Huangdao is not big. Standing on a slightly higher hillock, you can only see the boundless gray sea and sky in all directions.

There are not many residents on the island. It is said that there is only one production team with about ten families of fishermen living on the island. The scale is a production team, but the organization is a commune.

To be able to find such a small and isolated island with few people, the editorial board of "Yenjing Literature" had good intentions, but obviously the writers were extremely indignant at their behavior.

Whenever we have dinner, everyone inevitably gets together to criticize the shameless behavior of the editorial department.

Faced with everyone's dissatisfaction, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening could only pretend to be dumbfounded. After all, everyone was trapped in a circle, and they had to be given the freedom to complain, right?

This group of writers is also kind-hearted, and their complaints are their own. They feel that the editorial department has spent real money to invite everyone here, and it cannot be justified if they do not produce some works.

Fu Yonglin wouldn't let them go out, so they really didn't go out and stayed in the hotel all day long, immersed in writing.

Of course, PEN Club also has benefits.

Many writers hang out together day and night, and have enough time and energy to exchange their reading experiences, writing experiences and life insights. If they talk too much, they will always bring some insights to each other inadvertently.

When everyone was creating, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening acted as supervisors and chatters.

That evening, after dinner, Lin Chaoyang and Tao Yushu ran to the beach for a walk.

It’s the dog days of summer these days. It’s extremely hot during the day and gets cooler in the evening.

There are more than ten people in the PEN Club, but because Lin Chaoyang and the others are a couple, usually no one would walk with them even if they go out for a walk, for fear of disturbing their world.

In the evening of midsummer, the couple walked in the afterglow of the setting sun. The sand on Huangdao Beach was yellow, and the seawater overflowed and turned golden under the sunlight.

"Are you really not going to write something?" Tao Yushu asked.

Today is already the third day in Huangdao. While other writers are huddled in their rooms racking their brains for new works, Lin Chaoyang is living very casually and has no intention of writing at all.

"My novel has just been published in Yanjing Literature. If I write it to them, I can't stand it myself." Lin Chaoyang said easily.

Tao Yushu smiled when she heard this. She didn't want to urge her husband to write a novel, but she just felt that eating people is soft-spoken and short-handed.

"The black-hearted people in the editorial department are after your mentality. If you show your conscience to them, you will be fooled.

If you really write a nonsense novel for them now, do you think they will accept it?

So, don’t be fooled by the hypocrisy of these guys.”

Through the influence of many senior editors in the industry, Lin Chaoyang has reached a certain level of cultivation. He is no longer surprised by the methods of this group of people, and he has the composure to remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai.

The couple walked and chatted. After a while, the sun set into the sea and the vast sea sank into darkness.

The two returned to the hotel, and others also came back. Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening gathered everyone in the room to chat about ideas and inspire each other. This kind of thing has become a routine after dinner in recent days.

Most writers are talkative, but some people only talk when they encounter topics that interest them.

Everyone present was a colleague, and we had many common topics while chatting.

Wang Zengqi is the oldest among the writers and has the most experience. Naturally, he is the most talkative among them. He can always find different viewpoints on ordinary topics, making people feel mysterious about him unconsciously.

A sense of depth.

Fu Yonglin asked everyone to write something, and he wrote the fastest. In his words, "I have lived long enough and seen a lot. If I just pick out a paragraph, wouldn't it be a novel?"

Compared with Wang Zengqi's ease, others are not so relaxed.

Most of Li Tuo's thoughts now are on film theory research and criticism, and he has no intention of writing novels at all.

Cheng Zhongshi was the most nervous, because his creative style must be based on life, and he couldn't figure it out in a hurry.

There are several other people who have their own problems more or less.

Fu Yonglin led everyone to chat for a while and asked Lin Chaoyang: "What are Chaoyang's thoughts recently?"

"No. The novel has just been published and my brain hasn't recovered yet."

Lin Chaoyang answered very simply, leaving Fu Yonglin helpless.

Among the people present, except for Tao Yushu, Zhang Dening claimed to know Lin Chaoyang the best, and she would not believe Lin Chaoyang's lies.

She knew that Lin Chaoyang just didn't want to write.

"Chaoyang, you can talk about inspiration first. It doesn't necessarily have to be a mature idea, and it doesn't necessarily need to be written. It just needs to be drawn out.

There are so many of us, as long as you have some ideas and chat, you might be able to construct a complete story."

Zhang Dening knew that Lin Chaoyang was a stubborn donkey. He would not lead him away and would retreat if he was led. He had to be gently stroked.

After she said this, Lin Chaoyang could not keep silent, otherwise it would appear that he was deliberately resisting the "well-intentioned" efforts of his comrades in the editorial department.

He thought for a while before speaking.

