Plane Small Bookstore [System]

Just after dawn, the People's Park was bustling with activity, most of them were morning exercisers, and Qu Guangqian was one of them.He danced the Tai Chi sword for a while and broke out in sweat.At the end of the game, he saw a group of old men crowded in the chess corner from afar, and the fierce applause tickled his heart.

He knew that those old men must have met a master who yelled so loudly.He ran over excitedly, looked over with his feet through the crowd of onlookers, hehe, it was Old Wang playing chess with a young boy.

This lad is a new face, and he sees him here for the first time.But at a young age, his chess skills are really good.In just a few minutes, Lao Wang was killed without leaving any traces.

"It's a promise." Even if he won, the young man's expression didn't look arrogant, he smiled and found a way for Lao Wang to step down: "I also took advantage of the youth, if you were dozens of years younger, I would definitely not your opponent."

Qu Guangqian pushed aside the crowd, "Come on, young man, let's play a few hands."

As the saying goes, chess quality is like character, and old-school cultural people like Qu Guangqian like to figure out the heart and character of chess players through the board.

The lower Qu Guangqian got down, the more satisfied he was.He had already noticed it when he was watching chess just now, and now he played a game with this young man himself, and finally proved his judgment - this young man is thoughtful and scheming, he calmly gave the enemy a thunderous blow, Not in the pool.

"General." The young mobile pawn ate his handsomeness, and there was still a calm and gentle smile on his face: "I have accepted it."

Qu Guangqian was convinced, "Young people are awesome, young people are awesome."

Lao Wang also shook his head and sighed: "Old Qu, Lao Qu, you have disappointed me so much. I still hope that you can win me back!"

"It's up to you to win the round." Qu Guangqian choked, "I'm not that capable."

Qu Guangqian joked with his old friend and did not forget about this young man.All the old friends spoke highly of this young man who had the ability to advance and retreat, and everyone chatted with each other immediately.

Qu Guangqian is the chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and his old friends are also seniors in the provincial cultural and entertainment circles, so everyone's chatting turned to literature and art.What surprised Qu Guangqian was that this young man could easily follow their topics, and he could also give philosophical answers to some of their questions. It can be seen that he is as knowledgeable as they are.After doing this several times, everyone put down their stance of pointing him, and began to mingle with his peers.So they chatted about the book they had read recently.

"What books have you read recently?" Qu Guangqian said a little depressed: "If there are any good ones, please recommend them to the old man. I have been in a shortage of books for a long time."

Although dream novels woven by dream weavers are popular now, old-fashioned people like Qu Guangqian, although they are also excellent dream weavers, still read traditional books from time to time.It's just that there are fewer and fewer in-depth traditional works on the market now, replaced by countless dream novels of mixed quality.Qu Guangqian was really depressed.

Le Jing casually said, "I've been reading "1984" and "Animal Farm" recently. I think these two books are pretty good, but they are a wonderful satire on human society amidst the absurdity. It makes the hair stand on end when I read them." , chills down the spine. I think the authors of these two books are either geniuses or lunatics."

When he said this, Qu Guangqian was completely interested, "I have never heard of these two books. Who is the author?"

"Lu Miaomiao." The young man said a name that made everyone present feel unfamiliar, and said with burning words: "She has been a traditional writer for several years, but she has been unknown. This is really a loss for the world's literary world."

Qu Guangqian half-jokingly said: "You praise her so hard, don't you have something to do with her?"

To his surprise, the young man simply nodded and admitted: "I am her manager and also her fan." The young man showed an embarrassed smile: "That's why I can't help recommending her books to others. .I think her book will become a classic, but Bole is missing now."

A gleam flashed in Qu Guangqian's eyes, his smile was slightly restrained, and he looked at the young man with a less affectionate gaze than before, "Do you think we will be her bole?"

If this young man used them as a springboard and approached them with such ulterior motives, he would be very disappointed.

Of course, Le Jing saw the indifference of Qu Guangqian's smile. He didn't explain anything, but lightly recited the content of Chapter 1984 of "1": "It's a clear and cold April day, and the clock has just struck thirteen Exit. Winston Smith slid through the glass doors of the Victory Building, chin pressed against his chest, trying to escape the cold wind, but not fast enough to prevent a swirling cloud of dust from following him through the door... "

Qu Guangqian's expression gradually became serious from disapproval at the beginning.His instincts were screaming: This is going to be a good story!He collected his mind and concentrated on listening to the story.

"...you can only live on the assumption—from habits that have become instinctive, that you have already lived like this: that every sound you make is heard, that every movement you make is In the dark, there are always people watching carefully..."

"...what he's going to start doing is keeping a diary. It's not illegal to keep a diary (nothing is illegal because there's no law at all), but if found out, it's justifiably punishable by death or at least 25 years' imprisonment Reeducation through labor..."

"...Down with Big Brother, down with Big Brother, down with Big Brother, down with Big Brother, down with Big Brother, over and over again, half a page full..."

Amidst the young man's light and calm voice that was almost creepy, a little bit of coolness spread from Qu Guangqian's back along the muscle texture of his whole body, condensing into countless goose bumps all over his body.His scalp was tense and his brain was numb, as if someone had lifted his skull and was licking his brain.

