Chapter 83 Cao Xueqin and Proust (Thanks to the leader Luohua Mingyue)
"Hahiss - Hahiss - Hahiss -"
The lost believer feels that his lungs are like a bellows, inhaling is pumping, exhaling is blowing, between each inhalation and exhalation, his vocal cords make a hissing sound every time, which is very tragic.
His gums were sore, the soles of his feet ached, and it felt like someone had stabbed him between his ribs. It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and he was running staggeringly on the lonely road on the outskirts of the city. At the end of the skyline in front of him was a small urban built-up area, floating in the hazy morning mist.
“Hiss—ha——”
The believer squatted down, resting his hands on his knees, looking down at the ground and doubting life. There was a long, narrow crack on the concrete pavement, running from the back of his butt, through his crotch, and all the way to the front.
Sakura-chan moved her legs and ran over from behind, saying, "What, it's not going to work anymore?"
While he was talking, he didn't stop walking and trotted all the way. The believer waved his hand, dropped two drops of saliva, and said:
"I'm too tired, let's take a rest."
Sakura-chan sneered and said: "You have to take a break when running for 5 kilometers, and the rest time has to catch up with the running time."
The believer gasped and said: "That's you. You exercise regularly. You must be fine. I haven't run or walked in eight hundred years. Now I feel very uncomfortable..."
Sakura-chan said: "I mainly train for strength. In fact, running at my weight is very disadvantageous. You see Xiaohachi is running and the fire-breathing mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex is running. How can you rest?"
The believer gasped and said: "It's not Tyrannosaurus Rex, it's Godzilla!"
The copper-headed and iron-armed Sakura-chan grabbed his arm and lifted him up like a chicken Come: "You can't rest. If you rest, you won't be able to run anymore. Come on, let's run together, one two one, one two one..."
"Stop holding me back, I can't do it anymore!"
Even though she was carrying a person and bearing most of his weight, Sakura-chan looked at ease:
"I think Mr. Little Prince’s arrangements are really reasonable. I was so dizzy after listening to the class yesterday. During my morning run, I digested all the knowledge. I can’t believe it. These 20 How strong will I become after this day?"
The lost believer said: "After these 20 days, I may be dead."
The poet wore a white sports short T-shirt that exposed his navel, his pink hair was tied into a high ponytail, and his lower body was wearing a pair of yoga pants. Of the bunch, her outfit is the most situational. Cheng Xing jogged and slowly followed from behind, walking side by side with her.
"Yesterday," Cheng Xing broke the silence and asked, "After listening to Mr. Little Prince's class, do you have any thoughts?"
The poet did not answer. It took him a long time to breathe evenly and said: "It's very fresh. They are all theories that I have never heard before."
Cheng Xing nodded: "I have studied creative writing, and the theories he taught are very novel. Complete I haven’t heard of him at all. "
"Most writers are wild animals."
Cheng Xing asked: "Aren't you curious about his identity and background?"
"I'm not interested in where he came from. "
Cheng Xing said: "But his background is itself a part of him. And if you see it, we all agree that he is from a literary background, which is actually very interesting."
The poet said: "Those who are engaged in literature do have some advantages in this line of work. I have proved this myself. There is nothing surprising."
Cheng Xing said: "But I learned from a reliable source that he has never published a work before, and even if I posted his work online, he was not in a hurry to claim it, as if he didn't care at all. This is the reason why I guessed his identity."
The poet asked: "Did you guess anything?"
Cheng Xing said: "I suspect that he is a figure like Cao Xueqin or Proust."
"Where do you mean?"
"He may be from the upper class, and the social circle around him is the upper class. It is not convenient for him to show his face, so he never publishes works."
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand the upper class. Why can’t the upper class publish works?”
Cheng Xing said: “The first shot kills the first bird. Some The circle is like this, you can't stand out."
The poet frowned: "That doesn't make sense why he would write a literary script."
Cheng Xing said: "Either your family is in decline like Cao Xueqin, or you have a sudden awakening like Proust."
The poet stretched out a white finger to tuck a strand of hair from his temple behind his ear, and said softly: " I don't know. "
"Very mysterious."
