Quand un écrivain angoissé rencontre un écrivain passionné - Chapitre 28

Chapitre 28: Histoire 84-87

【84.】

"Qu'est-ce que je suis supposé faire?” Tang Yanzhi turned off the microphone, shook his mobile phone, and asked the person behind him.

“I have no idea.” Xu Chi tittered, “You know what kind of person Tingting is, who would even scold herself when she was mad. So I can’t help you. I’ll go make noodles.”

"Attendez! Give me your phone.” Tang Yanzhi sighed, “I’m forbidden to speak by her.”

Taking the phone of Xu Chi, Tang Yanzhi began to think how to appease Tingting.

Xu Chi: Pleurs.

Tingting: Pleurs. Mon cher écrivain, I am so distressed. Why did I lose my friend and you just within a few hours?

Tingting: Mon cher écrivain, tell me he also lied to you!

Tingting: Autrement, I might go die immediately.

Xu Chi: He just figured it out, trop.

Tingting: ?

Tingting: Where’s my dear writer?

Tingting: Give Tangtang back to me right now!!!!

Xu Chi: He’s cooking dinner now.

Xu Chi: Écoute moi.

Xu Chi: In this chatting group, I only have one identity, that it, SUPPRESSION. Tingting: Pleurs. je ne te crois pas! No matter how good it sounds, it’s still a lie!

Xu Chi: [Sorry .jpg]

Xu Chi: [J'ai eu tort. jpg]

Xu Chi: [Pardonne-moi. jpg]

Tingting: je n'ai qu'une seule demande.

Tingting: Give Tangtang back to me!

Xu Chi: I AM Tangtang!

Tingting: Non, vous n'êtes pas. You’re Guinea Pig.

Tingting: What exists is reasonable, comprendre? So give Tangtang back to me!

Xu Chi: ?

Xu Chi: The sentence “What exists is reasonable” is controversial itself.

Xu Chi: And Hegel is the representative of objective idealism.

Xu Chi: It is wrong of you to talk about idealism in the materialist world to prove materialistic events.

Tingting: ?

Tingting: Are you picking a quarrel with me?

Xu Chi: Non, je ne suis pas. I am trying to reason with you and correct your wrong thoughts!

Tingting: Are you crazy after being in a relationship?

Tingting: You actually try to reason with me?!

Tingting: Don’t you know me? Haven’t you forgotten what kind of person I am?

Tingting: Even if you are a fool and become disabled, I won’t sympathize with you.

Tingting: [Pouffer de rire. jpg].

Tingting: I am gonna break up with you for three hours!!!!

Tingting: Hors de ma vue!!!

Xu Chi: [je vais y aller maintenant. jpg].

Tingting: Pleurs.

【85.】

Tang Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Then he found his fans had been chatting with each other through comments in this broadcasting room.

【Hello? Am I deaf????】

【Where’s Piggy?】

【Maybe he’s dealing with something.】

【Maybe he deliberately stopped talking in order to let us calm down?】

【Stop it! Both my roommate and I are the fans of Piggy. bien, hearing so many information about Piggy in the live broadcasting, she went to the playground and tried to calm down herself through running.】

【Have Piggy and that cute boy been in a relationship for a long time?】

“I’m back.” Tang Yanzhi turned on the microphone, “Something came up just now. Hein? Quoi de neuf? How come you are talking about the marriage between me and my idol during my short absence?"

“‘Where’s the cute boy?’ He’s cooking now.”

“‘Admire us’? Ce n'est pas nécessaire. You won’t possess it even if you admire us.” “When were we in a relationship? Yesterday.”

“‘But you have already lived together today?’ Well… Do you always have your mind in the gutter? He just came here for making a meal.”

“‘I wonder how you know each other.’ I have told you that I am his fan. Of course I read his works first, then I know him.”

“‘What’s the pen name of the cute boy?’ It’s a good question. En réalité, I’d like to advertise for him, but I’m afraid that someone would accuse him of making use of me to become popular. outre, he is not willing to do that. So I respect his choice. Stop guessing it. He is just a less-known writer.”

“‘I wonder how it’s like the first time you met.’ Well… At first, I just knew we are in the same school. Un jour, we met each other by accident at a party. Au début, I’m not sure it’s him until later.”

“‘Well, I want to know more details.’ All right. À ce moment-là, a group of people were playing games, and then he was drawn to stand on the stage and asked to sing. pourtant, he said he couldn’t sing. In order to save him from embarrassment, I asked him several questions, so he didn’t need to sing.”

“‘Why was it you who asked him questions?’ Because I am popular at school, so they asked me to pick a name card at random.”

