Chapter 6

"The Abandoned Capital" is the representative work of Old Jia. How should I put it, the work's reputation is big enough, the influence is far-reaching, it is very popular in the market, and it has won many awards abroad, so he is a bit tempted.

But later he denied it again.

Because the content of this book is really too exciting, many people bought it as a yellow book at that time.

You know he is only 17 years old now. What would people think if he wrote such an experienced book?

Well, these are actually not what he cares about much,

Whether it is domestic history or foreign literary circles, there have been countless monsters throughout the ages, and there has never been a shortage of geniuses.

So, can't he be a genius?

Wang Bo at 26 could write "Tengwang Pavilion Preface," this eternal classic, theoretically he naturally can too, no one can define "genius" to death.

But he was mainly worried about Chen Zi Jin.

If he became famous all over the world because of writing "The Abandoned Capital," then the past between this girl and him would definitely be dug up by those reporters who are everywhere.

Now he has no power or influence, and he can't suppress this kind of explosive news at all.

If the reporter chased and asked: Mr. Li, have you slept with Chen Zi Jin?

Then how should he answer?

Have I?

No.

None of your business!

No matter which of these three answers he chooses?

No matter whether he answers or not?

It will inevitably cause secondary harm to Chen Zi Jin.

Those unscrupulous media, in order to earn enough eyeballs, might apply all kinds of action descriptions in the book to Chen Zi Jin, thinking that he gained practical experience and inspiration from this girl.

In an era where reputation is still very important, Chen Zi Jin finally escaped the public opinion vortex of Shangwan Village. He had already harmed her once when he was young and ignorant.

After being reborn, he must not harm her again.

"The Abandoned Capital" was abandoned, and his attention later shifted to "Life Sea" and "To Live."

These two books are both good pieces, he likes them both, and he has read them no less than five times in his previous life.

Especially "To Live" on the bedside table, saying it ten times is not too much, he remembers every detail and content of the book clearly.

Both are favorites, really difficult to choose.

This is a matter of whoever chooses, whoever is unlucky, he can't bear it, after all, he once loved these two writers, didn't he?

He even started to rummage through whether his ancestors had any grudges or conflicts with the Yu family and the Mai family?

But the result is obvious, heh, his ancestors were all farmers, and it was not easy to have an official Li Jianguo, but before he could warm up, he became an old farmer again.

Damn it, with this family background, they couldn't even reach the other side in eight lifetimes, where would the conflict come from?

Thinking about it, after weighing it for a long time, Li Heng finally made a difficult decision to write "To Live."

They all say that art comes from life and is higher than life. No matter how outrageous it is, the content of the work doesn't have to be completely linked to one's own growth trajectory, but it must be close to the edge.

The seven-year civil servant career made him a person with relatively strict thinking. He allows himself to have loopholes, but not too many loopholes.

Otherwise, no one is a fool, and if there are too many flaws in oneself, one day they will be discovered by those with intentions.

Although even if the loopholes are discovered, the other party can't do anything to him, but it's always troublesome, isn't it?

And he happens to be a person who hates trouble.

In his previous life, he once saw a report that the author Yu Hua wrote "To Live" because he heard an American folk song "Old Black Slave."

In the song, the old black slave experienced a lifetime of bitterness and difficulty, his family members left him first, and he still treated this world friendly, without a word of complaint.

This is a coincidence, Comrade Li Jianguo collected the tape of this song.

Although the tape is a pirated product, he has also listened to it many times, which is the best excuse.

Furthermore, "To Live" tells the tragic life of Xu Fugui. This kind of prototype almost disappeared in later generations, but it is not difficult to find in this era.

The second uncle of the family is a relatively suitable writing object.

In the old era, the second uncle was originally a landlord's young master, who had done wicked things like gambling and taking concubines.

But after experiencing the baptism of war and the flood of humanity, he finally ended up with a broken family and separated wife and children. Now he has become a well-known five-guarantee household.

Even so, he is still living tenaciously, drinking a little wine every day or touching fish in the river. Li Heng's fish-touching technique was learned from him since childhood.

The song "Old Black Slave" plus the second uncle, whoa! The writing elements are complete, simply.

Just ask Yu Hua, are you panicked?

Just when Li Heng lit a kerosene lamp and wrote hard, Yu Hua, who was participating in the Lu Xun Literary Institute's literary lecture class in the capital, felt dizzy and fell to the ground, almost fainting.

The floor was hard, and it hurt when he fell.

Covering his butt, he climbed up with an "ouch," looked up at the dark night sky, and suddenly felt inexplicably panicked, feeling as if something extremely important was moving away from him at this moment.

