Little Prince: [Since your ears are red for me, please don’t show my name on your face again. If people know that a noble, decent and elegant literary girl like you has been contaminated by me, I’m afraid I will be picked out and hung on a wire.

On the pole.]

Qiu Ge "Huhu" snickered: "What era are we in now? It's not like before, telephone poles have not been used in that way."

Little Prince: [I'm still afraid. That era has passed, but the telephone poles in people's hearts are still alive. In this era, don't be elegant. If you are already vulgar, vulgar and lawless, people will not care about you. If you are famous for your elegance,

On the contrary, people will hold you to the standards of a saint, and if you are not careful, you will be hung on a telephone pole.]

Autumn Song: [Despicableness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. This has always been the case.]

Little Prince: [It’s always been like this.]

Qiu Ge: [But don’t worry, if you are hung up, then I will definitely be hung up next to you. With a beauty like me by your side, you should rest in peace. 】

The little prince: [The thief hangs next to Jesus, and the gangster hangs next to the beauty. Well, they match well.]

Autumn Song: [It’s a good match.]

Little Prince: [What meeting are you having?]

Qiu Ge: [I’m giving a lecture to a group of online writers. I’m teaching them how to create characters. But I don’t think they need it at all.]

Little Prince: [Why is it not needed? 】

Qiu Ge: [Because Internet writing only requires emotion and speed. Internet writing is not about meticulous craftsmanship. Even a fool can make money by writing 20,000 words a day.]

The little prince said: [Then why do you need to teach them? 】

Qiu Ge: [I don’t know, it’s just the leadership’s arrangement. Maybe the leaders think they need some cultural influence. Anyway, I think they look at me like they’re looking at a fool.]

Little Prince: [Then they are going too far.]

Qiu Ge: [It’s okay, I treat them as fools too. We are even.]

Wang Zixu raised his head, and saw a gust of wind blowing by, and the fallen leaves on the ground began to rustle. The heat in his heart dissipated a little, and in the distant place where the sun was fierce, the heat was still distorting his vision. He saw an old man wearing a singlet in the heat wave.

Walking down, it looks like a small dot.

In this small world, everyone is striving for recognition, but they don’t bother to identify with others, so everyone lives so tiredly. In fact, lying down and standing is a lifetime, and there is no need to point out how other people live.

point.

Wang Zixu thought: My thoughts are really close to that of a saint.

Little Prince: [About ninety-two percent of writers believe that only they are right, and other writers are so wrong that they are not good. So you don’t have to blame yourself.]

Qiu Ge: [Why do you have such detailed data? 】

Little Prince: [This is what Haruki Murakami said. Maybe he is talking nonsense.]

Autumn Song:【Okay.】

The little prince: [I would like to hear how Teacher Qiuge teaches.]

Qiu Ge: [Okay! Then it’s my turn to teach you! 】

Qiu Ge told him that her best way to create characters is contrast.

The beautiful one makes her vicious inside, the ugly one makes her soul noble - this classic contrast is out of date, Hugo has worn it out, and her contrast needs to go even further.

Those who charge forward will be spit on in the back; those who fight all their lives will make them sick and old; those who are romantic and passionate will make them betrayed; those who are devoted to the truth will have their ideals disillusioned; those who have everything will still have more, and those who have nothing will always have nothing.

; The revolutionaries fall on the eve of victory, and the rebels end up living in mediocrity.

After Wang Zixu heard this, he said, "It's quite good. But it's more heroic than compassionate."

Qiu Ge was a little unconvinced and said, "Then how did you create the character, my little prince teacher?"

Wang Zixu said it and wrote it according to the characters.

Qiu Ge smiled and said, this is the same as what my high school Chinese teacher said.

Wang Zixu said, that means your high school Chinese teacher’s level is not low. What I mean by writing close to the character is to do it to the extreme. You will completely become that character, not as a god playing with his life, but as an immersion

Observe the whole world from his perspective.

When you go to the most extreme, you can even feel this person beside you, every frown and smile, lifelike. He will react to your every action, and what he says seems to really condense his entire life experience.

Qiu Ge was fascinated when he heard it, but also a little worried: "Won't this cause schizophrenia?"

"Darwin, have you heard of it?" Wang Zixu said, "Human beings have countless evolutionary branches in the long history of evolution, and the genes of these ancestors are latent in human genes. Therefore, human beings, as advanced animals, are the most flexible and changeable

. Human beings should be able to become any creature and anyone."

Qiu Ge said: "You are so crazy that people are fascinated."

Wang Zixu said some clever words of love to her again, which made Qiu Ge feel intoxicated, crazy and happy at the same time. Wang Zixu didn't like teasing her. She spent a lot of money on billing. She accepted people's money and people.

Eliminating disasters is Wang Zixu’s spirit of service.

