you." An Younan handed the sample book over again, "Don't you really want to take a look?"

Zhao Ci took the book in a panic, opened it clumsily with dry fingers, and read it page by page.

That's right.

Her wish did come true.

The poems in the collection are all her poems - those written in her diary.

Her hands holding the book trembled even more, and she turned the pages frantically. Finally, she broke down and said, "Why is the poem not signed by me? Why is the author named after you?!"

An Younan said with dark humor: "Well, it was indeed signed with our names, but your poem was indeed published."

Zhao Ci knelt weakly on the ground, holding the sample book in his arms, wanting to cry but without the tears.

"Don't worry about the details," An Younan threw the handbag in front of Zhao Ci, "open it and take a look."

Zhao Ci kept shaking his head, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

She didn't want to see An Younan's face now, let alone do what she said.

An Younan was a little frightened. She didn't expect Zhao Ci to react so violently. She quickly opened the zipper of her handbag with a "whoosh", revealing a pile of bright red things inside.

They were all hundred-dollar bills.

Stack upon stack, stacked like bricks, were scattered inside.

Zhao Ci had only seen so much money in bank robbery movies.

"what is this?"

"This is 50 RMB." An Younan said with exaggerated mouth shape, "To be exact, it is 52 yuan, and the small change is the recommendation fee from various magazines."

After that, she paused and added: "These are your royalties."

Zhao Ci was so shocked that his tears stopped.

An Younan rolled up her hair and chattered:
"You know what? It took me half an hour to withdraw money today. I could have transferred money to you, but I just wanted to make you happy, so I withdrew cash. Come, look here, do you feel good?"

An Younan is a girl with a strong sense of ritual. If he were her boyfriend, he would be very happy. But Zhao Ci only felt humiliated at the moment.

"You, you are..." Zhao Ci's voice trembled, "You are plagiarizing!"

An Younan looked confused: "Plagiarism?"

"Without my permission, you took my work, submitted it under your own name, and even got it published. If this isn't plagiarism, what is it?!"

Zhao Ci got up, his face as cold as ice: "I had already changed my mind about you, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing. It seems that we are not the same kind of people after all. There is nothing to say. I will use the law to defend my own copyright."

When Zhao Ci walked to the door, An Younan called her.

"Copyright? Are you kidding me? Do you know how much I spent to get these poems published?"

Zhao Ci's body froze.

"Each article in the literary edition of the Donghai Daily costs 1,500 yuan, and each article in the campus edition of Poetry Heart costs 1,000 yuan... 36 poems, a total of more than 40,000 yuan!"

After An Younan finished speaking, he clenched his fist and looked at her: "Do you think that others pay us for our works? Wrong, we pay them for the publication fee! If you don't rely on paying, you can't publish these poems. What are you talking about copyright with me!"

Zhao Ci felt like something in his heart was broken.

"I didn't ask you to submit it! I didn't ask you to submit it. I wrote it for myself. Why did you submit it? Why..."

"I don't understand why you're unhappy," An Younan said, "Isn't this just a simple business operation? I provide the funds, you provide the content, and after the investment is successful, I gain connections and fame, and you get paid. Isn't that great?"

"In your eyes, this is just a transaction," Zhao Ci said, "but these poems are my experiences, my flesh and blood, my life. You are trading my self! You are humiliating me!"

"No matter what you use to make the deal, the total operating cost is only more than 50 yuan, and the buyout fee given to you is yuan. Don't you think it's not enough?" An Younan said.

Zhao Ci said: "It's not that I think it's not enough, it's that I think these can't be traded..."

"If I hadn't known that you have a younger brother and it would be difficult for you to even go to college, I wouldn't have used your manuscript."

Zhao Ci paused.

An Younan continued, "I went out to find a ghostwriter and only had to pay them 200 yuan for each song, so it would only cost a few thousand yuan in total. Why would I give you 50 yuan? Do you think I'm a demon? I still think I'm pretty gentle."

Zhao Ci's spirit was visibly declining.

"Take your money and go, stop talking nonsense. I don't understand the literary character, this is 50 yuan! 50 yuan! It's enough for 10 more people in your family to go to college, why do you need a bicycle!"

Finally, Zhao Ci shook his head in self-mockery, walked over and took a look into the handbag.

