Changes in the environment will affect mood, and changes in mood will affect novel creation. In theory, writers are relatively fragile, and their adaptability to the environment is worse than that of some insects.

Therefore, Chen Qingluo insisted on writing the complete "Devotion of Beauvoir" at the Ningchun Yan family, and the Ning family also expressed their understanding. The Ning Chun Yan family is immersed in literature, and they are well aware of the writer's little quirks and respect her.

Quite magnanimous.

Kafka said in his diary that when he was writing "The Metamorphosis", due to an unexpected business trip, he did not finish the second half, which made him very sad - Kafka was the same, not to mention other people.

——Although "Metamorphosis" is already perfect, I can't see the impact of that business trip.

But Wang Zixu believed that if time could be turned back and Kafka was told not to go on that business trip, maybe he would be more confident in "The Metamorphosis". Because this book is infinitely close to the most ideal novel in concept. Compared with it

If it were to be perfect, it would have been written by the god of novels himself.

If there hadn't been that business trip, maybe Kafka would have had the confidence to submit "The Metamorphosis" to a newspaper, and it would definitely be published. Kafka would have become famous for it, and he would publish novels one after another—

—That way he doesn’t have to wait until his death to become famous.

Just a business trip affected a writer's life and caused an eternal tragedy in the history of literature. This shows how fragile the writer is.

Wang Zixu felt that he might follow in the footsteps of Kafka.

The last part of his novel was completed in the hospital. He was lying on a white hospital bed. The nurse came over every few hours to give him an injection with a very rough technique. There was an old man sleeping in the bed next to him, groaning and motionless all day long.

Just cough up phlegm.

All this made him very insecure.

He always had an illusion when he was writing. He always thought that he could escape from this place after writing the novel. Then he suddenly came back to his senses and found that the novel he was writing was not directly related to the hospital, so he was very frustrated. But he had to

Hurry and finish the novel before he recovers from his illness, otherwise his state will be interrupted again.

This sense of precariousness pervades his writing, making his entire novel like a lotus on a snow-capped mountain that may be blown to pieces by the cold wind at any time.

It stands to reason that this would inevitably lead to a separation of temperament between the front and back parts of the novel. However, after writing it, he reviewed it six to seven times and always felt that the whole text was coherent, very natural, and even a little perfect. He did not find any separation at all.

This may be because the tone of his novel itself is tense, and his state adds a sense of anxiety to the novel; but it is also possible that the hospital environment affected his judgment, leading to a mental disorder.

problem.

Anyone with creative experience knows that once you start to doubt your work, it will never end. This doubt will continue to expand like a snowball and eventually crush you.

Before the deadline, Wang Zixu almost gave up on himself. After revising and proofreading 26 times, he finally gave up on self-censorship, thinking that it would be better to just pounce on it than miss the deadline.

This novel was going to be published anyway. Even if he died, he would die standing up.

He was heartbroken and dialed Ning Chunyan's phone number.

…

When Ning Chunyan received a call from Wang Zixu, she was boredly combing Chen Qingluo's hair with her fingers, while Chen Qingluo was working on her desk as usual. When Wang Zixu's voice came out of the phone, Chen Qingluo's shoulders trembled obviously, but Ning Chunyan did not.

noticed.

"Hey, are you Wang Zixu? You actually take the initiative to call me. It's really strange. What do you want from me?"

Wang Zixu said: "I heard that you are the judge of this essay competition."

Ning Chunyan nodded: "Yeah, wait a minute... You didn't come to say hello through the back door, did you? Let me declare in advance that you refuse to seek connections through the back door. The review will be blind on the day of review, and your name will be anonymous. I can't help you."

Wang Zixu said quickly: "No... I mainly want to ask you something."

Ning Chunyan listened for a while and then understood his request: Wang Zixu's essay call had already been written. In principle, he should send the manuscript to his work unit, which would then collectively send it to the Literary and Art Association.

But if the manuscript is handed over to the work unit, it must go through Gou Yingbiao. The relationship between Wang Zixu and Gou Yingbiao is too tense, and no one knows whether he will secretly cause any obstacles, so he turned to Ning Chunyan to ask if there are any public

Submission channels.

"There must be channels for public submission, but it's troublesome to submit it there, and it's easy to get called back. You can just send your manuscript to me, and I'll hand it over to the Literary and Art Association directly."

Wang Zixu considered his words for a moment and then said: "Will this leave any clues?"

"Please, what's the reason? I can just forward your manuscript to an acquaintance, and I won't even read it."

