The novel "The Wasted City" is Lao Jia's masterpiece. How can I put it, the work is famous enough, has far-reaching influence, is very popular in the market, and has won many awards abroad. He is a little moved.
But he later denied it.
Because the content of this book was so exciting, many people bought it as a pornographic book.
You have to know that he is only 17 years old now. How would others feel about writing such a book with rich experience?
Well, he doesn't really care about any of this.
Whether it is domestic history or foreign literary circles, there have been countless monsters throughout the ages, and there is no shortage of geniuses.
So, can't he be a genius?
The 26-year-old Wang Bo can write such an eternal classic as "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion". In theory, he can certainly do it. No one can define the name of "genius".
But he was mainly worried about Chen Zijin.
If he becomes famous all over the world for writing "The Wasted City", then the past events of this girl and himself will definitely be dug up by those reporters who have no access to them.
Now that I am powerless, I cannot suppress such breaking news.
If the reporter then pursues him and asks: Mr. Li, have you slept with Chen Zijing?
So how should he answer?
Been there?
No.
none of your business!
Which of these three answers does he choose?
Whether he answers or not?
will inevitably cause a second harm to Chen Zijin.
In order to gain eyeballs, those unscrupulous media might have attributed various action descriptions in the book to Chen Zijing, thinking that he had gained practical experience and inspiration from this girl.
In an era when reputation was still very important, Chen Zijin managed to escape from the whirlpool of public opinion in Shangwan Village. He had already harmed her once when he was young and ignorant.
You can't hurt her again after you are reborn.
"Abandoned City" was abandoned, and his attention later shifted to "Sea of ​​Life" and "Alive".
Both novels are good and he likes them both. He read them at least five times in his previous life.
Especially the book "Alive" that is placed on the bedside table. It is not too much to read it ten times. He can still remember all the details and contents in the book.
Both books are my favorites, it’s really hard to choose.
It was a matter of choosing who would be unlucky, and he couldn't bear it. After all, he had loved these two writers before.
He even started asking whether his ancestors had any conflicts with the people named Yu and Mai.
But the result is obvious. My ancestors were all farmers. I finally became an official, Comrade Li Jianguo, but before I could hold my breath, I became an old farmer again.
With his mother's family background, he couldn't fight with others for eight lifetimes, so where's the conflict?
After thinking about it and weighing it for a long time, Li Heng finally made a difficult decision to write "Alive".
It is said that art comes from life and is higher than life. No matter how outrageous, the content of the work is not completely linked to one's own growth trajectory, but it has to be close to each other, right?
Seven years of civil service career has turned him into a relatively strict-thinking person. He allows himself to have loopholes, but not too many.
Otherwise, no one is a fool, and there will be too many flaws in one’s own body that will be discovered one day by someone who is interested.
Even if a loophole is discovered, there is nothing the other party can do to him, but it is always troublesome, isn't it?
And he happens to be a troublesome person.
In his previous life, he had read a report. The author Yu Hua wrote "Alive" because he heard an American folk song "Old Negro".
The old black slave in the song has experienced a life of hardship and suffering, and his family has passed away before him, but he still treats the world in a friendly manner without a word of complaint.
What a coincidence, Comrade Li Jianguo has a tape collection of this song.
Although the tape was pirated, he had listened to it many times, which was the best excuse.
Furthermore, the entire book "Alive" tells the tragic life of Xu Fugui. This prototype has almost disappeared in later generations, but it is not difficult to find these days.
The second uncle of my family is a more suitable writing target.
In the old days, the second uncle was originally a young landowner who did all kinds of immoral things, such as playing cards, gambling, and taking concubines.
But after experiencing the baptism of war and the torrent of humanity, he finally ended up with his family destroyed and his wife separated. Now he has become a well-known five-guarantee household.
Even so, he still lives tenaciously, drinking some wine or fishing in the river every day. Li Heng learned his fishing skills from him since he was a child.
The song "Old Black Slave" is added with two uncles, oh! The writing elements are complete, it's great.
Just ask Yu Hua, are you panic?
While Li Heng was lighting a kerosene lamp and writing furiously, Yu Hua, who was far away in the capital to attend a literature workshop at the Lu Xun Institute of Literature, felt dizzy, fell to the ground and almost fainted.
The floor is hard and it hurts from falling.
Holding his butt and getting up, Yu Hua raised his head and looked at the dark night sky. He suddenly felt a little flustered for no reason, as if something extremely important was leaving him at this moment.
