Chapter 92 Literary Authenticity
There is not only one prince in the world who thinks of Chen Qingluo. In fact, Chen Qingluo, a monster, leaves a lot of thoughts wherever he goes.
It was right for her to return to Xihe anonymously. If she doesn't do this, on the day she comes back, the social dinner will be scheduled until she leaves, and the guests will be high-profile people, so she can't refuse.
Therefore, it is almost impossible for Wang Zixu to encounter her on the streets of Xihe, let alone 30,000 steps, or 60,000 steps, unless he can recognize Chen Qingluo at a glance, who is tightly wrapped in a mask and sunglasses. Only a fool like him would hang out in Xihe for many years without being loved. No matter where Chen Qingluo goes, there are a bunch of people willing to share everything about her.
Li Tingfang said: "Since Qingluo has returned to Xihe, you must keep her in prison. Shen Jianqiu has already spoken, and she must be kept to support the show at the Xihe Literary Meeting."
Ning Chunyan was about to cry: "How come Shen Jianqiu knows about this?"
Li Tingfang smiled and said: "What if that guy is the leader of Xihe? He is well-informed. Or he told me that Qingluo is back. I asked your parents to verify it, and sure enough, she is at your house."
Ning Chunyan secretly scolded her parents for being too easy to handle, and whispered: "Now is the critical period of Qingluo's novel. She doesn't want to have social events."
Li Ting Fang's tone became serious:
"Don't you think I don't know? After listening to your parents talking about her novel, I knew that her work this time will definitely shock the literary world. After I heard about it, I immediately I called Shen Jianqiu and I told her that she could come out to the Xihe Literary Society, but other social events and other people and things could not bother her. Nothing is more important than her novels! ”
Ning Chunyan felt warm in her heart and shouted long live understanding: "What did Shen Jianqiu say?"
"He said that if he found someone harassing Qing Luo's creation, call him and report immediately. He regarded Qing Luo's creation as the highest level matter. "Ning Chunyan looked at Chen Qingluo. At this time, the woman stretched out, and the bra hanging loosely on her arms fell to the ground. She stretched her body like a swan, and her white back showed an enchanting curve.
She is jealous and proud of this best friend. Her works can be protected by the whole city before they are born; when her works come into the world like a newborn and make their first cry, everyone who has seen them says that this work will eventually shock the world.
When the writer reaches this point, his life is complete.
Ning Chunyan lowered his voice and said: "Is the Xihe Literary Conference mainly about awarding awards to the award-winning writers in the essay competition? If Shen Jianqiu also pays attention to it, will it have a great influence on the Literary and Art Association? "
Li Tingfang said: "Yes, that guy Lin Feng is under a lot of pressure. If he doesn't get the ranking this time, there will be even fewer people in the literary association to support him. "
Ning Chunyan asked: "Shen Qingfeng will not end up personally, right?"
Li Tingfang sneered: "He never participates in any essay writing or competition activities. Do you know why? He is afraid of leaking the truth. But he has thugs."
" Who is the thug? "
"I mentioned it to you last time. He came from the same school as Lin Feng." Ning Chunyan could feel that Li Tingfang didn't want to talk about Lin Luo, so the two talked about Chen Qingluo's novel for a while.
Ning Chunyan opened the quilt, Chen Qingluo turned her back to her, and said quietly: "You didn't protect me."
Ning Chunyan felt aggrieved: "How else can I protect you? I have to carry you out every day. Who knows who leaked your whereabouts? Maybe it's because you ran 30,000 steps that day. Come on, get up!"
She locked Chen Qingluo's arm from behind, which made a certain part of her body look even bigger. She was jealous and angry and wanted to pull her to the bed.
“No, I was bitten by your mosquito.”
“I don’t raise mosquitoes at home, I only raise a mosquito. Chen Qingluo. And who asked you to take off your clothes? "
"I don't have time to eat, I write novels for your whole family to read."
Chen Qingluo turned around and easily pushed Ning Chunyan onto the bed. Only then did Ning Chunyan remember that this girl could not only create "Beauvoir's Dedication", but she could also run 30,000 steps in one breath, and her physical fitness was beyond words. Her small body was no match for her.
She knows why Chen Qingluo wants to train so physically. She said that writing will torture the spirit. If the body is not tortured equally, the spirit and the body will be imbalanced for a long time and eventually become distorted and deformed. So great writers either smoke or run long distances. Haruki Murakami is also a long-distance running enthusiast. This is all a form of destroying your own body.
She also knew why Chen Qingluo had to take off her shirt to write. Because she doesn’t like any restrictions on her body when writing, “it’s easier to get into the mood when you take off your clothes,” she said.
