I'm Not a Literary Giant

I have been thinking about what loneliness feels like. It is a person facing the sea, listening to the sound of waves, which comes from eternity and goes to eternity; it is on the wasteland, watching the heavy snow in the sky, snowflakes falling one after another; it is the black dust in the sky of sandstorm, ghostly flow, and subtle penetration surrounding you. Or, holding on to an umbrella, walking alone in the rainy streets at midnight, there is no one, the dim street lights cast a yellowish halo in the misty rain, and the sound of falling raindrops can be clearly heard "tick tick tick, tick tick tick", and you can hear the splashing sound of your feet in the pond. People have seven emotions, six desires and eight sufferings, but what is loneliness? Is it happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, love, hatred, desire, or parting from love, meeting resentment and hatred, not being able to ask for something, flaming five Yins, birth, old age, illness, and death? Zixu doesn't know, he only knows that I often laugh with others, but he doesn't know why I laugh, or I freeze when I laugh, and I don't know whether to continue laughing or stop there. I looked around blankly at the laughing people, not knowing what expression to put on. My heart was as blank as a piece of blank paper. Listening to their laughter, I just felt so empty, monotonous, and without any emotion, as if it was squeezed out of nowhere. Or, it's just an NPC repeating his job again and again. He often looked around in the crowd, only to feel that he was so out of tune with others, just like a grain of sand being thrown into the sea. The sea did not change, but the sand grain felt so clearly that he was so out of tune with everything around him, but he couldn't resist. I can only be carried away by the sea and go to unknown distances. But the world can only see the rise and fall of the tide, but cannot feel the sorrow of a grain of sand. He longs for the crowd because of his loneliness, but feels lonely because he is in the crowd. Looking at the busy people around me, I feel more and more idle. Seeing their joy, anger and sorrow, I couldn't empathize or feel deeply. However, just watching them laugh and make trouble in silence, I also laughed, as if I was really happy and happy, not lonely at all. But why, in the dead of night, when a person is lying silently on the bed, his eyes can hardly be opened, but he is still not sleepy at all. In this dead darkness, Wang Zixu didn't know whether his eyes were open or closed, or whether he was asleep or awake. The hour hand ticked by, and a car might roar past outside the window, but his breathing was clearly audible. It seemed like you were the only one left in the world. He just lay there, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The brain is sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic. It seems that you have thought about a lot, and yet seem to have thought about nothing, from the little things in the past that you thought you had long forgotten, to the torments of the day and even the future, it is like a too chaotic movie that is shot frame by frame in front of your eyes, passing by like clouds, sometimes here, sometimes there, as if it is real and illusory, and you don't know where it is today. He just lay like this, listening to the sound of the ticking second hand crossing the surface, his brain was in chaos, and time was also in chaos. The past, present, and future are close to each other, intersect with each other, and are separated from each other. It begins with the Big Bang and ends with the end of the world. He just lay like this, independent of the world and independent of time. You don't know how long it has been, seconds, minutes, or hours? Perhaps, a short moment has passed, just a moment, or perhaps a long time has passed, and the vicissitudes of the world have passed, the years have become monuments, and eternity has turned into nothingness. You don't know, you just know that everything is meaningless at this moment. He only knows that the loneliness that is hidden deep in everyone's heart, that is usually invisible, the loneliness that you think does not exist, finally found you on this night of this month of this year. At this point, you can no longer pretend that it doesn't exist, and you can no longer pretend to be free of it. You can only feel that it is like a tarsal maggot, wrapping around you bit by bit, getting tighter and tighter, making you unable to struggle or breathe. That indescribable, chaotic loneliness.

(What should I do if the author writes too slowly? It's very simple, I just have to write it. Click here! Adapted from real experiences. If there are any similarities, it is not a coincidence. Some places may be a bit OOC, please understand) "Da da da", Wang Zixu walked in the deserted small town of Xihe. Silence, deathly silence, only the footsteps of Wang Zixu could be heard. Apart from that, there is nothing else, not even the noisy chirping of insects and birds in the past. It was as if he was the only one left in this world. Wang Zixu moved slowly, looking at the deserted Xihe, feeling a little strange. After getting used to the crowds in Xihe, the sudden ebb of the tide immediately made this small town unique. He began to appreciate the city with a critical attitude, but soon, Wang Zixu became a little scared. It was so quiet, there was no sound at all. The noisy sounds of people and cars in the past were completely wiped out. It was as if everyone suddenly left him at a certain moment, leaving him alone in this world. He is alone, like this planet. "Hey!!!" He tried to yell, but unfortunately no one answered. In this empty world, even the echo would not make a ripple. "Let's go home now that it's over," Wang Zixu thought, and then walked in the direction of home. But as he walked, he discovered something was wrong. It was a feeling that someone was always watching him from behind, which made his back feel cold, and a slight chill came from his heart. At that moment, Wang Zixu felt terrified. He tried to look for traces of people, but there were none, nowhere. The passers-by on the road, the familiar merchants in the shop, and the colleagues who worked together are all gone. It's just that the feeling is unmistakable, the feeling of being spied on and stared at. A gust of cold wind gently swept over the back of Wang Zixu's neck, and dense goosebumps jumped out one after another, and then gathered together. Wang Zixu suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. Unfortunately, everything as far as the eye can see is empty. "Who is there!!!" Wang Zixu yelled to calm himself down. But no one answered. No, there must be something wrong, there must be someone behind it! A fine line of cold sweat seeped out from Wang Zixu's forehead and streaked across his cheeks. Wang Zixu gritted his teeth, took a few deep breaths, suppressed the growing fear in his heart, turned back, and continued walking home. Zizixu could feel that the closer he got to home, the more intense the prying gaze became, scanning him unscrupulously with a fierce and intrusive nature. It's like, just like the gaze of a lion scanning its prey on the grassland. He could even hear the man's footsteps getting closer and closer to him. Thump, thump. "His heartbeat was getting faster and louder, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Wang Zixu speeded up his pace unconsciously and walked quickly in the direction of his home. He didn't even stop when passing by the small courtyard downstairs of his home. He just glanced at the familiar fitness equipment briefly, and then quickly passed by. Yes, he was already running quickly at this time, but he still didn't He couldn't get rid of that gaze. "Huh, huh" Wang Zixu gasped. This journey was not very short. If he hadn't exercised a lot on weekdays, he might not have been able to hold on on the road. But now, he was also a little exhausted, and there were cramps in his left chest from time to time, which made him grimace. This should be the root cause of the disease during the previous epidemic. It