But Zhuang Yan can't solve this limitation for the time being, unless he puts the manuscript written in his computer in front of Wang Lijian now.

Zhuang Yan thought for a while and said: "Actually, I don't want to show much in this book, and there must be nothing too deep, or rather, my book is written for those teenagers, if I can, I also hope that some parents can also read it." ”

"But Ziyan, your books are all deep and sharp, is it a bit inappropriate to suddenly write such a book?" Wang Lijian's voice raised a little, and he could hear that he was indeed very excited, and there was a hint of hatred in his tone.

Wang Lijian almost couldn't hold back just now and was about to tell "The Adventures of Shuke and Beta", he wanted to say that Zhuang Yan is too unserious now, and he will write fairy tales for a while, and he will write youth books for a while. He wanted to ask, didn't Zhuang Yan know that he had the burden of the rise of Chinese literature on his shoulders?

If he really asked, Zhuang Yan would definitely answer that he really didn't know that he had the burden of the rise of Chinese literature on his shoulders.

Regarding Wang Lijian's words, Zhuang Yan knew that Wang Lijian also cared about himself, so he explained with a smile: "I'm not a special writer, I write those depressing books." In fact, this book is also a bit depressing, I thought about not publishing it before, and I want to write some books that can heal and erase all the wounds I have caused to readers before. ”

Yu Hai suddenly smiled and said: "Ziyan, you said this as if you owe some debt, if it is like what you said, then the masters who died a few years ago will crawl out of the soil one by one, after all, they have caused a lot of trauma to the readers." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the other three couldn't help laughing, and the tense atmosphere just now immediately eased a lot.

Wang Lijian also felt that he had behaved a little too much just now, and said with a smile: "In fact, what the author wants to write, what others say doesn't count." Just like what Yuan Shan just said, if there is anything in your book that you can't be sure of, we people can't give you any advice, unless you don't know any words and need us to tell you. ”

"Hahaha, if Ziyan really doesn't know any words, I can give him a Chinese dictionary, and it can save you a lot of saliva. Yu Hai said with a smile.

Zhuang Yan thought that Wang Lijian hadn't heard Ma Yinchu's words just now, but now it seems that when he was in a daze, he didn't delay listening to others at all.

He went on to say to Yu Hai: "Some readers have praised me for my concise language, but they don't know that this is because I don't know much literacy. ”

"You don't know much literacy, otherwise how could 'Metamorphosis' be written so awkwardly, even I feel a little uncomfortable reading it. Yu Hai sneered, "I'm afraid that readers who say this will scold their mothers after reading your "Metamorphosis". After all, this book has nothing to do with the concise language. ”

"Definitely. Ma Yinchu took over the conversation: "If I don't say it, I can't see that these two books were written by one person at all, and the difference in style is too big." ”

Wang Lijian also nodded, "When I first saw this book, I was also very surprised, because this book is completely different from the previous book "Alive", not only the words and sentences are completely different, but even the way of expression is completely different. It's no longer a matter of simply changing clothes, it's completely reborn. ”

"Therefore, Ziyan is a genius, not only can control ......"

Zhuang Yan watched the three of them on the side and pulled the topic to his first two books, not knowing what to say. He spent so much money just now, but in exchange for only persuading him to go abroad, there was nothing substantive at all.

It seems that he wants to get something useful from the three people in front of him, and it is wishful thinking to modify "Catcher in the Rye".

But if you think about it carefully, if you want to get a method from others, it is a little unreliable in the matter of writing, just like Wang Lijian said just now, since it is a matter of writing, outsiders should not interfere with the author.

The discussion in Wang Lijian's study lasted for about two or three hours, and the tea in Zhuang Yan's cup was added several times, and the toilet was used two or three times.

By the time a few people came out of Wang Lijian's house, it was already late at night, and Yu Hai drove Zhuang Yan to the door of the hotel and went back.

The neon is dazzling, the moon above his head does not look very bright, it is now mid-autumn, the night is as cool as water, Zhuang Yan wrapped his coat and walked towards the hotel.

He originally wanted to call back, but seeing that the time was so late, Xiaoying must have fallen asleep, so he didn't call again.

It's not early, and he still has some more important things to do tomorrow, so after taking a hasty bath, Zhuang Yan lay on the bed and prepared to sleep.

The dream of "The Catcher in the Rye" has been completed, and according to the convention, there should be no more dreams for several days in between, which means that Zhuang Yan can sleep well tonight.

However, as he lay on the bed with his eyelids closed, he suddenly felt like he had fallen into a hole again.

Before he could open his eyes, there was the sound of whirring waves in his ears, and I don't know where came the cry of a seagull, which surrounded Zhuang Yan's ears through the waves.

Zhuang Yan opened his eyes and found that he was indeed in the middle of the waves, to be precise, he was standing on a flat boat swaying in the middle of the waves.

A small boat, Zhuang Yan stood at the tip of the bow SH The waves splashed up and passed through Zhuang Yan's body.

In the middle of the boat, there sat an old man, who at first glance was not a Chinese, with dark skin, a thin and emaciated face, and some deep wrinkles on his neck. There are also some brown spots on the cheeks, which are benign skin cancers caused by sunlight.

The brown spots spread from the sides of his face, and his hands had deep scars that looked like they were caused by the constant use of ropes to pull large fish.

This should be an old fisherman, Zhuang Yan looked at the old man with interest, he didn't know where this dream had gone. Is it a fisherman's story?

There are many books that may appear fisherman, Gulliver's Travels, Robinson Crusoe, The Adventures of Tom Soria, ...... Of course, these are the books that have appeared now.

Even in books that don't appear, it's normal for a fisherman to appear.

However, if this fisherman is the protagonist of this book, in addition to "The Fisherman and the Goldfish", Zhuang Yan can only think of "The Old Man and the Sea".

As soon as Zhuang Yan thought of these four words in his mind, as if to answer his doubts, the voiceover suddenly sounded: he was an old man fishing alone in a small boat in the Gulf Stream, and he had been there for eighty-four days and had not caught a single fish.

Zhuang Yan's eyes narrowed, and the old man in front of him was undoubtedly the old Cuban fisherman in "The Old Man and the Sea".