Chapter 134 The Song of October (End of Volume 1)
Whoever will shock the world with his voice will remain silent for a long time; whoever will ignite lightning will drift like a cloud for a long time.
Although old comrade Wang Jianguo has never read Nietzsche, he has learned to be patient in his life lessons today.
Now it’s Lao Zhang’s home court, with luxury cars, new houses, and children. He could only retreat.
However, as long as Lao Zhang cannot take him to the East China Sea in the future, his son Wang Zixu will always be in Xihe anyway, and the opportunity for revenge will always be there.
As we get older, there will always be times when we have headaches and fever. Lao Zhang will always understand: Children who have no future are a blessing. No matter how high or far they fly, what is the use of being a Kunpeng to the old man? Two birds in the bush are worth less than one in the hand.
Wang Jianguo’s face was as sinking as water, and he planned to figure it out slowly.
Seeing the serious face of old comrade Wang Jianguo, Wang Zixu became extremely anxious.
Zhang Wei did not pay attention to the expressions of the father and son at all, and said to his sister: "I heard that the first-placed one has a very good relationship with Professor Zhong of Nanda University. You have connections at Nanda University. Please give me a call and ask. Just give me a message."
Zhang Xixi chewed melon seeds and pouted: "Do you think the professor is the head teacher? Just saying hello can make me ask him for help? Why don't you just ask me to find the big leader?"
"You can find it if you want. A big leader is fine too.”
“Don’t make trouble!”
Just now Wang Zixu was worried that he was being sentimental, but now he is sure that he is the number one in the Xihe Literary Society. What they are looking for is themselves.
He couldn’t help but... his face turned red.
Wang Zixu frowned and wondered: How can I confess my identity to them decently without appearing arrogant, so that they can take him seriously without appearing too aggressive? ...In layman's terms, it means "how to show off decently".
In this regard, he is extremely inexperienced.
"Ahem, um..." Wang Zixu rubbed his hands on his pants, "Xihe Literary Society..."
The attention of the Zhang brothers and sisters was not on him at all. Tou told his brother: "If you can't interview the first place, you might as well interview the second place."
Zhang Weiyile: "Did you know? What a coincidence, the first place and the second place are from the same company."
"Really?"
"Yes, and how do you know that I didn't interview the second place?" Zhang Wei shook his head, "I sent her interview back to the company for someone to sort it out, but I don't think the effect was very good. I still want to interview the first place."
The two of them were chatting forward, and they drowned out Wang Zixu's voice. He spoke softer and quieter, and finally rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
It’s hard to show off.
When can you naturally laugh up at the sky and go out? Why could Li Bai's pretense be so easy to get an antelope to hang its horns?
Zhang Xixi asked: "Then how do you know that the top interviewer will be able to publish the article?"
Zhang Wei said: "Of course I know this. Do you remember there was a wonderful interview on the stage that day? I was very impressed after listening to it. Unfortunately, it was not recorded at the time, and the TV station did not play it back later."
Zhang Xixi said: "What did you say?"
Zhang Wei frowned and thought with his hands. Rubbing his forehead with his fingers, he made a "hissing" sound in his mouth, and after a while he said:
"The general meaning is that literature is a work that only failed people will read."
Zhang Xixi smiled slyly: "No wonder I can't read literary works, because I am too successful."
"That's not what I mean," Wang Zixu said. "Literature is not exclusively for losers. It should be said that literature relies on failure and moves towards victory. Failure and victory are not two completely different things, but two aspects of the same thing."
"My words are not all my own thoughts. Mr. Lu Xun said in I once said in a speech, "Literature is the most useless, it can only be spoken by those who have no strength; those who have strength will kill people without opening their mouths, and those who are oppressed will be killed if they say a few words or write a few words; even if they are lucky enough not to be killed, they still cry out, complain, and complain every day, but those with strength still oppress, abuse, and kill, and there is no way to deal with them."
"This is about literature during the revolutionary period. But what about literature after the victory of the revolution? People don't look at whether your thoughts are right or not, and they don't think about the value of your works. They just look at how much money you make. If you make more money, you are right. If others make more money, then others are more right.
"If you speak out your thoughts, people will doubt your ulterior motives, whether you want to be famous or make more money. So I can only tell the story and let the viewers think for themselves. I just hope that there will always be some people who can see something from it and be able to survive in death and win in defeat at critical moments. ”
The strange thing is that when he talks about literature, Wang Zixu becomes energetic, pretending that all those little things are forgotten by him, and the thing that can give him eternal pleasure is always literature.