would happen during strenuous exercise, but he was usually responsible for clerical work and didn't care much about it. He didn't expect to be hit by a boomerang at this time. He pressed his left chest hard with his right hand, as if to prevent his heart from accidentally beating out of his chest. The moment Wang Zixu took a step forward, the feeling of being spied upon quickly intensified. He could even feel someone breathing behind him, and the slight air flow across his neck stirred up goosebumps all over his body. At that moment, the hair all over his body exploded, like a frightened cat. He didn't dare to look back, so he could only go upstairs quickly. "Hurry up, hurry up, home is in front. "Zizixu roared hoarsely in his heart. As expected, human potential is infinite. At this moment, Wang Zixu was clearly at the end of his rope, but he forced himself to squeeze out some strength from nowhere and speed up a little more. . He quickly climbed up the stairs in three steps. "Dong, dong, dong," his feet stepped heavily on the stairs. Looking back, the sound of his own footsteps was constantly reflected and superimposed, as if there was a group of ghosts following him behind him. Ben. But Zizixu knew that it was not the case. There was always something following him. When he tried to slow down and distinguish the sounds, they did not completely disappear. There was still the sound of something breathing, thin and long, in his ears. Br>His legs were shaking slightly, but he still held on. He bent down as hard as he could, covering his left chest with one hand, and holding the handrail next to him with the other hand to support his upward steps. First floor, Two floors, three floors... He counted silently, his home was on the sixth floor, and now, he had climbed up to the third floor, no, it was the second floor. But, could he hold on? Zizixu smiled bitterly, his hair and clothes were soaked with sweat. The T-shirt he was wearing was sticky to his body, making him very uncomfortable, but it was not the time to care about this now, he had to go up, keep going up. Up! Can't stop, this is his only thought now, absolutely can't stop! Level one, level two, level three... He counted in his mind the fourth level, but. Wang Zixu suddenly felt dizzy and staggered. He turned his head slightly and looked at the twisted figure reflected on the iron handrail, as if he could see his pale face. "It's really embarrassing." "At this time, Wang Zixu was even in the mood to make fun of himself, "But now is not the time to stop. " Level 7, Level 8, Level 9... At this time, Wang Zixu was almost using his hands and feet as he continued to climb up in embarrassment. Finally... It was in front, that was home... As if returning to the light, a force appeared from nowhere and poured into his limbs. He suddenly Then he held the steps above with both hands and jumped up to the sixth floor. He quickly held the door handle and put his thumb on the sensor. Thank God, the door lock had been replaced by a fingerprint lock before. With a "click", the door lock opened, and Wang Zixu opened the door. Then he quickly ducked in, slammed the door hard, and all the movements were completed in one go. And the moment he turned around, he saw the ghost that had been chasing him. It was a man about the same height as him, and about the same size as him. When Wang Zixu saw the man's face, he was even more heartbroken. God is shocked. Because that face is exactly like him! ! He is the one who has been chasing him! Oh my God, what happened to this world? ! A clone or a replica or something," he comforted himself. After taking a short rest, Wang Zixu stood up and tiptoed toward the house. His wife was in the house, and she was actively preparing for pregnancy recently. He didn't know if the loud movement just now disturbed him. However, no sound has been heard until now. This It reassured him that his wife must be asleep, he thought. When he came to the house, his wife was indeed asleep. Her sleeping posture was not very good, with her body curled up, holding a pillow in her arms, and her legs, looking like an insecure child. Rou flashed between Wang Zixu's brows. Although his wife had not been very kind to him in recent years, she always complained and complained about it. But marriage is about two people living together. They must understand each other. And over the years, his wife has indeed worked hard for this family. So, he moved forward slowly. He came to the bed and bent down to cover his wife with the quilt. However, he was stunned because he saw his wife's face, or, to be more precise, it was his face at the moment! ! Maybe because he felt his gaze, he slowly opened his eyes, "What's wrong?" Honey," she said softly, "don't you like me? " "No, no, no..." Wang Zixu was a little scared and staggered back. "I'm just a little surprised. "While he was explaining forcefully, he glanced at the mirror next to him. The man in the mirror had no face!!! Yes, he lost his face!!! At the same time, footsteps came from outside, the locked door was opened for some reason, and the "clone" slowly walked in. He looked at the frightened Wang Zixu and said word by word: "I am the little prince, who are you? Why at my house? " "Huh" Wang Zixu suddenly sat up and stood up from the bed, panting heavily, his back already soaked with cold sweat. It turned out that it was a dream, and it was really a hearty ghost story experience. He turned his head and glanced at his wife who was still sleeping beside him, thought for a while, and quietly got out of bed. , Got dressed, then opened the door and went downstairs. It was midnight, and although it was midsummer, he didn't feel very hot perhaps because of the nightmare he had just had. "Le, it seems that this kind of ghost story is also a good way to cool down in the summer. "Wang Zixu laughed at himself. Leaning on the telephone pole by the roadside, he lit a cigarette. Under the dim light, his face was a little uncertain. There was no one around, which was quite similar to the situation in the dream, but, that The noisy cicadas from the past made him realize that he was truly alive in this world and not alone. Yes, at this moment, he felt so clearly that he was alive. The rarest thing in the world is that most people just exist. After taking a deep puff of cigarette, he regained his energy and started to wander along the road. This was rare for him, and he looked at this small town surrounded by night. It had to be said that it was really unique. Suddenly, the faint light from the distance caught Wang Zixu's attention, "What kind of shop is still open in the middle of the night? "Zizixu was a little curious, and when he walked in, he realized that it was a bookstore, a late-night bookstore. The store owner was an old man with black-rimmed eyes, wearing a suit, and his hair was combed meticulously. Watching Wangzixu passing by, he smiled, put down the book in his hand, and said to him, "Welcome, this is the late-night bookstore. Is there anything you need? "Wang Zixu's sharp eyes saw the name of the book "Being and Nothingness", which is Sartre's masterpiece. Wang Zixu thought for a while and asked: "What do you have here? " The old man smiled and said: "Everything is available, and all your questions can be answered here. The price is just a ghost story. In such a hot summer, it is excellent to use a ghost story to cool down. " Wang Zixu was silent. The old man opposite seemed to be too loud. Seemingly seeing his hesitation, the old man smiled and said, "What? Don't believe it? I can see that you are actually very lonely now, and the thread in your heart can no longer be tight. It is like you are facing an abyss and walking on thin ice. This is your current situation. " Silence, eternal silence, deafening silence. Yes, the old man is right. Recently, various things in the work unit and the Wennuan Club have made him very busy. In fact, Wang Zixu can feel that he is overdrafting himself. Huh, Wang Zixu exhaled. Now that everyone has seen through it, what will happen to this deal? It's just a ghost story. He happened to have experienced it just now. After