Ye Lan and Zuo Ziliang, one on the left and one on the right, squatted on the sofa of the KTV. Their mobile phones were placed on the coffee table between them, as quiet as a brick.
Cheng Xing sat alone far away from the two of them, silently looking at the script of the little prince on his phone.
"Reject pornography, reject gambling, reject pornography, gambling and drugs" was played loudly in the KTV. The sound was very loud and the world was very noisy, but it did not affect his reading at all. He sat there quietly, like a stone Buddha.
Cheng Xing’s sample manuscript has been sent to the group of speech therapists. The whole group was immediately immersed in a sea of joy, and the screen was refreshed.
No one noticed that this was a competition between the two bosses.
Zuo Ziliang lay on the sofa and said feebly:
"I said, this bet is unfair. Not everyone has my kind of word recognition. Our speech therapists may not be able to feel the subtle gap between two people's scripts."
Ye Lan stared at him, his eyes a little confused and a little contemptuous: "If you can't feel the gap, doesn't that mean there is no gap?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "The gap between 'can't feel the gap' and 'no gap' is huge!
"Text recognition requires an aesthetic level. Just like me and a professional photographer, both holding Nikon cameras, the photos we take are completely different. Others look like movie screenshots, but mine look like 91 stolen photos."
Ye Lan folded his arms and kept shaking his head: "I don't know what you are talking about. I can't understand a word."
Zuo Ziliang sat up, gesturing with his hands, trying to explain to her:
"The Little Prince's script has a unique flavor. The difference between the two is like the difference between Oreos and Cantonese. On the surface, they are two black cookies sandwiching a dollop of white cream, but without taking a bite, it is difficult to find the difference."
Ye Lan asked: "What is Yue Li Yue?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "It's a brand of fake Oreos, haven't you tried it? I bought a box last month, and when I bought it home, I realized that it was Yue Li Yue."
Ye Lan smiled immodestly: " I haven’t eaten it. I only bought Kang Shuaibo.”
Zuo Ziliang said, “Is there really Kang Shuaibo?”
Ye Lan looked up at his watch and said, “Ten minutes have passed.”
Zuo Ziliang lay down again.
Ye Lan raised her eyes with long eyelashes and looked at him: "What do you have to say?"
Zuo Ziliang waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute. It's only been 10 minutes, and many speech therapists haven't even finished reading the script."
Ye Lan's mouth curled up He made a nice arc, but was very mean: "Well, wait a little longer, don't rush, wait until you are completely dead before you rush."
Zuo Ziliang shook his head and said: "You give in. The therapist's blind guess was not to test the little prince, but to test the skill of the speech therapist. No one except the little prince himself knew how much preparation he had made and how much he had thought about before creating. " Ye Lan took a sip of the sparkling water and then said, "After thinking about such a vast amount of content, no one cared. "
Zuo Ziliang was so angry that he could hardly speak, and said: "It's not that you don't care... Even if you don't care, the speech therapist can't feel it, but our users will feel it, and they will vote with their feet."
Ye Lan said: "But, this is just No one can falsify your subjective judgment. Zuo Ziliang, you have no scientific spirit." Zuo Ziliang said: "You have no literary appreciation."
Ye Lan pretended not to want to argue with him.
In the blink of an eye, 30 minutes passed.
“It’s over.” Ye Lan said.
She stood up, patted her skirt, and stood up gracefully, like a successful princess in a palace fight.
Zuo Ziliang lit a cigarette, threw the lighter on the table, took a comfortable puff, and leaned on the sofa, as if he was the winner.
Ye Lan said: "30 minutes have passed, and two hundred messages have been posted in the group, and no one has discovered that the script was not written by the little prince. Is this enough to explain everything?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "This shows that our speech therapists have poor appreciation, no independent thinking, and lack of questioning spirit. Other than that, nothing can be explained."
Ye Lan wrinkled his nose: "Zuo Ziliang, you talk like a liar. Although I don't know what the little prince is like, but if he is as conceited as you, then you two will be very sad."