Ning Chunyan felt that there was something cunning and cunning in Wang Zixu's cautiousness. Maybe it was his unique survival philosophy, and he didn't know what forced him to be like this.

Wang Zixu said: "Thank you, then. I originally planned to find Brother Lin Feng, but he might be busy with his creation, so I didn't dare to disturb him."

"You're afraid of disturbing him, aren't you afraid of disturbing me?"

"I feel like you should have more leisure time..."

"I feel offended by you."

"You must be too sensitive."

While combing Chen Qingluo's hair, Ning Chunyan said, "By the way, I've already voted for your film "The Yangtze River" on your behalf."

Wang Zixu said: "Oh. Thank you."

"Don't you ask why it is "Yangtze River"?"

Before Wang Zixu could answer, a sound like a slaughtering pig came from the background of the phone.

Ning Chunyan asked: "What are you doing over there?"

Wang Zixu said: "I am in the hospital. The bed next to me is giving injections, and something seems to have gone wrong. I have been hospitalized recently."

Ning Chunyan combed her hair with her fingers: "Are you sick? Why are you hospitalized?"

Wang Zixu said: "I'm a bit overworked."

Ning Chunyan played with Chen Qingluo's hair: "Which hospital are you in? I'll come over to see you."

"Ah? No need."

"Just tell me which hospital it is in, what floor and what bed number?"

Because she "failed to protect Chen Qingluo" last time, Ning Chunyan was forced to stay in seclusion with her for the past few days, and she was so depressed at home that she almost became moldy.

By using the excuse of visiting Wang Zixu, she could go out with peace of mind, otherwise she would really suffer from claustrophobia.

Under her strong request, the prince falsely reported his coordinates.

"I'll be there in half an hour. Don't leave the hospital for half an hour." Ning Chunyan joked with him.

Wang Zixu said a little tiredly: "Oh, I have to stay for one more day."

Ning Chunyan hung up the phone while humming a song, and suddenly found that Chen Qingluo was standing in front of the computer, her fingers hanging on the keyboard, motionless and dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Chunyan asked, "You don't really know Wang Zixu, do you?"

"I don't know." Chen Qingluo replied immediately. She continued typing on the keyboard as if she had been wound up.

It is etiquette to bring some fruit when visiting a patient. Ning Chunyan plundered some oranges and apples from home, and suddenly thought that according to Wang Zixu's character, it would be better to bring him some spiritual food instead of food. He was about to go to the study.

Looking for a book, she suddenly found Chen Qingluo lying on the edge of the door staring at her.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Qingluo shrank into the door, revealing only one dark eye: "Are you going to the hospital?"

"yes."

"oh."

Ning Chunyan felt that she was hesitant to speak, and suddenly thought that with her naughty personality, she might be waiting for him to invite her to go to the hospital with him.

"Why don't you come with me? You're not in the mood to write now anyway."

"Who said that?" Chen Qingluo went back to the room.

"..."

Ning Chunyan shrugged and went downstairs. Looking up, she found Chen Qingluo standing on the balcony staring at her sadly.

She shuddered: "What are you doing? This woman is so scary!"

She put her hands in front of her mouth and shouted: "Come down! I'll wait for you!"

Chen Qingluo disappeared from the balcony. After a while, Ning Chunyan received a text message: "I'm not going."

"..."

Ning Chunyan was not her boyfriend, so he had no energy to guess her thoughts. As she walked on the road, she thought, Chen Qingluo, a weirdo, didn't know who she would marry in the end.

No matter who she would marry, she would pity that man anyway.

Wang Zixu hung up the phone and stared blankly at the wall, putting his notebook aside.

After finishing writing the manuscript yesterday, he fell asleep for a full 12 hours, as if he had saved up all the sleep he owed in the previous two days and slept together.

"Hello, I brought you something to eat."

Ye Lan walked in with a lunch box in her hand. She was wearing a long aqua suspender dress today, and her figure filled the dress completely.

Wang Zixu was stunned. He didn't expect that Ye Lan would come here today.

The woman put the lunch box on his small table, sat down beside him with a huff, made a small fan with her palms, and unbuttoned her clothes to fan herself: "It's so hot."

"Didn't you say you can't come over today?" Wang Zixu asked.

"Originally I didn't plan to come over," Ye Lan drank water, "but being idle is idle. Besides, taking care of our company's core assets is also one of my jobs."

"How about Qingyan over there?"
To be continued...