"Hass - hass - hass -"

The lost believer feels that his lungs are like a bellows. Inhaling is a blow, and exhaling is a blast. Between each inhalation and exhalation, the vocal cords make a hoarse sound every time, which is very tragic.

His gums were sore, the soles of his feet ached, and his ribs felt as if someone had stabbed him. It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and he was running staggeringly on the lonely road on the outskirts of the city. At the end of the skyline in front of him was a small urban built-up area. In the hazy morning

Floating in the mist.

"Hiss-ha-"

The believer squatted down, holding his knees with both hands, looking down at the ground and doubting life. There was a long and narrow crack on the concrete road, which ran from the back of his buttocks through his crotch and extended to the front.

Sakura-chan moved her legs and ran over from behind, saying, "Why, it's not working anymore?"

While he was speaking, he did not stop walking and trotted all the way. The believer waved his hand, dropped two drops of saliva, and said:

"I'm too tired. Let's take a rest."

Sakura-chan sneered: "You have to rest after running for 5 kilometers, and the rest time has to catch up with the running time."

The believer gasped and said: "That's you. You exercise regularly. You must be fine. I haven't run or walked in eight hundred years. Now, I feel very uncomfortable..."

Sakura-chan said: "I mainly train for strength. In fact, running at my weight is very disadvantageous. You see Xiaohachi is running and the fire-breathing mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex is running. How can you rest?"

The believer gasped and said: "It's not Tyrannosaurus Rex, it's Godzilla!"

The brazen-headed and iron-armed Sakura-chan grabbed his arm and lifted him up like a chicken: "You can't rest. If you rest, you won't be able to run anymore. Come on, let's run together, one two one, one two one...

"

"Stop pulling, it's really impossible!"

Even though she was carrying a person and bearing most of his weight, Sakura-chan looked at ease:

"I think Teacher Little Prince's arrangements are really reasonable. I was so dizzy after listening to the class yesterday. During my morning run, I digested all the knowledge. I can't believe that after these 20 days, I will become smart.

How strong."

The lost believer said: "After these 20 days, I may die."

The poet wore a white sports short T-shirt that exposed her navel, her pink hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she wore a pair of yoga pants on her lower body. Among this group of people, her equipment was the most suitable for the situation. Cheng Xing jogged from behind.

Come up slowly and walk side by side with her.

"Yesterday," Cheng Xing broke the silence and said, "After listening to Mr. Little Prince's class, do you have any thoughts?"

The poet didn't answer. It took him a long time to calm down his breathing and said: "It's very new. They are all theories that I have never heard before."

Cheng Xing nodded: "I studied creative writing, and the theories he taught are very novel. I have never heard of them before. I feel like they came from a wild place."

"Writers are mostly wild animals."

Cheng Xing asked: "Aren't you curious about his identity and background?"

"I'm not interested in where he came from, I'm very interested in him."

Cheng Xing said: "But his background itself is a part of him. And if you see it, we all assume that he comes from a literary background, which is actually very interesting."

The poet said: "Those who engage in literature do have some advantages in this field. I have proved this myself. There is nothing surprising about it."

Cheng Xing said: "But I learned from a reliable source that he has never published any work before, and even if I posted his work online, he was not in a hurry to claim it, as if he didn't care at all. This

That’s why I speculated about his identity.”

The poet asked: "Did you guess anything?"

Cheng Xing said: "I suspect that he is a figure like Cao Xueqin or Proust."

"Where do you mean?"

"He may have been born in the upper class, and the social circle around him was from the upper class. It was not convenient for him to show his face, so he never published any works."

"Sorry, I don't understand the upper class. Why can't the upper class publish works?"

Cheng Xing said: "The first shot is the first. That's how some circles are, you can't stand out."

The poet frowned slightly: "That doesn't make sense why he came to write the script."

Cheng Xing said: "Either like Cao Xueqin, the family is in decline, or like Proust, he suddenly wakes up."

The poet stretched out a white finger and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, and said softly: "I don't know. I can't judge."

"It's very mysterious."

"Hmm. Mysterious."

