After Wang Zixu and Lin Feng exchanged the various versions of the rumors they had heard, they both crouched slumped on the edge of the flower bed beside the road in the park, with neatly contrasting expressions, like two stone lions on the Marco Polo Bridge.
The stories they heard can be roughly divided into four versions according to the different characterization techniques: "Sympathy for each other", "I don't know the heights of the sky", "Masters among the people" and "Dog bites dog".
"Xingxing Xiangxiangxiang" is the version closest to the truth, focusing on the spiritual resonance between Lin Feng and Wang Zixu, but because it is not very down-to-earth, understanding requires some more transcendent emotions, resulting in this version being sung less frequently;
The version of "Dog Eat Dog" is completely opposite. This version uses harsh language to describe the two of them as funny characters who drink too much. This version is Shen Qingfeng’s refined interpretation and annotated version. Although it is not widely circulated, the language is obviously polished and pungent, which is a reference to others;
In the version of "I Don’t Know the Heaven and Earth", Lin Feng is an absolutely positive character, while Wang Zixu is a clown-like existence. In this version, Wang Zixu is similar to a folk scientist, clinging to a bunch of ungrounded ancient scrolls and accidentally defeating Lin Feng in a very remote field. However, Lin Feng was "strong" and "cleared the floating numbers and gave a congratulatory message" in a self-conscious manner;
The version of "Masters among the Folks" is like a variant of the previous version. Here, Wang Zixu is the positive character, and Lin Feng is the person who coexists with arrogance and prejudice. It is difficult to live up to his reputation and is not worthy of serving as the vice president of the Writers Association. A great talent like Wang Zixu should not be reduced to dust.
Under the divergent opinions, this dinner party turned into a Hongmen Banquet. Everyone has their own interpretation. The key is that every version is spread with nose and eyes, and the details are quite real.
No matter which version, they all point to the same fact - Lin Feng and Wang Zixu became very popular together.
The two of them don’t have much experience yet, just because they haven’t had time to ferment. When they go to work after the weekend, they can feel that people's words are intimidating.
If it were someone else, maybe he would be ecstatic at this time. Black and red are also red, not to mention that if you look into this matter carefully, there are not many black places, it should be purple-black and reddish, with a little pink. The best solution is to rush into the crowd carelessly and enjoy the attention of everyone openly. Time has passed and no one will remember this period of history.
But it just so happens that both of them are engaged in literature, and they both have a nagging spirit of self-appreciation - it is obviously a very touching thing, but why did it become like this in your mouth? Unacceptable! They cannot accept their spiritual world being misinterpreted.
And there are more reasons why Wang Zixu and Lin Feng were depressed. The stories they heard each cleverly avoided the version in which they were clowns. After a pair of calibers, I realized that I was being laughed at so ridiculously behind my back, and I became depressed on the spot.
Because Wang Zixu went undercover once, he listened more comprehensively and heard the version of "Dog Eat Dog" from Shen Qingfeng. He thinks he can bear it better than Lin Feng. But after Lin Feng described the version of "I don't know the height of the sky" in detail, he still became uncontrollably sad and angry.
The human heart is so sinister.
“It’s an insult to politeness, it’s really an insult to politeness!” Lin Feng took out the lighter from his arms, his hands still shaking a little.
"'The tragedy has made me unable to bear to look at it; the rumors have especially made me unable to bear to hear...' I have never been afraid to speculate on these people with the worst malice. I have suffered verbal attacks time and time again. I I thought I had read thousands of sails and had no more troubles in my heart, but I didn’t expect that there was still such a way of slandering people. This is really... Do you have a cigarette? ”
Wang Zixu said, I do. Then he took out the big harvest from his arms and handed it to him. Lin Feng only took one sip before coughing violently.
Wang Zixu patted him on the back: "Are you okay?"
Lin Feng held a cigarette in his hand and asked, "What brand of cigarette is this?"
"Da Feng Harvest, a brand from a local small factory, very cheap. Is it too strong? Isn't it a bit unaccustomed to smoking?"
Lin Feng said: "No, this cigarette is very good. It just needs to be strong. Strong, only then." Strengthen my nerves and train my spirit. Only in pain can a person be detached. If he does not explode in silence, he will perish in silence..."
He took a hard breath and coughed hard.
Wang Zixu took out a cigarette for himself, Lin Feng helped him light it, and he was flattered to protect the fire. The two squatted and puffed away for a while, neither of them speaking. People passing by looked sideways and then quickly turned their heads.
Wang Zixu said, "In fact, this is quite understandable. I am just a nobody. According to the principles of journalism and communication, celebrity effect, everyone's attention is on you as a celebrity, so only the outrageous version with extra fuel and jealousy can spread widely." Ultimately, the fault lies with me, for being too transparent.
Lin Feng said, no, I don’t blame you. This is not a journalistic communication principle. This is thick black science. There's something going on here.
Lin Feng said with a look of sadness and indignation. A girl who looked like a middle school student suddenly came over and said, Teacher Lin, please sign your name for me.
He quickly put out his cigarette, stood up, greeted the girl with a smile, and signed the girl's name. After the girl left, he sat down again and explained to Wang Zixu:
“I gave a lot of speeches in local middle schools, and the students all know me.”
“Oh.”
“Do you still have cigarettes?”
p>“There are plenty of them.”
Lin Feng lit another one. Perhaps he felt that he had turned against him too quickly and had lost the image of a scholar who was unfazed by favors and humiliations. He scratched his head in annoyance.
Wang Zixu said: "Actually, it doesn't matter. Those who slander you have conflicts with you in reality, or are jealous of you. Those who are pure will self-clean, and not many people will believe it."
Lin Feng waved his hand: "I don't care about this. I just feel that this incident happened purely because of me, and I have affected your life."
Wang Zixu took a puff of cigarette and smiled with relief:
"It's nothing, my life is just a piece of shit, no matter how stinky it is, it won't stink. Besides, I have a career. Editor, what can you do to me? "
"Don't keep saying that, brother. You still have a bright future." After a while, Lin Feng calmed down and said, "You don't know. It's really my fault that there was someone behind this, otherwise it wouldn't have happened like this."
Wang Zixu turned around and asked: "How do you know?"
Lin Feng exhaled a puff of smoke: "I just know it. Oh, forget it, I can tell you in detail. There is a person in the Writers' Association between me and I will not reveal his name, it is a bit contradictory."
< br>Wang Zixu said: "Is it Shen Qingfeng?"
Lin Feng turned to glare at him: "How do you know?"
He wanted to say that his contempt for you was almost written on his face.
He said, my guess is just intuition.
Lin Feng sighed and said, "Forget it if you know. Here's the thing. The president of our Writers Association, my teacher, is about to retire, and she plans to recommend me, but Shen Qingfeng has never been very convinced."