thinking about it carefully, he thought about it. He began to talk: "In the beginning, it was just an ordinary day, and I was walking alone on the road..." The old man just listened quietly and did not interrupt. "At this time, I suddenly turned my head and looked at the mirror beside me. Did you know that the person in the mirror had no face? ! ! It turns out that I am the ghost in their eyes! I'm the faceless man. " The story came to an end, and the two of them were quiet for a long time, as if they were frozen in the eternal river of time. After a long time, the old man sighed with emotion: "What a terrifying story. However, have you ever thought of another possibility? That is, you are the only one who is human, and all other existences are ghosts who have stolen your symbol of being human and disguised as ghosts? " Wang Zixu was stunned, and the old man indeed waved his hand: "Don't worry, I just gave this story another ending. From the perspective of a spectator," he paused, and continued, "After all, if no one cares about you in this world, then you can only believe in ghosts, right? " "Okay, this is indeed a good ghost story, very suitable to listen to in such a situation. So, in exchange, what do you want to know? " Wang Zixu hesitated, "I want to ask, what attitude should I have when facing my wife. " The old man let out a smile of unknown meaning. He did not answer directly, but asked: "Then do you know Sartre? Sartre and Vubova. " The prince was stunned for a moment. Of course Sartre knew it, and so did Beauvoir. Beauvoir is Jean-Paul Sartre's soul mate and lifelong lover. The two lived in a wonderful relationship. Beauvoir and Sartre loved each other, but both were celibate. And Sartre also pursued passion. He proposed to Beauvoir that although we are each other's lifelong soul mates, I hope I can have other relationships. Beauvoir suggested that in this case, I would have another lover. To her surprise, Sartre agreed. But they both believed that each other was the only one. But in Wang Zixu's view, Sartre was just an old bastard. But the old man said: "The answer is already with Sartre: the only one who can trap you is yourself." " Zizixu lowered his head and thought silently. Am I the only one who can really trap me? "Okay, it's almost time. For the sake of having such a pleasant communication with you, I will give you one more sentence. Let's go." The old man stood up and started to pack things. "Those who create chaos sit back and relax, those who follow the trend are afraid of not being in chaos, those who listen to others do not distinguish between right and wrong, those who sneer and watch reap the benefits, those who clarify fall into the abyss, those who are sincere are helpless, and the victims are unable to explain themselves and are whipped. You see, a hundred ghosts walk at night, and there are people among them who are happier than the ghosts. " The old man's words interrupted Wang Zixu's thinking. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the old man's finger, and suddenly his whole body felt cold. It was really a hundred ghosts walking in the night: all kinds of ghosts and monsters were running rampant, but there seemed to be some familiar people among them. Wang Zixu looked at it intently, and saw a fat ghost standing on his head. What stood out was Director Gou's face. The one with the long tongue next to him seemed to be the gossipy colleague. Looking at it again, Zhang Qian, Lin Luo, and Guo Ranran were among them. Zizixu felt that he understood what the old man said, but when he turned around to thank the old man, he couldn't find him anywhere, not even the seat. The bookstore also disappeared late at night. It seemed that just for a moment, the old man and his bookstore disappeared into smoke. When he turned back to look at the street, it was as if nothing had happened. But Wang Zixu knew that everything had happened. (Because the number of words exceeds the limit, the following content is presented in pictures) #Ghost Story Summer Relief Conference#

1. A murder that was publicized in advance "A murder that was publicized in advance" (Marquez) A completely avoidable tragedy shaped by the collective unconscious. In this murder, everyone is a murder (in fact, my personal feeling can be understood as that under the constraints of ethics, people are no longer human) 2. Others are hell "Confinement" (Sartre) A person without self is no different from living in hell (actually, don't pay too much attention to other people's eyes) 3. The Moon and Sixpence "The Moon and Sixpence" (Maugham) It's more famous, so I won't mention it 4. Pen Holder, Paintbrush and Poison "Pen Holder, Paintbrush and Poison" ( Wilde) Wainwright's biography, of course I have not read it, the general meaning is that artistic attainments have nothing to do with morality 5. Paradise Lost "Paradise Lost" (Junichi Watanabe) Pursue yourself and return to your true heart, which is Paradise Lost (recommended to read it, although the name is very similar to "Paradise Lost", but the core is completely different, a very interesting absurd story) 6. It's the season of stomachache Obviously I was the one who came first 7. Crime and Punishment "Crime and Punishment" (Dostoevsky) I won't mention the more famous one 8. The script cannot be stopped (to be honest, I don't understand what the plot is) (I heard it will not stop at the annual meeting) Qi Ling, start! 9. Do not use Qianlong "Book of Changes" Ninth day, do not use Qianlong (it has promise, but not much) 10. The Little Prince "The Little Prince" (Saint-Exupéry) I won't say it because it is more famous, but in fact it feels the same as the original The content of the chapter is not very relevant 11. Iceberg Theory Hemingway mentioned it, and it is relatively famous, so I won't mention it 12. The Birth of Tragedy "The Birth of Tragedy" (Nietzsche) How can people endure the desolate meaning of life and survive? (It is recommended to read it yourself) 13. The Sun Also Rises "The Sun Also Rises" (Hemingway) Already awakened but unable to change 14. A young man came to the unit "A young man came to the organization department" (Wang Meng) Ahem, see for yourself 15. The Art of Speaking I didn't see what the plot is, one sentence is worth ten thousand sentences? 16. Deadly Medicine I don't see the reason. Drinking poison to quench thirst? 17. A Moveable Feast "A Moveable Feast" (Hemingway) It is recommended to read "The Lonely Gourmet" (Liangliang quite likes Hemingway) Eighteen, 1993 "1993" (Hugo) It is recommended to watch it by yourself Nineteen. The Human Comedy "The Human Comedy" (Balzac) I won't talk about the more famous ones Twenty. The Dancer of Izu "The Dancer of Izu" (Kawabata Yasunari) I won't talk about the more famous ones Twenty-one. This little fish cares The Chinese textbooks are here, you should still remember, a child is rescuing a fish from a stranded beach Twenty-two. Collective unconscious Jung's statement, oneself Go ahead and find out, that one in Chapter 1 has something to do with it Twenty-three, The One-Dimensional Building "The One-Dimensional Man" (Marcuse) Learn for yourself Twenty-four, The Work of a Small Civil Servant "What is a Small Civil Servant?" (Chekhov) I won't mention it if it's more famous Twenty-five, Don Quixote "Don Quixote" (Cervantes) I won't mention it if it's more famous Twenty-six. The road is difficult It's too famous Twenty-seven. A collection of official document writing formats and examples Literal meaning Twenty-eight, I am lazy to write new poems, while the wine is still warm I am lazy to write new poems with frozen pen, while the wine is warm in the cold furnace Twenty-nine, interrogate and think carefully "The Doctrine of the Mean" in the Book of Rites Learn erudition, interrogate, think carefully, discern clearly, practice diligently Thirty. Discussion "On Him?" "(Lu Xun) It's humorous in every sense, so I won't go into details 31. Back view "Back view" (Zhu Ziqing) I'm going to buy some oranges, you stay here, don't move around (The relationship between him and his father is actually not good, or very complicated) 32. Life towards death is growing enthusiastically "The Fall of Giants" (Ken Follett) Preface: I witnessed every live stepping towards death was actually growing vividly. 