Write well, don't fight

Man is an eternal enigma, and the only thing in the world that can almost describe human nature is words.

The girl in casual clothes sat obediently in the cafe, the heavy book in her hand was inlaid with a bright golden edge by the warm sunlight, she stretched out her hand to hold the small spoon, and gently stirred the coffee in the cup.

There is a gentle breeze, and the store is filled with the warm and mellow coffee aroma. The patterns carved by nature on the wooden tabletop hide the face of time, and the wind chimes on the door shake gently. Everything is like a harmonious movement.

Wei Xia held the book with great care. This set of books used up all her pocket money this month, but it didn't matter, if she couldn't get "The Great Gatsby" immediately, she would definitely explode in place , you must know that once she falls into a book famine, she will be heartbroken.

And once she fell into book famine, Wei Xia would not even be able to control what she would do.

For details, please see the detective agency that was forced to update, the mafia that abandoned the black and followed the text, and the groups that are about to become another victim of being urged to change.

Three seconds of silence for them...

"All the bright precious things fade so fast...and they don't come back."

"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this worldhaven'thadtheadvantagesthatyou'vehad."

"There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired."

"Assense offendamental decencies is parceled outequally at birth."

"Everyone suspects themselves of a piece of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people I have ever known."

Weisha chanted softly, her language was cadenced and ups and downs, and she pondered over and over again as if reciting Shakespeare's sonnets. After a long time, she sighed in satisfaction.

"Sure enough, the joy that literature brings to me is like a cake of spiritual satisfaction, which is incomparable to other things."

She picked up the cappuccino and took a sip, her eyes bent into crescent moons in contentment.

I want to ask her why she still has money for coffee when she bought the book, because when she just stepped into the editorial department (detective agency) in the morning, she wanted to get the morning newspaper habitually, but she missed it and left in a daze He entered the room and told everyone that there was no newspaper delivered today and he wanted to complain to the newspaper office.

"It's outrageous! We booked it for a month. How could this kind of mistake happen? This seriously violated our consumer rights?! It's outrageous. I want to complain to the consumer rights organization! If there is one, there will be two. , don’t do it because of the smallness of the evil!”

Everyone's expressions... From Wei Xia's point of view, it was an indescribable expression written on their faces, and they wanted to pretend that nothing happened.

Kunikida Doppo coughed lightly, and pushed his glasses: "Weisha, that..."

Facing the girl's gaze, he suddenly felt uneasy in his conscience. Why did he do such a bad thing to deceive a kind girl and violate his ideals? !

"That's the one……"

Oops, what was the excuse I just thought of...

Kunikida is stuck alone...

Osamu Dazai cuts in at the right time and gives a reason that sounds plausible and is plausible but bogus.

"Actually, today's morning paper has already been brought in."

Wei Xia blinked: "What about the newspaper? I read it every day."

Osamu Dazai sighed pretentiously, put his hand on his forehead with a helpless look on his face: "You know, Wei Xia, as a newcomer, Dun-jun will inevitably feel unfamiliar with the affairs when he first arrives."

Atsushi Nakajima, whose innocence was pulled into an excuse, raised his head in bewilderment: Wait, why does it have something to do with me again...

Osamu Dazai faced Weixia's curious eyes, and continued to deceive [cross out] with a sincere expression that made no mistakes: "But Dun-kun is a good boy, and he respects his seniors very much, so the newspaper is that Dun-kun told me This senior clumsily fell on it when serving tea and ruined it."

Other members of the detective agency: Dazai, you are really shameless...

Atsushi Nakajima (eyes sad and angry): Mr. Dazai, why are you like this again...

Dazai. Thick-skinned. Does not leave any room for cheating on juniors. White-skinned and black-hearted. Ji: I feel good about myself...

Wei Xia nodded: "That's it, it's really clumsy. Fortunately, it's just a newspaper. Be careful next time. If it falls on the manuscript, it will be troublesome."

