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Turgenev wanted to take out the notebook in his arms to write down the poem, but he felt empty in his arms. His heart couldn't help but tighten, and he hurriedly rummaged through all the pockets in his clothes, but he couldn't find the small notebook he had with him to record his inspiration.

"What's wrong?"

Baudelaire watched Turgenev search around the crowd, stopped and asked, "What are you looking for, my friend?" ”

"Book, my book."

Impatient, Turgenev drew a shape in the air with both hands, and then gestured to Baudelaire, described it in a general way, and said in an anxious tone, "It's probably like this, but now it's gone, hell, I don't know where I threw it." ”

However, Baudelaire looked around, where could he find the shadow of a notebook in the vast street where people came and went.

After searching for a while to no avail, Turgenev could only accept one fact in frustration.

His inspirations these days have been in vain.

Baudelaire patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'll report you lost and found, relax, my friend." By the way, are there any important documents in it? ”

Just now coming from the Gare du Nord, passing through three or four arrondissements of Paris, the notebook may have been lost somewhere, lying quietly in some dirty mud, waiting to be discovered.

"Fortunately, my important manuscripts are in the suitcase, but there are a few good short stories written in it, and it's a pity to lose them."

Turgenev shook his head regretfully, and now he had to pick up his suitcase, an inconspicuous black suitcase that was his final destination in Paris. Fortunately, the manuscript of "The Eve" was not lost, otherwise he would have been as miserable as Yelena who lost her husband.

Hearing that the other party had not lost an important manuscript, Baudelaire's tense heart relaxed, and he said with relief, "Let's go, maybe we can find it in the future, but the priority now is to find you a place to stay." ”

……

At the same time, Garion returned home, tired and lying on the bed, he took out the notebook in his arms, looked at the Russian on it, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Syllable.

The sound of a notebook folding sounded in the quiet room, and Garian finally gave up thinking about it and thought back to everything that had happened today.

The white paint marks made him begin to doubt the literary and artistic prosperity of the 19th century.

In this era of fierce ideological conflict between the old and the new, the Bonapartists, led by the Napoleonic family, worked hard to secure their ruling position. From cultural repression to exile, all dissenting literati were expelled from French soil.

After the fall of the July Dynasty, the leader of the Orleans party, Thiers, still writes books behind closed doors, not daring to speak out against the current situation, and even wrote a book extolling the great achievements of Napoleon I to curry favor with the rulers of the Second Empire.

Then I don't criticize current affairs, right? Sorry, there's also a section called Official Criticism that specializes in censoring "immoral" works. So any work that tries to express modern life and point to the rule of Paris will be seized.

……

The humid air has created mildew spots on the grey-white ceilings, and the rejuvenating spring has brought comfort and warmth, but it has also made the environment in the old town harsh, and when the snow melts, the streets that are still being renovated become muddy swamps. There were traces of livestock and human shoes on it, and the gentleman in dark Clark had a disgruntled frown and swore his feet, but his trouser legs and leather shoes were already covered with yellow-brown mud marks.

Distraught, Garion got up from his bed, walked to the window, and looked at the people on the lower floors coming and going, their patched clothes stained with all kinds of stains, and their faces all wore tired and indifferent.

Garian thought of the smeared poems, and the silenced people.

He took a deep breath, suddenly thought of what he was going to do, and walked briskly to the table.

The ink and the paved paper awaited their masters.

Garion picked up the pen, paused a centimeter from the paper, and began to write a paragraph onto the paper.

"In April, when the weather was sunny and cold, and the clock struck thirteen times, Winston Smith slumped his neck to avoid the cold wind, and quickly slipped through the glass door of the Victory Building, but he was not quick enough to prevent a gust of sand from following him into the door............ Winston, who lived on seven floors, was thirty-nine years old, and had varicose veins on his right foot and neck because he climbed very slowly. There were several breaks along the way, and on each floor, there was a poster with a large face on the wall facing the staircase, and the eyes in the painting always followed you wherever you went. The caption below reads: Big Brother is watching you. ”

Garian fictionalized the future social development background in the novel, when the world was divided between three superpowers - Oceania, Eurasia and East Asia, the war between the three countries was continuous, the internal social structure of the country was completely broken, and all implemented a high degree of personal centralized rule, with extreme means such as changing history, changing language, breaking the family, etc., suppressing people's thoughts and instincts, controlling people's behavior with electronic curtains with surveillance and listening functions, and maintaining the operation of society with the personality cult of leaders and hatred of domestic and foreign enemies.

However, in order to be more in line with the social perception of the nineteenth century, Garion still made a lot of changes to the political background and life background of the book, such as changing the modern transportation and lifestyle, which is more in line with the current social trend, and subtly hinting at and targeting the centralized rule of Napoleon III's big bourgeoisie at this time.

Just after Garion finished the first chapter, there is a knock on the door inside the rental house. He stood up and opened the door, and saw Zola standing in the doorway, holding up the newspaper in his hand.

He excitedly said to Garion, "Look, Gallian, my novel is starting to be serialized in Le Figaro!" I can't believe it, my first work was serialized. ”

Le Figaro generously placed Zola's "Tavern" in the most prominent serialization position, and it seems that Wilmesan had great expectations for Zola's novel.

"Congratulations."

Garion smiled and agreed, and he shifted to make room for Zola to enter.

Once inside, Garion closed the door to avoid being heard by outsiders.

"Garion, you're so talented, you should write a novel."

Tasting the sweetness of victory, Zola proposed, "Why don't you try to write too?" ”

Hearing this, Garion turned around, he picked up the manuscript paper on the table, and said to his elated friend behind him, "I just wrote a beginning, do you want to read it?" ”

Zola took the manuscript from Garion, glanced at the beginning, and asked, "What is this story?" The story of the future? ”

"Well, it's a story of the future."

"In the future," Garion explains, "In the future, the hero's country, Oceania, will have only one political party, the National Socialist Party, which, according to their language, is referred to as the National Socialist Party, and the leader of the National Socialist Party has supreme power, and everyone must be loyal to him. Society is also divided into three strata, according to its relationship with the Party: the core loyalists, the peripheral closers, and the proletarians. Government agencies are divided into four departments: the Ministry of Peace for armaments and war, the Ministry of Friendship for the maintenance of order, repression and torture, the Ministry of Truth for propaganda, culture and falsification of history, and the Ministry of Prosperity for production and distribution. ”

Zola reads the novel while listening to Garion's introduction to the social background. Something suddenly came to mind, and a knowing smile appeared.

"The system of lifelong power, the leader of this party is no different from the current emperor of France, etc., this background is not ......"

Garion made a silent gesture and winked at Zola, then quoted the sentence from the text.

"Shhhh

"Can that be published?"

Garion smiled slightly and said, "This is called the Spring and Autumn Brushwork, and I didn't name which country it was, even the news censorship department has no right to seal it." ”

Zola nodded knowingly, quickly changing the subject, and asked, "Does this story have a name?" It's interesting to read. ”

"I've already thought of a name."

Garion cleaned up the table and said to Zola, who was flipping through the manuscript behind him, "It's called 1984." ”