33. Emotional Education "Emotional Education" (Flaubert) I haven't read it, but I have seen it 34. The Catcher in the Rye "The Catcher in the Rye" (Salinger) It is recommended to learn about the so-called Beat Generation, so that the feeling of reading this book will be different (same as Recommended "On the Road" and "Dharma Wanderer") Thirty-five, The Lion of Marco Polo Bridge Primary School Texts Thirty-six, New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, a school of novels, learn about it by yourself Thirty-seven, Si Wu Xie Three hundred "Poems" can be summed up in one sentence, saying: "Think Wu Xie". The main theme is a pure thought Thirty-eight. The Garden of Forking Paths "The Garden of Forking Paths" (Borges) To be honest, I don't understand much of the science fiction story with spy elements. Find your own interpretation and pass Thirty-nine. "Ah" - Li Bai "Poetry Cloud" (Liu Cixin) This Li Bai is not the other Li Bai, understand for yourself Forty, the Coronation Ceremony of Napoleon I The famous painting "The Coronation Ceremony of Napoleon I" (Jacques-Louis David) The divine authority still bows its head to the royal power Forty-one. Staring is slavery Being with others is hell Forty-two , The Fantastic Journey of the Shepherd Boy "The Fantastic Journey of the Shepherd Boy" (Paulo Coelho) Have not seen it, passed it Forty-three, The Ferocious Animals "The Ferocious Animals" (Wang Shuo) Have not seen it, passed it Forty-four, Thus Spoke Zarathustra "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" (Nietzsche) Whoever will eventually shock the world with his voice will remain silent for a long time; Who will eventually ignite lightning and will drift like clouds for a long time; My time has not yet come, some people will live after death Forty-five, The Snow of Kilimanjaro "The Snow of Kilimanjaro" (Hemingway) Liangliang likes Hemingway so much! Forty-six, run! Melos "Run!" Melos" (Osama Dazai) It can only be said that even Osamu Dazai occasionally writes warmer stories (it is recommended to watch the movie "The Pianist of the Sea") Forty-seven, Water of the Canglang Starting point novel " "The Water of Canglang" Yan Zhen (the author of Peeping Screen...) Forty-eight, The Shackles of Humanity "The Shackles of Humanity" (Maugham) The ultimate pain of pursuing meaning and finally finding that it is all nothingness? Forty-Nine, Running for Governor "Running for Governor" (Mark Twain) I am reporting that the prince is insincere! Fifty, appeasement policy Cough cough cough Fifty-one, ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost edge has not been tried "Shu Jian" Jia Dao Ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost edge has not been tried. Today, I will tell you who has any injustice. Fifty-two, Biography of Jinling Deputy General Tian Wenjing, I ***! Fifty-three, Hanzawa Zixu Japanese drama "Hanzawa Naoki" It seems that the scolding is not as good as Hanzawa Naoki Fifty-four, Euripides One of the three great tragedians, although this is a deus ex machina But I personally feel that it is not a deus ex machina. The protagonist was sheltered only after he showed his abilities. The logic of Director Mei's behavior is reasonable Fifty-five, Hai Rui dismissed from office Classic characters, everyone knows them Fifty-six. Die if you have too much fun "Death if you have too much fun" (Wang Shuo) The so-called worldly success is just for superficial gregariousness? Liangliang seems to like Wang Shuo very much Fifty-seven, Zixu, no one calls him "The Colonel, no one writes to him" (Marquez) Teacher Sun Zha has some opinions on this Fifty-eight, colorless Prince Xu "Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage" (Haruki Murakami) Original chapter title "My Name is Red" (Orhan Pamuk) Recommend a game "GRIS" (also called "GRIS"), play it to get a feel for it

Wang Zixu got off work and walked slowly towards home. Along the way, he watched people around him put on short sleeves, while he was still wearing thick clothes to keep out the cold. So when he walked to the flower bed in the community, he was thinking that he should buy some short-sleeved clothes. He had already donated his old clothes. It was said that he wanted to support public welfare undertakings. As a business editor, he simply packed up the clothes that had been washed and stained and donated them. Now that the temperature has risen, he has no clothes to wear. But fortunately, he is not in a tight situation now, and he can make his own decision to buy a few clothes to change. As a result, as soon as he walked in, his wife was standing in the living room, looking at him with several gift boxes of supplements in front of her, which made him a little confused about what this was for. As a result, his wife looked at him and said, "Why did you come back just now? Didn't you say you would go back to see our dad tomorrow? I asked you to come back early and follow me to buy these things, but you delayed it until now while I went to take a shower! You can put these things away." After being scolded, Wang Zixu looked in the direction of the bathroom, sniffed helplessly, and then scratched his head before remembering that he did say a few days ago that he would go back to see his father during the Dragon Boat Festival, and also go to burn incense sticks for his mother and sweep his grave. The plan was quite good, but he forgot about it because of some trivial matters. So he rearranged these things and began to plan his vacation arrangements for tomorrow. There was nothing to say all night. Early the next morning, Wang Zixu took his big and small bags and got into the car he had picked up last month and headed to the cemetery in the west of the city. After getting off the car, he took the memorial items to his mother's grave. He first burned some paper money, then put the things on the table and said, "Mom, I came to see you again. I don't know if you are doing well there. I will burn some paper money for you and you can buy something good. Don't feel wronged. By the way, I bought a car and can support myself now. Mom, you don't have to worry about me. My son can support himself." Then he looked at his wife next to him and said, "By the way, Mom, you didn't know that I was married a long time ago, and she is your daughter-in-law, and you are going to be your grandmother." " After saying this, he stood up, glanced at his wife, and then said, "You haven't seen our mother yet, talk to her." At this moment, he saw his wife tightening her collar, and then looked around and said, "It's too cold, let's go to my dad's house." Hearing this, Wang Zixu immediately turned cold and said, "Let you talk to mom." At this time, his wife immediately retorted: "Zizixu! I'm still pregnant! There are two shortcomings of catching a cold. What can you do with your little salary!" After that, he walked down. Wang Zixu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly. After packing his things, he said to the tombstone: "Mom, I'm going back first. I'll come see you when I have time." Then he drove towards the north of the city. Speaking of his father, his father was completely idle a few years ago and moved to an undeveloped area in the north of the city. Later, he learned that his father had spent all his life savings to buy this house, and even their old house was sold. But now that it has been developed and turned into a tourist attraction, his father's small courtyard has also become an excellent place. However, his father did not give in, but imitated others and started a farmhouse. Now his life is guaranteed and he has moved into a building purchased by the community. In the farmyard, he also changed from being the waiter to being the shopkeeper, and his life was prosperous. Later, he found a wife. Wang Zixu also knew that he wanted to find a companion, so he didn't stop him. On the way from the west of the city to the north along the river bank, there was another annual municipal dragon boat