"How did your editorial department come up with the idea of ​​holding a PEN conference in a place like Huangdao?"

His first sentence was not to talk about ideas and ideas, but to ask questions.

This question made Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening look a little embarrassed, while the others had subtle expressions, with a bit of happiness hidden on their faces.

"This... Huangdao has a quiet environment, which is very suitable for holding a pen conference." Fu Yonglin explained dryly.

Everyone thought that Lin Chaoyang asked this question on purpose. Listening to Fu Yonglin's words, they had the urge to laugh, but they had to hold it back.

Lin Chaoyang continued to say seriously: "Huangdao is such a closed island, if something happens, people outside may not know it, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was still smiling immediately felt a cold air coming from behind, and the eyes they looked at Lin Chaoyang were wrong.

"Don't talk nonsense. The editorial department came to you to hold a pen meeting, not to seek money or death." Zhang Dening said angrily.

She suspected that Lin Chaoyang was dissatisfied with the editorial department, so he deliberately said this to disturb the morale of the army.

"I didn't say that, why are you nervous?"

Lin Chaoyang's words left Zhang Dening speechless, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

He ignored Zhang Dening and continued: "An environment like Huangdao is naturally suitable as a place for stories with a strong sense of suspense. For example, I have an idea in my mind now..."

Lin Chaoyang's first few sentences worked very well as an introduction, making everyone curious about his story.

"Yan Shouzhong's father was once a fisherman. In his impression, if there was work on the fishing boats, his father would work as a hired hand. When there was no work, his father would go to the dock to unload the cargo.

At ten o'clock in the morning, my father came home. For a long time, he sat on a chair, staring at his hands, occasionally mumbling to himself, and his eyes became big and deep.

My father once took Yan Shouzhong to see those islands. At that time, he was still a little boy and could not help much on the fishing boat..."

Lin Chaoyang's tone was soft and slow, and he spoke eloquently, as if an old man was talking about what happened in the past.

But the mottled time is not warm. People always beautify the past, making those difficult and cruel memories look like photos framed.

As he told it, everyone gradually became immersed in the story, their whole bodies and minds attracted to the point that they completely ignored time.

"Yan Shouzhong said that people on this island can always create facts that are beneficial to themselves, thinking that as long as they are told enough times, those things will become true.

His words made Lei Ming angry, with veins on his head showing, as if he was planning to teach him a lesson at any time.

Yan Shouzhong didn't care, he continued:

They had a meeting tonight and Dr. Lee came to see me and he told me that I have never had a partner. If I asked you, he would probably say the same thing.

Lei Ming looked at the floor and said to him: I don't know what you are talking about, Officer Yan.

Yan Shouzhong and Lei Ming struggled for a long time, but they each insisted on their own opinions and neither could convince the other.

Finally, Lei Ming clasped his knees with both hands and looked at Yan Shuzhong with a painful expression. He whispered: You must leave here.

Yan Shouzhong said: I know.

Lei Ming shook his head: No, you don't know. You have no idea what is going on here. Leave here, forget everything here, and never look back.

Then tell me, what exactly happened here?"

Lin Chaoyang's voice stopped at this question. Everyone waited for a long time. Seeing that he still didn't speak, they hurriedly asked: "You should continue talking!"

"I haven't thought about the rest yet, what should I say?" Lin Chaoyang said slowly.

After listening to half of the story, Zhang Dening was scratched by his temptation and said: "You are lying! You told it in such detail, how dare you say that you haven't thought about what happened next?"

"That's right. I've never seen anyone who can talk about ideas more smoothly than you. You're not talking about ideas, you're clearly telling a story." Li Tuo also said dissatisfied.

After the two people expressed their opinions, others also protested against Lin Chaoyang's shameless break.

But no matter what everyone said, Lin Chaoyang just refused to continue talking, leaving everyone to say nothing.

"This guy is so boring!"

"It's going to be published anyway, why don't we listen first?"

Everyone denounced it and saw that Lin Chaoyang was unmoved. They were about to give up the struggle, but Wang Zengqi said to Fu Yonglin: "Yonglin, Chaoyang's story is of a good standard and makes people want to stop listening to it. Your editorial department cannot let this go."

A good story.”

After listening to Wang Zengqi's words, everyone started to encourage Fu Yonglin.

"Yes, the PEN Club has such a great opportunity, it would be a waste not to write this story out."

In fact, there was no need for them to instigate. After listening to Lin Chaoyang telling the beginning of the story, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening realized that if this story could be written into a novel, it would be wonderful. How could they give up such a good story?

What's more, this is a story told by Lin Chaoyang himself during the PEN Conference.

Fu Yonglin asked Lin Chaoyang, "Chaoyang, have you finished writing this story?"

"No, I haven't conceived it yet, how can I start writing it?"
To be continued...