After he finished speaking for a long time, he realized that everyone was staring at him. He realized that what he just said lacked some necessary information, so he added:
"The one you want to interview is me. I am the number one person in the Xihe Literary Society."
"Huh?" Zhang Xixi made a confused voice.
Wang Zixu simply said: "My name is Wang Zixu."
Comrade Wang Jianguo rolled his eyes: "Tsk, I'm talking about business, what nonsense are you talking about? What's your first name?"
After hearing what Wang Jianguo said, everyone realized that Wang Zixu was joking just now, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and their tight strings relaxed. If he really was the number one in the Xihe Literary Society, his father wouldn't even know about it, but then, everyone heaved a sigh of relief again.
“But I am the number one in the Xihe Literary Society?”
He reached for the waistband of his trousers and wanted to throw out the evidence in a cool way, but he came up empty-handed and froze in place.
Where is my newspaper?
Looking at his appearance, Wang Jianguo felt more and more that his son was being stupid, and said impatiently: "What on earth are you going to do?"
"Where is my newspaper?"
Wang Zixu remembered that he had thrown the newspaper on the coffee table, and hurriedly ran to the living room, only to find that the coffee table was bare. Fortunately, there is no end to the problem. He lowered his head and found the newspaper in the trash can next to him.
Wang Zixu returned to the crowd with the newspaper, showed the front page, and clicked on the seat in the middle.
"Here. This is me. Just Wang Zixu, there is no need to pretend, right?"
In the newspaper, the figure standing in the middle is undoubtedly Wang Zixu, who is much taller than the people on both sides.
It’s a pity that Chen Qingluo was not included in the photo, otherwise Wang Zixu would have cut it out and treasured it.
Old Comrade Wang Jianguo quickly took the newspaper and read it. Zhang Xixi lowered her head to read the newspaper, then looked up at him, then looked down at the newspaper, then looked up at him again. She pointed her fingers in the air, but was speechless. Finally, she covered her mouth and took a breath.
How dare they discuss it here for a long time, research and come up with ideas, and the real owner is sitting at his own home?
Is there such a coincidence in the world?
Zhang Wei was stunned for a long time, and suddenly stood up: "Are you the first prize of this Xihe Literary Society, the first place recommended by the collective?"
The prince waved his hand: "Yes, but I think that the reputation of a writer should lie in his works, not in the awards he has won."
Zhang Wei hurriedly ran over and held his hand:
"You are the number one, you should have told me earlier! I was here just now...I am so embarrassed to do this to you and me, cough!"
Zhang Wei's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing Wang Zixu to become embarrassed on his behalf.
He wiped the sweat behind his back.
What a guy, how can he pretend to be so piecemeal, there is no one else except him.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely learn from Li Bai and be bolder.
"You idiot, you only told me about such a big thing today?" Wang Jianguo stared at his eyes like a toad and yelled, "What kind of award did you win? You didn't even tell your father, right? You kid, if it weren't for your face, I would have taken off my shoes and beat you with the soles of my shoes!"
Wang Zixu said: "Didn't I report it?"
Wang Jianguo said: "It happened the day before yesterday, and I only found out today! All the people in Xihe knew it, so you just told me!"
Wang Zixu thought, don't you always look down on me for writing? The old man felt aggrieved now.
He said: "This little thing is not worth fussing about."
Wang Jianguo was anxious at first: "What do you mean? The first place in Xihe Literary Society means that he is the first person in Xihe who can write articles! Such a matter of honoring one's ancestors should be left to others. They’re going to set off firecrackers in front of their ancestors’ graves!”
He looked down at the newspaper and said eagerly: “It says there are still ten. Is the bonus of 10,000 yuan real? "
Wang Zixu drank water: "It is true. I used this money to buy you a house, which is not big enough to live in. "
Wang Jianguo's eyes suddenly shone, his chest straightened, his waist straightened, and he looked like he was ten years younger in an instant.
He looked at Lao Zhang with high spirits: "Did you hear that? This kid still knows something. He got the bonus and bought me a house!"
Lao Zhang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said The voice said weakly: "Okay, I'm so filial."
After winning the game, Lao Wang felt elated and became a lot more cheerful, or perhaps too cheerful, and started talking nonsense again.
Wang Zixu shook his head. Smiled softly again.
Reconciled.
Wang Zixu had an urgent inspiration to write down, so he declined Lao Zhang’s invitation to stay. He left his contact information with Zhang Wei and promised him to make an appointment for an interview another day.
