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"Because I am the little prince."

After Wang Zixu said these words, he sat on the windowsill, as if he had finally removed the shackles he had carried for many years.

No one in the room spoke, even the noisiest Sartre was silent, leaving only the ticking of the clock hand.

After a long time, An Younan finally spoke: "You are the little prince."

She repeated his words.

Wang Zi nodded: "Yes."

"Then I am Qin Shihuang." An Younan said in a hurried tone, "There must be a limit to nonsense. Don't you still treat me as a fool?"

Wang Zixu said: "Whether you are the First Emperor of Qin or Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, I cannot shake the fact that I am a little prince. Just like the Leilei Highlands in Bailuyuan, it is a fait accompli that has been footnoteed by the years. Neither you nor I can change it. All we can do is

accept."

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An Younan discovered something.

She found that the temperament of the man in front of her had changed.

He was originally - or should have been, a slippery middle-aged man. But now he has a confidence that he shouldn't have.

Judging from his clothing, this person has no more than 200,000 in savings. He walks on thin ice when facing himself, just like his car is running parallel to hers on the road. Turning the steering wheel 30 degrees may cost you a change in your life level.

But he openly called himself a technician and talked about philosophy in front of her, who was naked. She admitted that she was deceived by him for a moment. She lay in the spa room and thought about the conversation for a while. It took an hour.

Shout out to be fooled.

The moment she figured out the identity of the suspect, she was as shocked as she is now. Maybe she was even more shocked then. When the seemingly honest man in front of her lifted the veil, it turned out to be a man who read Hegel and Adonis and kneaded dough.

The person rubbing his shoulders overlaps with the impression of the little prince, so it is not so abrupt.

"But how can you be a little prince?" An Younan said, "If you are a little prince, then why are you pursuing a Fei Literary Award? You can easily make double the money."

"This has nothing to do with money," Wang Zixu clasped his hands, "I care about things other than money."

"Haha, only rich people are qualified to say this." An Younan looked at him coldly, "If someone wearing a cheap casual suit says something like this, it will only make people laugh."

After saying that, An Younan overturned his feeling just now, nodded, and said to himself: "Yes, you can't be the little prince."

"In your mind, what kind of person is the little prince?"

"At least he is someone who is not short of money."

"Do you think I'm short of money?"

"Are you sure you want to hear my thoughts?"

Wang Zixu jumped off the window sill, walked to An Younan, walked around her twice with his hands behind his back, and finally stood in front of her.

An Younan looked at him without blinking, as if he was competing to see who would give in first.

"Do you know how much this cheap suit of mine costs?" Wang Zixu asked.

An Younan rolled his eyes: "How do I know? I am not sensitive to the price of consumer goods below 10,000 yuan."

Wang Zixu stretched out his hand and pinched the collar of her woolen collar. An Younan was so frightened that he blinked twice.

Normally, this behavior would be considered a serious intrusion into her private domain, but An Younan just took a step back and turned her head slightly.

"What brand is your dress?"

"Brunello Cucinelli," An Younan blurted out in standard Italian, "Don't ask me the price, I never look at the price when buying clothes."

"Very well, you see, neither of us knows how much the clothes on the other person cost. In the sense of consumerism, the two clothes reach the same goal, just like you and me in this room, if we forget all identities, we are just a man and

She's just a woman. No matter how expensive you put on this dress, it means nothing to me. Only when you take it off does it mean something to me."

An Younan's face turned slightly red: "But it means something to me."

"What's the point?"

"It will make me more confident."

"Aren't you confident about your body?"

"How come?"

"Then why do you need a piece of clothing to give you confidence?"

"You are sophistry."

Wang Zixu threw away her collar, returned to the chair and sat down, folded his hands and crossed his legs:

"This is not sophistry, because I don't need expensive clothes to give me confidence. In my eyes, there is no functional difference between an expensive clothes and a cheap clothes, so I don't need that much money.

"

An Younan raised a smile: "But in the eyes of others, there is a difference, and the difference is very big."

"Why should I care about other people's eyes?"

"Everyone must live in the eyes of others. Why can you not care about the eyes of others?"

"Because I am a little prince." Wang Zixu said.

Because she is the little prince, she does not need to care about other people's eyes. On the contrary, it is An Younan who needs to care about the little prince's eyes. Who made her want to find the little prince?

An Younan felt a little frustrated. She rarely lost to others verbally, so she felt a little unhappy. She thought about it, then smiled, spread her hands and said:

"Because you don't care about money, you are a little prince. Because you are a little prince, you don't care about money. You are making a circular argument. I will say that you are sophistry."

The little prince said: "She is too arrogant, her self-confidence must be destroyed."

Sartre said: "Hey, she is just a little girl, why are you so mean?"

"Only by defeating her self-confidence can we control the flow of the conversation."

Wang Zixu closed his eyes, then opened them again: "What are you pursuing?"

An Younan was startled: "Why are you asking me again?"

"In other words, what are you afraid of?"

An Younan's body was shocked.

"You wear a top-grade cashmere sweater from a high-end luxury brand, live in the best neighborhood in the city, and your savings will never be spent all your life. Your face is displayed high in the sky of this country, and everyone likes you. But you spent all your time,

Find me through various means. What are you afraid of? What is forcing you? "

An Younan's face turned a little blue: "I don't need to tell you this, right?"

"But I can tell you." Wang Zixu said, "The birth of the little prince was a mistake, and I have been paying the price to make up for this mistake until now.

"Because my understanding of myself is not that of the little prince. Even if the achievements of the little prince shine brightly, I feel that it has nothing to do with me. It is just a matter of effort and easy to get. I don't care. Just like you don't care about yours.

sweater.

"Everything you have is enough to make more than 99% of the people in this world envious, but you don't care. Are you the same as me? Are you also pursuing another identity that makes you feel decent?"

There seemed to be tears flashing in An Younan's eyes, but the light disappeared in an instant, and she grinned: "Have you always been like this? We have shallow conversations and said some very offensive things to people we just met."

"This is the job of the little prince." Wang Zixu crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head.

"Shouldn't the little prince's job be to make girls happy?"

"The little prince's job is to truly get into the hearts of girls."

An Younan stared at his eyes seriously for a long time and said, "I finally understand why the little prince is obsessed with so many girls."

Wang Zixu said: "What this means is that you are a little obsessed with me, right?"

"Of course not."

After An Younan finished speaking, he added: "But I somewhat approve of you. You are a little prince, so, you read philosophy, read poetry, and knead dough, are all true?"

"Except for kneading the dough."

"Then as a technician who has never kneaded my face, your massage technique is quite comfortable."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I will never be a technician again in this life."

"Let's take this opportunity to discuss the contract."

An Younan turned around, found a contract from the bookcase, and threw it on the sandalwood table:

"I want you. No, I should say, we want you."
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