Ye Lan discovered something was wrong with Wang Zixu in his car.

In the past few days, he had undergone brain CT, MRI, and even lay on the X-ray machine to take a chest X-ray. Nothing was wrong. So Ye Lan drove to pick him up from the hospital.

This should have been a joyous event, but Wang Zixu was extremely silent.

Ye Lan was not surprised at first. Wang Zixu had always been a silent person. But today his silence was different.

In the past, he was silent because there were always other things on his mind. Today, his silence was like a giant snake Jörmungandr rolling in the air. His face looked even more haggard than the day he entered the hospital.

"What's wrong with you? Are you still feeling a little uncomfortable?"

Wang Zixu shook his head.

"If you're still not feeling well, you can stay for another day. There's no rush at the Wenyan Club. Our data has been rising these days. How much can you guess?"

Wang Zixu said: "Don't mention Wenwen Club."

"Okay, don't mention it. What's wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"You obviously don't look good."

"I really didn't do anything."

Ye Lan rarely cares about people. She finally cared about him once, but she was hurt by Wang Zixu's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away. She wanted to ask Wang Zixu, "Has anyone ever mentioned that you are difficult to get along with," but she held back

.Because it is very likely that many people have said it, but he has not changed it.

If someone else had spoken to her like this, she would have stopped the car and lost her temper. She didn't even know why she was so gentle today. Maybe it was because Wang Zixu had just been discharged from the hospital.

Children's words are not forbidden, children's words are not forbidden, she warned herself.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed across her mind like a shooting star, and Ye Lan asked, "How was your essay competition?"

Wang Zixu sighed: "I wasn't shortlisted."

Ye Lan said: "Well, that's why I dare to love you."

She turned to look at him. Wang Zixu neither admitted nor denied, but looked out the window alone. Ye Lan secretly laughed in her heart.

She understands now. Wang Zixu is like a safe. He doesn't mean to keep it secret. When he doesn't speak, he simply doesn't want to speak. But if you enter the correct password, he can tell you everything.

"Why wasn't it shortlisted? Is it so difficult to just write an essay like this?"

Wang Zixu said: "Perhaps the blood urination that day had an impact. The last part of my novel was written in the hospital. It was a bit hasty, and the environment was not particularly good, which affected my judgment. Now that I think about it, the ending

Some parts could be better..."

He began to talk endlessly about his experiences in creation. Ye Lan was confused when he heard it, and finally said: "I think it may not be because of these reasons."

"Then what do you think it's because of?"

While driving, Ye Lan said, "Think about it, there must be hundreds or even thousands of manuscripts submitted for the essay competition, right?"

Wang Zixu said: "A total of 351 manuscripts were submitted this time. They selected 100 as finalists."

Ye Lan said: "Yes, if I choose 100 manuscripts, I won't reject you because of the 'profound' reason you just mentioned. Is there any flaw in what you wrote?"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "No. I have paid great attention to the requirements of this call for papers. It is impossible..."

Before he finished speaking, it was like half a naked wire hanging in the air. There was no doubt that he himself was not very sure.

Ye Lan added: "Relax, there may be many reasons why your manuscript was not shortlisted. For example, you may have offended someone or been tricked by someone; it is also possible that the person reviewing your manuscript just doesn't like something about you.

sentence; it could even be that your manuscript was misplaced. Anything is possible.”

Everything is possible. This sentence can explain many things, but it is not enough to explain Wang Zixu's downfall in the past ten years.

From being a poor boy to being a late bloomer, Wang Zixu has always set expectations for himself in his heart, and even used fifty opportunities to win the Nobel Prize in Literature to encourage himself. Authors who have the opportunity to win the Nobel Prize in Literature will not even be shortlisted for the Xihe Essay Competition

.

Wang Zixu suddenly felt tired, like an old donkey carrying twice its weight suddenly aging, and found that he could not support the responsibilities he shouldered.

"Maybe there aren't that many possibilities. Maybe I really don't have any talent in novel creation."

After saying this, he seemed to have relieved himself of the burden of many years, and laughed nervously, and then laughed again.

"In fact, if life is really hopeless, who would want to keep writing novels? Writing novels is very tiring, your life is a mess, and what you write will be rejected by others with just one sentence, and your efforts are all in vain.

"Actually, it's just that I refuse to let go. It's just that I don't want to admit it. Thank you for comforting me. I'm fine. I feel much better after admitting that I have no talent. I always think that I am not talented. It's a disease. It needs treatment. My disease has been cured.

.I feel relaxed now.

"It's a good thing that I wasn't shortlisted for the essay. It gave me a wake-up call. There's no such thing as the Nobel Prize for Literature, and there's no such thing as talent and beauty. I don't have that level. I'm only at this level, so I should be responsible and live a down-to-earth life."

Ye Lan stopped the car with a "squeak" and turned to stare at his face:

"Zixu, what level are you at? You can achieve a retention rate of 6% to a level of 16%. Do you know how people reacted when I told my sisters about your deeds? It's just a Xihe essay. As for the injury,

Spring is so sad and autumn is like this!"