Zuo Ziliang pinched the cigarette and said: "Van Gogh didn't wait for his sponsor, and neither did Kafka. His readers. Is this their sorrow, or the sorrow of the world? " Ye Lan said angrily: "No one offers a fair bet to Van Gogh and Kafka like us? Zuo Ziliang, you always think you are right. "
Zuo Ziliang was soaked in smoke, his eyes blurred: "I am not right in everything, but I am right in this matter. History will prove that I am right, and the only one who can offend me is the Spring and Autumn Period."< /p>
"Come on. Chunqiu doesn't know you at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone rang on the table.
“Who?”
Ye Lan glanced at it and said, “It’s Huang Da.”
“What did Huang Da say?”
Ye Lan looked down at his phone and did not answer him.
Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand: "Bring the phone here, let me take a look."
Ye Lan shook his head: "He said he had something to report. Put your phone here, you say, I will type it for you."
"Is this necessary?!"
"It is necessary, it is necessary. What I want is to convince you." Ye Lanyang He raised his face and said, "I really have to fight to win or lose today."
Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand helplessly: "Then what do you ask him about."
A message popped up from Huang Da in time: [Boss, does the quality of today's script need to be reviewed again? 】
……
When the dinner ended, it was already past ten o’clock at night, the street was bright and bright, the moon was cold, and there was no sound.
A table of people came out of the unit in twos and threes, with their heads crossed and nine jars of aged rice wine, which made seven people drunk. It was very enjoyable.
Among the people at this table, Wang Zixu and Guo Ranran were almost the only two who were not drunk. The reason why I say "almost" is because Guo Ranran was more drunk than drunk. Her face was red, she couldn't stand still, and she kept pouring on Lin Feng.
And Lin Feng’s whole body was hung up on Wang Zixu. He put an arm on the prince's shoulder, his face was red and smelled of wine, and he kept talking drunken words at him with a big tongue.
"Brother Wang, when I met you today, I realized what it means to be in the world. Chatting with you is like meeting your opponent, which is such a joy. I have experienced all the Xihe literary world, and there is no one as talented as you. Talented."
The prince said softly: "I'm still far away."
Lin Feng waved his hand and clapped his chest. , said:
"Hey, what's wrong with you? We're just worse! To be honest, those of us in the Xihe literary world are worse than me. We have no intention of creating and what are we obsessed with all day long? Gong Dou, And this...Gong Dou."
Wang Zixu felt that he was really drunk, and he would offend someone if he continued, so he quickly interrupted: "You have drunk too much!"
Lin Feng burped and said: "I drank a little too much today, but I am very sober. I just closed the door and told my brother, what did I always think? Me! Always thought..."
Wang Zixu was afraid that he would say something fatal, so he helped him to a place where no one was around. Fortunately, the other colleagues were sensible and avoided it early, for fear of hearing something and getting a fishy smell on their bodies.
Lin Feng said: "I have always believed that only those who are truly talented and knowledgeable like you should be promoted to the literary world. Drive away all those stinky fish and rotten shrimps and let them go. The literary world should let literati Wait, what are they talking about?"
The prince said sadly: "I don't even know where the door of the literary world is, and I am still being promoted to it?"
Lin Feng could no longer hear what he said, and was still chattering from the side:
"Really, you are such a great talent, sitting here, working as a clerk, I get angry when I think of this, you should go and do more work A big stage..."
Wang Zixu supported Lin Feng and looked at the dim light of the distant street lamp. At this time, he seemed to be like Gatsby in "The Great Gatsby", looking at the green light across the river and reaching out his hand in vain.
Literary world? He didn’t know where the literary world was, and he had never been accepted by it.
When he needed recognition the most, the vague literary world didn’t recognize him. He just couldn’t find this person, and no one cared because no letters would be mailed to him.
At this time, it was not the literary world that opened the door to him, but the literary world.
Because he believed that literature is a lonely journey, he really experienced complete loneliness. He chose to write every word alone and be his own king in a corner where no one cares.