Amir Hui said just do it, staring at the notes, meticulous, and the whole person was focused on the paper.

There was also a voice of encouragement from Ah San: "Come on, Xiao Huihui, after I have written, I will invite you to eat fast chicken." ”

"Uh-huh, come on. It doesn't matter if you can't write it well, we'll see the mercenary you wrote"

"Yes, let's see"

A faint sentence, laughter and scolding, affinity and care, there is always an inexplicable feeling in it. A touch of happiness, yes, is the feeling and happiness. Ordinary things, ordinary words. Amirhui immersed himself in it, wandering through his memory, wandering his soul, and the hand holding the pen moved unconsciously, and the plain and simple words composed of a touch of human nature.

Unconsciously, thousands of words were formed under his hands, and looking at the words he wrote, Amir Hui felt happy in his heart!

1

All day, the sun was as dark as dusk. The mist floats over the mountains like a water monster, and the huge mountains form ocean-like shadows, which are unfathomable. Kanchenjunga. The distant mountain tops seem to emerge from the snow and ice, gathering the last rays of heavenly light, faintly visible in the haze. The summit faced the storm, and from time to time it raised showers of snow and dust.

Sai was sitting on the verandah, holding an old National Geographic magazine, reading about the giant squid. From time to time, she glanced up at Kanchen Jangya, only to see a strange phosphorescent light shining on the mountain, and she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. The judge sat in a far corner, with a chessboard in front of him. Matt, the dog, tucked herself under the chair she had always felt safe, snoring slightly in her sleep. Overhead, a wire dangled from a light bulb without a hood. It was cold, and it was even colder inside, and the stone walls several feet high breathed in the chill and darkness.

Deep inside the house, in the cavernous kitchen, the cook is busy lighting damp wood. He carefully groped for the fire primer, lest he alarm the scorpion, which had been living, making love, and breeding in the pyre. Once he saw a female scorpion, swollen with venom all over her body, carrying fourteen small scorpions on her back.

The fire was finally lit, and he put the kettle up. The body of the pot has a hard shell, which has cracked, like an old object dug up by the archaeological team. He waited for the water to boil. The walls were wet and scorched, and strings of mud-stained garlic hung from the blackened beams. Clusters of putty had accumulated on the ceiling, as dense as an upside-down bat. The firelight reflected the cook's face, dancing with orange spots. He felt his upper body begin to warm up, but a gust of wind made his arthritic knee ache again.

……

After the first chapter came out, the original high-pitched voice of "Mercenary" disappeared completely, and everything became calm, like the ebb and flow of the tide, coming and going in a hurry, leaving only a shallow imprint.

Amir Hui is now just focusing on his new work "Lost Inheritance"!

The time of day was no different from last week, and perhaps the only difference was that there were fewer people pestering Amirhui to read the novel. After all, people don't think that Amirhui can write a wonderful literary work, you must know that he has not done anything outstanding in this area in the past, although there are poetry works such as "Sunflowers in the Sun" and "Spring Flowers Blooming Facing the Sea", and there are also highly readable novels such as "Mercenary World".

But when it comes to participating in the provincial literary competition, everyone doesn't think that Amirhui can write it.

Just muttered to himself, exchanging heads. The old headmaster is out of sight! I don't know what he thinks, maybe it's because he cherishes Amirhui's literary brilliance in poetry.

For the comments of his classmates at school and even teachers, Amir Hui is familiar with it.

Now everything is false, let the facts speak!

Time is ticking, and the day passes peacefully.

Amir Hui also calmly put away his things, and took the school bus home with the worried Amir Jade and Dixit.

Eat and drink to your heart's content, and wash up.

Amirhui returned to the creation of the work.

Every time I write a chapter, I also have some more feelings or insights in my heart, although the literary level of Amir Hui has not improved significantly, but it is indeed steadily improving.

The night in Mumbai also deepened step by step, and soon it was late at night. Mumbai's night is different from other cities in that it doesn't. London and São Paulo are as bustling, and there is no fashion taste of Paris or New York.

But Mumbai has always had an unrivalled beauty at night, especially when you look at the city from above, and you'll be mesmerized by its beauty, and it's hard to tell what makes it unique. Maybe that's the magic of the city!

In this way, Amirhui quietly wrote "The Lost Inheritance" in his room alone, and did not go to bed until late at night.

Several days and nights in a row. Time passed, "The Lost Inheritance" wrote 40,000 words in an orderly manner, which is rare for a literary work of a competition, and the number of words in this work is far from the number of words in the finished book.

