Chapter 26: Literary Girl's Pen

Quiet night, yellow street lamps.

Roaring traffic, pushing gentle wind.

A short-haired girl stood alone on the edge of the overpass, her body leaning forward slightly, holding a gorgeous enamel fountain pen in one hand, and a notebook in the other.

In Zhai Da's eyes, that broken line extended from the fountain pen in the other party's hand.

Zhai Da stood under the overpass, observing secretly, without rashly breaking into the other party's line of sight.

Looking at the same style of school uniform on her body, it should be the piece of equipment he caught a glimpse of outside the classroom door that day.

A girl from the key class.

It's just...

Standing alone on the edge of the overpass late at night, this angle of leaning out is a bit subtle!

In this situation, the atmosphere of depression has been pulled full, and it is not excluded that the other party is brewing a wingless flight that says go.

Zhai Da observed for a while, and already had an idea in his heart.

This piece of 【Equipment】 must be obtained... it is exactly what he needs.

To buy, to ask, even if it is to cheat, it must be done.

It's just that he doesn't know this girl at all... Although he still has nearly four thousand in savings, even if he removes what he promised Lu Wei, he still has three thousand.

But going up and saying directly: Girl, do you sell your pen?

I'm afraid it will only bring a roll of eyes, and make the follow-up more complicated, with the difficulty jumping from 1 to 10.

Especially Zhai Da noticed that if he didn't recognize it wrong, the girl's wrist was a Longines Crescent Moon. Although it is the most basic model of the same brand, it also costs ten thousand yuan...

Appearing on the hand of a high school girl means that the other party's family background is very good, which greatly reduces the possibility of buying with money.

Must have skills to get it...

Fortunately, the answer is in the riddle, this is a literary girl.

Zhai Da didn't make a sound, walked to the right side five meters away from the girl, and stood with the girl, looking at the distant lights and the dim bridge below.

Took out his own pen and paper, seemingly preparing to write something.

"Breaking the ice" is not about rushing to show your existence, but about integrating into the other party's emotions and scenes, waiting for your abruptness to wear off before speaking.

Of course, if you have a reader's face, it's okay to use "look at the legs" as an opening.

The girl obviously felt Zhai Da's existence, her movements paused slightly. Reality is not a comic, this kind of sudden approach...

Rather than romance, thinking about "safety issues" first is a normal person.

But because Zhai Da maintained a reasonable distance and wore a school uniform, she didn't seem to have a reason to turn around and leave.

And the girl was successfully attracted by Zhai Da's action of taking out paper and pen.

Zhai Da didn't even turn his head, didn't know what the girl looked like, and just looked at the night view with melancholy eyes for five minutes.

The pen didn't move either.

Until he felt the heat was almost there.

Only then did he say to himself in a deep tone: "So hard to write..."

Don't feel awkward, literary youth, only by accompanying them to be awkward can you be pulled into their field.

If someone says they like Lao She's "Back View," don't expose them, but recognize them, and then say you like Zhu Ziqing's "Camel Xiangzi."

They will feel that they met you late, and you are a person of the same level as them.

The girl seemed to have turned her little brain for a long time before finally opening her mouth hesitantly:

"Classmate... are you also participating in the micro-novel competition?"

Right on!

Zhai Da laughed secretly in his heart... what kind of chicken-neck competition! Never heard of it!

As expected of a literary girl, this hobby is quite niche.

Micro-novel is a text carrier that has become popular in recent years, generally around a hundred words, widely loved by literary youth.

Its prototype seems to come from short stories like "Yi Lin," "Reader," "Goose Story Meeting." Although these things are shouted at by everyone in later generations, when they were in full swing, they also influenced almost everyone in the country.

Micro-novel has developed many audience groups in just a few years, allowing those who consider themselves literary but don't have the ability to really write "complete stories" to get a cheap sense of literary participation.

