Chapter 39
Chapter 39
"My opinion is that it's stuck in between pornographic and serious. I don't know why so many people are praising it, and I don't know who would like to read it. I see that everyone is praising the writing style, but I don't feel anything after reading it. As for literary quality, 10,000 people have 10,000 opinions, and there's nothing to discuss."
Cheng Xing typed on the keyboard: "People who don't understand literature do have 10,000 different opinions. Just like people who don't understand science can give 10,000 explanations for the setting of the sun. As for you not feeling that the writing is good, that's normal because you don't understand literature. You don't actually need to butt in on every topic you don't understand. I don't care, the main thing is that you'll become a clown."
When Ning Chunyan sent a message to Cheng Xing, Cheng Xing was having a passionate conversation with someone on the Red Pepper forum, with a hand speed of 4500 per hour.
Hongjiao is a comprehensive Internet community whose user base is mainly college students and white-collar workers. It has a strong literary and artistic atmosphere and often produces eye-opening posts, making it famous for a while.
The past history constitutes the cultural heritage of this community. Many popular bestsellers and future young authors came from here, including Cheng Xing. This forum is Cheng Xing's main battlefield, and he has 120,000 followers here.
After getting all the scripts of the Little Prince uprooting the baobab tree from Ye Lan, he carefully sorted them out, built up the context, and put them on Red Pepper in the form of a collection of short stories, and named it "40 Love Letters from the Little Prince to the World", and specially marked it "Published on behalf of the Little Prince".
After its release, it became a little popular for a short time, and then stayed around 50th on the trend list for the next two days.
This is in line with the general trend of communication, which is to become popular in a small range first, accumulate word of mouth, and then expand the circle and go global.
But Cheng Xing was not satisfied. He was anxious.
Cheng Xing risked his life and did this with a Prometheus mentality. He didn't want a long-term plan, he only wanted to seize the day.
Therefore, he invited all the seniors in the group to take a look and give some comments in the name of asking for their advice, hoping to take the opportunity to see if he could get their friendly promotion.
Who would have thought that a brick falling into the lake would cause such a stir? What was that brick? It was a neutron star the size of a brick. The group was almost torn apart by the noise.
But Cheng Xing was not ashamed, but proud of it. Even these big guys could argue like this for the little prince. Doesn't this just show the little prince's strength? Doesn't this indirectly prove his own vision?
Ning Chunyan hit him, and he sent Ning Chunyan the Red Pepper link, skipped the app part, briefly talked about the little prince uprooting the baobab tree, and then went to the forum to confront him.
Little prince? Ning Chunyan was puzzled. But Cheng Xing didn't explain.
It was late at night, and outside the window there was the sound of water drops falling on the awning. It was April, and some people were already turning on the air conditioner.
Ning Chunyan yawned and looked at the time. It was 9:30 in the evening. She had just been eating melon for half an hour and hadn't made any progress on the paper. She was still calm.
The old guys in the group were still arguing. She admired their perseverance. People who engage in literature are all very persistent, otherwise they would not be able to write a million-word work.
She just lacks this energy, so she can only write short stories and be a literary idiot. As for novels... she is not strong enough and cannot stand loneliness, so she declines!
Ning Chunyan stood up and stretched for a while, then poured himself a glass of water. When he passed by the door of the master bedroom, he heard a TV series playing on the TV. His mother and father were talking loudly, and the sound coming through the door was like the moon covered by a layer of light clouds, hazy.
Sitting back in front of the computer, she continued to browse the web page that Cheng Xing had just sent her.
At the beginning, she saw a lengthy statement:
[After two years of writing, I was lucky enough to publish a small book and have some readers. I have a little fame.]
[I don’t want this little fame anyway. I want to do something that transcends fame, wealth, honor and disgrace.]
[Just because I saw the light of literature that day. I want to pass this light on to the world, not only to let it illuminate me, but also to illuminate more people.]
Ning Chunyan felt a little sleepy as he watched.
Although this kind of introduction feels fresh, it is a European novel technique that was popular only a hundred years ago. Nowadays, even the most traditional writers do not like to add such mysterious "wedges" or "introductions" to the beginning. This will destroy the reading expectations.
She was not in a hurry to finish her paper. As long as she could improve one word before 12 o'clock, she would be considered to have made a breakthrough. So she did not skip and continued to read: [Note that this is not a literary rhetoric, nor is it my attempt to be mysterious.]
[The author of this collection, Mr. Little Prince Pulling Up the Baobab Tree, is unwilling to reveal his identity, and for some reason, he cannot publish his work.]
[But after seeing these works, I feel that I have an obligation to let the world see such works and let people know about him.]
[I don’t want Kafka’s tragedy to happen again on Earth. Even if Kafka himself doesn’t want it, I want him to be famous while he’s still alive.]
The Little Prince uproots a baobab tree?
Kafka?
Ning Chunyan narrowed his eyes, scrolled to the first chapter, and started reading casually.
After reading just one sentence, her body stiffened and she stood up suddenly.
Ning Chunyan took out her phone and turned on the screen, which remained on the screen before exiting the app - the homepage of the app. This was exactly her goal.
She opened a page and flipped through it frantically. After a few minutes, she finally found the scene she wanted to see. The dialogue where her finger rested was exactly the same as what she was seeing now.
"You know yourself, you know you have the most perfect body a 23-year-old woman can have. You know no man can refuse it. Not even me. Li Bai's moon is three-tenths of sword energy, three-tenths of prosperity, and three-tenths of homesickness. You don't know that the moon in my world has long been made up of only you."
Ning Chunyan raised her head, feeling a little suffocated, and a very unpleasant thought emerged in her mind. She felt like crying and felt very helpless.
She knew that others might think this was nothing special, but she felt like she had fallen into an abyss without boundaries. This was because she finally experienced an emotion she had never experienced before in her life. This made her feel that she had no control over her own destiny.
She found that she seemed to be in love. And she had fallen into this sweet trap several months before she found out. She was not sure. She had to wait and see.
She typed in Cheng Xing's input box: [What is your relationship with the app? ]
But she didn't send it. After thinking for a long time, she silently deleted the line.
With her identity, she couldn’t let others know, “So you play too.”
She opened the app and ordered a recently completed order. The speech therapist came online soon.
Yingchan: [You missed me so soon, little beauty? ]
Ning Chunyan ignored him and directly forwarded the link that Cheng Xing had just sent her.
Ning Chunyan: [Explain, what's going on? ]
What greeted her was a long silence. If the speech therapist didn't respond within three minutes, she could cancel the call without liability. This silence told her that the other party was completely confused.
Ning Chunyan said: [If you can’t explain it, I will order ten orders and ask them one by one.]
There was finally a reply from the other side.
[Sister, we can explain it. Please add our operation contact information. Please spare me! I am just a typist! ]
(End of this chapter)