Before going out, the Zhang brothers and sisters felt that they were not considerate and insisted on driving him back. Seeing Zhang Wei's firm attitude, Wang Zixu agreed and sat in the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz.
It still feels like the Porsche seats are comfortable.
Zhang Wei asked: "Are you majoring in liberal arts or science?"
"Science."
"You don't feel like you? Haha, don't mind. I have read your novels and found them to be particularly delicate, especially the characters. They are written as if they really exist. This doesn't quite resemble the thinking of a science student."
Wang Zixu said: "In fact, there is no essential difference in thinking between liberal arts students and science students. Science requires the imagination of liberal arts, and liberal arts also require the logic and rigor of science. We cannot distinguish and define ourselves by knowledge."
Zhang Wei took a deep breath: "You are right, high, really high. You won the award this time, which is a surprise. You have published many articles. Zhang’s veterans have all been defeated. In addition to the work that won the prize at the literary conference, have you written other works? ” Wang Zixu said: “I did. I just published an article in "Yangtze River" not long ago. "Is it true? "Yangtze River" is the leading literary magazine in this province! "
"Well, it is the latest issue, the first one in "Yangtze River"." Wang Zixu smiled, "I have been waiting for a long time for the news of the manuscript."
Zhang Wei said in surprise: "The first article? It seems that people attach great importance to you. Generally, the first article of "Yangtze River" is given to more important long-form serials, or to heavyweight newcomers."
"Is there still such a saying?"
"Yes." Zhang Wei nodded, "You are very good. Have you ever considered participating in Feishi's emerging writers competition?"
"Feishi?"
Somehow, Wang Zixu felt as if he had heard this name somewhere.
"Isn't Feishi a jewelry brand?" Zhang Xixi from the back seat of the car came over and asked.
Zhang Wei said: "Yes, it is a jewelry brand. In order to demonstrate its brand value, this brand spent money to hold a literary competition with a maximum prize of 1 million."
Hearing this number, Wang Zixu was shocked. Zhang Xixi in the back row was okay and asked: "Does this kind of literary award smell too strong?" Money, but without their money, we would not be able to hold such an attractive event. The judges they invite are all big names in the industry. Su Fei and Yan Zishan are all characters who can compete for the Nobel Prize in Literature. ”
Zhang Xixi said: "That sounds good. Have they held it before?"
"It has been held, and the winner last time was Xiao Mengyin."
Speaking of this name, Wang Zixu completely remembered it.
Isn’t this the award that the woman who touched the porcelain won?
Zhang Xixi in the back row immediately shouted: "Wow! Xiao Mengyin, the book she wrote is very good!"
Zhang Wei turned around with a smile: "Don't you like reading literature?"
"What she wrote was very touching! I was completely touched! And she also dared to say that I like her character very much. By the way, is she very popular recently?"
"Yes, she is very popular." Zhang Wei Said, "It's because of that... little prince, right?"
"Yes, the little prince is also popular. Why is he so popular? It's so strange."
Wang Zixu listened quietly.
This is the second time today.
This is the second time that these two brothers and sisters have talked about themselves in front of me.
"Teacher Wang," Zhang Wei turned to look at him, "You can really participate in this essay competition. What can I say, this essay competition is very suitable for you... Do you have any long works?"
Wang Zixu shook his head: "I plan to write it, but not yet."
"That's best, their essay submission deadline is half a year away. Zhang Wei analyzed with him, "In fact, it is difficult for a budding author like you to get publishing opportunities, but it is too difficult for you to make a living by submitting manuscripts. After all, the royalties are too small, so you can only survive. But this literary award will create a series of published works around the winning authors. As long as you can be shortlisted, you don't have to worry about future publishing opportunities."
Wang Zixu asked: "Can everyone submit? Are there any other requirements? For example, is there a requirement for the number of words?"
"No, generally the number of words awarded is more than ten or two hundred thousand, which is exactly the weight of a book. After being shortlisted, it will definitely be published, so the more words, the better."
Wang Zixu understood clearly.
Along the way, he asked Zhang Wei for advice on many things. Zhang Wei is engaged in book promotion and knows everything about the literary circle. Wang Zixu chatted with him for a while and felt that he benefited a lot. The two made an appointment for the next meeting.
After getting off the car, Zhang Xixi opened the car door specially, ran over with long legs, and said breathlessly: "Teacher Wang, you only added WeChat with my brother, and forgot to add WeChat with me."
Wang Zixu was a little flattered and said: "Sorry, I actually plan to go back to your brother to ask for your contact information."
