Thinking of last night's storm, Lin Weidong was very excited and a little embarrassed, and said hello with a smile: "Sister Anne, are you going to work?"

Anne nodded slightly, put the packed lunch box on the table, and asked him with a smile, "When did you wake up?"

"I just woke up for a while. Lin Weidong told the truth.

Anne sneered, "You can really sleep." ”

Lin Weidong wanted to say, I was pestered by you five or six times last night, and my waist was about to break, and you actually said that I could sleep, and sure enough, there were only tired cows, and there was no bad land.

However, when these words came to his mouth, Lin Weidong couldn't help it in time, he didn't dare to talk to Annie like this, wasn't that intentional?

Without waiting for Lin Weidong to answer, Anne then asked, "Have you brushed your teeth?"

"Not yet. ”

"Let's go brush our teeth and start eating. ”

"Oh, good. ”

Looking at the serious Anne, Lin Weidong suddenly wanted to laugh, but he was also worried that she was like that last night because she had drunk.

Now that she has sobered up, Lin Weidong has no bottom in his heart, and he doesn't know if Anne will let herself whip her like last night.

Unlike usual, during the meal, the two of them didn't talk much, but there was a very strange tacit understanding, and the hearts of both of them were very quiet.

Anne ate something and went back to her room early, she was really tired.

Although Lin Weidong was also very tired, he slept for a morning after all, replenishing his sleep and energy, but Anne, like Lin Weidong, didn't sleep much at night, and went to the banyan tree to work all morning, and finished all the work at hand before returning to the apartment.

One can imagine how tired Anne was at this time.

Seeing that Anne went back to her room to sleep, Lin Weidong was idle, so he took a taxi alone, went to the airport to book a ticket, and planned to go back to Guangdong tomorrow.

After returning from the airport, Lin Weidong bought two Chinese cigarettes and a bottle of red wine worth 800 yuan, and made a special trip to visit Chen Cun's house.

On the top floor of an ordinary residential building in the southwest corner of Shanghai, Chen Cun opens the door.

After entering the house, Chen Cun told Lin Weidong that he had just returned to Shanghai two days ago, and he was going to Beijing to give a lecture tomorrow, and his luggage had not yet been packed.

However, from the house in Chen Village, Lin Weidong couldn't see the anxiety before the trip - the ground floor of this duplex house was as neat as a military barracks: the wooden floor was light, the slippers at the door, the cups on the coffee table were in a line, and they were placed at equal distances, and even the cantaloupe in the fruit bowl was cut to the same thickness.

Taking advantage of Chen Cun's time to serve tea, Lin Weidong glanced inward from the crack in the open first-line study door, and the huge difference between inside and outside the study was surprising-books, newspapers, materials, and stationery overflowed from the shelves, piled up on the floor, occupying the desk, and there was almost no place to get under his feet, and a small bed was like an island, surrounded in the center.

I saw that a black-and-white portrait of an old lady was the largest picture on the wall, which was Chen Cun's mother, the person who had a profound influence on Chen Cun.

Then, Chen Cun took out a voice recorder.

Seeing this, Lin Weidong said with a smile: "Uncle, what are you doing here, I came to your house, you still want to record?"

Chen Cun smiled, ignored Lin Weidong, picked up the recorder by himself, and said: "On the afternoon of May 24, 2000, the famous Internet writer Lonely City Xiaoyou came to visit my house,"

Lin Weidong said angrily and funny: "Uncle, you are too exalted to me, what kind of famous Internet writer am I, and besides, you are praised, there is no need to record it with a voice recorder......"

Chen Cun explained with a smile: "Gucheng, you don't understand this, I used a voice recorder to record the conversation between us, no matter how long it will take in the future, I will not forget, sometimes I have to talk to people...... Writing a novel also requires a subject matter. ”

Immediately afterwards, while talking to Lin Weidong, Chen Cun touched a semi-professional-grade Nikon camera on the table, and gently fiddled with it in his hand, as if he was deserting.

Fun-loving by nature, obsessed with recording, and being the artistic director under the banyan tree, he often frequents the social occasions of literati and scholars, Chen Cun often "pretends to be a paparazzi", and on large and small occasions, he sees people and takes photos, and puts the photos on the literary BBS of which he is the moderator - "Niche Vegetable Garden". “

Then, as if Chen Cun had made up his mind to do something bad, he raised the camera across the sofa and aimed at Lin Weidong, just crackling and shooting.

After arguing with Lin Weidong, Chen Cun leaned back on the sofa, then crossed one leg and leisurely lit a cigarette.

Whether it's a meeting, a visit from friends, a life experience, or a frontier collection......

Since the late 80s, more than 10 years ago, Chen Cun, who had just learned photography, took pictures of daily life, even in the car, he did not forget to take two pictures with blurred images, just to remind himself that "it was taken while driving".

In addition to photography, he also recorded and kept a diary, using all means to record the people and events around him, and from the time his daughter could not speak, he used the cassette recorder or radio interview machine that was popular in the 80s.

Chen Cun said earnestly: "Lonely city, the state of life in 20 years, you can't imagine it now." ”

Lin Weidong wanted to say, although I couldn't imagine it, but I really saw it, but Lin Weidong didn't tell him the truth, because even if he did, Chen Cun would never believe it.

In addition, Lin Weidong also began to understand why Chen Village's study was crowded, everything had to be recorded, what was to be treasured, and where there were so many things.

"What's the use?" Lin Weidong is still puzzled by Chen Cun's documentary fetish, because secular society always puts pragmatism first.

"Sometimes it's useful," Chen Cun narrowed his eyes, "Writing a novel requires details, and without details is a thesis, it's good to write down these things: one day someone looks for you, what things, what to talk about, record it, and you can't forget it." ”

Putting down the camera, Chen Cun leaned on the armrest of the sofa, smoked cigarettes one after another, and talked to Lin Weidong sentence by sentence, and when he talked about excitement, his eyes flashed with brilliance.

Although he suffered from ankylosing spondylitis when he was young and had to bend over and bow his head even when he walked, he held his head high sideways and looked at Lin Weidong, which seemed to be the most comfortable posture for him.

Lin Weidong smiled and said: "Uncle, you are well-informed, do you have any plans to write a web novel, if you do, I will definitely be your loyal fan." ”

Although Chen Cun can write young words that adapt to the Internet, he also has the youngest mentality among writers of his generation.

But for the increasingly vigorous online literature, Chen Cun waved his hand and said: "Lonely City, I am different from you, I am not an online writer, and I can't be an online writer." ”

"One reason is that I can't be as diligent as an online writer, and the other reason is that I have a penchant for word cleanliness. ”

"When I read the manuscript, I will be very painful, why is there a typo here, there is wrong punctuation, I will see a lot of mistakes, I must fix them, I ask the editor to correct it, but there are still problems with the correction. ”

Lin Weidong smiled and quipped: "You are a Virgo, you have to pursue perfection in everything." ”

When he came out of Chen Cun's house, it was already dusk, and Chen Cun wanted to stay with Lin Weidong for dinner, but Lin Weidong politely refused.

Because Lin Weidong originally wanted to invite Chen Cun's family out of the restaurant for dinner, but Chen Cun already had an appointment in the evening, so he said that he would make an appointment next time.

Lin Weidong was not reluctant, because he was also thinking about Anne in his heart, thinking that she had rested for an afternoon, and it was estimated that her energy should also recover.

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