Chapter 206 Half a Sheet of Paper

Chapter 206 Half a Sheet of Paper

Chapter 206 Half a Sheet of Paper

The last moving truck had left; the young tenant was still wandering around the empty house, looking to see if anything had been missed.

No, nothing is missing, nothing more.

Wang Zixu took one last look at his collection of books, then closed the study door tightly and locked it with a key.

"I'm leaving first." Ye Lan said to Wang Zixu, "My sister's car is downstairs."

Wang Zixu nodded: "Okay. I'll lock the door."

In just a few months, Wang Zixu had to move again, this time because he was short of money.

After deciding to take a gamble with Zuo Ziliang, the two did some calculations and came to the conclusion that even if they used the provident fund to pay off the mortgage every month, it would still be too extravagant.

If the whole house is rented out, it can be rented for more than 1 yuan, which is just enough to cover the loan, and the two of them can rent a cheaper house elsewhere.

It sounds absurd, but mathematically speaking, it actually makes more sense.

Wang Zixu found a one-bedroom low-rent apartment that could only accommodate one person, had no kitchen, but had a separate bathroom; Ye Lan decided to stay with her biological sister.

As a result, the two will temporarily part ways.

"We will come back, right?" Ye Lan asked, with his hands behind his back, head tilted, and blinked at him.

"We will be back." Prince Xu had a blank expression on his face, holding a copy of Marguerite Duras's "The Lover" in his hand, and answered firmly.

The word "we" is so wonderful. It sounds like it means that as long as we are together, no difficulties can stop us.

Ye Lan looked back at the room for the last time, with reluctance in her eyes. Then she resolutely picked up her luggage, went out, stood at the door, and waved goodbye to him.

"Goodbye, Wang Zixu."

"Goodbye."

"Hey."

Ye Lan called him again. Wang Zixu turned around and saw her standing like a girl, with her hands behind her back.

"To be honest, I was a little nervous before I moved in. But we've been living together for so long, and you haven't done anything obscene. You're really a good Chinese roommate."

"Yes, because my dream is to be a good roommate in China."

"Goodbye."

Ye Lan said goodbye to her good Chinese roommate for the last time. Wang Zixu turned off the lights, and echoing footsteps were heard in the empty room.

Looking back at the room, they tried their best to erase all traces of life in the room. The originally prosperous room became empty, like a lonely sea monster.

He stared at the night view of the East China Sea outside the window for a long time.

"No, nothing is missing, nothing." - From just now, the words floating in his mind were from "Half a Sheet of Paper" by August Strindberg, a national treasure writer in Sweden.

This is a short story about a young man whose wife died. When he moved out of his house, he read a half piece of paper left on the table. He reviewed his half life in a minimalist way and then found the courage to face life again.

Wang Zixu felt that his situation and mood at this moment were somewhat similar to the state of mind of the man in the novel.

By the way, Strindberg's status in Sweden is equivalent to that of Lu Xun in China.

However, such a writer did not receive the Nobel Prize in Literature from the Swedish Academy.

Because of this, the Nobel Prize in Literature was subject to a lot of doubts in its early years.

Wang Zixu sat down on the sofa, which could not be moved. He took out his cell phone and waited for a message.

The sofa was very warm, and sitting on it was like sitting in the heart of this house. He thought of Yu Hua's "At Eighteen, I Set Out for a Long Journey", in which the 18-year-old boy sat in a hollowed-out truck, and it must be like him now, relying on this empty house for survival.

Qiuge: [Sorry, I'm bothering you again. Are you busy? ]

Little Prince: [I have been waiting for this news for a long time.]

Qiuge: [covering mouth in surprise.jpg]

The Little Prince: [I wonder if my charm has decreased, or if you have found your own life, so you haven't looked for me for so long.]

Qiuge: [Is that what you think? Humph, then you are in danger.]

The Little Prince: [Why?]

Qiuge: [You think of me, which means you can't leave me. ]

The Little Prince: [I often think of you. I also often think of my Chinese teacher in high school. But this does not mean that I can't live without you two.]

Wang Zixu's Chinese teacher in high school was an unusually tall man. Every time he walked into the classroom, students thought a moving iron tower had come in.

The boys said that he could dunk the ball into the basket just by raising his hand slightly, without even jumping, just standing on tiptoe at most.