The next morning, when Yu Hua, who hadn't slept well all night, passed by a street stall, he had a whim and asked a blind man to calculate his horoscope.

As a result, the blind man told him: You have encountered a evil star, and your unlucky fate has been snatched away.

Yu Hua was shocked and hurriedly asked if there was any solution?

The blind man rolled his fingers and wanted money!

Yu Hua reached into his pocket, turned around, and ran away secretly.

Li Heng, although usually lazy and loves to steal leisure, once he makes a certain determination, he will immediately become another person, and his execution is very strong.

Unscrewing the ink bottle cap, he dipped the fountain pen head into it, squeezed the pen belly lightly with his thumb and index finger, and instantly filled it with ink.

Finding a new notebook, spreading it out, and preparing to write, he found that the Chen family across the road was still beating gongs and drums to perform rituals, making a lot of noise, and it was so noisy that he couldn't gather his spirit at all after trying several times.

Fortunately, the learning environment in the countryside has always been relatively bad, and he has been used to it since childhood, so he didn't get so angry that he wanted to curse.

Only to see him put down the fountain pen, take a few deep breaths, and then slowly close his eyes, starting to brew the writing emotion.

They all say that sharpening the knife doesn't delay the woodcutting, and sure enough, ten minutes later, Li Heng opened his eyes again. At this time, he completely shielded the noise outside and immersed himself in his own world.

This night, he hand-wrote 5,000 words in the way of climbing grids, writing from 6:30 to past 12:00, and his wrists were a bit painful.

If it weren't for the sudden arrival of Li Yan interrupting his writing train of thought, he wouldn't have realized it was late at night, and he could still write.

Li Heng turned his head depressed, "Eldest sister, why are you here at this hour?"

Li Yan brought a big bowl of saonoodles to him, happily: "Brother, eat quickly, I stole it back, no one saw it.

Look, this is mutton, this is beef, it's delicious, I just ate three bowls."

Hearing the word "stole," Li Heng couldn't laugh or cry, and this eldest sister actually knew that the Chen and Li families had a conflict.

Then why did you rush to watch the fun?

But thinking about it, he wouldn't blame her. In his eyes, as long as the eldest sister is happy, everything follows her.

Li Heng said: "My stomach is still full, eldest sister, take the noodles to the second sister, her appetite is bigger than mine, and she is easy to get hungry at night."

Mentioning the second sister, Li Yan was a bit aggrieved, "I just sent it to her, she didn't eat it, and scolded me for having no backbone."

Li Heng was stunned and silent.

This is truly the second sister's style, preferring to starve to death rather than eat the enemy's things. On this point, he was deeply influenced by this sister.

Li Yan urged again: "Brother, eat quickly, the noodles will be mushy and won't taste good."

"Oh, okay."

Li Heng said okay, but moved the noodles aside and said to the eldest sister:

"I'm writing an essay, I'll finish it soon, I'll eat after I finish, it's not early, eldest sister, go back to sleep first."

The eldest sister's cultural level is not high. When she was in the second grade, she dropped three grades in a row, and then under the rampant ridicule of her peers, she inferiority didn't go to school again.

So, she couldn't understand what Li Heng was writing at all, only feeling that the whole page was neat fountain pen characters, very powerful.

Both parents are cultured people, but she herself doesn't know a few characters, almost an illiterate, Li Yan admires reading very much and respects it very much.

Seeing her brother say so, she immediately retreated from the room obediently, lightly, for fear of delaying his reading and writing.

After being disturbed by the eldest sister, Li Heng felt a bit chest-stuffy and suddenly lost his writing state.

Lying on the old desk, looking at the Chen family across the road through the window lattice, people eating noodles came and went, shouting and shouting, very lively.

The familiar scene outside couldn't help but evoke many past events. Once upon a time, he was also a frequent visitor to the Chen family. Every time he went, Chen Zi Jin and Chen Zitong loved to stick behind his butt, calling him brother, brother.

But now...

When they met again, Chen Zitong's face was full of strangeness, things are different, people are different.

Just as he was immersed in childhood memories, his wandering eyes accidentally fell on a corner of the window on the second floor opposite.

His eyes condensed, and he bumped into Chen Zitong's line of sight.

I don't know when she appeared, but it was clear that the other party saw the saonoodles on the table.

Looking at each other across the air for three seconds, Chen Zitong, who had no expression on her face, reached out and pulled hard, and the curtain swished and closed quickly.

Okay, people really don't like him, this bowl of noodles can't be explained clearly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 7 =====