After buying the book, Zhuang Yan went to the hotel where she stayed with Ren Lian and took the scarf.

This time, Zhuang Yan was not in a hurry to leave, but asked Ren Lian to go to a nearby café and sit for a while. Chatting and chatting, Zhuang Yan said that there would be a fireworks display at Jinling University in the evening, and Ren Lian was immediately interested when she heard it, and Yang Zhuang Yan must take her with her.

This is not a troublesome matter, Zhuang Yan is quite idle alone, and if Ren Lian wants to go to see it together, Zhuang Yan naturally can't ask for it.

After chatting with Ren Lian for a while, Zhuang Yan learned that she was a medical doctor and was now working as an intern in the hospital.

Originally, Zhuang Yan thought that Ren Lian was engaged in literature, after all, her father was an expert in classical literature, and it was normal for a son to inherit his father's business, but he didn't expect her to study medicine.

However, although she studied medicine, she had a very solid literary foundation, and when it came to literature, she was full of energy, from Baroque literature and classicism to Acadian poetry and the Goldonian Enlightenment.

From Dante to Shakespeare to Balzac, then to Maupassant, Zola, Flaubert.

As for people like Dante, Zhuang Yan can only know that he wrote a "Divine Comedy", and he doesn't know anything else, and Zhuang Yan has never read the book "Divine Comedy", and he doesn't want to read it at all.

As for Balzac and Shakespeare, Zhuang Yan is a little more familiar, especially Shakespeare, for Chinese middle school students, you can't help even if you don't want to read his book, because "Hamlet" is compiled into the textbook.

If you can just talk about books and Zhuang Yan can say a few words, if you talk about enlightenment or something, Zhuang Yan is a complete layman, and he can't say it at all.

Fortunately, he knew his shortcomings, so he didn't talk to Ren Lian about these technical terms at all, and just talked to her about the book itself. Didn't Ren Lian talk about enlightenment, he just talked about Rousseau, talked about "Confessions", plus he not only read "Confessions" but also read Ba Jin's "Caprice", and he also had some ideas for this kind of book that were relatively new in this life.

It was these ideas that became shining points in Ren Lian, and she also noticed that Zhuang Yan never said anything about writing techniques and literary genres, but he could always throw out some in-depth and simple opinions, and these views would make people's eyes shine.

So gradually, Ren Lian stopped talking to Zhuang Yan about literary genres, because she felt that Zhuang Yan didn't like this topic, but began to talk more about some literary works themselves.

Zhuang Yan also felt any of Lian's changes, which made him feel very comfortable, and the chat between the two became more and more speculative.

"Hahaha, Dickens is really a two-sided writer, The Qualkwick Papers is simply a 'humorous epic', and even he himself said that this book should make the people in the book both realistic and amusing. ”

The two were still talking about the indifference and cruelty of "A Tale of Two Cities" and "Orphans of the Fog" before, but suddenly turned to Dickens's humorous attributes.

Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "If you want to talk about sarcasm, you have to belong to Chekhov, this guy's literary career started with sarcasm." ”

Ren Lian rolled her eyes, "What sarcastic people, people are satirical literature." ”

"Isn't satirical literature a sarcastic person?" Zhuang Yan pouted and smiled, "I will also write a few books in the future, and if I don't call them satirical literature, I will call them sarcastic literature, what do you think?"

"You don't count if you talk alone, and satirical literature can't just become sarcastic literature. ”

"Hehe, if anyone disagrees, I'll pull them out one by one and make fun of them until they all agree. ”

Of course, Zhuang Yan was joking, and Ren Lian was really amused by him.

"You're amusing more than Dickens and Chekhov. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. Zhuang Yan smiled shyly.

"Virtue. Ren Lian took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, Chekhov himself was a top student in the medical academy, but later became a well-known writer." ”

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and said: "So, you, a doctoral student in the medical school, can also become a well-known writer." ”

Ren Lian shook her head, "This can't be done, but I've studied medicine for nearly ten years, so I can't change it at will." ”

Zhuang Yan exclaimed with an exaggerated expression: "Don't make any trouble!"

This inexplicable sentence, Ren Lian understood, and laughed out loud, "Will you find a time to ridicule me as a person in a condom?"

The sentence that Zhuang Yan said just now is the idiomatic phrase of Belikov in "The Man in the Suit", and Zhuang Yan said such a sentence in this way to tell Ren Lian not to shackle herself in a box, and to do whatever she wants, and jump out by herself.

Of course, Ren Lian could understand Zhuang Yan's kindness, and after the effect, she nodded and said, "Maybe I can try to find time to write something every day in the future." ”

Zhuang Yan shrugged his shoulders: "As long as you have something you want to write." ”

Ren Lian was a little worried, "But I've only written a diary before, and I don't have any writing experience at all, I can only read, not write." ”

Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "This is not an excavator, you can definitely write if you can read it, what if you only write a diary, you haven't seen that my diary has not been released, and many copies have been sold." ”

"Your diary, why don't I know ......" Halfway through speaking, Ren Lian suddenly thought of something, and said angrily: "Is that your diary, that's Fugui's diary." ”

"Aren't I just Fugui?" said Zhuang Yan with a smile.

Ren Lian looked at Zhuang Yan's face with a smile and said, "I see that you look like Huang Fugui." ”

"Huang Fugui?" This time it was Zhuang Yan's turn and he didn't react.

Ren Lian smiled proudly: "Well, you don't remember the characters you wrote yourself, Huang Fugui, the one who ploughed the field last." ”

"Ah, you say I look like a scalper. ”

"Isn't that what it looks like?"

……

The two chatted and chatted, forgetting the time, and waited until Ren Lian saw that it was dark outside before he remembered to ask when the fireworks show was, and Zhuang Yan remembered that he would take Ren Lian to see the fireworks at night.

Hurriedly looked at the time, it was already half past six, and there was still half an hour before the fireworks display started. The place where they drank coffee was not far from Jinling University, and they could reach it within ten minutes of walking, but if they didn't go earlier, I was afraid that there would be no good location in the back, so the two hurried to Jinling University.

When the two arrived at the place, they found that the side of Xuannu Lake was already crowded with people, and there was no good place left for them.