"Hmm. Cao Xueqin is also very mysterious. With only half a book, he became famous in the world. Until now, various versions of Dream of Red Mansions are still circulating in the world. But no one can tell clearly what Cao Xueqin's life experience is, and some are just various speculations.
After Proust's death, he was able to be buried with great splendor, and "In Search of Lost Time" escorted his coffin like angel wings. In contrast, Cao Xueqin could only die of cold illness and misery. The more transcendent the status of "A Dream of Red Mansions" is, the more it reflects the author's sadness.
This further strengthened Cheng Xing’s belief. No matter what the little prince's life experience is, he must help him to let this kind of writing pass on and obtain benefits commensurate with his achievements.
Writers should not be born into poverty.
Wang Zixu stood at the door of the apartment, and the scripters had already run out of sight. An Audi stopped at the door. Ye Lan got out of the car and the trunk slowly raised.
"You came so early." Wang Zixu raised his hand and looked at his watch.
“I woke up at around six o’clock in the morning. My sleep quality has always been very high.” After Ye Lan got out of the car, he went straight into the trunk, and his voice became hazy.
When she came out of the trunk, she was holding large and small plastic bags containing slippers, mouthwash cups, data cables, mosquito repellent liquid and other sundries.
Wang Zixu stepped forward and took the bag: "I'll carry it."
"Here it is for you."
The two walked into the apartment, and Wang Zixu said: "I thought someone else would bring it here."
Ye Lan said: "This place is confidential. Isn't this all your request? Zuo Ziliang will not do such a thing. I am the only one who will be the errand boy."
Ye Lan not only did this in the morning She is bare-faced, and her dressing style has also changed a little. She is simply wearing a translucent light yellow dress with light gauze, a white suspender underneath, and sandals on her feet. She looks very at home, as if she ran here as soon as she woke up in the morning.
Ye Lan raised her leg, waved it in front of his eyes for a second, and said, "What, you noticed that I didn't wear stockings today? Is it weird?"
Wang Zixu didn't want to start talking about stockings so early in the morning: "I didn't notice, I didn't pay attention."
"It's getting hotter and hotter now. Wear stockings. They'll be uncomfortable. Otherwise, they'll look informal. You don't know how tiring it is to be a woman. I'm just going to free myself in the morning. I'll have to go back and put them on when I get to work."
Wang Zixu glanced at the large and small bags in his hand, and then at her empty hands. He was silent for a while, and then nodded: "You're right. , but you don’t have to wear stockings, you can actually wear them if you don’t want to.”
“I wear them if I like them.”
The two of them put away the groceries, and Ye Lan sat down on the sofa, stretched out his hand and waved to the prince: "Come here."
"What are you doing?"
"Come here and sit here." Ye Lan reached out and patted the sofa, "I'll show you something."
Wang Zixu walked over inexplicably and sat down next to her, far away from her.
Ye Lan said: "Last night, a speech therapist had a seizure with our operation, and I knew about it. I will show you the chat history."
Wang Zixu took her phone and saw that in the chat box, Huang Da had sent many screenshots of the chat history.
Qiu Ze: [Didn’t you say that scripts are our welfare? I don’t want benefits, can you give me a higher level of pay? 】
Huang Da: [This cannot be mentioned. Perfect attendance has nothing to do with other benefits. 】
Qiu Ze: [But your script is useless at all. I don’t even use it. I send it every day. If you have the money, why not send it to me? I will work hard to raise one more file and I can take a few more orders. 】
Huang Da: [This is really unacceptable... This is not in compliance with the charter. 】
Qiu Ze: [Let me tell you, not only me, but several speech therapists here have this opinion. We don’t need scripts. Anyway, we can also take orders from other apps. To be honest, your pricing doesn't have much of an advantage. 】
Huang Da: [Are you threatening? 】
Qiu Ze: [Haha, I don’t mean that anyway, it’s up to you what you want to think. ]
…
After reading the chat history, Wang Zixu returned the phone to Ye Lan.
“How is Qiu Ze’s performance?”
“Nobody, his performance is not ranked at all.” Ye Lan put one leg on the other, “I just think it’s interesting, let me show you.”
Wang Zixu noticed a hint of slyness in her eyes. She definitely didn't just show it to herself because she thought it was "interesting".
(End of this chapter)