The little prince: [Since your ears are red for me, please don’t show my name on your face again. If people know that a noble, decent and elegant literary girl like you has been contaminated by me, I’m afraid I will be picked out and hung on a telephone pole. ]
Qiu Ge "Huhu" snickered: [What era are we in now? It's not like before. Telephone poles are no longer used in that way. 】
The little prince: [I’m still afraid. That era has passed, but the telephone poles in people's hearts are still alive. In this era, don’t be elegant. If you are inherently vulgar and lawless, people will not care about you. If you are famous for your elegance, people will hold you to the standards of a saint. If you are not careful, you will be hung on a telephone pole. 】
Autumn Song: [Despicableness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. Always. 】
The little prince: [It has always been like this. ]
Qiu Ge: [But don’t worry, if you are hung up, then I will definitely be hung up next to you. With a beauty like me by your side, you should rest in peace. 】
The little prince: [Beside Jesus hangs a thief, and next to a beautiful woman hangs a gangster. Well, that's a good match. ]
Qiu Ge: [It’s a good match. 】
The little prince: [What meeting are you having? 】
Qiu Ge: [I am giving a lecture to a group of Internet writers. Teach them character development. But I don’t think they need it at all. 】
The little prince: [Why is it not needed? 】
Qiu Ge: [Because Internet writing only requires emotion and speed. Internet writing is not a matter of meticulous embroidery. Even a fool can make money by writing 20,000 words a day. 】
The little prince said: [Then why do you need to teach them? ]
Qiu Ge: [I don’t know, it’s just the leader’s arrangement. Maybe the leaders feel that they need a little cultural influence. Anyway, I think they looked at me like I was a fool. 】
The little prince: [Then they are going too far. ]
Qiu Ge: [It’s okay, I treat them as fools too. Everyone is even. 】
Wang Zixu raised his head, a gust of wind swept by, and the fallen leaves on the ground began to rustle. The heat in my heart has dissipated a little. In the distant place where the sun is fierce, the heat is still distorting my vision. He saw an old man wearing a singlet, walking like a dot in the heat.
In this small world, everyone is striving for recognition, but they don’t bother to identify with others, so everyone lives so tiredly. In fact, lying down or standing is a lifetime, and there is no need to point out other people's living methods.
Wang Zixu thought: My thinking is really close to that of a saint.
The little prince: [About ninety-two percent of writers believe that only they are right, and other writers are so wrong that they are not good. So you don’t have to blame yourself. ]
Qiu Ge: [Why can you have such detailed data? 】
The little prince: [This is what Haruki Murakami said. Maybe he was talking nonsense. ]
Qiu Ge: [Okay. 】
The little prince: [I would like to hear how Teacher Qiuge teaches class. 】
Qiu Ge: [Okay! Then it's my turn to teach you! 】
Qiu Ge told him that her best way to create characters is contrast.
The beautiful one makes her vicious inside, the ugly one makes her soul noble - this classic contrast is outdated, Hugo has worn it out, and her contrast needs to go further.
Those who charge forward will be spit on in the back, those who fight all their lives will be impoverished, sick and old; those who are romantic and enthusiastic will make them betrayed, and those who are devoted to the truth will have their ideals disillusioned; those who have everything can still have more, and those who have nothing will always have nothing; revolutionaries fall on the eve of victory, and rebels end up living in mediocrity.
After hearing this, Wang Zixu said, "It's pretty good." But there is more than enough heroism, but not enough compassion.
Qiu Ge was a little unconvinced and said, how did you create the character, my little prince teacher?
Wang Zixu said it and wrote it close to the characters.
Qiu Ge smiled and said, this is the same as what my high school Chinese teacher said.
Wang Zixu said, that means the level of your high school Chinese teacher is not low. What I mean by writing close to the character is to do it to the extreme. You will completely become that character, not playing with his life as a god, but immersed in observing the entire world from his perspective.
When you reach the most extreme level, you can even feel that this person is beside you, every smile and every move is lifelike. He reacts to your every action and what he says seems to literally encapsulate his entire life experience.
Qiu Ge was fascinated by listening to it, but also a little worried: "Wouldn't this be schizophrenic?"
"Have you heard of Darwin?" Wang Zixu said, "Human beings have countless evolutionary branches in the long history of evolution, and the genes of these ancestors are latent in human genes. Therefore, human beings, as advanced animals, are the most flexible and changeable. Human beings should be able to become any living creature, and You can be anyone."
Qiu Ge said: "You are so crazy that people are fascinated."
Wang Zixu said some clever words of love to her, which made Qiu Ge feel fascinated, crazy and happy. Wang Zixu didn't like teasing her either. It cost her a lot of money to bill. Collecting people's money and helping them eliminate disasters is Wang Zixu's service spirit.
