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It was rare to meet a bosom friend, and Zola insisted on pulling Garian to talk for more than an hour, and did not go back until it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Done?"

When the landlord Emily looked at the joyful Garion in the hallway, there was undisguised surprise in her eyes.

"Yes, that's it."

Garian proudly took the contract from Mrs. Ferrorand's hand, and said to him with a smile, "The other party is not an unreasonable fellow. ”

After signing the contract with the landlord, I went back to my room to rest and fell asleep in a daze.

The morning alarm clock woke Garion from his slumber and opened his eyes in a daze, the light shining on his face through the attic window, and the haze of the sky had cleared, revealing a clear blue color.

The gradual enlivening of St. Anthony's Street heralds the start of the day.

Garian got up and hurriedly put on his Carmagno jacket, screwed on the worn metal buttons, and prepared to go out to buy his belongings. As soon as I walked out the door, I saw the landlord Emily passing by the staircase with baked bread.

Emily saw Garion unbuttoning as she went downstairs, smiled and said hello, "Good morning, Mr. Garion." ”

Garion smiled in return, "Good morning, landlady." ”

Emily reached out and took a slice of rye bread from her plate and handed it to him, saying, "Take it, I just baked it." ”

Garion took the landlord's bread and nodded in gratitude. Then, as if thinking of something, he asked, "By the way, Mrs. Emily, I would like to ask where there is a tailor shop in this neighborhood?" ”

"A tailor?"

Mrs. Emily thought for a moment, and said, "There is a tailor shop on the street where you turn left. If Mr. Garion wanted to buy a Clark coat, it would be cheaper than the other two. ”

"Thank you."

Garian returned to his room, finished his bread, and walked out the door, towards the busy Boulevard St. Anthony. After taking a few steps, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the attic where Zuo pulled in, the window did not know when it had been opened, and he began to write hard for another day.

Walking through the bustling market and the smell of livestock manure, Garion found the tailor shop that the landlord had called him, and prepared to order two sets of brown Clarks to clean up.

With everything in order, Garion went to Zola, and when he knocked on the door, he had a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

With his hair in disarray, as if he hadn't been taken care of in days, Garion walked into Zola's equally bad room and found a blank space on his desk.

"What's wrong? His Excellency Zola. ”

Garian quipped, "Didn't you write a word last night?" The Muses don't look after your fingers. ”

Zola shook his head helplessly, waved the manuscript in his hand, and said, "Don't mention it, as you can see, I received another rejection letter this morning. ”

Until 1962, Zola's literary career was a bleak one, although he persisted in writing, convinced that he had "something extraordinary" and that "sooner or later it will always be revealed". But the poverty of his life forced him to find a job at Hachette to support his family.

It was also on this occasion that he took advantage of his position to make contacts with writers and scholars, such as Lamartine, Sainte-Beuve, Abou, Guizot, Michelet, Litley, Tanner, etc., and established friendships and gained a lot of valuable experience.

Looking at the endless struggle but never getting a reward, Garion remembered Flaubert's famous saying, "The life of writing is like the life of a dog, but it is indeed the only life worth living." ”

Looking at the poor and down-and-out fellow, Garion thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I can help you." ”

A helpless Zola asked rhetorically, "What?" ”

"I happened to have a subject in mind last night that might be able to help you. But I only have an outline in my head, and I don't know if you can perfect the story. ”

Zola was suddenly interested, he picked up the pen, pointed it at the blank manuscript paper, and then Garion said, "Tell me, maybe I can write it well?" ”

"The protagonist of the novel is called Gilves, a hard-working and kind girl who has been tormented by her alcoholic father since she was a child, and at the age of 14 she lived with the worker Lang Dier and gave birth to two sons, and the family arrived in Paris. Three months later, after selling all the family's belongings, Londiere abandoned Cervis and his two young sons and eloped with the others. In Paris, where she was unaccompanied, she worked as a laundry and other small workers to support her two children's schooling. Gubo fell in love with the self-reliant Stervis and married her, and gave birth to a daughter Nana, the two were diligent and thrifty, and slowly accumulated a small amount of money, and their lives took a turn for the better. Unexpectedly, Gubo fell from the roof of the house while working and was seriously injured, and in order to treat her husband's injuries, Stervis spent all her savings. ”

After Gubo recovered from his injury, his temperament changed drastically, he was reluctant to work, he began to drink, and the burden of supporting his family was all on Cervais alone. At this time, Gu Hao, a blacksmith who has a crush on Cervas, lends all his savings to Cerves, so that Cervais finally fulfills her dream of opening a laundry. With Cerves' hard work and hard work, business was booming. But the good times did not last long, Gubo became more and more lazy and drunk, and Langdiye once again intruded into her life, "renting" her house to eat for nothing. The long-term financial and mental stress caused Cervis to become greedy and lazy, and soon her laundry went bankrupt. ”

Losing her job and dignity, she also fell into a habit of alcoholism, and finally fell to the lowest level of her life. After Gubo died of alcohol poisoning, she also starved to death under the stairs. ”

After listening to Garion's story, he sighed and said, "It's a cannibalistic society. ”

"Tragedy destroys the valuable things in life for people to see, and pathos is often more deeply rooted in people's hearts than laughter." ”

The outline of the story told by Garion is the outline of Zola's famous novel "The Tavern", and he has historically received a huge response with this novel. In 1877, the Bistro was published as a single book, which caused a fierce debate in French society. It touched one of the most sensitive nerves of contemporary society, reflected the true portrayal of the world of the people at the bottom, and simply hit the core of the "French dream" of the Third Republic, arousing a fierce reaction from all walks of life. Someone in Paris brought "Little Hotel" to the stage, and everywhere there was a story about Cerves, and even her name appeared in popular songs.

Zola's work excels at showing the beginning of the era of imperialism through realistic depictions of the exchange, the World Bank, and joint-stock companies.

It not only shows the mutual struggle between the consortium tycoons and the desperate struggle in the exchange, but also shows the contradictions and conflicts between labor and management in a positive way, and captures the panorama of the general strike of industrial workers from the broadest camera perspective. He likes to gain insight into human society, examine human archives, and analyze in detail the social evils under the veil of capitalist civilization.

He's a familiar navigator of this kind of subject.

Seeing that Zola was lost in thought, Garion struck while the iron was hot and said, "How? Want to give it a try? I happen to know a publisher who is the president of Michelle, and I might want him to put in touch. ”

Hearing Garion say that he knew Michel Press, Zola's cheeks squeezed out a look of disbelief, and he confirmed it again, "You said you know the president of Michel Press?" ”

"I don't know each other."

Garion said honestly, "I saved her life on the train, to be exact." ”

Then he told Zola what had happened on the train, and after listening to his words, Zola said excitedly, "Great, my friend, give me a week, and I can write the outline of the story you gave." ”

Zola thought of something and asked, "By the way, Galion, why don't you write it yourself?" ”

Garion shrugged and said, "I haven't figured out what to write yet." ”

Zola gave him a blank look and showed him a way out, "You don't write novels, you can write poetry." ”

"Huh?"

Garion looked up slowly, and this time Zola brought up a topic of interest to Garion.

"Writing poetry?"