Chapter 82 Fight Club (Thanks to the lonely Silver League)
In addition to reading, watching movies is also Wang Zixu’s life hobby. As well as reading almost all the works of Nobel Prize-winning writers, he watched almost all the Oscar-nominated films. Watching hungrily.
Among the many good movies, if he were asked to recommend a "best" movie, I'm afraid he would have a hard time choosing; if he was asked to recommend a "favorite" movie, many choices would pop up in his mind.
But if you asked him, assuming that the earth was about to explode and only one movie could be left to be put in a rocket and sent to drift in the universe, which one would you choose?
He would say without hesitation, I choose "Fight Club". Fire up the rocket quickly, it's too late.
There are no particularly complex psychological activities here. For example, he can say without hesitation that the person he loves most is his wife; he can also answer honestly and frankly that Ning Chunyan is the most wonderful, moving and attractive woman he has ever seen.
But if the Ice Age comes again and all mankind freezes into ice sculptures, he happens to have the only place in his hand that can survive, and he will choose to give this place to Chen Qingluo. Although Chen Qingluo may not remember who he is.
He doesn’t care whether Chen Qingluo remembers him or not, nor does he care about her feelings. He could die with anyone he knew. But he couldn't accept a world without Chen Qingluo alive.
Occasionally when he is so sad that he wants to die, he will think, ah, there is still "Fight Club" in this world. I can watch it if I want. This is really wonderful. So he didn't want to die. Just like every time he remembered that Chen Qingluo was also living somewhere in this small world, he felt that there was still a touch of warmth in this world. That’s how much he loves Fight Club. This is human emotion. It has nothing to do with literature or the eighth art. It is always difficult to explain why.
He followed closely behind the little prince. The little prince was wearing a dark trench coat and a pair of dark brown suede boots. The hem of the trench coat was floating in the air. He had a cigar in his mouth - or maybe a lollipop - and his face was deep and serious, as cool as Brad Pitt.
The protagonist in "Fight Club" (played by Edward Norton) also fantasized about a doppelganger of himself named Tyler Durden (played by Brad Pitt). He collects the fat extracted from women in plastic surgery hospitals, uses it to make soap, and then sells it back to the women. He is a lawless figure. In fact, these are all done by the protagonist himself, but he doesn’t know it, and he also feels that he will never be as cool as Tyler Durden in his life.
The difference between Wang Zixu and him is that Edward Norton doesn’t know that Taylor Durton is himself, but Wang Zixu knows that the little prince is himself.
The little prince is him, he is the little prince, and they are of the same mind. The little prince was born completely in fiction, so whatever he is, the little prince is. But the little prince can help him do some things he is not good at.
In his conception, the little prince is a very aggressive person. If he wasn't aggressive, he wouldn't be able to charm so many women. Therefore, the little prince's action mode is to be able to control the overall situation at any time.
Wang Zixu cannot control the situation at any time. He can only write a person who can control the overall situation in the novel. Then I thought about it, what if I brought this person into reality?
So, the real world became Wang Zixu’s novel. The spiritual world of Wang Zixu and the real world merged with each other, and the little prince came to life. At this time, he was standing majestically in the living room with his hands behind his back. He glanced around at the strange scriptwriter reserve staff who were lying down, and said:
"Listen to me."
His voice was not loud, but he was calm, firm and powerful. All tall, short, fat, thin, men, women and children cast their eyes over.
"When you listen to me, stand in front of me and line up in a row," the little prince said. "Creation is no joke. What I am going to say next will be crucial to your future."
Everyone felt that his aura was a little different, but they couldn't tell what was different. People walked up to him obediently, whether they were men, women, or mechanical fire-breathing Godzilla, they all stood obediently and imitated him to stand in a row with their hands behind their backs.
“Our place here is called Wenwen Club.” The little prince said, “The first rule of Wenwen Club is: discussion of Wenwen Club is not allowed.”
After he finished speaking, people looked at each other with different looks. He then immediately said: "The second rule of Wenwen Club is: discussion of Wenwen Club is not allowed."
Sakura-chan moved a little. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.
“The third rule of Wenwen Club is: Wenwen Club has no name, only a code name. I don’t care whether you are from Nanjing University or Finance University, a man or a woman, or a fire-breathing Mechagodzilla. There is no meaning here.
“In Wenwen Club, you will all become people without identity, because the scripter should be a person without identity, because he has no identity, so he can become anyone. You must be tolerant of all living beings in this world and embrace all rivers.
"The fourth rule of Wenwen Club: When you come here, you must read. Reading is the most important thing in life. You must read at least 100,000 words of books on the bookshelf every day, and they must be books you have not read before.
"The fifth rule of Wenwen Club: When you come here, you must create. You must create a qualified script of at least four thousand words every day. You are not allowed to fool around or deal with errands. You must pour out your soul and create the most satisfying crystallization at this moment.
"The sixth rule of Wenwen Club: Everything I say is a rule. On issues related to creation, I do not allow doubts. Everything you create must first satisfy me, and then satisfy the users."
Wang Zixu stood aside, looking at the little prince, his eyes full of appreciation.