race, so today he was betting like the city. While waiting for the red light, he rolled down the window and looked at the moat. There were four dragon boat teams competing, and the bank was crowded with people watching. It was very lively. But he was in a hurry to go north, so he didn't pay attention to who could win. As soon as the light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator and headed north. When he arrived at the community, he took his things and went up to the small building with his wife. After walking to the third floor, he saw a figure hanging calamus and mugwort there. There were two hanging pieces on the left and right on the plug at the door. Hearing the noise, his father turned around and saw Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu smiled and said, "Dad, let's see you." His father was stunned for a moment and said casually: "You guys..." Zizixu then said, "That's right." His father sighed after hearing this. He took a breath and said, "Let's go in first." After entering the house, his father looked at the sachet on the table and said, "Your aunt specially wore the sachet, saying that it will be sent to you tomorrow. It's just right. You don't have to run out when you come. Take it with you." After Wang Zixu put away the sachet, he His father said: "Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, come here to eat rice dumplings, salted egg yolk and pork." Wang Zixu asked, "Did you buy it?" His father looked up at him and said, "Your aunt made it, try it." Wang Zixu just sat down. , And said: "Dad, you didn't see..." Before he could finish his words, he heard his father say: "Zixu, didn't you come here on your own?" Zixu looked up at his father for a moment, then looked back, there was no one in the living room, but it was cloudy outside, as if it was going to rain. At this moment, he fainted from excitement. His father sighed when his son looked like this and helped him to the sofa. Then he started eating rice dumplings and waited quietly for him to wake up. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Zixu woke up faintly, looked at his father and said: "Dad, I..." His father said: "Okay, Zixu, it's been so many years, haven't you forgotten her yet? Her leaving that year really made you collapse. The doctor also said that he can't stimulate you, you need time. I have time to resolve all this. It was precisely because of the doctor's words that my father had allowed you to stay in the old city for so many years, but I didn't expect that you still didn't forget it, and your condition became more and more serious." When Wang Zixu heard this, he rubbed his face, and when he was about to say something, the only thing he heard in response was a lament from his old father. But the next second his dad said: "Okay, I know this is your own business, but dad still advises you to go to the hospital and cooperate with the treatment, okay?" Even if Wang Zixu didn't accept the reality at this time, he could only nod instinctively. When his father saw him like this, he said nothing and said, "Go and wash your face. It's noon. Let's eat." Wang Zixu washed his face and began to eat. This was the first time that he and his father were sitting together after many years. Both of them originally had a lot to say, but neither of them would say it. "How did you get here? By bus?" Until this moment, his dad still broke the scene and asked very calmly. Zizixu said: "I picked up a car last month." Seeing that his father didn't speak, Wang Zixu said: "I went to see my mother before I came here..." His father was stunned when he heard this, but quickly said: "It's good. It's time to go see her. I haven't been there for a long time." After dinner, his father said: "Your aunt went to her daughter's house and won't be back for a while. It's such a nice day today, why don't you pick up the car and go out for a walk." Zi Xu then noticed that there was a big sun hanging in the sky at some point. He clearly remembered that it was cloudy just now. Wang Zixu hummed when he heard this, and then he and his father got in the car and drove around the Huanhe Drive outside the Wetland Park. Then they came to the nearby Wetland Park and saw many people coming for an outing. His father also said hello to a few acquaintances and introduced him to him. That was Old Li from the car repair shop, and that was Old Liu, the tailor... And throughout the whole process, Wang Zixu listened to his father's words, like an underage child. At this moment, he seemed to get a sense of stability, and he didn't know why. The two of them walked like this, and the father and son had a heart-to-heart chat about the current situation. For example, his father's farmhouse was in a loss-making state, and the number of customers would decrease in the summer. Wang Zixu suggested that they have some barbecue. For example, I heard that Wang Zixu won a literary award in the city. His father affirmed it and said that he was not young anymore and should find some interests as long as he didn't starve to death. When they walked to a gentle slope, they saw many people sitting on the slope. They also found a place to sit and looked at the old city of Xihe on the other side not far away. The wetland under the refraction of the setting sun exudes a charming light, attracting Wang Zixu's inspiration continuously... This is the first time that Wang Zixu sees the appearance of the old city of Xihe, and it is also a sudden inspiration to write the story of Xihe. This idea made him very happy, which was the happiness that inspired a literary man. His father saw his uncontrollable smile and didn't ask the reason. He was not a child anymore and he should be free when it was time to let go. The two sat quietly for a while, and his father said: "Okay, Zixu, I think the sun is going to set. You should go back early." After Zixu waved to him, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he said casually: "Dad, I will come to see you often in the future." His father also smiled when he heard this, and finally laughed and scolded him to get out. Seeing his retreating figure, his father murmured: "Son, Dragon Boat Festival, well-being..." Later, his father also began to buy Xihe newspapers and magazines in his spare time, and occasionally went to read the forum. After Wang Zixu returned, he went to the hospital once. The doctor told him to continue to maintain his condition, without any treatment, and he would get better slowly. After so many years, Wang Zixu seems to have forgotten what disease he had originally. Fortunately, a piece of good news made him forget about this matter. The short story he submitted to the province was awarded an award. He was very happy when he found out because he was recognized by more people. The moment he went to the provincial capital to get the trophy and certificate, it seemed unreal, and it seemed like he was slowly getting closer to his Nobel... #Go to Ruiyang in good health every year#