Atsushi Nakajima (smile fades away): Can I change jobs...

Some time ago I also received an invitation from a publishing house...

Sure enough, such a senior... I'd better quit...

Wei Xia tilted his head, and suddenly clapped his hands: "There should be unsold newspapers in the newspaper office now, I'll go get another one!"

Everyone:!!!

Naomi Tanizaki stepped forward quickly, and pushed Wei Xia away while smiling: "You don't have to worry about Wei Xia-chan. Didn't you say that you want to find a quiet place to read a book? Just go to a cafe."

Kunikida Doppo coughed, took out some money and handed it to the girl who turned her head to look at him rather distressedly: "Let's go have a cup of coffee."

So Wei Xia can safely order a cup of cappuccino, which in her opinion is quite expensive.

She stroked the black English characters with her index finger, and sighed.

"Mr. Fitzgerald is, indeed, a literary honest man."

Just as the girl was reading a book leisurely, a woman dressed as an aristocrat wearing a lady's hat and a light green gorgeous tutu dress suddenly sat in front of her.

Wei Xia looked up without knowing why.

Marigot just came here to go shopping and buy something because of the woman's desire to shop before the mission. Just when she was tired, she walked into a coffee shop. Just after ordering a cup of Blue Mountain, she heard the girl sitting next to a pot of green radishes say: named her leader.

"Girl, what are you looking at?"

Although Marigot had a bad temper with her partner, she still had the demeanor of an aristocratic woman, so she deliberately put on a gentle posture.

"It's Mr. Fitzgerald's book! Superb!"

Marigette recalled the leader who had been locked up in the cabin for a whole day the night before and the dark circles under his eyes when he came out. She handed over the thick stack of manuscripts to one of her subordinates and ordered it to be published immediately, and she became dizzy. It has passed, and now it is said that he is still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Weisha is still enthusiastically recommending "The Great Gatsby" to Marigot, but Marigot doesn't care about the book written by the leader at all. Her only goal now is to revitalize her family.

Wei Xia was talking enthusiastically at first, but she couldn't help but stop talking when she saw the other party's interest. She carefully observed the woman's face: "Sorry, do you not like this book?"

Marigot shook her head, perhaps because she was a girl with no strength in front of her, and she suddenly had the desire to confide to the other party the distress that was usually covered up by her strong personality.

"Because you are still at an innocent age, and I am burdened with the weight of the rise and fall of the entire family, I really have no interest in these fluffy words."

Unexpectedly, Wei Xia suddenly looked at her with a serious face, the light in her eyes was like a candle that never goes out in the dark night, and her body seemed to be shining for a moment: "You are wrong, words are the most powerful in the world. Creativity is the most indefinable thing that can give birth to miracles. A family that thrives in commerce will be lauded as explosive wealth, while a family that thrives in literature will be praised as a scholarly family. You can use literature to revitalize your family. Family! How can a beautiful and young woman like you be tainted by money?!"

Marigot shook her head amusedly: "You're still too young, too ideal, and you haven't been tortured by anything."

Wei Xia disagreed with this point of view at all: "Everyone has ideals in their hearts when they are young, but most of them have forgotten their childhood appearance when they grow up, and those who grow up to be their own ideals are all great people of the times. Character, that's the only miracle a man can create, knowing he can be himself, and being himself."

"This is the ideal light that guides the times!"

Wei Xia said sincerely to the woman wearing a light yellow shawl in front of her: "What's your name? If you want to believe me, can you tell me your name? I will definitely make you fall in love with literature." .”

Marigot wanted to laugh in her heart, but on the face she just covered her mouth with a fan lightly. She saw the naive and ignorant self in the girl in front of her, and she didn't know what it was. She read out gently own name.

"Marigette Mitchell."

……

The smile on Wei Xia's face was slightly retracted, and she looked surprised again. Her brows were raised high, and then the fire light in her eyes suddenly enlarged, as if even the warm yellow eyes were completely covered by the light.