“‘So you pick the name card of the cute boy?' Oui, c'est ça."

“‘What questions did you ask?’ The first question is ‘What is your favorite game?’ He said, ‘Famine’. Entendre ça, j'ai été stupéfait. You know that kind of feeling? Après tout, my idol’s favorite game is ‘Famine’. Puis, je l'ai regardé, who was good-looking. But I thought he was seemingly hard to get along with.”

“Don’t laugh at me. That’s what I thought at that time. Then I couldn’t help touching his head and telling him to wait for me at the end of the party.”

“‘But you said you aren’t sure, n'avez-vous pas? If you aren’t sure, how dare you touch his head casually?’ Don’t you know there is something named intuition? At that time the intuition told me it was him.”

“‘What if you are wrong?’ Then apologize to him. outre, I just touched him, rather than kiss or hug him. But I don’t think I would be wrong, because the last time this intuition appeared, it told me that my first work would be popular.”

“‘How come you are so shameless?’ Hahahah, peu importe ce que tu dis."

“‘What did you tell the cute boy after the party?’ I told him that I’d like to add him as friends on Wechat. When I saw his Wechat ID was the same with his pen name, I knew it was him.”

“‘I always feel Piggy was making up a story to us. It sounds like not true.’ I can’t believe this really happened, Soit. Après tout, it’s practically impossible to meet a net-friend in real life.”

"Bien, on his profile of Weibo, he lives in City A. Then I asked him whether he’s in A University. Il a dit oui!! He’s indeed A University! Do you understand how I felt at that time? Just like your idol is in the same school with you. You two breathe the air in the same place. Today maybe you ordered a dish which might also be ordered by your idol just ten minutes ago.”

“‘I can’t understand, because I haven’t had such an experience.’ Well, en tout, I’m very lucky.” Tang Yanzhi said, gently smiling, "En réalité, I never believed in destiny or God before I met him. I am an atheist. But after I met him… No, I should say that I had to owe this matter that I met him to the destiny or God.”

“‘I wonder whether Piggy is gay. And what’s the matter with Piggy’s lying to that cute boy that you are straight?’ I don’t know if I am gay. The first person I like is him. As for why I lied to him, think about this: What if a never-known person suddenly become quite nice to you? You will probably be confused, droite? So in order to dispel his doubts and continue to be good to him, I have no choice but to tell him I am straight and make friends with him.”

“‘Then what happened?’ I did become a straight man… but he told me he wasn’t straight!!!” Tang Yanzhi laughed bitterly, “I actually made a trap for myself.”

“‘How about the second matter that you pretended to be his fan, SUPPRESSION?’ Uh… I really didn’t mean to do it on purpose. Après tout, I knew him as his fan first. bien, he’s less-known, therefore we know each other after reading his stories for a long time. outre, there is a chatting group, y compris moi, another girl and my idol. We often chat in that group. Both of them think I am a girl. That’s why that girl was so mad when she knew I was Guinea Pig.”

"En réalité, I really didn’t mean to lie to them… He’s a writer, so I think it’s better to tell him something as his reader. I don’t think it matters whether I’m Guinea Pig or not. A leurs yeux, I’m just a fan from the very beginning to the end. Xiao Xianzhu a même sauté et marmonné. I should apologize for lying to them.”

“‘Is what that cute boy wrote interesting?’ This question is useless, so I don’t want to answer it. It’s just like asking you whether your idol looks good.

“‘Who professed first?’ Well, this question made me sad. You must think it’s doubtless me. tirant son pyjama d'un seul coup, it’s him who professed his love to me.”

"'Pourquoi? Because I think it will take some time for him to open his hearts to others, so I’d like to give him more time to be aware of his feelings to me. But I didn’t expect that he isn’t like that after meeting me. He told me what he thought so fast.”

“‘How did he profess his love to you?’ Well, c'est un secret. Those words are only told to me, so I can’t tell you.”

“‘So the cute boy is a good-looking and gentle man who is apt to write. It sounds like a story about how a fan boy had his idol fall in love with him.’ Well, Cest ce qui est arrivé, Oui!"

“‘Piggy, do you still write your story with bad ending?’ Maybe no. I decided to write this BE story by accident. I am very happy recently and I felt like I don’t have the skill to write heartbreaking stories.”

“Why do you like him?"

Looking at the logo of the manager of this broadcasting room on this comment, Tang Yanzhi knew it was from Tingting. He slowly rubbed the mouse and then opened his mouth.