I have had an instinctive intuition since I was a child. Literature should be sharp, a blade that can cut through hypocrisy, a blade that can pick out human emotions, desires, and wills in words. Only in this way can people see their own souls and the souls of others clearly. So my favorite author is Lu Xun, because his writing is the sharpest. He is always full of anger, but he can use the plainest and most commonplace words and the simplest and easiest to understand rhetoric, which makes me feel a chill that goes deep into my bones when I read his writing. I know that it is the feeling of my soul being cut open. The colder the words are, the more I can feel the heat of the literati's heart who forged this sword. It is like a sharp blade that has been quenched and sharpened without a handle or scabbard. It is pure sharpness and beauty. So I longed to be close to him in everything I wrote. I imitated his artistic hamon in a clumsy way. I sharpened the rough blade and sharpened the tip until it could pierce the fingertips with just a light touch. However, my words were still too blunt, and I still could not penetrate the readers and my own soul with the sharpness and precision of a scalpel. I never understood why, but later I discovered that they just held the blade of my knife casually and jammed the rough and blunt edge with the thick horn. My knife had flaws, became a joke, and could no longer cut anything. After that, when I went to touch the knives that I thought were not sharp enough before, I just touched them lightly and my fingertips were cut open. It turns out that the blades of those knives are far sharper than I imagined, but their authors use unique-looking "sheaths" to store the sharp edges, and use a "handle" that feels gentle but hard to prevent the user from being easily scratched by the knife. In this way, the knife is no longer a sharp weapon, or a pure sharp weapon, but a handicraft that has deposited the fragments of the author's soul. Their blades are still left to viewers who are moved by their "sharpness" and delighted by their "sharpness". Just like the free part of this book, the "sheath" that is as approachable as a supermarket fruit knife contains a sharp blade that can tear apart the soul. Its "handle" is made of cheap solid wood material that is uniquely warm and delicate after being polished. The simpler the sheath and handle are, the more they highlight the sharpness and poignancy of the blade. So, I am very much looking forward to how sharp its blade can be. Because, this blade reflects the end point of "sharpness", the highest honor of literature, the Nobel Prize for Literature. Finally, here is my favorite unsheathed blade: Let's tear apart this fragile, unfettered, and hypocritical world! ! !

It was a lie that Wang Zixu said he was unhappy. He was in a lighter mood today. He couldn't help but think of a sentence he wrote when he was young last year: "An iron rod, iron shoes, and an iron horse can conquer the world." However, it has been so many years, and the youthful mentality has long since disappeared. Nowadays, when it comes to literary career, Wang Zixu only has the word "toughness" left. This is Wang Zixu's first successful draft, and it is also his first successful draft, and it is also his first successful draft in "The Yangtze River"! Compared to the Nobel Prize winner in literature, it is not much less. Although he was ecstatic in his heart, Wang Zixu had been used to being suppressed over the years, and the huge joy he showed on his face was just a slight smile. Zhixu was very grateful to Lin Feng, not only because Lin Feng was the first to tell Zizixu about the news. It was also because Lin Feng said to Wang Zixu, "You are qualified to apply for membership of the Literary and Art Association, and you must let me be your recommender." Lin Feng not only brought good news about being published in the magazine, but also recommended Wang Zixu to join the Literary Association, and there was no slight or contempt for Wang Zixu in his words. And Wang Zixu speculated that Lin Feng must tell him the news as soon as he saw him today because he was worried that he would be hit because he was not shortlisted. Wang Zixu looked at Lin Feng sincerely, "Brother Lin Feng, I can't thank you enough for your concern." Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh when he heard Wang Zixu's words, "Hey, we have the most common feelings between you. When I see you, I see another myself, my ideal self. Why do trivial matters matter?" Lin Feng is really happy for Wang Zixu. Who can know the loneliness of walking alone? There are two kinds of people in the world, one wants to hold an umbrella for you, and the other wants to tear it to pieces. Lin Feng is the former. So he came to Wang Zixu excitedly. My heart was all occupied by excitement. The only thing in my mind was Wang Zixu. He paid no attention to others. Lin Feng ran over as soon as he got off the car. So he didn't hear Director Gou's question, "Why did Mr. Lin come to us?" Zhixu had just gone to the work unit to submit his resignation application. He was about to tell Lin Feng about it. Moreover, when Wang Zixu and Wen Ming went to Jinling to develop, Xihe had Director Gou, Zhang Qian, and Shen Qingfeng, and there were too many obstacles. It seemed that this place was not suitable for Wang Zixu's development. Anyway, I won't be in Xihe anymore, so Wang Zixu doesn't want to join the Xihe Literary Association again. Wang Zixu was about to politely refuse, but was interrupted by Director Gou's angry provocation. Director Gou is really angry. Director Gou previously criticized Wang Zixu, but was provoked by Wang Zixu's smile. Director Gou was already angry. Seeing Lin Feng's arrival, Director Gou, who had always laughed with Lin Feng before, now became cold-hearted when he met Shen Qingfeng. But Director Gou still asked, "Why did Mr. Lin come to us?" Unexpectedly, Lin Feng's attention was entirely on Zizixu, and he went straight to talk to Zizixu, so Director Gou was ignored for the second time. Director Gou already had two levels of anger. Director Gou couldn't help but feel a layer of sourness when he heard that Wang Zixu's manuscript was selected for "The Yangtze River". In the complicated emotions that he could not explain, he chose provocation, rather than internal friction, external friction. Director Gou had to pick a provocation, but it must not be heard by the big leader, Director Mei, so Director Gou said it between Lin Feng and Wang Zixu. This picture makes the three of them very close. There was a "click" and it was photographed by a reporter. "Lin Feng, Wang Zixu, do you still want to join the association? To tell you the truth, Lin Luo will definitely win the first place. Shen Qingfeng will be the chairman of the association by then. How do you recommend Wang Zixu to join the association?" Lin Feng doesn't want to talk to Director Gou at all. Wang Zixu wanted to retort, but Lin Feng and Lin Feng instinctively did the same thing - they moved away from Director Gou at the same time. No way, being approached by someone you don't like will also have the instinctive reaction of "staying away". Seeing that he was ignored again, Director Gou's anger reached the third level, "Okay, okay, we'll see what happens!" Director Gou suppressed his blush and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth. Director Gou left, and Wang Zixu wanted to continue talking to Lin Feng about the previous topic, but was interrupted by Director Gou. He suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, so he started from "Wild Weeds" to "Yangtze River". When Lin Feng wanted to recommend him to join the Literary and Art Association, Wang Zixu remembered that he wanted to explain the situation and declined Brother Lin Feng's invitation, but was interrupted by the host's voice again. Director Mei sat down in the first row. In front of him stood a small sign with red background and black marks, [Mei Rucheng]. Then the leaders also sat down. The host began to speak. It started with the usual cliche mandarin. It was indeed a big battle. The sound of the speakers did not jar the ears, but it ensured that people in the back row could hear clearly. Zhixu said loudly to Lin Feng: "Brother Lin Feng, for many reasons, I have just submitted my resignation application." The sound of the trumpet drowned out Wang Zixu's voice. Lin Feng's eyes were blank at first, but after listening, he suddenly realized, "Yes, you can join the membership by submitting a paper application." Lin Feng said firmly. Zixu had sharp ears and knew that Lin Feng had heard the wrong words and had the wrong meaning, so he corrected him: "Brother Lin Feng, I am talking about a resignation application, not a membership application." Lin Feng couldn't guess what Wang Zixu said this time, so he pointed to his ear and said frankly: "Brother Zixu, I will talk about it later, I can't hear you clearly." The host finally finished his opening remarks, and when it came to the leader's speech, Mei Rucheng read out the script written by the secretary as usual. Then comes the announcement of rankings. Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo were sitting behind Mei Rucheng, and they could naturally see the ranking in Mei Rucheng's hand.

