The scorching sun was scorching, and the sun in the sky was red, and the ground of the bluestone slab was a little hot.

As soon as Zhuang Yan closed his eyes, he found that he was on a street, and there was a teahouse-like building behind him.

Before he could figure out what the situation was, the voiceover sounded in his ears: "In 1980 years, something happened in Xijingcheng, and the two friends had a dead relationship......

The voiceover sounds, but the traffic in front of me is busy, the old streets, the people's clothes and clothes look a little old, and as for what the voiceover says, it obviously has nothing to do with the scene in front of you.

Zhuang Yan listened for a while, and probably understood, saying that someone had gotten the soil on Yang Yuhuan's grave and went back to plant flowers, but he didn't expect a flower to grow in the soil. The flowers were very strange, but one day the owner accidentally watered the flowers with hot water and died of it. The director was so remorseful that he fell ill and couldn't afford to sleep for a month.

Zhuang Yan felt a little impressed, but he couldn't remember where he had read it.

Until the end of the first voice-over, by the time of the second paragraph, the content of the voice-over can slowly match the scene in front of you.

The chaotic streets, the bustling crowds, and suddenly, everyone found that their shadows were getting shallower and shallower, and finally they were completely invisible. Someone looked up and shouted, "There are four suns in the sky!"

Zhuang Yan was startled, and then raised his head, and sure enough, four suns of the same size appeared in the sky, forming a T-shape.

His eyes narrowed, and he finally remembered where he had seen the voiceover just now, the four suns, which was so easy to remember.

Zhuang Yan looked around, looking at the chaotic people, some passers-by walked past Zhuang Yan in a panic, as if they couldn't see him, and some people passed directly over him, he was like a phantom, and there was no substance.

Listening to their somewhat Shaanxi accents, Zhuang Yan finally determined that the world he was in now was the world of "Waste Capital".

"This weirdness lasted for nearly half an hour, and the sun in the sky returned to a ......"

The voiceover in his ears continued, but Zhuang Yan was full of emotion, he had thought about a lot of books before, but he didn't expect that he would run into "Waste Capital".

Zhuang Yan was a little disappointed, not that "Waste Capital" is not good, but "Waste Capital" has a special meaning for this world, which is even more meaningful than in the previous life.

As a full-fledged work of magical realism, it simply could not have appeared a hundred years ago today, because of the work of magical realism.

When it comes to magical realism, it's hard to avoid Latin America, whether it's Asturias at the beginning, or Rulfo and Márquez later.

They represent the birth, maturity, and pinnacle of magical realism, so once you talk about magical realism, you can't help but think of Latin America.

It is also for this reason that if Zhuang Yan takes out "Waste Capital" now, then magical realism will no longer have anything to do with Latin America, but will become a symbol of China.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan felt a little embarrassed, and apologized to Marquez and others, which he didn't have when he wrote "Alive" and "Metamorphosis" before.

When it comes to the book "Waste Capital", perhaps the most interesting thing is not magical realism or anything else, but a lot of descriptions of sex in the book.

If "White Deer Plain" is more explicit, then "Waste Capital" can be called a little yellow book, and the reason why Zhuang Yan read this book at that time was also because of this.

And it is precisely because of this that the book was banned for 16 years at that time, when the Book Publication Management Office of the Press and Publication Bureau banned "Waste Capital" in the name of "low style and pornographic descriptions".

However, although it was banned, more than 10 million copies were pirated, which is enough to show the charm of this book.

Of course, more people read this book because of the dozens of depictions of sex in the book.

The voiceover in his ear was very slow, Zhuang Yan listened a little impatiently, and began to carefully recall the specific plot of the book, and after thinking for a long time, he finally remembered the names of the four great talents of Xijing.

However, at this time, he was not allowed to think too much, because as the voiceover changed, the environment he was in also changed, and Zhuang Yan could only pay serious attention to the plot in the book.

……

"Tang Wan'er, I finally hugged you, I really like you so much, really, Tang Wan'er-"

Zhuang Yan was looking at the two people in front of him, Tang Wan'er's bulging chest was against Zhuang Zhidie's chest, and the two of them were about to roll the sheets, when suddenly the scene changed, and the two disappeared. Zhuang Yan opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling of his room.

Feeling the strangeness of stepping down, Zhuang Yan looked down, and it turned out that the little brother had already raised his head in greeting. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't start to move seriously, otherwise he might even have to change his underwear.

This book is indeed a bit yellow, and even after reading it a second time, I still feel a little impulsive. The way the book is described is very simple (simple and straightforward), and the language is very explicit. Some people say that "Waste Capital" is the contemporary "Golden Plum", but Zhuang Yan feels that "Golden Plum" is much more subtle than this book.

"Magical Realism, Magical Realism, Magical Realism......"

Zhuang Yan recited the words "magical realism" over and over again as if he were reciting a mantra, as if to remind himself of the true meaning of the book, and should not pay attention to these explicit descriptions.

After reading for a while, it seemed to have some effect, and the soft place also softened, Zhuang Yan sighed and got up from the bed, and his mouth was still broken: "I'm such a single dog with such a strong blood, let me enter the "Waste Capital", it's too torturous......"

After brushing his teeth, Zhuang Yan pushed open the door, but when he saw the scene outside the room, he almost had a nosebleed.

Chen Jiaqing stood on the balcony in a pajama to dry her clothes, she didn't know when she bought the new pajamas, which were completely different from the tight pajamas that Zhuang Yan saw last time, a silk nightdress, and a circle of lace on the side.

The nightdress was not very short, just reaching the knee, but Chen Jiaqing stood on tiptoe when she reached something, and the skirt was lifted with her feet.

The whole big white leg was exposed, looking at the place where it was about to reach the buttocks, if it was usual, Zhuang Yan would have looked at it twice at most, but today is different, he almost saw a live spring palace with his own eyes just now, and the blood veins are still spurting, and now seeing this scene, he feels that his blood vessels are about to burst.

Quickly rubbing his itchy nose, Zhuang Yan turned back to the room, he was wondering if he should find a way to release the fire first......