He shivered slowly, subconsciously looking around in fear, as if there really was a big brother watching their every move all the time, and the thought police were spying on their brains all the time.Then he saw the scared and frightened faces of his old friends—the same expressions as his.

This young man didn't use any speech skills, nor was he a dream weaver, but he easily led them into the world of articles.To use the terminology of dream weavers, it means that they "entered the dream" at the same time.

There is no need for any pretense, the article itself is enough to touch people's hearts, it has a strange magic that can make people "dream".

These all-powerful seniors in the literary world are sitting like elementary school students, eagerly listening to Le Jing's speech, so hungry that they don't want to give up a word.

"... Then there was a knock on the door outside. It was here! He sat motionless like a mouse, hoping in vain that whoever knocked would go away. It was not so, The knocking continued. The worst thing was the delay in opening the door. His heart was beating like a drum, but his face was probably still expressionless from long habit. He stood up and walked heavily toward the door. go."

Le Jing stopped reciting, calmly met countless pairs of terrified eyes, and said lightly: "Chapter 1, it's over."

"And then? And then???" Qu Guangqian was dripping with cold sweat, his voice was almost a whisper, as if afraid of being heard by others: "Who is behind the door?"

Le Jing stood up and said irresponsibly, "I'll wait until you buy the book and read it yourself." He showed a sly smile to Qu Guangqian who was rarely in a daze: "It's getting late, I should go." He took out a business card from his pocket and put it on the table, "If you want to meet the hen after eating the eggs laid by the hen, then call the number on the business card."

Le Jing walked away lightly, leaving behind a group of old men who were half terrified and scratching their hearts out wanting to know the next storyline.

Qu Guangqian quickly put the business card into his pocket, "I'm going first!"

"Hey, hey!!!" Lao Wang also came to his senses, and quickly chased after him: "Old Qu, you are not kind! Why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!"

"The old man is in a hurry to go back and buy books! Hurry up!"

He doesn't know whether the author of "1984" Lu Miaomiao is a madman or a genius.But he can be sure of one thing - the author will be a master-level figure with a long history in the future.

After a few years, people will not remember his name Qu, but people are destined to remember Lu Miaomiao's name!

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Lu Miaomiao was sitting in the bookstore, staring at the pages of the book with wandering eyes, obviously out of her mind and not reading.

"Hi!" Sang Qing patted her on the shoulder carelessly, which startled her: "What are you thinking? So lost?"

Lu Miaomiao glanced at the uninvited elder sister helplessly, and said honestly, "I wonder what Boss Le is doing?"

Xin Yuen interrupted and said, "Didn't he say he was going to promote your work?"

Mentioning this, Lu Miaomiao felt a little guilty: "Where did he sell it? Don't sell it door-to-door?"

Sang Qing touched her chin, "It's too cheap." She said with a smile that had nothing to do with her, "But this can be regarded as a little bit of your popularity."

Lu Miaomiao was finally annoyed.

She asked coldly: "You said you are a writer, have you written any masterpieces?"

Sang Qing shrugged, "I'm not as good as you, I'm not a writer. It was just a fluke to publish an article in a magazine before."

Lu Miaomiao took a deep breath, and before she uttered more bad words, Xin Yuen laughed out loud: "That's why I've been wondering. Your article is so well written, why didn't you publish it?"

Lu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, she believed in Xin Yuen's vision, since he agreed, then Sang Qing's article was not much worse than hers - at least not worse than hers.

"Because it's boring and meaningless." Sang Qing said in her usual nonchalant tone: "I write for myself, not for others."

Xin Yuen was silent for a while, took out his mobile phone, and asked, "Can I show Lu Miaomiao your work?"

"Whatever you want." Sang Qing's voice suddenly had a kind of indifference and melancholy isolated from the world: "Not many people can understand anyway."

Lu Miaomiao connected her mobile phone, and saw the title in black at the beginning of the document: "Deformation Meter".

The author has something to say:

Don't compare Lu Miaomiao and the others with those great masters in history.Because of the differences in space, times, and backgrounds, their personalities and ideas are actually different. You can regard them as brand new people.

And, yes, the prototype of Miss Sang Qing is Kafka.

As for guessing Osamu Dazai, I can only say that you guessed wrong.

Osamu Dazai's character, I think, is similar to Ye Zang's character in "No Longer Human". In my opinion, "No Longer Human" is the autobiography of Osamu Dazai in a sense.The Osamu Dazai I imagined should be full of neurotic nervousness, and his eyes are not so simple as a god, but rather empty, empty, and nothing.

As for Kafka, sometimes I think our personalities are a bit similar.

It looks safe and sound on the surface, maybe he is still a cheerful and normal person, but in the dead of night, we are silently breaking down and despairing, so we can only use writing to vent our emotions and escape from reality.

Are you putting gold on your face by saying this? 233333

It’s obviously my personality flaws, compared to Kafka, I feel like I’m getting more western 233333

And the saddest thing is that I don't have Kafka talent (sad)

You don't have to worry about my emotional problems. I almost got depression for a while, but I have come out now.And thanks to this experience, I feel that I can understand some things better.It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.