Plane Small Bookstore [System]

Lu Miaomiao was lying on the bed exhaustedly, her body was so tired that she didn't even want to move a little finger.

Now she knows how long it takes to walk from the city center to her rented house.

Five hours.

It is already noon.Since last night, she has not eaten a drop of rice.Her stomach was so hungry that she was cramping, but she didn't even have the strength to sit up.

She stared blankly at the dim ceiling, and unexpectedly remembered the aftermath of the conversation in the bookstore.

"Boring?" The young man shook his head, looking at her as if he was looking at some important person: "On the contrary. This book is really interesting, and it will be famous forever."

He said firmly: "And you will become a legend."

Lu Miaomiao was stunned by the young man's gaze, and her heart began beating violently uncontrollably.After a few seconds, her sanity finally came back.She lowered her eyes in embarrassment, and laughed at herself: "Don't be kidding me. What legends, no one reads my book. I'm just a low-level writer and dream weaver."

"How do you want ants who have never seen an elephant to realize the greatness of an elephant?" The young man looked at her with a clear and sad look: "It will take a long, long time, maybe after the elephant is gone, the ants When they live in a world without elephants, they will understand the greatness of elephants."

The young man lowered his eyes and sighed, whispering quietly: "But when elephants exist, all living beings are just ordinary."

Lu Miaomiao barely controlled her turbulent breathing, and asked eagerly: "But how do you know that ants are shallow, while elephants are great? And it is very likely that an elephant is not an elephant at all, and it is just an elephant trying to pretend to be an elephant." Ants that become elephants!"

Is she talented?

She used to believe that she was talented, but the world was vulgar and shallow, and couldn't understand her.

But she is now 30 years old.Down and out, nothing.

No one cares about the literary works she devoted her heart and soul to, but the works she wrote using the commercial routines she used to despise have become popular all over the country-although they are named by others.

The world is vulgar, and so is she.

"Because there are other animals in this world besides ants and elephants." The young man's eyes showed a transparent amber color under the light, and there was a warm smile in them: "They follow elephants and stay away from ants, so they can evaluate both objectively."

Lu Miaomiao raised her head and took a deep breath, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "Are you that kind of animal?" The woman fixed her gaze on the smiling young man with longing and hope, and asked repeatedly, "Are you?"

"Of course, I am. It is my greatest luck to meet you." The young man humbly bowed slightly to her, raised his eyes and looked at her seriously: "Ants are short-lived, so don't care about their opinions. Because big Elephants become history, and history is immortal."

It was difficult for Lu Miaomiao to describe her mood at that moment.It was as if she was walking alone in a dark and cold tunnel, she didn't know how long the tunnel was, and she didn't know what lay ahead of it.In the end, when she herself began to doubt whether her persistence was meaningful, someone suddenly ran over and lit a match for her.

The flame is weak and may go out at any time, and it cannot dispel the chill.

But for a moment, her path was illuminated.Let her see the light in the dark night.

Let her feel that it is great to be alive.

"Thank you." She didn't know what to say, so she could only repeat: "Thank you, thank you."

"I just made a correct evaluation." A hint of sarcasm flashed in the boss's eyes, "People didn't know how to appreciate his paintings until after Van Gogh died. Kafka was unknown all his life, and his works didn't come out until after his death. Ed Gar Allan Poe made a living out of writing, but was poor all his life..."

"Some people praise suffering, saying that suffering makes greatness." The young man raised his eyebrows, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more serious, "This is a paradox. Suffering is suffering, and it will not add more glory to greatness. Do great people have to Accompanied by suffering? Isn’t a great man who grows up smoothly from childhood not great?”

Lu Miaomiao looked at him in bewilderment, although she also felt that what the boss said made sense, but... "Who is Van Gogh, Kafka, Edgar Allan Poe?"

The boss choked, and for a moment the expression on his face was very complicated

"It's not important." The boss waved his hand and asked her an unexpected question: "I want to know if you have an agent?"

"Agent?" Lu Miaomiao was a word that was too far away from her. She said with a wry smile, "Where can an agent like me be a low-level writer?"

"Then what do you think of me?" The boss smiled, his eyes were full of self-confidence and wantonness enough to dispel Long Ye: "How about I come to be your manager? I will make you a legend."

……

"Lonely, I'mMr.lonely. Ihavenobodyformyown, Iamsolonely, I'mMr.Lonely..." The phone rang suddenly, interrupting Lu Miaomiao's thoughts. En's nervous voice: "Miao Miao, I recently drew a picture, do you want to see it?"