"Landist the only thing in the world worth working for, worth fighting for, worth dying for. Because it's the only thing that lasts."

"I loved something I made up, something just as dead as Mellyis. I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it."

"Inspite of you and mean and the whole silly world going top pieces around us, I love you."

"Using poetic language to tell about the majestic Civil War and the sad and moving love, the survival of human beings is not only the satisfaction of material food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also the satisfaction of spiritual belief and morality. War destroys not only the Outer matter and inner spirit."

"Ms. Marigot Mitchell, you spent ten years sharpening your sword. The work "Gone with the Wind" you created shows how people should settle themselves and re-satisfy their material life when everything they depend on for survival is destroyed. , Pursuing the construction of spiritual beliefs. With beautiful writing, ups and downs and exciting plots, you are the brightest star in the history of American literature."

The girl's voice was extremely clear, but to Marigette it sounded like the wind blowing from a far, far away valley. She froze in place, not even paying attention to the girl's excited jumping on the spot.

"Is this the power of words... It's unbelievable, I feel that the heart that has been silent for a long time has regained its youthful vitality, ah... So this is the miracle of words, so this is the right way to revive the family Well, I want to use words, use the miracle of literature, to return my family to glory in an upright manner!"

Wei Xia was circling around excitedly, and when she finally calmed down, she took out a business card from her pocket to introduce herself.

"I am Yun Weixia, the ace editor-in-chief of the Armed Forces editorial department. If your "Gone with the Wind" is completed, you must allow us to publish it. This is an unparalleled honor for me and all our editorial departments... Eh? Who? Lady Margaret?"

The woman in the western dress left the coffee shop in a hurry with her skirt lifted, and after a while the girl with a book in her arms chased her out, shouting as she ran.

"Ms. Margaret, wait, you haven't agreed to our editorial request!"

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"Yokohama Morning News":

Like a rising star, the literary attainments of women are still soaring into the sky. The works of Ms. Marigot from the other side of the ocean are as fast as the wind and not muddy. .Is this another challenge posted by the American literary circle to the Yokohama literary world? !

Writers in Yokohama, you must be writing the words in your heart, you must be fighting silently to guard the glory of the Yokohama literary world, right?Presumably you are willing to give up some trivial personal hobbies in the face of righteousness, right?

Presumably you must get rid of the bad habit of cooing like pigeons, right?Presumably you don’t want your lovely readers and fans to send you blades for love and peace with tears in their eyes, right?

If you still have the bad habit of procrastinating [cross out] thinking hard and being too lazy to write [cross out] to consider word by word, we are more than happy to do our part as a reader to personally urge [cross out] with your address. Knife [crossed out] Gifts come to condolences, okay?

Always love your readers~(~￣▽￣)~We are your solid backing~

The author has something to say:

Detective agency: ... (Looking at the reminder letters piled up in the corner)

Port Mafia: ... (looks at the blades that keep coming in from morning to night)

Thank you so much for your support...!

Detective Agency/Mafia: It's getting cold, [Combination] It's time to cook!

[Netizen: Will Fei comment in the future:

I really like Gone with the Wind! ! !It is the enlightenment book for my understanding of Western literature! 】

[Netizen: Dried Squid Comments:

Everything bright and precious fades quickly.They won't be coming back.

Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world don't have the advantages you have.

Only the pursuers, the pursuers, the busy and the weary.

A basic virtue is unequally divided at birth.

Everyone has at least one basic virtue of self-doubt, and it's mine: I'm one of the few people I know.

Don’t thank me, I’m Lei Feng (ω<*?)]

[Netizen: Muzi comments:

"Land is the only thing in the world worth cherishing.

work for it, fight for it, die for it

right.Because it's the only thing that lasts forever.

.

"I like what I create, some

He was as dead as Melanie.i made a beautiful dress

in love with it. "

"Despite you, me, and the whole ledge

The world is about to end, I love you. 】