Everything this guy does is actually for writing. She is as persistent as a martyr. Ning Chunyan was both fascinated and envious of her persistence. Because she could never do this.
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Lin Feng was squatting in front of his house smoking.
He has recently been crazy about the harvest, which costs three yuan a pack. This brand was recommended to him by his good friend Wang Zixu. It is dry and strong, but if you smoke it too much, you will get a headache. When he is in a high mood, he likes to light one.
The novel he wrote for the essay competition has been revised seven or eight times. Today, he showed it to Li Tingfang and was scolded again, saying that his writing was still too flat. The people in the novel were not like humans but like machines.
When I came back to revise in the evening, I felt that my revisions were getting worse and worse. I came out to take a breath, smoked a cigarette, and stared at the filter. I thought of Wang Zixu who recommended his cigarette, and then I thought of "Wild Weeds" written by Wang Zixu, and then I thought of the female shopkeeper in the flower shop.
The more he thought about it, the more amazing he felt. He was curious about how Wang Zixu managed to move a real person into a novel and make it so lifelike. When he was chatting with the female shopkeeper, every word she said seemed to have been spoken by the wife in the novel.
In other words, every word the wife said in the novel seemed to be what the female shopkeeper would say. Even the female shopkeeper’s expression when she smiled and mentioned their family’s “hole” was exactly the same as described in the novel.
He felt that this was a great talent, just like his amazing memory. As early as after that social gathering, he felt that Wang Zixu must not be a simple person. It's a pity that he has been trapped in that small unit and his talent was wasted by the people around him. It's like burning the harp and cooking the crane.
He took out his mobile phone and planned to call Wang Zixu to ask him to help read his novel and see if he could provide some constructive revision suggestions. The call didn't go through. He put down the phone and happened to see Shen Qingfeng's car driving into the yard.
Lin Feng smoked the cigarette butt and narrowed his eyes. That was indeed Shen Qingfeng's car. Fortunately, he was squatting under an old locust tree, his body hidden in the shadows. After extinguishing his cigarette, there was no last light source around him, and no one could spot him except mosquitoes.
He saw Lin Luo sticking his head out of the car, and a well-known member of the literary association got into the car. When the car drove out of the yard, the window was lowered, and he saw Gou Yingbiao's face flash past.
Lin Feng was puzzled by the gathering of such a nondescript group of people. But he knew that Shen Qingfeng must have a conspiracy, and this conspiracy might even be related to Wang Zixu.
He called Wang Zixu again, but still couldn't get through. Then he called Li Tingfang, and the voice prompt was that he was on a call. So he became more and more anxious.
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“Among all the emotional needs of women, the desire to be conquered is always overriding. Rather than being pleased, they are more eager to be conquered by a powerful individual.”
Jean-Paul Sartre was talking to the prince. Wang Zixu squatted on the sofa with his head in his hands, accepting the lecture from this ugly man.
“I am not defending myself. I believe that the root of all freedom lies in sexual freedom. Our existence comes from sex. If sex is not free, there is no freedom.
"I have discussed this issue with Beauvoir countless times. Of course, there will be confusion and quarrels in the process, but in the end we both accepted it. Because she also recognized that marriage is a tool used by the ruling class to restrain the people. So we chose not to get married.
"Think about it, are our punishments for cheating very strong? It's just a mirror image. Marriage does not restrain the other party, marriage only restrains oneself. If you can't restrain yourself, get a divorce. There is an old saying in China, which is "take off your pants and fart". In my opinion, marriage is the worst thing you can do to take off your pants and fart. "
Wang Zixu finally became annoyed by his brainwashing: "What on earth do you want to say? ”
Sartre said: "It is nonsense for you to say that Beauvoir is blind when he falls in love with me. You know, we are not married at all."
"That's just you evading your responsibilities."
"You have an old saying in China... ”
“Don’t talk about our old Chinese sayings. You don’t understand.” Sartre is just like the Tang Monk in "Journey to the West". The little prince sat next to Ye Lan, lit his pipe, crossed his legs high, and said:
"Don't listen to him. There is an old saying in China that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests. If you really listen to him, you will have laid a permanent landmine."
At this time, Sartre began to pretend to be innocent again, raised his hands and said: "I have no suggestions. I am just telling a fact. By the way, from my experience, if they give you a chance, you don't take it. Stay, but you will be resented."
Wang Zixu stood up unsteadily and said, "Stop being so nagging, let's find a way to get her up."
Sartre and the little prince spread their hands at the same time: "There is nothing I can do to help you. You can only do it yourself."