Unknowingly, it was the time agreed with Lin Feng. Wang Zixu said goodbye to Qiu Ge, got up and went to "Xin Rong Ji", and soon met Lin Feng.
He sat outside for more than an hour, and his face was red from the sun. Lin Feng greeted him, asked about what happened in the morning, and went to the Cultural Association with him.
“Actually, you have to be more shameless in the system.” Lin Feng said, “The more shameless you are, the easier it is to get along. Once you get involved, you will have a face. The more shameless you are, the less shameless you are. In the end, you are the only one. If you think you are shameless, others will think you are embarrassed." Wang Zixu nodded: "But I think that way of living is not cool."
Lin Feng burst into laughter: "I really envy you. This kind of scholarly energy seems like I have been bent over by life. But don't resign!"
Wang Zixu said: "I don't plan to resign just yet."
Lin Feng said: "Why are you resigning? You are getting paid to engage in creation, how wonderful it is. What about the group of people you talked about today? They also want to be embarrassed, but do you think they will resign? It’s strange that you resigned even though you spoke up."
Wang Zi nodded: "I did care too much about what others thought of me."
Lin Feng whispered: "Besides, the career editor is not so strict. You usually do a side job to earn a little money, and your job is easy. Many people would envy you. You can't make trouble for yourself in life."
The prince nodded blankly : "Thank you, Brother Lin, I have thought it through now."
When the two arrived at the Literary Association, Lin Feng went upstairs in three steps and then passed through a corridor with a sense of era. The two came to a door with a sign of "Editorial Department of Xihe Literature and Art" and pushed the door open.
"Jiang! Hahaha..."
A happy voice came from the door, and there were two big butts sitting on the table. Of course, Wang Zixu could only see one of them. The person facing him was a gentle boy wearing glasses, and the person with his back to him had thinning hair. After seeing the two of them come in, the gentle boy with glasses patted the half-bald man on the shoulder, and the two put the chessboard away in tacit agreement.
"Hey, Mr. Lin!" The half-bald man jumped off the table and came over with a smile on his face, "Rare guest! What kind of wind brought you here?"
"Wood rain forest wind."
Lin Feng told a very cold joke, and Wang Zixu was stunned next to him.
The half-bald man laughed and said, "It's almost time to get off work. Let's have some fun. This is the new Xiao Ai."
Lin Feng said: "It's okay, Lao Chen, I have always been aware of and admire your work style."
Ma Liu, a gentle boy wearing glasses next to him, said: "I'll pour some water." Then he ran away.
Lin Feng introduced to Wang Zixu: "This is Chen Qiaosheng, the only designated editor of "Xihe Literature and Art"."
Chen Qiaosheng waved his hand: "Not now He is the only editor. Xiao Ai is here."
Lin Feng said again: "This is my friend Wang Zixu. He is very talented. I am coming here just to ask about him."
Chen Qiaosheng’s expression changed. Lin Feng tried his best to tactfully explain the failure of Wang Zixu's submission. Chen Qiaosheng scratched his head and said:
"Are you sure you didn't reject the manuscript?"
Wang Zixu shook his head.
Chen Qiaosheng said: "If the article is not rejected, it means it is passed."
Wang Zixu said: "But my article has not been published."
Chen Qiaosheng glanced at him and walked to a table. There are several newspapers on the table, which are bulging like hills, and I don’t know what kind of sundries are placed there.
He reached out and lifted the newspaper, and the newspaper fell to the ground, revealing everything on the table, piles after piles, all of which were manuscript papers.
Chen Qiaosheng patted one of the piles and said: "This pile has passed and is in the queue."
Chen Qiaosheng patted the other pile and said : "This is a pile that I haven't had time to look at yet and am still reviewing."
Wang Zixu looked up and saw that both piles of manuscript paper were equally towering, and the number was awe-inspiring.
Chen Qiaosheng said: "If nothing else happens, your manuscript is in these two piles. You can find it yourself."
Wang Zixu and Lin Feng looked at each other, feeling at the same time that it is easier to shake a mountain than a manuscript.
Chen Qiaosheng said: "You can carry them to the ground and turn them over, as long as they don't mix up the two piles."
Wang Zixu sighed. Suddenly, he saw a calf sticking out from the door of the office like a scabbard.
The calf is well-proportioned and strong. The foot is wearing a lake blue high-heeled shoe with a long and pointed heel. The instep is white, and the shape of the blood vessels makes Wang Zixu feel quite familiar.
Perhaps noticing Wang Zixu’s eyes, the woman hiding outside the door stopped hiding, turned around and jumped out, her hands behind her back, full of youthfulness.
“Hey! That married man! What a coincidence! We met here!”
Wang Zixu saw Ning Chunyan’s smiling face.