After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

After Jiang Baige finished speaking, she thought Gui Hongyan would laugh at her, laugh at her for being too young, laugh at her for overestimating her own abilities, or just stand there smiling at her with "I don't believe it" written all over her eyes.

But Gui Hongyan didn't, she seemed to be shocked by something.

“You are very persistent.”

Finally, Gui Hongyan said this.

Jiang Baige didn't understand what she meant.

"I've met many young literary people, literary enthusiasts, and so on. You can say whatever you want to say. You know who I'm talking about." Gui Hongyan shrugged. "But you're the only one who told me that I'd rather die than not write. Is that what you mean, Bai Ge?"

That's what she meant, but she was a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and then said "um".

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, it shows your determination." Gui Hongyan said, "What I said just now must have hit you, right? But to be a writer, it may be important to accept that not everyone will be your reader. The key is, you won't change yourself because of this, right?"

"I know the truth, but it's still hard to do it...especially, uh, hearing such words from a teacher." Jiang Baige added, "Of course, I'm not blaming you. I think it's good to be honest like this."

Gui Hongyan took out a notebook from the bookcase: "Let's put aside the readers' matters for now... Although your revenge novel is not my cup of tea, it doesn't mean that I will deny your idea."

"Is this a matter of me and the novel fighting to the death?"

"No." Gui Hongyan laughed. "That's your own business. I can only give you suggestions, but I won't interfere. Besides, will you listen to me?"

She lowered her head and opened her notebook. “I’m talking about what you told me last week, about wanting to write a novel about that kidnapping case.”

"Ah, yes..."

Jiang Baige's emotions were so fluctuating just now that she forgot about the important matter.

"I think whether it's a girl killing her father or a kidnapped woman escaping from the village, there is a similar core... freedom. You give them subjectivity, so that they no longer wait to be rescued, but save themselves."

After all, she is an associate professor, and she immediately grasped the core of what Jiang Baige wanted to express. No wonder she felt that the novel was not attractive enough.

"Since you don't want them to be passive, it's obviously most reasonable to write from their perspective. And since you don't want to focus on the victims, then if you write from their own perspective, wouldn't the scrutiny naturally focus on the perpetrators? Imagine that the story you write is what they see with their own eyes..."

"Then what I should write about is..." Jiang Baige tried to put herself in the perspective of Aunt An and Zhuang Yao, "their process of saving themselves?"

Self-rescue is a complex proposition, not a simple escape.

Aunt An tried to escape at first, but later gave up. She thought about death but gave up in the end. However, she never accepted her fate. Even after twenty years, she still wanted to leave that den of evil.

The opposite of her is Erzhu’s mother Yan Fang: her “self-rescue” has made her an accomplice of the perpetrator.

Zhuang Yao is another case. Her "self-rescue" is the scar, which is the cry of never giving up until the last moment in every desperate situation. And the choice she made when facing death and injury: hurt herself or be captured.

Compared to writing about how they were hurt, these parts make it more difficult for Jiang Baige to feel a kind of stubborn vitality.

And if they weren't being hurt, why would they fight so hard to save themselves?

Jiang Baige thought of Jingchai again: When a person is hurt, she will want to protect herself, and sometimes even have to deceive herself until she can no longer deceive herself...

If one cannot feel the hurt they have suffered when seeing their desperate counterattacks, then it can only be said that the spectators' own intentions and perspectives are not pure.

These people don't want to see the strength of women, but want to appreciate the fragility and anxiety they reveal when they are hurt, just like a hunter deliberately teasing his dying prey.

"But sometimes, I feel that I am not satisfied." Jiang Baige was a little embarrassed to show her "dark side". "Is it true that the meanest people are invincible in this world?"

"That's probably the case, but..." Gui Hongyan showed a sly smile, "Don't forget, you are a novelist."

novelist.

The three words Gui Hongyan said unintentionally made Jiang Baige shudder. But Gui Hongyan didn't notice it.

"If justice doesn't come in real life, and it doesn't happen in fiction, then what hope is there in this world?"

"But...it is not allowed to be published..."

"Little girl, learn to be more cunning. For example, when the protagonist is running away, the villain chases her and accidentally falls off a cliff. This is the way of heaven - to make up for the shortcomings of the rule of law. After all, the law cannot control the moral level."

Jiang Baige silently took out a small notebook from his pocket and wrote it down.

"Also, your novel about patricide... killing your own father is indeed a difficult thing to deal with. It is different from trafficking, because cheating is not a crime, it is a moral issue, or even domestic violence. If you want to impose a heavy sentence, you may have to beat someone to death... although the harm caused by these may not be less than that of crimes punishable by death."

"If it doesn't work, I'll give up..."

"How can you not fight for the opportunity to be published? Don't be a fool, kid. If it's not a last resort, you don't want to be an idealist who starves to death on the roadside, right?"

Jiang Baige suddenly understood why Gui Hongyan always asked her to find a job.

That was really a coincidence. She had indeed starved to death before, so this time, she really had to be obedient and not be too "aloof".

"Can't you add a twist to your story?"

"Hey?"

Jiang Baige didn't even notice that she was leaning forward, breathing rapidly, and looking in a state of urgency.

"She thought she killed her father, but she didn't. He was just seriously injured. But later, whether it was an accident or another enemy - wasn't her father a cheater? What if he offended someone he shouldn't have offended? Or if he broke some other law, he might go to jail, and the protagonist's mother would be better off divorcing and dividing the property, right?"

After saying this, Gui Hongyan concluded: "There are thousands of ways to take revenge. Why do we have to choose to die together unless it is absolutely necessary? However..."

Gui Hongyan suddenly looked at Jiang Baige and laughed: "You seem to be this type of person. You won't turn back even if you hit a wall, right? But for the characters you wrote...how about giving them a chance to live?"

Jiang Baige also looked at Gui Hongyan, but her mind was no longer filled with those empty, sad, and helpless emotions.

It was more specific, but the ideas and thoughts that were once floating around, and even the faces that served as the blueprint for her writing, began to solidify in her mind...