These two useless guys. Sure enough, the spirit can never win over the material.
Wang Zixu stared at Ye Lan's undefended body for a while, feeling unable to make a move. After thinking for a while, he went upstairs and knocked on the poet's door.
After a while, the door opened, and the pink-haired girl appeared at the door and asked him what he wanted to do.
“Can you help me move Mr. Ye? I can’t do it alone.”
The poet stared at him in amusement. Mr. Little Prince rarely shows his vulnerable side, let alone today he was so fragile and gentle.
Wang Zixu felt that he had been seen through - in fact, it was not that he could not move Ye Lan, but he did not want to move Ye Lan "alone".
And it’s best if the person who helps him is a woman. Having a female witness can prove that he didn't do anything. Sartre could not get married, but he could not keep his innocence.
“Okay.” The poet agreed. Wang Zixu breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them helped Ye Lan up from the sofa, each with a hand on his shoulder. Ye Lan groaned, half asleep, and Wang Zixu prayed that she wouldn't spit it out.
Ye Lan has a good figure, but he doesn’t feel sexy at all. The poet said to him across Ye Lan:
"Everyone thinks that you and Mr. Ye have that kind of relationship."
Wang Zixu showed a disgusted expression: "Who thinks that?"
"Everyone."
"Who are you?"
"Sakura Jiang, Xin Zhe, Xiaoba, Cheng Xing, and the aunt who helps us cook."
It is indeed everyone. This is too outrageous. How did the cooking aunt get involved?
Wang Zixu said: "There is no such thing."
The poet said: "But they said that you went out with Mr. Ye, and when you came back, there were her lipstick marks on your clothes."
“Who said?”
“They.”
“Who are they?”
“Sakura-chan and the Believer.”
Wang Zixu made a secret note in his mind for these two people. Decided to give them a good drill the next day.
“It’s not lipstick marks, it’s spicy oil.” Wang Zixu explained.
The poet asked: "Why is it spicy oil?"
"Because we eat spicy noodles outside."
The poet thought about it After a while, he shook his head and said: "Compared to the two of you sitting outside eating spicy noodles, I still prefer to believe that the two of you are sitting outside and kissing. The latter is more literary authenticity."
"..."
After sending Ye Lan back to her own bed, the poet waved to Wang Zixu: "Leave the rest to me, I will take care of her."
Wang Zixu said sincerely: "You are a very nice person. I thought before. You are very rebellious."
The poet said: "You are also a good person. I used to think you were an expert in love."
Both of them felt ashamed of their superficiality before. Before leaving, Wang Zixu turned around and told her, "At least help her take off her high heels."
"Why?"
"Because if you wear high heels one night, your feet will be swollen when you wake up the next day."
""Chungking Express"?"
"What "Chungking Express"?"
The poet waved at him angrily, and Wang Zixu closed the door. Standing in front of the door, Sartre put his face on his shoulder in a cute way:
"I'll make a bet with you, Ye Lan will definitely pick on you tomorrow."
"Don't argue. I'm thinking."
The poet's words just woke him up. He vaguely caught a certain flaw in his writing in his mind.
He quickly went downstairs, turned on all the lights in the living room, then quickly emptied the coffee table, and turned around to grab several books from the bookshelf, including "The Journey of Strange Birds", "My Name is Red", "The Green House", "Madame Bovary"...
Sartre looked at him curiously: "What are you doing?"< /p>
"I found that my past creations were too 'conformist'." Wang Zixu lowered his head and turned over the book. "Ning Chunyan is right. I take serious novels too seriously. I always restrain myself and always want to write 'pure' things. But in fact, this is very disadvantageous."
He slapped the books on the table one by one: "Look, in these books, there are stories about wives cheating, cheating on oneself, murdering husbands after cheating, about brothels, about military prostitutes, about love killings... These are all Nobel Prize-level works. There are some, some in these books..."
He tried to organize the language, and finally said: "Some very exciting content. These contents They are all very literary, or typical. People like to read these things. But these are exactly what I avoided before. "Of course, "Thunderstorm" talks about brother-sister adultery, and "A Dream of Red Mansions" also has a story about three people. "
The little prince clapped his fingers and said: ""The Red and the Black" talks about adultery, and "Crime and Punishment" also talks about murder and wrongful killing. In fact, serious novels do not lack sensory stimulation."
The more Wang Zixu said, the more excited he became: "When I wrote the literary script, I did not have this mental barrier, so the works created by the little prince The product is very popular. People should not constrain themselves. What is needed is to find a balance in the middle. Sartre and the little prince looked at each other: "He has realized it."