“Why do I like him? The question is tricky. I think ‘love’ is a very mysterious thing. An action or some trivial matters may be the reason you like a person, but ‘love’ therefore also become cheap. If you want me to specifically say why I like him, I really don’t know how to answer, because he is perfect, and I like all of him.”

“I am a very rational person in my daily life, but I cannot divide my feelings into different levels. Even if I tell myself that this person is not good, I can only give 10 percent of my feelings; that person is very good, you have to give 100 percent of my feelings, mais en réalité, maybe I gave 30 percent to the bad person, mais seulement 70 percent to that very good person. bien, as for my feelings for him, it’s not enough for me to give as many feelings as I have.”

À ce point, Tang Yanzhi joked, “God has spent all kinds of means to make us meet. If I don’t like him, God may make me die alone for the rest of my life.”

【Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.】

【Hahaha. It smells good even the cute boy fart!】

【The deep meaning of the last sentence Piggy said is he couldn’t like anyone else except the cute boy in his life, whether actively or passively.】

En ce moment, he heard the sound of knocking at the door, then Tang Yanzhi looked at all kinds of questions on the screen and said, “The cute boy is asking me to have dinner. So I can no longer chat with you. I will answer your questions little by little later.”

【Will Piggy post the daily life between you and the cute boy?】

"Bien sûr. À partir d'aujourd'hui, I will share it with it. Si tu aimes ça, I am quite happy. But it doesn’t matter if you don’t like it. De toute façon, I will post it every day.”

"D'accord, Les innombrables tests de LaGrange comprenaient un meurtre entre frères et sœurs, Je vais partir maintenant. À la prochaine."

【86.】

“What did you tell those audiences?"

With two bowls of noodles with tomato and eggs on the table, Tang Yanzhi a répondu, "Rien. Just some small talk.”

The two men sat opposite to each other, and Xu Chi spoke with a slight embarrassment, “It may be a little salty.”

The tomatoes and potatoes were cut into small pieces. Tang Yanzhi remembered that Xu Chi had told him how to make noodles when they went to the garbage street. He bowed his head and tasted it. Il a ensuite dit, "Non. C'est délicieux."

The person opposite to Tang Yanzhi obviously breathed a sigh of relief. Then he also picked up chopsticks, “That’s just fine.”

“Will you go back later?"

"Bien sûr. I have to write tonight.”

“All right.” It seemed Tang Yanzhi was distressed, “Which one is important for you, me or writing?"

Xu Chi was amused by his words. "Allez. I am gonna finish my story next week.”

"Finir?” Tang Yanzhi was surprised, "Si rapide?"

“I have written some which haven’t been updated yet. Également, I have delayed writing it for so long a time. I am afraid that I can’t write any words if it’s delayed for too long.”

“Then I’ll take you back after dinner. Don’t say no.”

“… Ok.”

【87.】

Une semaine plus tard, Missing You officially came to an end. Due to applying for appearing on the home page, Missing You had the privilege to stay on the completed list for a week. Par conséquent, it was subscribed by more than one thousand fans. And the number of the fans of Xu Chi on Weibo also rose to a three-digit.

“Is that Ok to post like this?"

It was closer to the Chinese New Year. Xu Chi sat in a coffee shop with Tang Yanzhi on a street, where he wrote some words on Weibo and showed them to Tang Yanzhi.

“I’m glad that I have finished one more work.” Tang Yanzhi looked at the phone screen and read it gently. “It’s also nice to meet a lot of friends. En réalité, during the process of writing this story, Missing You, quelque chose est arrivé. Probably because of the change of my mind, I think it doesn’t matter now. j'ai beaucoup à dire, but I’m not good at expressing my feelings. So I could only use the most tacky words—thank you.”

“This is my third year as a writer. And one of the proudest things in these three years, which is probably the same with most of writers…”

"Allez! Stop reading it!” Xu Chi stood up and tried to take his mobile phone back from Tang Yanzhi’s hands. Alors que, Tang Yanzhi held the phone away from Xu Chi and giggled, "Quoi de neuf? Now that you have the courage to write these words, why are you afraid to let me read it?"

“I just think… It’s a little emotional.”

Tang Yanzhi looked up at Xu Chi and saw him smiling with dimples. Puis il a continué, “I got all of readers by myself and my works.”

"C'est très bien. Just post it.” Tang Yanzhi returned the mobile phone to Xu Chi and teased him, “Will you write another story?"

Xu Chi pressed the post button, and then he looked at Tang Yanzhi, "Bien sûr. But I will start it next year. I’d like to update it after finishing some chapters. Will you continue to support me?"

"Bien sur. No matter I am Tang Yanzhi or Tangtang, I’ll always support you.”

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