However, such a man has a delicate heart, which is in stark contrast to his rough appearance.

Now I think that was "delicate", but at that time, students would not describe him that way. They all called him "devil". Everyone was driven crazy by his teaching method.

He rarely tells students how to answer questions or do reading comprehension according to the goal of exam-oriented teaching. He likes to give inspirational guidance. For example, when teaching the chapter "Pipa Xing", he asked several students to play Bai Juyi and another girl to play the Pipa girl.

He would ask students to act out the superficial desolation and inner pride of Jiangzhou Sima, and the nostalgia of the Pipa girl for her former fame and her unwillingness to be lonely now. He liked to turn literature into a living thing, so that students could feel it instead of understanding it.

Unlike others, Wang Zixu actually appreciates this teaching method and enjoys every Chinese class. It's a pity that his Chinese grades are not outstanding.

The students with the best Chinese grades in the class only do exercises during Chinese class and never participate in class. The students who participate most actively in class are always the poor students.

As you can imagine, the overall Chinese performance of their class was not good, and some parents even clamored to change the Chinese teacher. Fortunately, they did not change in the end.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zixu performed exceptionally well in Chinese during the college entrance examination and unexpectedly scored high. Whenever he wrote down the words "frustrated" during reading comprehension, the face of his Chinese teacher would always appear in front of him.

After he told Ning Chunyan about the Chinese teacher, the other party was half delighted and half sighing.

Qiuge: [Your Chinese teacher reminds me of a sentence a friend of mine said: Literature belongs to losers.]

The prince thought humbly, the friend you are talking about is me.

The Little Prince: [Your friend is right.]

Qiu Ge: [It was that friend who said, if I asked you to help write another novel, you would definitely not refuse me.]

The Little Prince: [Your friend is right.]

Qiu Ge: [Really?! You don’t know how happy I am now! I’m not happy because you promised me, I’m happy that there is another new work of the Little Prince to read!]

The Little Prince: [I want to write a work that will be a hit. I want to write a work that is no longer for losers, I want it to be very successful.]

Ning Chunyan bit her index finger gently and typed on the screen:

"You are already very famous? Why do you suddenly think so?" "Because after you are very, very famous, it will be cooler to say that literature belongs to losers."

Ning Chunyan sat up from the sofa, feeling a little excited: "Great, let's write a very, very popular novel that will be known to everyone in the country!"

The image of Shi Shuqiu flashed through her mind. This young man did not leave a good impression on her, but due to social conventions, she had to give him a good face, but in fact she was holding back.

At least, she didn't want to be Xiao Ning, who was called upon and dismissed at the dinner table.

Qiu Ge: [The last novel “Shikongzhan” was actually very popular. It was written very, very well. But there was no reason why it was so popular. Do you know why?]

The Little Prince: [I have the answer in my heart, you speak first.]

Qiuge: [Not suitable for remake. Not suitable for adaptation.]

The Little Prince: [It is too short.]

Qiu Ge: [In fact, there are a lot of investors who are interested in "The Lost Sky Slash", it has a tortuous story and wonderful characters. However, its time and space flashbacks are very challenging for the director.]

The Little Prince: [I don’t think there is a director in China who can perfectly film the story I imagined. Even if there is one who can film it in terms of narrative techniques, most of their personal styles don’t match mine.]

Qiuge: [If it was David Fincher, or Nolan, or even Satoshi Kon or Masaaki Yuasa, they would definitely be able to produce a great film.]

The Little Prince: [You inspired me. Maybe it would be a good idea to make an animation.]

Qiu Ge: [Sell it to Netflix and make it into a short and sharp 10-episode animation, with a twist in each episode. Haha, it’s a pity that I can only think about it. ]

The Little Prince: [If a work written in China wants to become a worldwide hit, it has to be written very, very well, like The Three-Body Problem.]

Qiuge: [It’s too difficult.]

The two of them were discussing very heatedly, but Ning Chunyan's mood became colder and colder. She found it difficult to think about it.

If someone had told her before tonight that the Little Prince was pursuing popularity, she would have been dismissive: Who is the Little Prince? Popularity comes to him. Does he still need to pursue popularity?
But now she finds that it is not easy to gain their favor, as she usually ignores words like popularity and traffic.