It was Friday.

The weather is beautiful and the weather is clear.

"Amirhui, I'm glad you have such confidence. But you know what? It took nearly a month, nearly 30 days, from the time of registration to the submission of the manuscript, which means that he only handed in the manuscript before yesterday. The other students in the competition are similar, are you sure you can complete a finalist in a week? ”

In the last class.

Nano is a kind teacher, and he also knows that Amirhui is only going to write the entry this week, and he doesn't want to say too many words to hit Amirhui, so he can only ask so curiously and tactfully.

Yes.

The Provincial Education Bureau's literary competition, the people who participated in this literary competition, they didn't have a few brushes, they agreed to fantasize about passing, and then break into the finals, and even rush to the first place, and become famous in one fell swoop. Therefore, their requirements for works are particularly strict, always repairing and repairing, changing and changing!

Students like Cook, who excel in character and academics, and are highly expected by both students and teachers, are no exception.

In other words, this considered literary genius had to revise more than a dozen times before he could hand in his manuscript, not to mention how good a person like Amirhui, who was not well prepared and had not excelled in this area in the past, could write a good work?

"Dear Nano Sensei, I think I can. But I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to listen to this lesson of yours, and I still have to catch up with the final draft. Amirhui said apologetically.

I was caught by the teacher in class, and I wrote a book in class and deserted, and it was really that.

But Amirhui's words are full of confidence, not bluff, nor self-righteousness.

"I can do it!"

In that earth, where there are so many literary works, "Lost Inheritance" won the first place in one fell swoop, and it is worth mentioning that the author's mother, Anita Desai, is also a writer, and has been nominated for the Booker Prize three times, but all of them have passed by.

And her daughter Kiran won the award for the first time when she was nominated for this book, which seems to be out of the blue. Therefore, Amirhui is very confident that this book has also won the National Book Review Award of the United States and the "Top Ten Novels of the Year" by Publishers Weekly, and is the brightest pearl of English literature at the beginning of the century. The Booker Prize jury commented on "Inheriting the Lost Man": "Inheriting the Lost Man" is a great novel, which deeply portrays human nature and wisdom, and the style of writing is both elegant banter and sharp politics.

Kieran Desai, the author of "Inheriting the Lost Man", spent seven years writing the book, and even reduced the book from 1,500 to 300 pages; The book was well received upon publication and has been translated into more than 40 languages. Literary giant Rushdie also praised Kieran Desai: "Desai is an amazing writer. It has been expected from the first work, and this one really lives up to expectations. ”

Therefore, Amirhui has 12% confidence that if this work goes to the hands of the judges, even if he does not finish the book, he will definitely be able to enter the finals.

Nano nodded, not saying anything more.

Only Virginio, who had been silent for a while, went to heaven and his little brother Jimmy, watching from the sidelines, and secretly laughed at himself: "This kid, it is estimated that he will not even be able to break into the preliminary round, hum, we will taunt him more than a month later!" When the event is over, I can't even enter the preliminary round to see if he has a face! ”

Other students also whispered.

Even Ziqi, Skinny Monkey, Amiryu and others don't have much confidence in Amirhui.

Only Amir Hui is calm and calm, what should he do!

The bell rings.

"Teacher, this is my entry!" When Nami's class was finished, Amir Hui did not hesitate to hand over this unfinished work, which could only be counted as a fraction of the story, and his own materials to the head teacher Nami. Nano glanced at Amirhui in surprise before taking his manuscript. However, he only glanced at the first page of text, and did not intend to look closely.

Nano has coached Amir Hui for a short time, and he knows how Amir Hui's literary level is, how can he be a scumbag!

I'm really not interested in reading it.

Even if there are poetry works such as "Sunflowers in the Sun" and "Spring Blossoms Facing the Sea", Nano still thinks that this is just a short poem, and Amirhui is only more talented in this area. But poetry and literature are not much comparable.

And look at the thick pile of works in my hand. Nano shook his head secretly, originally this competition was not long, not short, but most people write short and concise literary works, where can there be such long works?

The quality of the work is also evident.

What's more, under the competition of many talented young authors, it is estimated that they will not be able to enter the preliminary round!

"Very good, Amirhui, you really wrote an entry. Okay, I'll help you submit it to the judges. I hope you make it to the preliminary round. Nano couldn't say what was going on in her heart, so she smiled kindly and walked out of the classroom.