Zhang Xixi smiled and said: "I am the one who is embarrassed, we are the ones who are embarrassed today."
"It's okay."
After a pause, Wang Zixu said again: "Are you working at NTU? In fact, I plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination at NTU next year, and maybe we can meet each other at NTU later."
"Is it true? My senior also got admitted to Nanjing University for graduate school. Leave your address and I will send you the notes I used."
Wang Zixu quickly thanked her.
It was this way of immediately treating herself as a senior that reminded him of a certain senior.
After saying goodbye to the Zhang brothers and sisters, Wang Zixu went to Ning Chun Yan’s dinner. When he got there, Ning Chun Yan and Ye Lan were waiting for him at the barbecue stall.
The two women are slim and have attractive eyes. Ye Lan has bright red lips and full stockings; Ning Chunyan has a slim waist and long hair hanging down her waist. When they saw him coming, they all raised their beer glasses high.
His eyes looked around for a while, looking for someone, but in the end he was a little disappointed.
Ning Chunyan asked narrowly: "Who are you looking for? Who are you looking for? Isn't it enough for you to drink and drink with us to drown your sorrows? Who else are you expecting to come over?"
Ye Lan peeled off lazily Putting the peanut into his mouth: "If you are looking for Zuo Ziliang, he went to celebrate his wife's birthday and can't come over."
Wang Zixu was in a daze for a moment. That man actually has a wife?
But then I thought about it, Zuo Ziliang is also that age, and it is normal to have a wife.
Ning Chunyan said: "Chen Qingluo has gone back."
Wang Zixu raised his head: "Where did you go back?"
"Back to the East China Sea." Ning Chunyan said, "I originally planned to go back with her, but she left in a hurry, and I wanted to stay for two days."
Wang Zixu asked: "Why did she leave in a hurry?"
"Go back to work on the publication of her novel." Ning Chunyan said.
After a pause, she added: "If nothing else happens, you will be able to see her on the list of the Mao Dun Literature Award this year."
Ye Lan said: "So awesome?"
"Yeah. Very strong."
Wang Zixu lowered his head.
After so many years of busy work, he has finally made some progress recently, but why do you feel that the distance between him and Chen Qingluo has not shortened?
Ning Chunyan lowered her head and looked at his face: "Were you really expecting Chen Qingluo to come over just now? Why, are you interested in her?"
"No, I was looking for Zuo Ziliang just now."
Ye Lan asked curiously: "Yes. Who's interesting? "
Ning Chunyan raised a toast: "Forget it, let's not tease him, let's raise a toast together today, for the sake of our friend Wang Zixu's wife!"
Ye Lan said: "Isn't this a bit strange?"
Ning Chunyan thought for a while: "It seems true."
"No need to act like it. You did hurt me." Wang Zixu said.
Ning Chunyan smiled. She had a more personal communication with the little prince today, and now she was in a state of drifting, unable to be serious at all. She will be in this state for at least three days.
Of course, she would not know that she was deceived by Wang Zixu and the little prince working together.
Ning Chunyan said: "Okay, let me correct it. At the same time, for the sake of Wang Zixu's first place in the Xihe Literary Society, and for the smooth completion of my magazine, raise a glass!"
Ye Lan also raised his glass, glanced sideways at Wang Zixu, and said loudly: "For our company to prosper!"
"Cheers!"
Everyone said in unison.
At this point, Wang Zixu remembered a poem that Wang Xiaobo particularly admired: "The morning fog is rising, the fallen leaves are falling/Let us fill up the wine!"
Wang Zixu specially read this poem called "October Song", which is indeed good.
It’s October in golden autumn. For him, October has another meaning. October is generally the month when the Nobel Prize in Literature is awarded.
The morning fog is rising and the fallen leaves are falling
Let’s fill up the wine!
We want to plate these gray days with gold, plate with gold!
Autumn has indeed arrived, but please wait a little longer
Just wait a little longer
Spring is coming, the sky will be smiling
The world will be filled with the fragrance of violets!
The blue days are coming one after another
While it is not gone
My brave friends, we must
Have fun, have fun!
…
Autumn is here in a blink of an eye.
During this time, Wang Zixu was very busy. Busy studying, busy writing.
He was so busy that he rarely had time to go out and take a look. So when he went out one day and suddenly saw yellow leaves on the trees, he was stunned.
Holding a steaming cup of tea, he stamped his numb right foot, turned on his phone, and saw the words "Haruki Murakami runs with me again", and he immediately knew that it was October again.
He has 49 chances left.
(End of Volume 1)
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