Except for length, there is almost no limit. The name is micro-novel, but it can actually be poetry, prose, or even horror stories...

Why is Zhai Da so familiar?

Because this can be said to be a prototype of future "copywriting," and also a prototype of all "fragmented literature" such as Moments, Weibo, late-night emo, finally carrying it all alone...

He didn't care about the micro-novel competition in his heart, but said on his mouth: "Yes, occasionally want to change my brain, do you have any inspiration?"

The wind blew the hair in front of his forehead, and the ordinary-looking Zhai Da was a bit handsome at this moment.

So atmosphere creates appearance, and ID photos destroy illusions.

Turning off the lights achieves dreams.

On the edge of his vision, the girl shook her head: "No inspiration, the theme is night, but the scope of night is too large, I don't know what to write."

Zhai Da captured the keyword, his heart moved slightly, looked at the street lamp above his head, for some reason, suddenly remembered the night road he walked with Lu Wei that night.

The street lamp that night also had a lot of atmosphere.

For some reason, thinking of Lu Wei, Zhai Da couldn't help but curl his lips.

After pondering slightly, Zhai Da started writing brush-brush.

This action aroused the girl's curiosity.

After Zhai Da finished writing, he nodded with satisfaction.

But still didn't speak, closed the notebook, turned and left.

The girl's gaze kept following Zhai Da, until he was about to go down the overpass, she couldn't help but say: "Classmate... can I read it..."

Zhai Da breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

If you don't call me again, I will start Plan B.

Stood still with hesitation, and then turned to meet the girl's gaze.

This was the first time he saw the girl's face clearly.

A small melon-seed face, with a bit of childishness, the features are soft and exquisite, the most striking is a pair of big eyes, moist like a fawn, as if a young beast that just ran into the city from the forest.

A carrot hair accessory is pinned to the forehead, adding a bit of playfulness.

This is a pretty face that has not been polluted by the world. Perhaps only those who have been protected well will become a "literary girl."

Zhai Da hesitated: "Giving it to people to see face to face.. always feel embarrassed..."

The girl nodded, recognizing this statement. She also didn't dare to show people what she wrote, always feeling ashamed, it was her abruptness.

But didn't expect that the boy tore off a page of paper from the notebook and handed it over.

"I have already memorized it anyway, you can have this piece of paper. I am from Class 38, Senior Year. Remember to return it to me after reading."

Zhai Da handed out the paper with his phone number, turned and left, without an extra word.

The girl's white and tender little hands poked out from the school uniform, "holding" the light paper, until Zhai Da completely disappeared at the boundary of the overpass, did she react.

Looking down, she gradually covered her mouth.

"Street Lamp and Wine"

"I am a person without a name on this road, trying my best to get the most ordinary script."

"Fortunately, I have a secret good friend, that is the street lamp at the corner, who will toast with my exhausted dreams every night."

"The sunset drowns in the orange sea, the evening breeze sinks in the city forest."

"Among thousands of people, it is not only me who has a glass of thin wine."

"But the street lamp only shines on me. She watches me look up at the bright moon, she watches me bend down to pick up broken silver."

"Many years later, I finally saved enough broken silver and brought the girl surnamed Lu home."

"Counting the residues in the wine glass with her, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes."

In the girl's eyes, it was all moving and emotional.

In just over a hundred words, it constructed an ordinary and touching love story... the rhetoric is beautiful, the metaphor is rich, and even... it rhymes!

The most critical thing is...

She is surnamed Lu...

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Hundreds of meters away, Zhai Da smiled.

In his previous life, his profession was copywriting planning, but he definitely didn't have any literary hobbies, or studied related majors, purely by accident.

Just like a veteran never thought he would do barbecue, the army doesn't teach this.

Copywriting, except for business, everyone in advertising knows a little bit, and it can't be counted as a real technical position.

But it doesn't mean his level is not good.

Little sample, this still can't take your pen? ===== CHAPTER 27 =====