She suddenly became angry when she saw the prince's weak expression. She wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him vigorously until the water in his mind came out. You are the one who completed this industry legend. Do you understand it or not?

Wang Zixu looked into her eyes and smiled: "The idiom of sad spring and sad autumn is very cleverly used."

Ye Lan blushed: "You are enough, stop looking down on me. And is this the point?"

Wang Zixu smiled and said: "I understand, thank you. Let's go to the base, and I will concentrate on the script. I have one less thing to worry about, and I actually feel very comfortable."

Ye Lan looked at him suspiciously. Did her comfort work? It seemed to work, but she always felt that something was wrong with Wang Zixu. Rather than being relieved, it was better to say that she had given up on herself.

The drive was fast. The Audi stopped in front of the base, the two got out of the car, and the scripters came out to greet the little prince. They carefully prepared a reception banquet for the little prince's discharge.

But this wedding banquet turned out to be extremely dull. Wang Zixu always had a relaxed and comfortable smile on his face, he was gentle to everyone, and he was kind to others. He no longer stayed in a daze, and his emotional intelligence improved overnight.

Improved a lot.

The poet quietly pulled Ye Lan aside and asked in a low voice: "What happened? The little prince looks a little strange."

Ye Lan glared: "That's right! You think he's weird too."

Cheng Xing's ears were very sharp and he heard the discussion between the two. He also joined the conversation and whispered softly: "Mr. Ye, what happened between you and Mr. Little Prince? He looks broken."

"What is the feeling of fragmentation? It's so strange, but it feels so appropriate."

Ye Lan thought for a while and said, "I'm just telling you two, don't tell anyone: He participated in an essay competition, but was not shortlisted."

This time Cheng Xing and the poet stared at each other. After they looked at each other, they both said:

"What essay competition? What level of essay competition can even Mr. Little Prince win?"

Ye Lan briefly talked about the Xihe Literary Society's essay collection, excluding the information. The two nodded after listening.

Even a hundred of the more than three hundred articles could be written down. This is so outrageous that no one would be able to accept it.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Xing concluded: "This is absolutely impossible. There must be something wrong."

The poet also said: "If nothing else, even if you take the script directly to participate in the essay competition, it is impossible to be shortlisted."

Ye Lan looked back at Wang Zixu, who was drinking in the distance, and whispered: "Yes, that's why it hit him so hard. On the way back, he told me that he was sick before, but now he is cured because he put down

Already."

Cheng Xing shook his head with some sadness: "The fact that Mr. Little Prince's manuscript was not shortlisted is not his problem, but the problem of the essay competition. Just like some writers did not win the Nobel Prize for Literature, there is something wrong with that award."

Ye Lan glanced at Wang Zixu with a little worry. She had always thought he was a little strange since the way back, and now she finally found the source of the weirdness: Wang Zixu said he was cured, but she felt that he was a bit strange.

The sick Wang Zixu is the real Wang Zixu.

She didn't like this healthy Wang Zixu at all.

Wang Zixu's cell phone rang. He looked down and saw that it was Lin Feng.

At the Wenwen base, his cell phone was always on silent mode to prevent his true identity from being exposed. But now he had a settled mentality and did not think about hiding his identity, so he answered the phone in front of everyone:

"Hey, Brother Lin, yes, the nomination notice has been sent out, are you a finalist?... Congratulations, I knew you would definitely be a finalist. Congratulations, you will definitely be able to defeat Shen Qingfeng."

"Me? I wasn't shortlisted. Yes. That's what it said on the notice. I looked at it and said, 'Thank you for your participation. Your manuscript was not shortlisted. Please keep up the good work.' Yes, it was very clear. I was not shortlisted. Please keep up the good work."

Say yes."

"No, it's not that I performed abnormally. I thought about it, and I'm actually very satisfied with what I wrote. It's just that my level is not good enough...No. I'm not as good as you said, I'm just at this level. I just have a very ordinary literary hobby.

level of the person.”

"Don't worry. You really don't have to worry. I'm fine. I'm fine now... Well, let's make an appointment next time. I've been busy recently. Let's have supper together next time to celebrate your winning the essay."

After hanging up the phone, everyone looked at him quietly. He stretched out his hand and said, "Eat? Why are you looking at me? I don't have anything to eat, haha."

Wang Zixu was a little drunk, with a blush on his face. Cheng Xing walked up to him and said sincerely: "Little Wang Zixu, you don't have to doubt yourself, it's not your problem. It's that they have no right to crown you.

"

Wang Zixu waved his hands loudly: "Forget it, forget it, you are a bit flattering when you praise me like this. What kind of crown do you want? It's enough for me to make a living. It's pretty good."

Cheng Xing said anxiously: "Don't give up on yourself. Sooner or later, your talent will be recognized by the world!"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "I'm not giving up on myself. There are 8 billion people on the earth, at least 7.9 billion of them are just living a living. What's wrong with me just living a living? I'm the same as everyone else, and I'm quite an honorable person."

feel."

Cheng Xing pursed his lips, held out his wine glass and said, "Teacher Little Prince, you have an idea in mind. I don't know how to persuade you. It's all in the wine. I'll do it."
To be continued...