I have been a bookworm for more than ten years. I started reading novels under the banyan tree and became desensitized to all types of novels. But when I got to the tenth chapter of this book, I knew I was going to give up. The book is a good book, that's my problem. Before I was 20 years old, if I had been asked to read this book, I would have been very happy to read it. The writing, rhythm, narrative techniques, and plot are all very charming and deep. In my youth, it was ambrosia. If I were 50 years old, I could continue to read this book. The passion has passed, and I only miss the past years. I am already familiar with work, family, and children. Just wait for the end of your career to start step by step. This book is about my young self, which can be used for self-reflection and remembrance. But now I am 30 years old, and my income is not too high, just a little more than the protagonist. I have been married for many years, have few children, and am not busy with work. I just need daily necessities of food, rice, oil and salt. There is still passion for career, but not much. If there are no other fluctuations, I will probably stay in this position for the rest of my life. So when I see the protagonist, I always think of myself. A day's life is actually very tiring, but I can't bear it when I have to repeat my day's work and life while wandering in the illusory dreamland of a novel. So I said, the book is a good book, but it's my problem that I can't read it. A lot of words were deleted in the middle, and the original writing was less than a thousand words long. I thought about it later. Because this book is a good book, I would rather praise it than criticize it for my own reasons. I wish the author better and better as he writes.

Foreword: It took me a few days to read the latest version. After reading it, I didn't feel as relieved as I expected. Instead, the more I read, the more I felt it was awkward. The reason why I use the word "Ningba" is because I really don't know what specific words to use to intuitively evaluate its content and existence. Up to now when this book was written, it has screened out a group of its own audience, and even more widespread evaluations, that is, the works that were once criticized as literary youths are just the rejection of black fans, or the author's occasional illness. But this book is a literary youth book. Of course, this is not to belittle, but to characterize my follow-up reading and give it a small label. In this book, the protagonist is sick, the supporting characters are sick, and even the entire world view seems abnormal. It seems very distorted, but also very realistic. At least in the literary plot, this work shows people well what is the literary youth disease of literati. They resist others and themselves, but they also pursue the art in their hearts. It can be said that these things constitute an opposite, and the author uses his content to tell us that everything in this worldview has a counterpoint. The counterpoint of "opposites" Why do I say this? It is actually very simple. In this book, there is a very interesting setting. Everyone is related to each other. At least among the people he meets around the protagonist, they are either old classmates or old colleagues of old classmates. And these people, whether they are male or female, old or young, all have their AB side, such as the image of the "Innocent Poet". She is a genius in the new era of the Internet. She is already famous on the Internet at a young age. She has the need for honor, and also has her own cognition and aloofness. And before Chapter 30 of Volume 2, this character There is no difference from other talented female characters until the author wrote the B-side of her halo. Behind her hard work to make money is a bad mother. After only a hundred words, she stepped on the mud and saw the image of the bright moon under her feet. The image of the bright moon above her head was vividly described. In an instant, a character different from other female characters appeared on the page. As for the AB confrontation in this book, this is not the only character. It can be said that the author has characters who need this kind of character in the book, such as the self-reliant Diao Yiwen, and supporting characters such as Yan Zishan. Another example is the genius girl Chen Qingluo. These characters constitute every element of this worldview. They were all once people in real society, and they are the epitome of the social process. As we all know, art needs more reference than life, and online writing needs to compress all hedges. Therefore, when the author puts some figures in society into this work, letting them intertwine and collide, the reader finally sees a content structure of the online article that seems rigid but not intentional. Perhaps as a book friend said, the author was too rigid when describing the protagonist's slap in the face. But the composition of the work is like this. Art inherently needs to focus on description and create opposition to write the so-called slap-in-the-face drama. Of course, a certain book friend is right. The author's description is not advanced, and even a little deliberate. But if we put the description skills first, and then look at everything that happens in this story, it is not just like everything that happened to the protagonist in the story, the story he described is full of a corner of life, or even a semi-fictional story. Maybe you know that all of this is fake and coincidental, but after all, Internet articles need to be logical, but everyone has their own way of dealing with it, and life often does not need to deal with logic, and sometimes there is no logic. Therefore, in my opinion, the story written by the author is full of life and very practical, just like a human stage play. The stage play of "Human World" In other works, we often pay attention to no more than ten characters. The most important thing is to lay out the relationship network from the perspective of the protagonist, so that it is easy to judge the relationship between the characters based on the protagonist's preferences, and even ignore some NPCs and some unimportant supporting characters. But in this book, we can see a picture of all living beings. It does not reach the level of group portraits, because group portraits really describe the appearances of all living beings, and it does not simply describe the characters around the protagonist. As mentioned above, the relationships between the characters in this book are intertwined and spread out like a spider web. The center of it is naturally the protagonist, and it constantly expands the relationships between these characters and allows them to intertwine. What's more important is that the characters in this book are not a single image. They all have their own starting points and opportunities, and some of the characters' emotions are progressively expressed. They are not always good to the male protagonist, nor are they absolutely bad. In the author's writing, we see a complex and clear relationship between the characters in the small town of Xihe and the metropolis of the East China Sea. Every time they appear, we see the character's expression, emotional output, and even the good and evil of the male protagonist Wang Zixu. If we take a closer look at the entire story, you will find that the author's description skills may be a bit stiff, but his expression of the story is full of strength. Looking at the protagonist Wang Zixu and the living beings around him in the author's writing, you will see a "stage play" that is progressive but not panicked at all. It can even be said that the author's control of the main plot of the novel is the most skillful I have seen among mature writers, and he is also the best among the