In fact, it was not the little prince standing there, but himself. Those words came from his own mouth. It's just that the words he said were not his own. It's just that the words borrowed his mouth and came out of his mouth.
Everyone has a self, id and superego. Now his ego is the little prince, and his superego is the prince. He looked at himself from the perspective of his superego, watching it with gusto, as if he were watching a movie.
The little prince raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and then said: "We have 20 days. From now on, we must strictly implement our schedule every day. I don't care about your previous life style. Starting from tomorrow, get up at 6:30 every day and go for a morning run outside. 5 kilometers, then come back and read for an hour, and then start class. I will start writing scripts in the afternoon, review everyone’s scripts in the evening, put away my mobile phone at 10:30 in the evening, and go to bed.”
No one dared to protest. The little prince continued: "It's class time now. Let's meet in the restaurant."
Cheng Xing's eyes became excited and excited. He followed first, and then others followed. After everyone sat down at the dining table, Wang Zixu pushed the whiteboard over, with some words already written on it.
Before going to class, Wang Zixu first stretched out his hand in front of the poet: "It needs to be quiet during class time. Chewing gum is not allowed. Spit it out."
When the poet lowered his head, his pink tongue pushed out the chewing gum, and it fell into the palm of Wang Zixu's hand.
This was not Wang Zixu’s original intention, but he didn’t care. After throwing away the chewing gum body and drying his hands, he continued:
“Our class is mainly about poetry. The purpose of language is to tell you how to make every sentence poetic. ”
Cheng Xing took out his notebook, and Xiao Ba also took out his tablet computer. The poet looked left and right, and found that his hands were empty.
Wang Zixu said: "Understanding this lesson is more important than taking notes. The first thing you have to remember is that there should be no boring nonsense. In other words, boring, meaningless words that cannot arouse human emotions should not be said from your mouth."
The poet raised his hand. Wang Zixu nodded at her, and she said: "What should we do in transitional situations? For example, when you are just connected, the user greets you and asks you if you have eaten. You can't just say 'I want to eat you' in a greasy manner right from the beginning, right? Sometimes you just need to say some meaningless words."
Wang Zixu stretched out his finger: "Good question. The purpose of not letting you say boring things is not to 'not let them talk', but how to make boring words not boring. This requires making your sentences poetic."
"Can every sentence be poetic?"
"Every sentence can."
"I can't."
"That's why I teach you." Wang Zixu said, "Let me give you an example. What is your favorite fruit?"
The poet thought for a while and said: "Banana."
Wang Zixu said: "First try to use your first visitor to organize the language to express the message 'you like to eat bananas the most.'"
The poet said: "My favorite fruit is banana."
"Yes." Wang Zixu was very satisfied, "The first principle of poetry is conflict. Why do you like eating bananas and not apples? There must be conflict in the sentence. This is a kind of contrast. In the process of contrast, the original sentence is torn and sublimated.
"For example, you can say, 'Among all fruits, bananas are my favorite. ’”
The poet nodded. This sentence is obviously more interesting than the simple direct narration just now.
“The second principle of poetry is defamiliarization,” Wang Zixu said, “In sentences, if you can avoid using commonly used collocation words, do not use commonly used collocations, such as ‘all fruits’, which are very commonly used. Change it to a synonym.
"So, this sentence should be changed to, 'Among all fruits, bananas are my favorite.'"
Cheng Xing and Xiaoba both opened their mouths, feeling that something magical was happening.
"The third principle of poetry is transcendence. You first come up with a reason why you like to eat bananas the most."
The poet tilted his head: "Because...its skin is easier to peel?"
The poet said: "'Among all fruits, my favorite is bananas. Because the night I broke up with my first love, my mother bought a bunch of bananas.' Is that so?"
Wang Zi nodded: "Correct. Then here we can talk about the fourth aspect of poetry. This principle is regression. You cannot blindly transcend, and you must eventually return to reality, so as not to float too high.
“Then, this sentence becomes, ‘Among all fruits, bananas are my favorite. Because on the evening when I broke up with my first love, my mother bought a bunch of bananas. When she came home and found a whole bunch of banana peels, I deservedly got my ass kicked. Since then, I’ve fallen in love with bananas with a vengeance. Because their skin is so easy to peel’…”
The poet sat calmly with his hands between his legs, expressionless, seemingly unresponsive, but his eyes clearly had more light.
Sakura-chan and the believer looked at each other. They all saw the shock in each other's eyes. It suddenly occurred to them that perhaps choosing to come here would be the most correct decision in their lives.
Ye Lan leaned against the door of the restaurant, arms folded in front of his chest, with a mysterious smile on his face, quietly listening to Wang Zixu's lecture.
She quietly released her feet from the high heels and flexed her toes to relieve the pressure on her arches throughout the day. The snow-white toes wriggled in the black stockings, looking very mysterious.
When Wang Zixu lectures, he has his own unique charm. He doesn’t look like a 30-year-old married middle-aged coward at all. So she couldn't bear to interrupt.
However, she had to remind him after class that the data of Wenwen App did not rise at all today, and even fell a little. He is getting further and further away from his goal.
On a personal level, maybe she has changed her mind about him, but on a business level, she will not change.
(End of this chapter)