Chapter 60 The Origin of Species
Chapter 60 The Origin of Species (Thanks to the leader lonely)
The Little Prince: [Since your ears are red for me, please don't let my name show on your face again. If people knew that a noble, decent and elegant literary girl like you was polluted by me, I would be dragged out and hung on a telephone pole.]
Qiuge chuckled: [What era is this? It's not the same as before. Telegraph poles are no longer used that way.]
The Little Prince: [I am still afraid. That era has passed, but the telephone poles in people's hearts are still alive. In this era, don't be elegant. If you are vulgar and lawless, people will not care about you. If you are famous for your elegance, people will hold you to the standards of a saint, and you will be hung on a telephone pole if you are not careful.]
Qiu Ge: [Meanness is the passport of mean people, and nobility is the epitaph of noble people. It has always been like this.]
The Little Prince: [It has always been like this.]
Qiu Ge: [But don't worry, if you are hung up, I will definitely be hung next to you. With a beautiful woman like me as your companion, you can rest in peace.]
The Little Prince: [There is a thief next to Jesus, and there is a gangster next to the beauty. Well, they are a good match.]
Qiuge: [They are a good match. ]
The Little Prince: What meeting are you in?
Qiuge: [I am giving a lecture to a group of online writers. I am teaching them how to create characters. But I don’t think they need it at all.]
The Little Prince: [Why not?]
Qiuge: [Because online writing only requires emotion and speed. Online writing is not about meticulous craftsmanship. Even a fool can make money by writing 20,000 words a day.]
The little prince said: [Then why do you have to give them lessons? ]
Qiuge: [I don’t know, it’s the leader’s arrangement. Maybe the leader thinks they need some cultural influence. Anyway, I feel that they look at me as if I’m a fool.]
The Little Prince: [That’s really too much.]
Qiuge: [It’s okay. I also treat them as fools. We are even now.]
Wang Zixu raised his head. A gust of wind swept by, and the fallen leaves on the ground rustled. The heat in his heart dissipated a little. In the distance where the sun was fierce, the heat was still distorting his vision. He saw an old man in a sweatshirt walking under the heat wave, like a small dot.
In this small world, everyone is striving for recognition, but they are unwilling to recognize others, so everyone lives so hard. In fact, whether you lie down or stand up, it is your whole life, and there is no need to point fingers at other people's way of life.
Wang Zixu thought: My thinking is almost saintly.
The Little Prince: [About 92 percent of writers think they are the only ones who are right, and that all other writers are terribly wrong and not very good. So you don’t have to blame yourself.]
Qiuge: [Why do you have such detailed data? ]
The Little Prince: [This is what Haruki Murakami said. Maybe he is talking nonsense.]
Qiuge: [Okay.]
The Little Prince: [I would like to hear how Teacher Qiuge teaches.]
Qiuge: [Okay! Now it's my turn to teach you a lesson! ]
Qiu Ge told him that her best way to create characters was through contrast.
The beautiful ones make her vicious at heart, while the ugly ones make her noble in soul - this kind of classical contrast is outdated, and Hugo has used it to death. Her contrast goes a step further.
Those who charge at the forefront will be spat on behind, those who fight all their lives will die of poverty, illness and old age; those who are romantic and enthusiastic will suffer betrayal, those who are devoted to the truth will have their ideals shattered; those who have everything can have more, and those who have nothing will always have nothing; revolutionaries fall on the eve of victory, and rebels end up living a mediocre life.
After listening to it, Wang Zixu said, "It's good, but it's too heroic and lacks compassion."
Qiuge was a little unconvinced and said, "Then how do you create characters, my little prince teacher?"
Wang Zixu said, write closely according to the characters.
Qiuge smiled and said, this is the same as what my high school Chinese teacher said.
Wang Zixu said, that means your high school Chinese teacher is not bad. When I say write closely to the character, I mean to do it to the extreme. You will completely become that character, not playing with his life as God, but immersing yourself in his perspective to observe the whole world.
When you do it to the extreme, you can even feel that this person is by your side, his every move, his smile, lifelike. He will react to your every action, and what he says seems to really condense his entire life experience.
Qiu Ge was fascinated by what he heard, but also a little worried: "Won't this cause schizophrenia?"
"You've heard of Darwin, right?" Wang Zixu said, "Humans have countless evolutionary branches in their long history of evolution, and the genes of these ancestors are all lurking in human genes. Therefore, humans, as advanced animals, are the most flexible and changeable. Humans should be able to become any creature, and can also become anyone."
Qiu Ge said: "You are so crazy that it's fascinating."
Wang Zixu said some sweet words to her, which made Qiuge intoxicated, crazy and happy. Wang Zixu didn't like to tease her. She spent a lot of money to open the bill. Collecting money from people and helping them get rid of disasters is Wang Zixu's service spirit.
