“My evaluation is stuck between the pornographic article and the serious article. I don’t know why so many people are bragging about it, and I don’t know who would like to read it. I saw the writing style that everyone was bragging about, but I didn’t feel much after reading it. As for literary nature, there are ten thousand people with ten thousand opinions, and there is nothing to discuss.”
Cheng Xing typed on the keyboard: "People who don't understand literature really have ten thousand people and ten thousand opinions. Just like people who don't understand science can give ten thousand explanations for the sunset. As for you not feeling that the writing is good, that's normal because you don't understand literature. You don't actually need to interrupt every topic you don't understand. I don't care, the main thing is that you will become a clown."
When Ning Chunyan sent a message to Cheng Xing, Cheng Xing was having a passionate chat with someone on the Red Pepper Forum. Hand speed 4500 per hour.
Red Pepper is a comprehensive Internet community. The user group is mainly college students and white-collar workers. It has a strong atmosphere of literary youth. It often appears with amazing posts that make people famous.
The past history constitutes the cultural heritage of this community. Many popular bestsellers and future young authors came from here. Including Cheng Xing. This forum is Cheng Xing's main battlefield. He has 120,000 followers here.
After getting all the scripts of The Little Prince Pulling Up the Baobab Tree from Ye Lan, he carefully sorted them out, set up the context, and put them on Red Pepper in the form of a collection of short stories. He also named them "40 Love Letters from the Little Prince to the World" and specially marked "Published on behalf of the Little Prince."
After it was released, it became popular for a short period of time, and it has been hovering around the 50th place on the trend list for the next two days.
This is in line with the general trend of communication. First, it becomes popular in a small area to accumulate word of mouth, and then expands the circle and goes global.
But Cheng Xing was not satisfied. Cheng Xing was anxious.
Cheng Xing risked himself and did this with a Promethean mentality. He doesn't want the water to flow slowly, he just seizes the day.
So, he invited the senior bosses in the group to give them a look and give them a thumbs up in the name of asking for corrections, hoping to take the opportunity to see if they could get some friendly promotion from the bosses.
Who would have thought that the brick fell into the lake and caused an uproar. Where is the brick? It was a neutron star the size of a brick, and the cluster was almost torn apart by the noise.
But Cheng Xing is not ashamed, but proud - even these big guys can quarrel like this for the little prince, doesn't it show the little prince's strength? Doesn’t it indirectly prove his vision?
Ning Chunyan knocked him, and he gave Ning Chunyan a red pepper link, omitting the app link, and briefly talked about the little prince uprooting the baobab tree, and then went to the forum to chat.
The little prince? Ning Chunyan was confused. But no explanation was given from Cheng Xing.
It was late at night, and the sound of water drops falling on the awning could be heard outside the window. It's April now, and some people have the luxury of turning on the air conditioner.
Ning Chunyan yawned and looked at the time, it was nine-thirty in the evening. I had been eating for half an hour just now, but I didn’t make a single move on my thesis. She was still at peace.
The old guys in the group are still arguing. She admires the perseverance of these people. Anyone who engages in literature must have a strong drive, otherwise they would not be able to write works of a million words.
She just lacks this energy, so she can only write short stories and be a little bastard in the literary world. A long novel... She is not strong enough to endure loneliness. Thank you for not being sensitive!
After standing up and moving around for a while, Ning Chunyan poured himself a glass of water. When passing by the door of the master bedroom, I heard a TV series playing on the TV. My mother was talking to my father. It came out through a door panel, like a moon covering a layer of light clouds, hazy.
Sitting back in front of the computer, she continued to browse the webpage that Cheng Xing had just sent him.
At the beginning, she saw a lengthy statement:
[After two years of writing, I was lucky enough to publish a small book and have some readers. It's a bit of a reputation. 】
【I don’t want this bad name anyway. I want to do something that transcends fame, wealth, honor and disgrace. 】
【Just because that day I saw the light of literature. I want to spread this light to the world, so that it can illuminate not only me, but also more people. 】
Ning Chunyan looked a little sleepy.
Although this kind of introduction feels fresh, it is also a European novel technique that was only popular a hundred years ago. Nowadays, even the most traditional writers are not in the mood to add such blabbering "wedges" and "introductions" to the beginning. This destroys reading expectations.
Her thesis is not in a hurry, as long as she touches a word before 12 o'clock, she will break through. So she didn’t skip it and continued reading:
[Note, this is not a literary figure of speech, nor is it my fault. 】
【The author of this collection, Mr. Little Prince Pulling Up the Baobab Tree, is unwilling to reveal his identity. For some reason, he cannot publish his works. 】
【But after I saw these works, I felt that I had an obligation to let the world see such works and let people understand him. 】
【I don’t want Kafka’s tragedy to happen again on earth. Even if Kafka himself didn't want to, I still want to make him famous throughout the world while he is alive. 】
The little prince uprooted the baobab tree?
Kafka?
Ning Chunyan squinted her eyes, slid to the first chapter, and started reading casually.
After just reading one sentence, her body stiffened and she stood up suddenly.
Ning Chunyan took out his mobile phone and turned on the screen. The screen stayed on the screen before exiting - the home page of the app. This happened to be her goal.
She opened a page and flipped through it frantically. After a few minutes, she finally found the picture she wanted to see. The dialogue where her finger rested was exactly the same as what she was seeing now.
"You know yourself, you know that you have the most perfect body that a 23-year-old woman can have. You know that no man can refuse it. Even me. Three parts of Li Bai's moon are sword energy, three parts are prosperous times, and three parts are homesickness. You don't know, the moon of my world is already made up of you only."
Ning Chunyan raised her head, feeling slightly suffocated, and a very unpleasant thought emerged in her mind. She wanted to cry a little and was very helpless.
She knew that others might think this matter was ordinary, but she seemed to have fallen into an abyss without boundaries. Because, she finally felt an emotion that she had never experienced in her life. This left her feeling like she had no control over her own destiny.
She found that she might be in love. And she had fallen into this sweet trap a few months before she discovered it. Not really sure. Will have to look again.
She typed in Cheng Xing’s input box: [What is your relationship with the app? 】
But she didn’t send it. After thinking for a long time, she silently deleted the line.
With her status, she cannot let others know, "So you are also playing."
She opened the app and placed an order that had just been completed. The speech therapist came online quickly.
Sakura-chan: [Miss me again so soon, little beauty? ]
Ning Chunyan ignored him and directly forwarded the link Cheng Xing sent her just now.
Ning Chunyan: [Explain, what’s going on? 】
She was greeted by a long silence. If the speech therapist does not respond within three minutes, the session can be canceled without liability. The silence told her that the other party was completely messed up.
Ning Chunyan said: [If I can’t explain it, I will order ten orders and ask them one by one. 】
The other side finally responded.
【Sister, we can explain, please add our operation contact information. Please spare me! I'm just a typist! 】