Xin Yuen is a painter.A painter who can't sell a painting.

Just as down and out as Lu Miaomiao.The same poor and unwilling.

Lu Miaomiao doesn't understand painting, but she can see the lonely and lonely soul in Xin Yuen's distorted paintings.Same soul as her.

"Okay, I'll go to your place tomorrow."

"Okay, let me introduce you to a friend by the way."

"...I'll bring you wine."

You don't need to see him to know that Xin Yuen's friends can only be weird people like him.The only thing in common between them is that they are equally down-and-out, and they also love drinking.

"Well, if it's okay, I'll hang up."

"...Wait a minute!" Lu Miaomiao subconsciously shouted, and then began to hesitate again.She didn't know if it was right for her to choose this way.

Xin Yuen waited for a long time, but did not see Lu Miaomiao answering, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"If... I mean if..." Lu Miaomiao's voice was hesitant with a strange excitement: "If there is someone who can understand your work, he wants to be your manager and swears that you will become a legend." If so, what would you do?"

Xin Yuen replied without hesitation: "Choose him as your agent."

Lu Miaomiao was dumbfounded by Xin Yuen's straightforward answer, and she quickly asked, "Why?"

"Because he understands your work." Xin Yuen's tone was astonished as if Lu Miaomiao was asking what 1+1 equals, and he replied confidently: "There are so few people in this world who can understand us, so everyone understands us." It deserves our trust.”

Lu Miaomiao let go of her frowning brows, and finally a comfortable smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "You're right."

"Tomorrow morning, take your favorite paintings and go to a place with me."

Xin Yuen complained displeasedly: "You just promised to come to see paintings at my place tomorrow, and I also want to introduce a new friend to you."

"Then take your new friend there too!" Lu Miaomiao's eyes were bright and her smile was bright: "Let's look at the paintings in a different place this time!"

■

"So..." Le Jing raised his eyes to look at the young man sitting straight across from him, and asked strangely, "You drew this?"

Xin Yuen nodded, with an artist's unique nervousness in his eyes, looking at the painting in Le Jing's hands gently, as if looking at his lover: "She is beautiful, isn't she?"

Le Jing turned his attention to the painting in his hand again, and a huge sense of absurdity rose in his heart.

'Le Ling. '

[I know, I have checked, this painting has never appeared in this world.In other words...]

Le Jing silently completed the second half of the sentence: "This person is the original work of this painting." '

"Yes, it's beautiful." Le Jing answered the youth's question with a wry smile.Can Van Gogh's "Starry Night" be beautiful?

He didn't know what was wrong with the world.

Those masters who shine in the history of human civilization have changed their appearance and lived with another gender and identity.And that doesn't detract in the slightest from their greatness and the work itself.

This is really a joke given by fate.

Xin Yuen looked at him stubbornly, his voice was a little dry because he hadn't communicated with outsiders for a long time: "From this painting, what do you feel?"

"Manic, melancholy, restless, and out of place." Le Jing calmly commented as an outsider: "The world is a whirlpool for you, and you are struggling in the whirlpool, trying to gain peace of mind, but it is futile."

Xin Yuen stared at him for a while, and for a moment Le Jing saw the blooming fireworks and burnt dust in his dark eyes at the same time.

This is a person who is extremely contradictory, but lives very clearly.

This is why he suffers so much.

"Xin Yuen." He nodded reservedly at Le Jing, which was a recognition of Le Jing.

"Le Jing." Le Jing handed the priceless painting in his hand to the great monster, and said sincerely: "It's an honor to meet you."

...a you with two ears.

"My name is Sang Qing." The woman who had been smiling and watching lazily nudged Xin Yuen with her elbow, "I'm this guy's friend, and he's barely a writer."

"I heard from Miao Miao that you want to be her manager?" She looked at Le Jing curiously.After getting an affirmative answer from Le Jing, she smiled: "You are really interesting. Do you like helping the poor?"

Lu Miaomiao blushed in embarrassment, this person's mouth is really annoying, if she had known on the way, she wouldn't have said so much to her.

"Of course not. If you knew you could get a diamond out of the mud with just a little reach, wouldn't you reach for it?"

"That's right, don't reach out." Sang Qing shrugged and said indifferently: "I don't care where Diamond loves to stay."

Le Jing said calmly: "I can't. I can't help but fish out the diamond, polish it carefully, make it shine, make it dazzling, make it fascinate all living beings, and make it immortal."