The little prince replied:

【So what I thought of was short videos. 】

Qiuge: [What do you mean? ]

The Little Prince: [Write short stories that are easy to create memes and are widely spread, and cut them into short videos. Even if the stories are scattered, they can still leave a deep impression on people.]

Qiuge: [Is it like "Liao Zhai"? ]

The Little Prince: [Like a series of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, scattered stories are combined into a big story, and this big story is suitable for being remade into a complete movie.]

Ning Chunyan took a breath of cold air.

[This sounds difficult.]

I can do it.

Ning Chunyan looked at the words "I can do it" on the screen and just wanted to say: The little prince is awesome!
As expected of him.

Ning Chunyan typed on his phone: "I won't ask you what you plan to write, keep it mysterious. Although I really want to continue chatting with you, the guy I raised started humming again, and I have to take care of him."

The Little Prince: [That suits my taste.]

Qiuge: [Waiting for you.]

Ning Chunyan turned off his phone, lay on the sofa, and sighed deeply. It was a sigh of satisfaction.

The scattered stories are independent and yet can generate interesting plots, and when combined together they can become a solid script that can be adapted into a movie... Can this be achieved?
If the little prince finally achieved his goal and wrote something like this, she would have no doubt that the god of novels had come down to earth and kissed him hard.

If an old scholar like Professor Zhong Junmin heard the creative ideas of the Little Prince, he would definitely call it heresy. Such a creation with such naked purpose is really too evil.

But when the little prince said it, it gave people a very different feeling. She could feel that even if he took the wrong path, he would definitely be different from others.

Besides, if he says he can do it, then he can definitely do it.

"Uuuuuuu..."

In the room, the sound like a miserable cat was heard again, and Ning Chunyan sighed again.

This time it was a sigh of annoyance.

She stood up, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open and went in.

Pale white light poured down from the ceiling, and the girl on the bed had a beautiful profile. Her thin black hair hung on her snow-white cheeks, outlining a complex pattern.

"Cuckoo..."

The girl whimpered like a cat in her throat. Ning Chunyan put her hands on her hips.
"I asked you to eat the takeaway I brought back earlier, but you insisted on writing two more paragraphs. Look at you, you must be too hungry to bear it, right?"

The sobbing continued for a long time before the same pitiful human voice came out:

"Hungry, hungry, food."

"Wait, wait, I'll heat it up for you in the microwave."

Putting the rice into the microwave, Ning Chunyan suddenly relaxed his brow.

In fact, she didn't dislike it that much. Rather, she was envious.

Chen Qingluo must have encountered some incredible inspiration when she was in this state. Maybe it was even more incredible than the last time she wrote "The Offering of Simone de Beauvoir".

What would happen if she exploded again and wrote an even more powerful book?

These people who have been kissed by the god of novels...

……

Wang Zixu's new residence is a three-bedroom apartment divided into five separate rooms. This type of rental house is very interesting. It claims to be non-shared, but the five tenants share one door.

Some of the separated rooms have balconies, some have private bathrooms, and some have nothing. Wang Zixu's room has a private bathroom, so it is very popular. Fortunately, he was lucky. If he had come at the wrong time, it would have been rented by someone else.

He has been staying in his room these days, locking the door and ignoring everyone. He puts all the takeout food in the cabinet at the entrance, showing his unyielding attitude.

In the name of cleaning up the new house, he asked for leave from Ning Chunyan, but he didn't say how many days he would need at first. He worked so hard that he didn't know when the time would pass. After four or five days, Ning Chunyan started to get anxious and called to ask when he would go to work.

I don't know who leaked the news that "New Appreciation" was going to publish the little prince's new work, and the number of manuscripts received by the magazine suddenly increased dramatically.

Xiao Mengyin is not the only clever person. The publication of Little Prince's new work will surely increase the sales of New Appreciation. This is a favorable wind. If I submit my work in the same issue as Little Prince, there will definitely be a lot of people reading it. So many people come to submit their work.

No matter who spread the news, Ning Chunyan did not intend to pursue the responsibility. Because "Xin Shang" was in need of manuscripts at the moment, she was happy to see the increase in manuscripts, but the editors were really short of staff, so she came to urge Wang Zixu to go to work.

Little did people know that what Wang Zixu was tinkering with at home was the manuscript that everyone was looking forward to.

(End of this chapter)