Plane Small Bookstore [System]

Three days later, Lu Miaomiao received a call.

An old gentleman who claimed to be the chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles called her, praised her works loudly, and strongly urged her to attend the works discussion meeting of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, where they would study her works.

Lu Miaomiao put down her phone, still a little dizzy.She looked blankly at Le Jing who was sitting on the side drinking tea, and asked loudly, "How did you do it?!"

Le Jing put down his glass, and his calm smile subconsciously calmed Lu Miaomiao: "I didn't do anything, I just read your article to them."

"It's really that simple?" Lu Miaomiao still couldn't believe it: "But I also asked my teacher... Zhong Mengfu to help me show my work to other seniors, but they all said that what I wrote was rubbish. "

Le Jing narrowed his eyes, "Excuse me, did they tell you in person?"

"No...no," recalling that humiliating past was not easy for Lu Miaomiao, she said with a pale face, "It was Zhong Mengfu who told me about it, she..." Lu Miaomiao Miao Miao opened her mouth, but still couldn't get out what Zhong Mengfu said.

Every word of Zhong Mengfu is a public execution for her personality.She would always humiliate Lu Miaomiao in front of everyone in the studio.Several times, she even considered giving up writing.But writing has become a part of her life, and she can't give it up.So I gritted my teeth and persisted.

The phone rang again, and Lu Miaomiao almost jumped up when she saw the three characters "Zhong Mengfu" on the phone screen.

"Why does she still have the face to call me!" She yelled in despair, subconsciously looking at Le Jing: "Should I pick it up?"

Le Jing looked at the phone expressionlessly, her eyes were dark and dangerous that she had never seen before, she couldn't help but wince.

"Accept." Le Jing said, "Listen to what she said?"

Lu Miaomiao was depressed for a moment, and when she connected the phone, Zhong Mengfu's aggressive and shrill voice immediately came out: "You're done! I told you it's over! You've been absent from work for a week! Why, I paid you just to let you go!" Do you eat rice? I used to think that for a waste like you, going to work on time is your only redeeming feature! Now it seems that you don’t even have this redeeming feature? Then what’s the point of your life? Why are you still alive?!"

Lu Miaomiao's expression weakened visibly, she argued in a humiliating whisper: "Obviously you stole my work..."

"Steal?! Are you really ashamed to say it?" Zhong Mengfu snapped: "Who do you think you are? Who am I, Zhong Mengfu? Wolf!"

Le Jing directly snatched the phone from Lu Miaomiao, suppressing deep anger in a calm voice: "Hello. I am Lu Miaomiao's manager. I want to tell you that Miaomiao has resigned. If you Harassing and insulting him, I'm afraid I can only use legal means to solve the problem." Not listening to the woman on the phone yelling, Le Jing hangs up the phone neatly.

He was weird before.As long as anyone with the most basic literary literacy can see the amazing ideological value in the two novels "1984" and "Animal Farm", but why Lu Miaomiao has been unknown, poor, and even a genius? Negative about her work.

Now everything is clear, the culprit is Zhong Mengfu.

He looked up at Lu Miaomiao, who couldn't help but feel anxious, and Zhong Mengfu had completely become her demon.If she can't defeat her, Lu Miaomiao will live in her shadow for the rest of her life, and she will never be able to gain confidence.

"You don't have to be afraid of her. If you want me to say, she has been afraid of you all along."

Such a statement made Lu Miaomiao feel refreshed: "...what?"

"You thought Zhong Mengfu showed your work to others, but in fact she didn't." Le Jing's smile was a little darker for no reason: "She is afraid of your talent, so she desperately insults and insults you with words, hoping to be able to Therefore destroy you."

"She's just a mouse in the gutter. Because she's jealous of the sun's brightness, she deliberately tries to slander the sun." Le Jing sneered contemptuously: "But the sun is the sun after all, and it won't lose its brilliance because of the slander of the mouse."

Lu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment.She is not a stupid person, on the contrary, she is quick thinking and talented.It's just that I have been trapped by the shadow of the past, and become inferior and suspicious.Now Le Jing's words have completely awakened her.Only then did she slowly recall many suspicious points in the past.

For example, every time after reading her works, Zhong Mengfu is abnormally manic and hysterical, and every time he attacks and insults her, the resentment and pleasure in Zhong Mengfu's eyes...

If her works are really that bad, why do the seniors of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles agree with and love her works so much?

Lu Miaomiao's chest heaved violently, "She bastard! Bastard!" Her good upbringing could only make her keep uttering the curse word "bastard".She stood up abruptly, "I'm going to find her!"

"Come on." Sang Qing, who had been lying quietly on the sofa, sat up, with cold sadness and sarcasm in her eyes: "Even if you look for her, you can't do anything." She looked up at the ceiling, eyes slowly Turn slowly to empty: "Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, and despicable is the pass of the despicable."

Lu Miaomiao was silent for a while, and muttered unwillingly, "At least it's good if I scold her."