Unknowingly, the time agreed with Lin Feng came. Wang Zixu said goodbye to Qiu Ge, got up and went to "Xin Rong Ji", and soon met Lin Feng.

He sat outside for more than an hour, his face flushed red from the sun. Lin Feng greeted him, asked about what happened in the morning, and went to the Literary and Art Association with him.

"Actually, you have to be more shameless in the system." Lin Feng said, "The more shameless you are, the more you can get along, and you will gain face if you get involved. The more shameless you are, the less shameless you will be. In the end, only you will feel shameless.

Others think you are embarrassed."

Wang Zixu nodded: "I have experienced it for a long time. However, I think that way of living is not cool."

Lin Feng burst out laughing: "I really envy you. This kind of scholarly energy makes me feel like I have been bent over by life. But don't resign!"

Wang Zixu said: "I have no plans to resign just yet."

Lin Feng said: "Why resign? How great would it be if you were paid to engage in creation? The group of people you mentioned today, do you think they are indifferent? They also want face, but do you think they will resign? No.

They didn't refuse, but you, who spoke out for justice, resigned, then this world is strange."

Wang Zixu nodded: "I did care too much about other people's opinions of me before."

Lin Feng said in a low voice: "Besides, the management of career editors is not so strict. You usually do side jobs to earn a little money, and your work is easy. Many people would envy you. You can't find trouble for yourself in life."

Wang Zixu nodded: "Thank you, Brother Lin. I have thought clearly now."

When the two arrived at the Literary Association, Lin Feng went upstairs in three steps and passed through a corridor with a sense of era. The two came to a door with a sign of "Editorial Department of Xihe Literature and Art" and opened the door.

enter.

"Jiang! Hahaha..."

A happy voice came from the door, and there were two big butts sitting on the table. Of course, Wang Zixu could only see one of them. Facing him was a gentle boy wearing glasses, with his hair turned back to him.

Sparse. After seeing the two of them come in, the gentle boy with glasses patted the half-bald man on the shoulder, and the two put the chessboard away in tacit agreement.

"Hey, Mr. Lin!" The half-bald man jumped off the table and came over with a smile on his face, "A rare visitor! What brought you here?"

"Wood Rain Forest Wind."

Lin Feng told a very cold joke, and Wang Zixu laughed next to him.

The half-bald man laughed and said, "Isn't it time to get off work soon? Let's have some fun. This is the new Xiao Ai."

Lin Feng said: "It's okay, Old Chen, I have always been aware of and admire your work style."

The elegant boy wearing glasses next to him said, "I'm going to pour some water." Then he walked away.

Lin Feng introduced to Wang Zixu: "This is Lao Chen, Chen Qiaosheng, the only designated editor of "Xihe Literature and Art"."

Chen Qiaosheng waved his hand: "Now I'm not the only editor, Xiao Ai is here."

Lin Feng added: "This is my friend Wang Zixu. He is very talented. I am coming here this time just to ask about him."

Chen Qiaosheng's expression changed. Lin Feng tried his best to tactfully tell Wang Zixu about the failure of his submission. Chen Qiaosheng picked his head and said:

"Are you sure you didn't reject the manuscript?"

Wang Zixu shook his head.

Chen Qiaosheng said: "If the manuscript is not rejected, then it is passed."

Wang Zixu said: "But my article has not been published."

Chen Qiaosheng glanced at him and walked to a table. There were several newspapers on the table, which were bulging like small hills, and there were some sundries placed there.

He reached out and lifted the newspaper, and the newspaper fell to the ground, revealing everything on the table, pile after pile, all of which were manuscript papers.

Chen Qiaosheng took a picture of one of the piles and said: "This pile has been passed and is in the queue."

Chen Qiaosheng patted another pile and said, "I haven't had time to look at this pile yet, and I'm still reviewing it."

Wang Zixu looked up and saw that the two piles of manuscript paper were equally towering, and the number was awe-inspiring.

Chen Qiaosheng said: "If nothing else happens, your manuscript will be in these two piles. You can go find it yourself."

Wang Zixu and Lin Feng looked at each other and felt that it was easier to shake a mountain than to shake a manuscript.

Chen Qiaosheng said: "You can hold it on the ground and turn it over, as long as you don't mix up the two piles."

Wang Zixu sighed. Suddenly, he saw a calf sticking out from the door of the office like a scabbard.

The calf is well-proportioned and strong. On the foot is a pair of lake blue high-heeled shoes with a long and pointed heel. The instep is white and the shape of the blood vessels makes Wang Zixu feel quite familiar.

Perhaps noticing the look in Wang Zixu's eyes, the woman hiding outside the door stopped hiding, turned around and jumped out, her hands behind her back, her body filled with youthfulness.

"Hey! That married guy! What a coincidence! We met here!"
Chapter completed!