Before he knew it, it was the time for the appointment with Lin Feng. Wang Zixu said goodbye to Qiu Ge, got up and went to "Xinrongji", where he soon met Lin Feng.
He sat outside for more than an hour, his face was sunburned. Lin Feng greeted him, asked about the morning, and went with him to the Cultural Association. "Actually, you still have to be a little shameless in the system," Lin Feng said, "The more shameless you are, the more you can get ahead, and you will have face if you get ahead. The more you want to be proud, the less face you will have, and in the end, only you will feel you have face, and everyone else will think you are shameless."
Wang Zixu nodded: "I have experienced this a long time ago. However, I think that way of living is not cool."
Lin Feng laughed: "I really envy you for your scholarly spirit. I have been bent over by life. But don't quit your job!"
Wang Zixu said: "I have no plans to resign for the time being."
Raymond Lam said, "Why would you quit? You can just do some creative work while getting paid, that's great. Do you think the people you talked about today are indifferent? They have to save face, but do you think they will quit? No. If they don't quit, but you, who speaks out for justice, quit, then this world is really weird."
Wang Zixu nodded: "I really cared too much about what others thought of me before."
Lin Feng whispered, "Besides, the management is not that strict. You can do a side job and make a little money. The work is easy. Many people will envy you. You can't make yourself suffer when you are alive."
Wang Zixu nodded: "Thank you, Brother Lin. I have thought it through now."
The two arrived at the Literary Association. Lin Feng quickly went upstairs and walked through an old-fashioned corridor. They came to a door with a sign that read "Editorial Department of Xihe Literature and Art" and pushed it open.
"Check! Hahahaha..."
There was a pleasant voice coming from the other side of the door. There were two big butts sitting on the table. Of course, Wang Zixu could only see one of them. Facing him was a gentle boy wearing glasses, and the man with his back to him had sparse hair. After seeing the two of them come in, the gentle boy with glasses patted the half-bald man on the shoulder, and the two of them put away the chessboard tacitly.
"Hey, Mr. Lin!" The half-bald man jumped off the table and walked over, smiling. "What a rare guest! What brings you here?"
"Wooden rain forest wind."
Lin Feng told a very funny joke, and Wang Zixu was frightened.
The half-bald man laughed and said, "It's almost time to get off work, let's have some fun. This new guy Xiao Ai."
Raymond Lam said: "It's okay, Lao Chen, I have always been very clear about your work style and I admire it."
The gentle boy with glasses next to him said quickly, "I'll go get some water," and then slipped away.
Lin Feng introduced Wang Zixu: "This is Lao Chen, the only designated editor of Xihe Literature and Art, Chen Qiaosheng."
Chen Qiaosheng waved his hand: "I'm not the only editor now. Isn't Xiao Ai here?"
Lin Feng added: "This is my friend Wang Zixu. He is very talented. I came here this time just to ask him about something."
Chen Qiaosheng's face changed. Lin Feng tried to tactfully explain that Wang Zixu's submission was not accepted. Chen Qiaosheng scratched his head and said:
"Are you sure you didn't reject the manuscript?"
Wang Zixu shook his head.
Chen Qiaosheng said: "If the manuscript is not rejected, it has been approved."
Wang Zixu said: "But my article was not published either."
Chen Qiaosheng glanced at him and walked over to a table. On the table were several newspapers, bulging like a small hill, with no idea what was on them.
He reached out and lifted the newspaper, which fell to the ground, revealing the contents of the table, piles upon piles of manuscript paper.
Chen Qiaosheng tapped one of the piles and said, "This one has passed the queue."
Chen Qiaosheng slapped another pile and said, "I haven't had time to look at this one yet. It's still under review."
Wang Zixu looked up and saw that the two piles of manuscript paper were equally tall, and the number was awe-inspiring.
Chen Qiaosheng said, "If nothing goes wrong, your manuscript is in these two piles. Go find it yourself."
Wang Zixu and Lin Feng looked at each other and felt that it was easier to move a mountain than to move the manuscript.
Chen Qiaosheng said, "You can carry them to the ground and turn them over, just don't mix up the two piles."
Wang Zixu sighed, and suddenly, he saw a calf sticking out from the office door like a scabbard.
Her calves were well-proportioned and strong, and she was wearing a pair of lake blue high-heeled shoes with long, pointed heels. The instep was snow-white, and the shape of the blood vessels looked quite familiar to Wang Zixu.
Perhaps she noticed Wang Zixu's gaze, the woman hiding outside the door no longer hid, turned around and jumped out, with her hands behind her back, full of youth.
"Hey! The married one! What a coincidence! I actually ran into him here!"
Wang Zixu saw Ning Chunyan’s smiling face.
(End of this chapter)