"I don't want this money," Zhao Ci said. "This money doesn't belong to me."

An Younan glared at her: "Are you stupid?"

"You have successfully crushed my dreams and trampled on my dignity," Zhao Ci said. "This is my last way to protect my 'self'. Maybe one day I will be corrupted by reality and become utilitarian, but not today."

"So, I just want my royalties. The rest is the return of your 'investment'." Zhao Ci said, "It's the fraction of more than 20,000, right? I just want the part that the magazine pays me."

An Younan watched her take out the money, paused, and waited until she had almost counted it before he could no longer hold back and said:

"The magazine paid not the fraction of 20,000 yuan, but the fraction of more than 500 yuan."

...

The women's restroom at Xunyi has lost its function as a Reuters facility. Everyone who uses the restroom here is very professional and polite, maintaining a proper and cool social distance from each other.

An Younan felt like he had come to another Hangzhou High School, a group he couldn't fit into. He felt very uncomfortable with the cold eyes he received from others.

Moreover, compared to Hangzhou High School, the people here are more realistic. They will not play along just for a few little tricks. They may appear loyal to you on the surface, but no one knows what they are thinking behind your back.

Therefore, she missed her classmates particularly, especially Zhao Ci.

Even though the girl was funny and not very smart, she wished there was someone as pure as her here.

After her mother married Ma Yongrong, she moved into a big house as she wished. After graduating from high school, her parents really wanted her to study abroad and get a master's degree in the UK or Australia.

She felt her hair run cold whenever she thought of that kind of life. She was still remembering what Zhao Ci had said, "This is my last way of maintaining my 'self'," so she decisively rejected the arrangement.

She asked to work at Xunyi, and it should be a serious class where she could hone her skills.

She used the favor she had accumulated over the years and resorted to some trickery to get her father to agree to this request.

In name, my father wanted her to be a senior executive, responsible for the development of the cultural field. At that time, he made a lot of promises, such as empowering the company's reputation and heritage...

After I got to the job, I found that this field was actually the legendary empty-handed government office. No results were achieved and the employees were there to retire, which was tantamount to exile.

An Younan, who was unwilling to be mediocre, naturally could not tolerate this situation for long. After spending half a year to gain a foothold, she finally made her first move: entering the speech therapy industry.

After her research, she found that although this was a micro market, it was an extremely blue ocean with almost no competitors, making it a suitable place for training.

What she needs is not profit, but winning, pure winning.

She wants to use winning to prove her ability, integrate her team, and establish her position, so as to lay the foundation for a smooth succession in the future.

Unexpectedly, the plan hit a soft wall as soon as it took the first step.

Although the opponent was a small company, it was extremely tenacious, like a strong grass in the wind, and it managed to survive even in the storm.

At the internal meeting, she lost her temper and asked why there was no effect despite such a huge investment. The aggrieved employees said:
"Boss An, there's nothing we can do. The other party has the little prince."

This was the first time An Younan heard the name of the little prince.

"Little Prince? What the hell is a Little Prince?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw an expression on the employee's face.

An expression that says "You don't even know the little prince."

She immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing.

"We at Xunyi never take the strength of our opponents as an excuse. If they are little princes, we should be emperors. When have we ever been too afraid of the strong? You, go home and copy the corporate spirit three times as punishment."

The employee shut up in dismay.

After the meeting, she asked around to find out who the little prince was, and the answers she got were more outrageous than the last.

Some people say that this person is actually a hermit writer who was expelled from the Literary Association because of his poor work style, so he took this way to retaliate against the mainstream literary world and is an anti-establishment figure;

Some people also said that this person was the wealthy writer who was famous for his notes on male and female issues ten years ago. After being banned, he devoted himself to studying literature and finally came out to seek revenge.
Some people even listed several prominent names in the literary world, saying that the little prince was among them, and that he would have the potential to win the Mao Dun Literature Prize in the future, and that he put on this title for the sake of the collective honor of the literary world.

For a while, An Younan was obsessed with the name "Little Prince" and he was everywhere.

They tried buying traffic, hiring celebrities, and doing data...but ended up hitting a wall everywhere.

When asked the reason, it was always the same: the little prince took action again.

