Old Furley doesn't know anything long or short at all.

Hearing Waltergu say this, he just smiled slightly: "Okay, see you tomorrow." ”

Walter said, "Won't you go to sea tomorrow?"

Old Fulai shook his head: "Just now Mr. Wang Huan said that they will stay here for three days, so I will not go out to sea to fish within three days." ”

In Lao Fulai's heart, since Wang Huan and they don't leave, they are guests.

There are guests at home.

It is inconvenient for you to go to sea.

This is a basic form of respect for the guest.

Waltergu smiled: "I'm afraid it's more than three days. ”

Even at the speed of a typewriter like Wang Huan, it is difficult to do it without eating or drinking. And he didn't believe that Wang Huan didn't even check it after he finished writing. In other words, with the time of the inspection, it takes ten days to start any one, right?

However, just as Waltergu finished speaking, he was about to leave.

Syllable!

Wang Huan knocked down the last word.

He shook his sore hands and said to Waltergu with a smile: "Mr. Waltergu, if you want to leave now, take the computer back." ”

Waltergu was stunned: "You don't want to write?"

Wang Huan: "It's done." ”

Waltergu's eyes widened: "What?"

Three hours!

You told me that you finished writing a film in three hours?

And you're going to use it to compete for the Nobel Prize?

Something wrong!

Wang Huan smiled slightly: "The work is finished, if it is convenient for you, take the computer over and help me read it." I believe that Mr. Waltergou's literary attainments can help me to comment on how this book is. ”

Is it really finished?

Seeing Wang Huan's expression doesn't look like a fake.

Waltergu's expression was stunned.

The heart began to roll.

After half a ring, the great writer came back to his senses, came to Wang Huan's side, and said word by word: "If you really finish writing, then I won't leave tonight, just taste your masterpiece here!"

When it comes to masterpieces.

Waltergu deliberately accentuated the tone.

What can you do in three hours?

As the world's top writer, Waltcourt has seen countless talented writers, but even Cecil, who is known as the fast gunslinger in the United States, can only write a first draft of 10,000 words in three hours. If you add post-polishing and revision, you can produce a thousand-word prose in three hours.

So hearing Wang Huan's words, Waltergu was ridiculous in his heart.

"I've heard before that Wang Huan's fans call Wang Huan a fast and short man. Now I see that this is the case! Three hours a one? Sure enough, it's fast and short!!."

Walter slandered.

Wang Huan showed a hint of a smile, didn't say much, just stood up and gave up his position, and then made a gesture of please.

Waltergu sat down.

Looking at the computer screen, he was greeted by four words: "The Old Man and the Sea".

The moment he saw the words, Waltergu's expression became focused, a kind of respect for literature. Only with the most devout attitude towards literature can people climb to the palace of literary masters.

He moved the mouse slowly, and the text of "The Old Man and the Sea" appeared.

"He was an old man fishing alone in a small boat in the Gulf Stream, and he had been there for eighty-four days......"

At first, Waltergu sat upright in front of the computer, but gradually he got closer and closer, and by the time a few minutes had passed, the great writer was almost on his stomach on the computer, his eyes widening and widening.

Wang Huan glanced at the other party, turned his head to Lao Fulai and smiled: "Old man, let's rest first, I think Mr. Waltergu will probably take a lot of time to finish reading my work." ”

Old Fulai smiled: "Okay, sleep." You're right, in the past, Waltergu used to stay up all night writing with me, and many times it was an all-nighter to write. I never bothered him. He is a very dedicated writer. ”

The three of them slept directly.

Because of the fear during the day and the crisis of life and death, and it was more than three hours of high-intensity typing just now, Wang Huan's spirit was extremely exhausted at this moment, and he almost snored on the bed.

I slept to death.

When he opened his eyes again.

It's getting dark.

When he turned his head, he found that Lu Mingjun had gotten up at some point and was sitting at the door. And Lao Fulai should have gone out and didn't see anyone.

As his gaze shifted to a corner of the room.

Dengshi was taken aback.

I saw that Waltergu was still in front of the computer at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were staring at the computer screen, and the sound of rapid breathing came from him, which could be heard clearly in the small and simple room.

This great writer actually stayed up all night.

stared at the 40,000-word "The Old Man and the Sea" all night.

"Mr. Valtegu?

Wang Huan shouted several times, but the other party still turned a deaf ear.

He shook his head and smiled, but he was secretly frightened in his heart: "I have tried to overestimate the literary nature of "The Old Man and the Sea", but judging from Waltergu's reaction, I still underestimate it. I am afraid that only a great writer like Waltergu can appreciate the true essence of this masterpiece and know how shocking it is. ”

Early morning.

It's getting dark.

The salty and wet sea breeze blows into the earthen house from a distance, making it refreshing.

That's it.

I don't know how long it took again.

Just when Wang Huan was about to go out for a walk.

Waltergu finally raised his head, there was a thick shock in his eyes, he looked at Wang Huan, and his voice was hoarse: "This ...... This...... This work ......"

Waltergu pondered for a long time, but found that he did not know what to say.

"You're done?"

Wang Huan heard the voice, turned his head and smiled.

Waltergu took a deep breath and looked Wang Huan up and down, as if looking at a monster, and after a long time, he said jerkyly: "I've finished reading it, I've watched it three times since last night." I watched it for the first time for an hour. I watched it for three hours for the second time. The third time I saw it from two o'clock in the morning to now, eight hours. ”

Hear this.

In fact, there are many questions that need not be asked again.

But Wang Huan still asked, "Then do you think it's okay?"

Waltergu sighed:

"This is the second piece of literature that has been so addictive to me, or the first one that has conquered me in just 40,000 words. With all due respect, Mr. Wang Huan, your literary talent is incomparable, at least I have never seen it. With just one experience at sea and the narration of Old Furle, you can create a literary masterpiece like "The Old Man and the Sea", and your talent has exceeded my imagination. ”

"It's an unusually simple, yet powerful work with an irresistible beauty. I've become obsessed with it. You showed me the true pinnacle of the literary world. It's the smallest but greatest masterpiece I've ever seen. ”

This great writer.

Former Nobel laureate in literature.

At this moment, he expressed praise from the bottom of his heart.

There was a deep amazement in his eyes, and even now, he still hasn't recovered from the shock of "The Old Man and the Sea".

Until now, Waltergu has found it incredible.

If all this had not happened to him, he would never have believed that a man had only been in the sea for a few hours, and then had come back three hours before he had created a literary masterpiece.

But!

And so it happened!

(End of chapter)