"I'm your loyal reader! In particular, "Feng. Milk. Fat. Hips", which I have read many times! Wang Qiang said very politely. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh?" Mo Yan asked with interest, "I have published thousands of copies at my own expense, but most of them are in the public toilets at the east end of the village. Where did you see it from? ”

"Uh...... I have three friends who are dung diggers......" Wang Qiang said vaguely.

"Oh!" I didn't know if I was not used to talking to strangers, or if I was not good at talking.

"Recently, I heard that you were kicked out of the Writers' Association, can you tell me why?"

"I never wanted to use literature to chase fame and fortune. What is the difference between the false name of the writers' association and whether it has it or not? Mo Yan is still the same as in his previous life, and he looked very lightly at fame and fortune.

"Under today's social climate, I am afraid that there are no pure literati like you anymore!" Wang Qiang sighed.

"I'm just a mountain villager, and I just occasionally use a pen to write about the dark era in the depths of my memory!" Mo Yan said modestly. Then there was another inquiry, "What are you doing?" ”

"I've watched your "Feng. Milk. Fat. After "Buttocks", now he is also engaged in literary creation! ”

Mo Yan asked with interest, "What works do you create?" I'll read it when I have time. ”

"White. Clean", "Ah. Bing"

“→_→”

At this moment, Mo Yan's heart was almost broken!

Didn't you just watch "Feng. Milk. Fat. The title and cover of "Hips!?

Mo Yan said helplessly, "Actually, if you want to write this kind of literature in a partial category, I suggest you read more "Jin. Bottle. Mei", should help you improve your writing! ”

"I'd love to see it, but what's the mess on the Internet right now! It is said that the only one book is in the library of Peking University, and it can only be borrowed at the professor level......"

"Huh! You're right! However, I do have a few professor friends who have read Kim. Bottle. May", I can introduce you to each other! ”

Then, Mo Yan really went to set up a discussion group and pulled Wang Qiang and the two professors of the Northern Department into it.

Then, the four of them discussed "Kim. Bottle. The creative age of "Mei", the description technique, and the various "moves" in the text, there was an in-depth exchange of opinions, and several people chatted more and more speculatively, until two hours later, because the two professors were busy with something, which ended the dialogue with a strong literary atmosphere, however, several people also agreed on a time to continue to discuss literature next time!

"Xiaoyou's literary literacy is so strong, I am really impressed, especially when I just discussed literature, the words are full of philosophy, even I am impressed! There are really few people in the world who can talk about literature for so long with those two old stubborn people! I can't believe that Xiaoyou is just an unknown person in the literary world! Mo Yan chatted privately.

Wang Qiang should not just cry or laugh.

Even now, when I think of being driven by a teacher with a whip to recite a large number of famous sayings and aphorisms of classic literature when I was a child, I am afraid!

But I never thought that I would have the opportunity to pretend to be a wave in front of the literary tycoon Uncle Mo and the two professors. Force!

Maybe it's really a harvest of hard work!

The two chatted for a while, but Wang Qiang said suddenly. "Mo Lao, I think that such a classic work of yours is very likely to win the "Nobel Prize in Literature"! ”

Mo Yan smiled and replied, "Cheng Xiaoyou's auspicious words, if my clumsy work can really be recognized, then I must ask Xiaoyou to write a preface for me!" ”

Hold the grass! Uncle Mo actually asked me to write a preface to his work!

Nima! If this is known to the literati in the previous life, maybe they will be envious!

Wang Qiang was inspired and said, "Since you look at the kid, the kid doesn't hide it, the preface kid has thought about it, compared with literature and science, it is indeed useless." But perhaps the greatest usefulness of literature is that it is useless. ”

"Perhaps the greatest use of literature is that it is useless!" Mo Yan muttered, a simple sentence, but it was like a gust of wind, blowing into his heart, this sentence coincided with what he thought in his heart!

"In that case, Xiaoyou's words, I have written down today's gentleman's agreement!" Mo Yan replied with a smile.

Wang Qiang's acceptance speech for plagiarism was originally Uncle Mo's acceptance speech, without the slightest psychological pressure!

Maybe this is the reason why you walk too much at night and are not afraid of ghosts!

Wang Qiang chatted with Uncle Mo for a few more words, and then he got off the TT!

Now he can at least be sure that Uncle Mo is still the same Uncle Mo, or the literati who does not grovel for fame and fortune!

Maybe it's because he doesn't write stories, but years!

Bloody dissecting that black era, and putting all the dark side in front of people!

When Wang Qiang was thinking wildly, before he knew it, it was already time to get off work!

Wang Qiang also drove his Qirui car and rushed home.

When I opened the door, it was still a mess......

Eating instant noodles every day, Wang Qiang is a little disgusted! Tonight, I was going to improve my food, stewed a pot of rice, and ruthlessly fried a dish, cucumber scrambled eggs.

Actually, Wang Qiang's cooking skills are still good, at least he thinks so!

After eating, soak the dishes in the sink and wash them when you have time!

Sitting alone in a chair, looking out the window, taking a puff of a cigarette, I felt mentally satisfied!

There's a saying that goes like this...... A cigarette after a meal, race over the living immortals!

Leisurely spit out a few smoke rings, Wang Qiang began to think again! The story of "Pinocchio" is set in Italy. Big. Pro, some of the narrative styles, or names, should you change something?

After thinking for a long time, Wang Qiang finally opened the document and coded the "Pinocchio" that was imprinted in his mind by time fragments!

…………

Once upon a time there was ......

"There's a king!" My little reader is about to say.

No, children, you are wrong, there used to be a piece of wood.

This piece of wood is not precious wood, but ordinary wood from the pyre, which is thrown into the stove and fireplace for fire and heating.

I don't know what happened, but one day it happened to be in the shop of an old carpenter, whose name was Antonio, and they called him Master Cherry, and called him Master Cherry, because the tip of his nose was red and purple, and it was shiny, like a ripe cherry.

When the cherry master saw this piece of wood, he was so happy that he rubbed his hands vigorously and muttered in a low voice:

"This piece of wood is just in time, I'm going to make a table leg out of it."

…………

The first chapter is over in no time!

The chapter of "Pinocchio" is only more than 1,000 words, which is nothing to Wang Qiang's current hand speed!

may be because the touch of childhood is too deep, or it may be simply lazy, anyway, Wang Qiang still presents "Pinocchio" in its original style! Pinocchio with a long nose, an old carpenter with a cherry nose......

I wonder if people can accept this different domestic children's story?

Wang Qiang thought about it, but continued to code words, he wanted to code all the "Pinocchio" before going to bed tonight!

(To be continued.) )