》Before, I had been in extreme despair.

"I live in a very small place. China is very big, and the earth is also very big, but the scope of my life is very narrow. It is not much bigger than the B612 planet where the little prince lives. I only need a baobab tree without eyes.

It's enough to destroy the entire planet.

"There is a Japanese writer named Atsushi Nakajima. He wrote a short article called "The Story of the Mountain and the Moon". The protagonist in that story wanted to become famous through poetry but was never able to achieve his wish. In the end, he went crazy with jealousy.

Became a tiger.

"'I was deeply afraid that I was not a beautiful jade, so I didn't dare to think hard about it, but I half believed that I was a beautiful jade, so I didn't want to mediocrity and live among the rubble. So I gradually separated from the world and alienated the world. The result was

A period of resentment and shame increasingly fueled the timid self-esteem in my heart. This was my state at that time.

"But if a person has never succeeded, how can he believe that he is a piece of beauty? If he is not understood by anyone, how can he keep his self-esteem from becoming a fragile window paper? If the world is originally made of baobab trees, apart from living in

In the trees, what other options do we have?

"At that time, I split into a dozen of me, attacking and criticizing each other. I hoped that in the fierce battle with myself, a winner would emerge and let the winner decide everything. However, the only thing that survived was the unattainable ideal.

and inseparable desires.

"The ideal pulled my spine, and the reality pulled my wings. I would either lie on the ground, or sink upright, twisting between the two forces. This is the reason for my despair. At that time, I was supported by

, is an extremely slim hope, and even if it is hope, it seems like I am lying to myself. I don’t know if I can live without lying to myself, but I know that I have almost turned into a tiger.

"But even in the most desperate times, I did not turn into a parasite. It is ridiculous to ride on a horse and use windmills as enemies, but it is tragic to lie on other people's bodies and suck blood.

"When I say this, I am not reminiscing about the bitterness. What I want to say is that some people are stealing my works and illegally using them for other purposes. Regardless of whether my works are good or bad, they are all condensed after a series of pains.

Things are part of me and I don’t want anyone to continue to steal them.

"You don't have to believe in yourself, but don't distort others, that's not kind. I don't know if my words can arouse goodwill in the hearts of those who steal the script, but I know that a contract written in black and white may be more effective.

"This is the second topic, the more important thing: we are going to launch a new contract..."

Hearing this, Ye Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was so dangerous. The topic finally came back. I thought he was going to run away."

She patted her chest and turned to look at Zuo Ziliang, only to find that his eyes were shining.

"That's great." Zuo Ziliang said, "This is much better than reading the manuscript dryly."

"ah?"

Ye Lan turned to look at Huang Da, only to find that he was also very excited: "I don't know if it's useful, but I was inspired anyway."

"ah?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "Our biggest risk is that the speech therapists are not satisfied with the new contract and the results are mediocre. In this way, I think even a little bit can make the speech therapists more inclined to our side."

After saying that, he turned to look at Ye Lan: "The essence of business is not simply money transactions, but more importantly, trust and confidence."

"Uh..." Ye Lan showed an unspeakable expression.

It wasn't that she didn't believe what Zuo Ziliang said, she just felt that it sounded wrong when it came from Zuo Ziliang's mouth.

She didn't believe that Wang Zixu thought so too. It looked like Zuo Ziliang was using the innocent Wang Zixu to sell out to gain momentum!

Of course, the effect is really not bad.

On the humble Xiao Ning's mobile phone, the live broadcast barrage scrolls like an endless river. There is also a group chat on the dual-screen split screen, and the messages are also scrolling continuously.

"This is my ideal little prince."

"It sounds so distressing."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Little Prince, please take my order quickly, I want to send you money!"

"..." Ning Chunyan's eyes were stunned, a little confused.

A stone fell to the ground in her heart: Although she still didn't know who the little prince was, how old he was, whether he was married, and whether he looked handsome... But at least, he was a man.

Not being of the same sex is enough for her.

only……

Ning Chunyan rubbed his eyes.

Why do you hear this voice and this way of speaking, and often jump to a familiar person?
Chapter completed!