She also took Gu Zao as her teacher, recruited several PhDs in literature from 985 universities to enrich the talent pool, organized employees to listen to writers' lectures, and installed an indoor library in the employee lounge...

All in vain.

Users still give feedback that your speech therapy scripts have a sense of pretentiousness and are not as unique as those of The Little Prince.

In order to study this opponent, she read almost all the scripts of The Little Prince and assigned a team of literary consultants to break down and analyze the texts.

Those useless PhDs in literature used a bunch of weird terms to describe his writing, but none of them reflected even one percent of what she felt when she read it herself.

Then she finally realized that on this track, no matter what, she could not beat this person.

He is not a "little" prince, but a real king.

Until that day, the down-and-out writer with frustration written all over his body stood in front of her and told her that he was the little prince.

An Younan hid his emotions deep inside, not revealing any of it on his face.

The strange thing is that this is not a meeting of old enemies, but more like a reunion of old friends. The conclusions drawn from the past research of tearing each other apart and breaking them up seem a bit absurd and ridiculous after meeting the real person, but they can be matched from another direction.

When she saw Wang Zixu, she thought of Zhao Ci countless times. She even mentioned Zhao Ci to him, the girl she bullied.

If Zhao Ci continued to be himself and lived somewhere in this world, he must be like Wang Zixu, right?

Sitting in the car, An Younan refused to get out for a long time, with traces of tears already dried on his face.

She took out her cell phone, and by accident, she entered the two words "Zhao Ci" on the contact page, and soon, a number popped up.

She didn't know if she was still using the number she had saved after all these years. Maybe she had changed it a long time ago.

Maybe an unscrupulous operator gave this number to some other unrelated person. After she dialed the number, he said in a thick rural accent, "Wow, who are you looking for? You've dialed the wrong number!" and then hung up the phone cursing.

But it didn't matter, she just wanted to dial it now. There was no reason.

After a few busy tones, the call was connected.

Unexpectedly, an enthusiastic voice came from the other end.

"An Younan? Is that you? I didn't expect you would call me!"

An Younan was at a loss for words for a moment, and after a while, he finally said, "I just suddenly thought of you."

"Wow, I'm so honored!"

An Younan twisted her body. She was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm over there.

"Do you still remember that I plagiarized your work in high school..."

Zhao Ci said, "Well, that happened many years ago? Don't mention it. I was ignorant at that time and I just wrote it for fun. How could it be plagiarism?"

"Then you said that in order to protect your ego, you couldn't take my money. Otherwise, I would be humiliating you by taking money."

Zhao Ci's voice sounded a little embarrassed: "Didn't I say that I was ignorant at that time? Now that I think about it, I really want to slap myself in the face. Now I wish others would give me money to humiliate me."

An Younan said seriously: "Actually, what I want to ask is, what exactly is the self you are talking about?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that An Younan thought the other party was going to hang up.

Zhao Ci finally spoke: "I don't know either. I didn't understand anything at that time. Don't take it to heart."

After hanging up the phone, An Younan looked out through the coated car window. This phone call, like the sunny world outside the window, only left a series of questions but never provided answers.

……

Walking on the mountain path, Wang Zixu walked slowly side by side with Dr. Lobster.

The conversation between the two had just entered a period of clash of opinions, and there was a tendency for it to turn into an argument, but fortunately, both of them (one man and one shrimp) had gentle and peaceful personalities, and it did not develop in a fierce direction.

Dr. Lobster put his hands behind his back and said, "In fact, fate is not unfair to you, it just played some jokes on you.

“In your current situation, you can become a successful person in the secular sense even if you just move your hands, and you can also easily make others unhappy.

"I'm more curious about what made you make such a decision: rather suffer yourself than hurt others?"

The prince put his hands behind his back and thought for a long time before he spoke:

"You are right. Fate has been kind to me. It took away my happy childhood, but gave me a mother and a sister when I was almost middle-aged.

"Compared to those who can truly be described as having 'unfair fate', I am already lucky enough and don't have the time to complain about it. As for why I don't want to hurt others, as you said..."

He turned to look at Dr. Lobster and said, "The rain that happened when I was eight years old got me wet until I was 30. So why should I let others get wet again?"

(End of this chapter)