Chapter 82 Fight Club
Chapter 82 Fight Club (Thanks to lonely silver alliance)
In addition to reading, watching movies is also a hobby of Wang Zixu. Just like reading almost all the works of Nobel Prize-winning writers, he has watched almost all the Oscar-nominated movies. He watches them eagerly.
If you ask him to recommend a "best" movie among so many great movies, I'm afraid he would find it difficult to choose; if you ask him to recommend a "favorite" movie, many options will pop up in his mind.
But if you ask him, suppose the earth is about to explode, and only one movie can be left and loaded into a rocket to drift into the universe, which one would you choose?
He would say without hesitation, I choose Fight Club. Rockets, please ignite quickly, it will be too late.
There is no particularly complicated psychological activity involved. For example, he can say without hesitation that the person he loves most is his wife; he can also answer honestly and frankly that Ning Chunyan is the most wonderful, moving and attractive woman he has ever seen.
But if the Ice Age comes again and all humans are frozen into ice sculptures, and he happens to have the only spot to survive, he will choose to give it to Chen Qingluo, even though Chen Qingluo may not remember who he is.
He didn't care if Chen Qingluo remembered him or not, or how she felt. He could die with anyone he knew. But he couldn't accept a world without Chen Qingluo alive.
Sometimes when he was so sad that he wanted to die, he would think, ah, there is "Fight Club" in this world, I can watch it whenever I want, it is really wonderful. So he didn't want to die. It's just like every time he remembered that Chen Qingluo was also living somewhere in this small world, he felt that this world still had a little warmth. That's how he loved "Fight Club". This is human emotion, which has nothing to do with literature or the eighth art, and it is always difficult to explain the reason.
He followed closely behind the little prince, who was wearing a dark windbreaker and a pair of dark brown suede boots, with the hem of his windbreaker fluttering in the air. He had a cigar in his mouth - or maybe a lollipop - and his face was deep and serious, as cool as Brad Pitt.
The protagonist in Fight Club (played by Edward Norton) also imagined a doppelganger of himself, named Tyler Durden (played by Brad Pitt). He collected fat extracted from women in plastic surgery hospitals to make soap and then sold it back to women. He was a lawless person. In fact, all these were done by the protagonist himself, but he didn't know it and thought he would never be as cool as Tyler Durden.
The difference between Wang Zixu and him is that Edward Norton doesn't know that Tyler Durden is himself, but Wang Zixu knows that the little prince is himself.
The Little Prince is him, and he is the Little Prince. The two are one and the same. The Little Prince is completely fictional, so he is what the Little Prince is. But the Little Prince can help him do some things he is not good at.
In his conception, the little prince is a very aggressive person. If he is not so aggressive, he will not be able to charm so many women. Therefore, the little prince's mode of action is to be able to control the overall situation at all times.
Wang Zixu can never control the situation, he only writes about a person who can control the overall situation in his novels. So, what if we change our minds and bring this person into reality?
Thus, the real world became Wang Zixu's novel. Wang Zixu's spiritual world and the real world merged with each other, and the little prince came back to life. At this time, he was standing majestically in the living room with his hands behind his back, looking around at the strange-looking reserve script writers lying flat on their backs, and said:
"Listen to me."
His voice was not loud, but it was steady, firm and powerful. People of all ages, genders, and races, all looked at him.
"Stand in a row in front of me while you listen to me," the little prince said. "Creating is no joke. What I am about to say will be of vital importance to your future."
Everyone felt that his aura was a little different, but they couldn't tell exactly where it was. People obediently walked up to him, whether they were men, women, or mechanical fire-breathing Godzillas, they all stood in a row, imitating him, with their hands behind their backs.
"This place is called the Wenmi Club," said the little prince. "The first rule of the Wenmi Club is that you are not allowed to talk about the Wenmi Club."
After he finished speaking, people looked at him in different ways. He immediately continued, "The second rule of the Wen Ai Club is: no discussion of the Wen Ai Club is allowed."
Sakura-chan stirred, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.
"The third rule of the Wen Ai Club is: Wen Ai Club has no names, only code names. I don't care if you are from Nanjing University or the University of Finance and Economics, male or female, or a fire-breathing mechanical Godzilla, it doesn't make sense here.
"In the Wen Ai Club, you will all become people without an identity, because a scriptwriter should be a person without an identity. Without an identity, you can become anyone. You must be tolerant of all beings in this world and embrace all rivers.
"The fourth rule of the Wenmi Club: When you come here, you must read. Reading is the most important thing in life. You must read at least 100,000 words of books on the bookshelf every day, and they must be books you have never read before.
"The fifth rule of Wen Ai Club: When you come here, you must create. You must create a qualified script of at least 4,000 words every day. You are not allowed to fool around or just do the job. You must pour out your soul and create the most satisfying crystallization at this moment.
“The sixth rule of Wenai Club: Everything I say is a rule. I do not allow any questioning regarding creation. Everything you create must first satisfy me and then satisfy the users.”
Wang Zixu stood aside, looking at the little prince with admiration in his eyes.
In fact, it was not the little prince who was standing there, but himself. He spoke all those words with his own mouth. But the words he spoke were not his own words. They just borrowed his mouth and came out of his mouth.
