Chapter 70 Passing by your world
Chapter 70 Passing by your world
The two of them had been unable to get a word in just now, and Lin Feng's tongue was bitter in his mouth. Now that he was chatting with Wang Zixu, he didn't want to let him go, and said:
"Brother, I was actually thinking about your piece 'Wild Grass'. It's really well written."
Wang Zixu said, "You are over-praised."
Raymond Lam said: "I didn't feel anything when I read it at the time, I just felt it was heavy and heart-wrenching. To tell you the truth, I didn't like it when I first read it, and I had the urge to put it down several times. Because you wrote it too realistically. The misfortunes of middle-aged marriages and the disappearance of love are too real and heavy. But now when I think back on it, the bitterness has begun to turn sweet."
Wang Zixu was very happy to be praised, and couldn't help but smile: "I just want to write it more tragically, so that it will have a stronger impact."
"Too strong. So too bitter." Lin Feng said, "When you wrote this, did you draw a lot from real life?"
Wang Zixu said: "No."
Actually, there was. But out of protection for his wife, he couldn't admit it.
The transformation of the wife's image in the novel is very heartbreaking, and if you put yourself in the protagonist's shoes, you will feel a serious sense of oppression, which will breed aversion to the image of the wife.
He considered that after the novel was published, it would be read by people he knew. If people intentionally or unintentionally linked his wife with the wife in the novel, they would definitely criticize his wife. This was something he absolutely did not want to see.
Raymond Lam said: "In fact, when I see your wife in your novel, I can think of my own wife countless times. Alas, it's not her fault, it's just that she has a hard time expressing her pain."
The prince raised his glass in vain: "Marriage is like this. It is not only the union of two people, nor is it only the union of two families, but also the lifelong bond between two people. There is a more tragic content deep inside this system. Come, let's go."
Raymond Lam said, "Let one go. No need to say more, we are all men, we all understand."
After they finished drinking, they noticed Xie Cong turned around and looked at them: "Why are you two doing this by yourselves? Come on, come on, join us."
Lin Feng and Wang Zixu raised their glasses again, feeling a little embarrassed for their behavior of being isolated from the table.
Xie Cong held Wang Zixu's shoulders and said, "In fact, I admire this classmate of mine the most. I feel at ease every time I see him. Can you guess why?"
The people around him asked why in a joking manner, and Wang Zixu also looked at him curiously.
Xie Cong said: "When we were in high school, we talked about our ideals and ambitions. We talked about which university we wanted to apply to. Guess what Comrade Wang Zixu said?"
Someone nearby asked, "What did Wang Zixu say?" Xie Cong smiled and said, "He said that he would live differently from everyone else."
Director Yang stroked his face with his right hand and frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
Xie Cong said: "It's just different!"
No one spoke at the table, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Xie Cong patted Wang Zixu hard and said:
"Anyway, seeing that you are still holding on to the literary front and protecting the bottom line of writers, I feel very moved and relieved, really."
Wang Zixu smiled awkwardly: "To put it bluntly, isn't it just poverty?"
There was a burst of laughter at the table, and a man next to him clapped loudly and said with a smile: "Xie Cong, I understand what you mean. You are such an interesting friend!"
Wang Zixu said: "The bottom line for a scholar should not be poverty."
Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out by the laughter and no one heard him.
Someone at the table said, "The upper limit of a writer should not be to please everyone."
The prince looked over and saw a white man with thick lips and glasses sitting among the people. He had a table cloth around his neck and was holding a glass full of beer in his hand, greeting him.
It was Jean-Paul Sartre. This old man had somehow come to the table and made the beer taste like wine.
Wang Zixu felt that he must have lost his mind, so he decided to ignore Sartre. No matter how Sartre teased him, he would not say anything. Although he felt a strong aggressiveness and competitive tendency in Xie Cong, he did not intend to fight back. He had offended too many people recently.
"Beauvoir is a good woman." This was the last sentence Wang Zixu said at the table.
"Ah?" Lin Feng turned to look at him. Only Lin Feng heard it.
... "I think your conclusion is a bit hasty, and your arguments are all messed up. You just said that people like Ai Shanggao may get married early. You didn't even listen to my argument."
Ning Chunyan spoke a lot in one breath, his tone was calm and his emotions were full. After Chen Qingluo heard it, she showed an expression of "what can you do to me?"
"I don't guarantee that my conclusion is correct. I am just giving a judgment from a professional's perspective with a nearly 80% accuracy rate. It's up to you whether you choose to believe it or not."
She walked around the room barefoot, making a "click-click" sound. The tone of her voice made Ning Chunyan feel very bad, like a real scumbag.
Ning Chunyan said: "Qingluo, this matter is really important to me. Please take it seriously."
Chen Qingluo said: "What's important is your current emotions, every minute and every second of suffering. Looking from the end, life has no meaning. What's meaningful is only this moment."
Ning Chunyan said, "You understand. But you have never been in love before, so it's easy for you to say it. When it's your turn, you will be more confused than me."
Chen Qingluo stroked her chest gently: "Who said I've never been in love?"
"Have you ever been in love?"
"Of course. For someone with such a high love quotient like me, it's just an accident that I'm not married."
"Sorry, I didn't realize you loved Shanggao."
Chen Qingluo thought that she might be very curious about her love experience (in fact, Ning Chunyan was not curious at all), so she said in an emotional tone:
"It was a summer. I was 17 years old that year, and he was also 17 years old."
"Wait a moment," Ning Chunyan said, "Is your story long?"
"I won't know if it's long or not until I'm done talking."
"Just tell me how long you talked."
"I don't know. We only knew each other for a few months, and then we parted ways."
"Okay, go ahead."
Then Ning Chunyan realized that he had been cheated.
Chen Qingluo's first love, which was as short as morning dew, really had no weight in time. It was nothing more than the throbbing of adolescence, and it should be possible to describe everything about it in a few words. However, she added a lot of her own psychological activities and side descriptions, and the endless behavioral analysis turned a micro-novel into a novella.
After half an hour, Ning Chunyan finally figured out that she and her so-called first love had never confessed their love to each other, and there was no solid evidence that the other party liked her. The reason why Chen Qingluo was sure that they were in love was just "Who wouldn't like me?"
This lower-level woman.
"It's over. You've wasted all my time." Ning Chunyan said, "I haven't finished copying the manuscript, and I haven't figured out the little prince's affairs. I just listened to your irrelevant love history."
Chen Qingluo's face darkened: "After all, people's joys and sorrows are different. What is a big deal to me is just a trivial matter to you."
"Don't look down. Does your first love know that you two are in love?" Ning Chunyan said, "Why don't you come out and talk to you in person? My phone is out of battery."
"I told you I didn't want anyone to know I was back."
"Then wear a mask."
The two women went out to meet at 50: p.m., when it was already completely dark and the chances of being spotted were slim. They agreed to meet at the crossroads, which was only meters away from the "old village chief".
Wang Zixu's party had just ended, and Xie Cong said he wanted to go play bridge with the others, so they parted ways. When Chen Qingluo appeared at the intersection wrapped in a windbreaker, Wang Zixu had just passed by, less than two minutes later.
But neither of them saw each other, and under the cover of night, they missed each other at the same intersection.
Humans are not four-dimensional bugs and cannot move freely on the timeline, so humans will never find out what they have missed. This is the only thing the Creator should be grateful for.
(End of this chapter)