strongest echelons. In fact, when you see the author telling that he was once a genius and a high-spirited person, and later picked up this skill again, it can be said to be absolutely true, because you can see the author's sensitivity and even control from the words. Some things can indeed be seen, even if he is writing a novice. Although I have not read the author's last work, I can actually feel that the author is not regaining his skills, but breaking out of his cocoon, because the first twenty chapters and the last ten chapters of the current second volume can be seen that the author is making continuous progress. And this book will look different under the author's pen. The author is actually taking a literary route that is similar but different from the previous one. The postscript writer on a strange road I would like to call it the postscript writer on a strange road, because the first impression after reading the whole article is that the author is deeply influenced by traditional literature, has rigor within the framework of traditional literature, and has the ability to carve words. However, traditional literature has eventually fallen into self-fixation and the impact of the Internet. Therefore, as written in the work, the author writes on the Internet and constantly scrutinizes the similarities and differences in the types of works. And the author used a lot of literary jokes and literary knowledge to fill in this Internet article that seems to be full of literary youth. The result of this is that external people question whether they are complaining for nothing, and readers automatically attribute the content they see to higher-level online articles than Shuangwen. It is full of conflict, and has a genetic status that is different from traditional literature and online literature. It is very realistic to separate the authors and follow a path that no one seems to have taken. Of course, everyone stands on the foundation of their predecessors, sits on the fast lane of the times, and keeps moving forward. Therefore, at present, the path taken by the author is not simple. It is full of doubts, abuses, incomprehensions, and even slander. In the future, this situation will not get better because of the improvement of results. The future situation will only be that they raise questions and continue to learn from their predecessors, trampling on the author as a predecessor. This is the literati. Before this, all the author could present was to transform the literary masterpieces he had read throughout his life into the content of his work, and constantly deconstruct and reorganize the story until he presented a "fire in the stone". So every time I read it, I feel that Wang Zixu is slowly shining in a mediocre environment. Even though I know he is the protagonist, I am still full of expectations. And Chen Yeliang will also be looking for a future path in today's barren and trendy Internet environment, but I don't know if he will be the protagonist of the era, let alone whether this road has an end, and whether he can have the expectations as in the story. Of course, performance determines everything, and high-quality products are the witness. Although this road to the future is a strange one, it is also a road that requires constant exploration. Dirty Art As mentioned before, after reading this book, I did not feel relieved, but instead felt embarrassed. Of course, that was just the feeling after reading it. Now that I am writing this, I suddenly realized the positioning of this book, which is also the reason why I wrote this follow-up post. When I first started reading this book, I once said that it was absurd and true. I also said that it was like a relic of the industrial era. It was not noteworthy in appearance, but after opening it, you will be surprised by the rigor of the industrial era and the foresight of the initial stage of the industry. I once said that this book should not appear on the online writing platform, or that its appearance is a grain of sand that promotes the general environment. Although it is insignificant, it is enough to stir up something. Now that I see it, I still firmly believe that it is an absurd and true work. But I had made a mistake in my prediction. It is not an entertainment article among Internet articles. It is a new deconstruction of a traditional autobiographical article, or it can also be called as before - an alternative literary article. But seeing it now, I am even more convinced that this is a work of art, but it is not a relic of the industrial era, but a treasure among the people. Of course, such a definition is full of controversy, and it is not something that an unfinished work of less than a million words can bear. So I found a more precise expression to end this reading post. If today's online writing works are an industrialized and standardized commodity, then those successful and sought-after commercial articles are well-packaged commodities that can be sold at high prices. But a commodity is just a commodity after all. After reading Chapter 63 last time, I said that it is a product of the industrial era that is rusty on the outside but sophisticated on the inside. After 600,000 words, I think it is not an object or a commodity. It is more like a beggar outside Shili Foreign Market, but this beggar did not start out as a beggar. He also had a wealthy family, traveled across the ocean, and went in and out of Shili Foreign Market, until he lost all his wealth and became a beggar. But this beggar lowered his waist, but did not bend his knees. He still had profound knowledge and traveled beyond wealth to educate people on barren lands. Until one day someone recognized him and ridiculed him for not recognizing his status and claiming to be lofty, so people ridiculed him. Until one day someone saw that he was neither deaf nor stupid, but had fallen into this situation due to helplessness, so he wanted to make a profit, and this beggar also because someone wanted to make money for him and someone was willing to listen to what he saw and heard, he continued to exert his own value and prove himself to the world. It was not until later that everything about him became known to the world, and people began to understand him. Later, the beggar changed his image. He did not wear a suit and still looked slovenly, but what he saw and heard and his erudition amazed the world. Later, some people still despised him, but no one who came into contact with him could not help but be impressed, so he gave an accurate evaluation of the beggar's words and deeds. He was a twisted person, and his knowledge was a dirty art. Later, the classic image of this beggar was conveyed, wearing a patched top, a pair of torn bottoms, an unshaven face with unshaven hair, and always a cigarette in his hand. There were no dirty words in his mouth, and he was more knowledgeable about astronomy and geography. Although people at that time would despise his existence, people in later generations would consider him more of a relic in the palace of art, a relic that is not eye-catching but cannot be ignored. Just as this book feels like today, it is a strange book that is different from traditional literature and online literature, but it will become a special existence in the history of literature, an existence that will not be ignored. This is this book - "I'm Not a Literary Man", a strange book of 600,000 words. Written in the year of Jiachen Dragon, in the month of Jiaxu, on the day of Wuchen, on the twenty-ninth day of September

Just now, I tried streaking in this small city. Except for the wind, no one seemed to pay attention. My shouts, my extremeness, came out of my chest, but seemed to be speechless. Then, like a fanned dog, he limped.

This book is so popular that I stand on my head and poop