Everyone has a self, an id, and a superego. Now his ego is the Little Prince, and his superego is Prince Xu. He stands in the perspective of the superego, observing his self with great interest, as if he were watching a movie.
The little prince raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, then continued, "We have 20 days. From now on, we must strictly follow the daily schedule. I don't care about your previous lifestyle. Starting tomorrow, get up at 6:30 every day, go out for a morning run of 5 kilometers, then come back and read for an hour, and then start class. Start writing the script in the afternoon, review everyone's script in the evening, and put away your mobile phones at 1:10 in the evening and go to bed."
No one dared to protest. The little prince continued: "It's time for class now. Let's gather in the restaurant."
Cheng Xing's eyes became excited and excited. He followed first, and then the others followed. After everyone sat down at the dining table, Wang Zixu pushed the whiteboard over, on which some words were already written.
Before the class, Wang Zixu stretched out his hand in front of the poet and said, "You need to be quiet during class. Chewing gum is not allowed. Spit it out."
The poet lowered his head, and his pink tongue pushed the gum out, which fell into Wang Zixu's palm. This was not Wang Zixu's original intention, but he did not care. After throwing away the body of the gum, he wiped his hands and continued:
"This lesson is mainly about poetic language. The purpose is to tell you how to make every sentence poetic."
Cheng Xing took out a small notebook, and Xiao Ba also took out a tablet from his backpack. The poet looked left and right and found that he was the only one with empty hands.
Wang Zixu said: "It is more important to understand this lesson than to take notes. First of all, you should remember that there should be no boring nonsense. In other words, boring, meaningless words that cannot mobilize human emotions should not come out of your mouths."
The poet raised her hand. Wang Zixu nodded at her, and she said, "How about those transitional words? For example, when you just connect, the user greets you and asks if you have eaten. You can't just say 'I want to eat you' in a greasy way right away, right? Sometimes you just need to say some meaningless words."
Wang Zixu pointed his finger and said, "Good question. The purpose of not allowing you to say boring things is not to 'stop you from saying them', but to make boring things less boring. This requires making your sentences poetic."
“Can every sentence be poetic?”
"Every sentence is fine."
"I can not do it."
"This is why I teach you." Wang Zixu said, "Let me give you an example. What's your favorite fruit?"
The poet thought for a moment and said, "Banana."
Wang Zixu said: "First, try to use your first sentence to organize the language and express the information that 'you like bananas the most'."
The poet said: "My favorite fruit is banana."
"Yes." Wang Zixu was very satisfied. "The first principle of poetry is conflict. Why do you like bananas but not apples? There must be conflict in the sentence. This is a kind of contrast. In the process of contrast, the original sentence is torn apart and sublimated.
"For example, you could say, 'Of all the fruits, my favorite is banana.'"
The poet nodded. This sentence was obviously more interesting than the simple narration just now.
"The second principle of poeticization is defamiliarization," Wang Zixu said. "In a sentence, if you can avoid using words that are commonly used, don't use common collocations, such as 'all fruits', which is very common. Replace it with a synonym.
"So, the sentence should be changed to, 'Of all fruits, my favorite is banana.'"
Cheng Xing and Xiao Ba both opened their mouths wide, they felt that something magical was happening.
"The third principle of poetry is transcendence. First, come up with a reason why you love bananas the most."
The poet tilted his head: "Because... its skin is easier to peel?"
Wang Zixu said: "This is based on the properties of the object itself. I like to eat it because the skin is easy to peel. What is the difference between this reason and the boring reason of 'I like to eat it because it tastes good'? We must go beyond the original properties of the object and give an unexpected reason."
The poet said, "'Of all fruits, I like bananas best. Because the night I broke up with my first love, my mother bought me a bunch of bananas.' Is that right?"
Wang Zixu nodded: "Correct. Then we can talk about the fourth principle of poeticization, which is return. We cannot just transcend blindly, but must eventually return to reality, so as not to float too high. We must use down-to-earth reality and transcendent emotions to form a contrast.
“那么，这句话就变成了，'在一切水果中，我最喜欢吃的是香蕉。因为我和初恋分手的那个黄昏，我妈买了一挂香蕉。当她回到家发现一整挂香蕉皮时，我理所当然地被揍了一顿。从那之后，我便报复性地爱上了香蕉。因为它们的皮实在太好剥了'……”
The poet sat there expressionlessly, with his hands between his legs. He seemed to have no reaction, but there was obviously more light in his eyes.
Yingjiang and the believer looked at each other. They both saw shock in each other's eyes. They suddenly had an epiphany that perhaps choosing to come here would be the best decision in their lives.
Ye Lan leaned against the restaurant door, with her arms folded across her chest, a mysterious smile on her face, listening quietly to Wang Zixu's lecture.
She quietly released her feet from her high heels, bent her toes, and relieved the pressure on her arches. Her snow-white toes squirmed in her black stockings, looking very mysterious.
Wang Zixu had his own unique charm when he was teaching, and he didn't look like a 30-year-old married middle-aged coward at all. So she didn't have the heart to interrupt him.
However, she had to remind him after class that the data on the Wenmi app had not increased at all today, and even dropped a little. He was getting further and further away from his goal.
On a personal level, maybe she's changed for the better with him, but on a business level, she's not going to change.
(End of this chapter)