Cao Xueqin is also very mysterious. With only half a book, he is famous in the world. Until now, various versions of Dream of Red Mansions are still circulating in the world. But no one can tell clearly what the life experience of Cao Xueqin is, and some are just various speculations.

.

After Proust's death, he was able to be buried with great splendor, and "In Search of Lost Time" escorted his coffin like angel wings. On the contrary, Cao Xueqin could only die in misery due to cold illness. The higher the status of "A Dream of Red Mansions"

The more detached it is, the more it reflects the author's sadness.

This further strengthened Cheng Xing's belief. Regardless of the little prince's life experience, he must help him, let this kind of writing be passed down, and obtain benefits commensurate with his achievements.

Writers should not be born poor.

Wang Zixu stood at the door of the apartment, and the script writers had already run out of sight. An Audi stopped at the door, Ye Lan got out of the car, and the trunk slowly lifted up.

"You came so early." Wang Zixu raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"I woke up at around six o'clock in the morning. My sleep quality has always been very good." Ye Lan got out of the car and got into the trunk, her voice becoming hazy.

When she got out of the trunk, she was holding large and small plastic bags containing slippers, mouthwash cups, data cables, mosquito repellent liquid and other sundries.

Wang Zixu stepped forward and took the bag: "I'll carry it."

"for you."

When the two walked into the apartment, Wang Zixu said: "I thought someone else would send it here."

Ye Lan said: "This place is confidential. Isn't this all your request? Zuo Ziliang doesn't know how to do this kind of thing. I am the only one who will be the errand boy."

Ye Lan was not only bare-faced in the morning, her dressing style also changed a little. She simply wore a light yellow translucent dress with a light gauze, a white suspender underneath, and sandals on her feet. She looked very at home, just

It seems that he came here as soon as he woke up in the morning.

Ye Lan raised her leg, waved it in front of his eyes for a second, and said, "Why, you noticed that I didn't wear stockings today? Is it weird?"

Wang Zixu didn't want to start talking about stockings so early in the morning: "I didn't notice it, I didn't pay attention."

"It's getting hotter and hotter now. Wear stockings. They'll be too stuffy. Otherwise, they'll look informal. Alas, you don't know how tiring it is to be a woman. I'll just relax my nature in the morning and wait until I get to work.

, I have to go back and put it on."

Wang Zixu glanced at the large and small bags in his hand, and then at her empty hands. He was silent for a while, and then nodded: "You are right, but you don't need to wear stockings. You can do it without them."

"I wear what I like, so I wear what I want."

The two of them put away the groceries, and Ye Lan sat down on the sofa, stretched out his hand and made a false move to the prince: "Come here."

"what?"

"Come here and sit here." Ye Lan reached out and patted the sofa, "I'll show you something."

Wang Zixu walked over inexplicably and sat down next to her, separated by a relatively long distance.

Ye Lan said: "Last night, a speech therapist had a seizure with our operation, which made me aware of the incident. I'll show you the chat record."

Wang Zixu took her phone and saw that in the chat box, Huang Da had sent many screenshots of the chat history.

Qiu Ze: [Didn’t you say that scripts are our welfare? I don’t want welfare, can you raise my salary to a higher level? 】

Huang Da: [This cannot be mentioned. Perfect attendance has nothing to do with other benefits. ]

Qiu Ze: [But your script is useless. I don’t even use it. I send it every day. If you have the money, why not send it to me? I’ll work hard to raise one more file, and I can take a few more orders.]

Huang Da: [This is really unacceptable... This is not in compliance with the charter.]

Qiu Ze: [Let me tell you, not only me, but also several speech therapists here have this opinion. We don’t need scripts. We can also take orders for other apps anyway. Your pricing doesn’t have much advantage.

to be honest.】

Huang Da:【Are you threatening?】

Qiu Ze: [Haha, I don’t mean that anyway, it’s up to you what you want to think.]

…

After reading the chat history, Wang Zixu returned the phone to Ye Lan.

"How is Qiu Ze's performance?"

"Nobody, performance doesn't rank at all." Ye Lan put one leg on the other, "I just think it's interesting, let me show it to you."

Wang Zixu noticed a hint of cunning in her eyes. She must have shown it to him more than just because she thought it was "interesting".
Chapter completed!