"You? Scolding?" Sang Qing sneered, "Just because of your bastard words?"

What surprised Le Jing was that Lu Miaomiao didn't quarrel with Sang Qing this time, but sat down resentfully, and muttered unwillingly, "Forget what you said makes sense."

Le Jing quickly comforted her: "You don't have to deal with her yourself. Your success is the greatest revenge for her."

To him, Lu Miaomiao is precious porcelain, and Zhong Mengfu is dirty mud.For mud and rocks, just kick them away with one kick, and it is really not necessary to use porcelain.After all, it would be an intolerable loss for Le Jing even if a crack was knocked open by a stone on the porcelain.

... It is enough for him to deal with the villain. Lu Miaomiao only needs to write with peace of mind, and doesn't have to dirty the pen's hand for such a villain.

Lu Miaomiao pursed her lips and asked unconfidently, "Can I?"

"Of course." Le Jing gave an affirmative answer: "I believe this is like believing the truth."

Seeing that Lu Miaomiao's mood had calmed down, Le Jing glanced at Sang Qing who was sitting on the sofa suddenly thinking, and asked with a smile, "When did the relationship between you two get so good? Didn't you just meet each other before?" Just tit for tat?"

Lu Miaomiao touched her nose in embarrassment when she heard the words, and said awkwardly: "I suddenly found that she is quite talented."

A flash of surprise flashed in Le Jing's eyes, and it seemed that Sang Qing did have some real skills for Lu Miaomiao to make such an evaluation.

Lu Miaomiao stared at Sang Qing's thin face lost in thought, and remembered again the shock that "Metamorphosis" had given her.

"Metamorphosis" is a dream novel.

The moment she saw the title on her phone, she was already in a dream.

Her soul seemed to be split in two.Sometimes the story is viewed from the perspective of a bystander, and sometimes she is the protagonist—Gregor, a salesman who has turned into a beetle.

Genius is common.

Because they are equally lonely, equally ahead of the times, equally sensitive, sober and painful.

If her "1984" and "Animal Farm" were about power, then about power.If it is a criticism and satire of the system, then "Metamorphosis" talks about how people are changed and alienated by society.

Through "Metamorphosis", Lu Miaomiao seems to understand Sang Qing a little bit.

Lu Miaomiao's favorite poet Whitman once said: "You have to understand that there is not a characteristic in what you write that you don't have. If you are vicious or vulgar, you can't hide it. If you like A footman waits behind your chair at mealtimes, and that is reflected in your writing too.... The slightest defect in your mind will never hide from what you write, no matter what gimmicks, tricks, or methods you use .”

No matter how calm and objective they are, and how far they are from the outside world, when a person starts writing, their works are more or less a reflection of their character and situation.

"Beetle" is the projection of a certain personality of Sang Qing.The contradiction between "humanity" and "inhumanity" in her body, the struggle between "individuality" and "publicity" are all writhing and screaming between the lines.

Lu Miaomiao sympathized with her and admired her.She also understood why Xin Yuen and Sang Qing, who seemed to be diametrically opposed, became friends.

They also love their career with their lives.

So since then, Lu Miaomiao has tolerated Sang Qing more.This is a privilege for her talent.

"Your "Deformation Meter" is really great." She couldn't help asking Sang Qing: "Are you really not considering publishing it?"

Sang Qing didn't refuse this time, but said thoughtfully, "Let me think about it."

The words "Metamorphosis" deeply hit Le Jing.

When it comes to "Metamorphosis", he can only think of one person - the genius Austrian writer Franz Kafka!

Le Jing looked at Sang Qing in shock, his heart pounding. After the female version of George Orwell, is there a female version of Kafka?

He couldn't wait to ask: "What story does "Metamorphosis" tell?"

Lu Miaomiao briefly explained it to Le Jing like this.There was a mechanically stiff smile on Le Jing's face, and his heart was already overwhelmed.

Is this God joking?

Van Gogh, George Orwell, Franz Kafka, these masters who lived in different ages and countries unexpectedly met in this time and space in different forms!

If this is accidental, then the probability of this accidental is too high!

Therefore, it is logical for Le Jing to have the following bold idea——Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Leo Tolstoy, Goethe, Lu Xun... the great masters in the history of mankind, who are as numerous as the sea of ​​stars, will they? Will he also live in this era with another identity?

Geniuses always come together.

乔治·奥威尔（1903-1950），海明威（1899-1961），毛姆（1874-1965），菲茨杰拉德（1896-1940），T·S·艾略特（1888-1965），卡夫卡（1883-1924）太宰治（1909-1948），鲁迅（1881-1936）……

They are almost all of the same age.

Le Jing covered his heart, just thinking about this possibility, he was too excited to breathe.

Then this era will be a well-deserved golden age!

How lucky he would be to live in the same era as these great masters.

If he could really find some of them—like he found Lu Miaomiao, Xin Yuen, and Sang Qing—he would definitely hold a grand art salon in the bookstore!