Early the next morning, Yu Hua, who had not slept well all night, was passing by a roadside stall and on a whim asked a blind man to calculate his horoscope.
As a result, the blind man told him: You have encountered an evil star and your fortune has been taken away.
Yu Hua was startled and hurriedly asked if there was a solution?
The blind man twirled his fingers and asked for money!
Yu Hua reached into his pocket, turned around and ran away secretly.
…
Although Li Heng is lazy and likes to take a break on weekdays, once he makes up his mind, he will immediately become a different person with very strong mobility.
He unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle, dipped the tip of the pen into it, and gently squeezed the belly of the pen with his thumb and forefinger, instantly absorbing the ink.
I found a new notebook, spread it out, and was about to write, when I found that the opposite door was still beating gongs and drums to perform rituals. It was so noisy that I couldn't gather my energy even after trying several times.
Fortunately, the learning environment in rural areas has always been relatively harsh. He has been used to it since he was a child, and he is not so impatient that he wants to curse.
He put down the pen, took a few deep breaths, then slowly closed his eyes and began to prepare for writing.
It is said that sharpening the knife will not waste time chopping wood. No, about ten minutes later, Li Heng opened his eyes again. At this time, he completely blocked out the noise outside and was immersed in his own world.
This night, he wrote 5,000 words by hand using a grid-climbing method. He wrote from 6:30 to 12:00, and his wrists were a little sore.
If Li Yan hadn't suddenly arrived and interrupted his writing train of thought, he wouldn't have realized it was late at night and he could still be writing.
Li Heng turned his head depressed, "Sister, why are you here at this hour?"
Li Yan brought a large bowl of steamed noodles to him and said happily: "Brother, eat quickly, I took it back secretly, no one saw it.
Look, these are mutton dumplings, and these are beef dumplings. They are so delicious. I just ate three bowls."
Hearing the word "secretly", Li Heng couldn't laugh or cry. The eldest sister also knew that the Chen and Li families were in conflict.
So why don't you rush to watch the fun?
But he doesn't blame her for wanting to go back to his hometown. In his eyes, as long as the eldest sister is happy, everything is up to her.
Li Heng said: "My stomach is still full. Sister, please bring the noodles to the second sister. She has a larger appetite than me and will easily be hungry at night."
Speaking of her second sister, Li Yan suddenly felt aggrieved, "I gave it to her just now, but she didn't eat it and scolded me for being spineless."
Li Heng was stunned and a little silent.
This is really the second sister's behavior. She would rather starve to death than eat food from her enemies. At this point, he was deeply influenced by this sister.
Li Yan urged again: "Brother, eat quickly, the noodles will be burnt and it won't taste good."
"Oh, okay."
Li Heng said yes, but moved his face to the side and said to the eldest sister:
"I'm writing a composition and I'll finish it soon. I'll eat after I finish. It's getting late. Sister, please go back to bed first."
The eldest sister's educational level was not high. When she was in the second grade, she was demoted to three classes in a row. Then, under the ridicule of her peers, she felt inferior and stopped going to school.
Therefore, she couldn't understand what Li Heng was writing at all. She only felt that the page was full of regular pen calligraphy, which was very impressive.
Both of her parents were educated people, but she herself could not read a few Chinese characters and was almost illiterate. Li Yan was very envious of and respected people who read.
When his brother said this, he immediately exited the room obediently, doing so quietly, for fear of delaying his reading and writing.
After being disturbed by the elder sister, Li Heng felt a little tight in his chest and suddenly lost his writing state.
Lying on the old desk, I looked through the window lattice at the Chen's house across the street. People eating noodles were coming and going, shouting, and it was very lively.
The familiar scenes outside couldn't help but bring back many memories from the past. There was a time when he was also a frequent visitor to the Chen family. Every time he went there, Chen Zijin and Chen Zitong would stick to their buttocks and scream like brothers.
But now...
When we met again, Chen Zitong's face was full of strangeness, things were different and people were different.
Just when he was lost in childhood memories, his wandering eyes accidentally landed on the corner of the second-floor window opposite.
His eyes narrowed and he met the eyes of this girl Chen Zitong.
I don’t know when she appeared, but it was obvious that she saw the noodles on the table.
Chen Zitong, who looked at each other for three seconds with no expression on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and the curtain quickly closed with a whoosh.
Yes, people don't like me very much. This bowl of noodles can't explain it clearly.
Chapter completed!