The death of a young writer?

Everyone was stunned when they saw the title of the Joker's novel.

With curiosity, everyone began to read the text.

On a very good evening, there was an equally good writer named Zhao Fan, who was sitting in the second row of the main hall, watching a play with a telescope.

He watched the play intently and felt very happy.

But suddenly, his face wrinkled, his eyes disappeared, and his breathing stopped...... He took the binoculars off his eyes, bent down, and let out a loud sneeze.

No matter who you are, no matter where you are, sneezing is always forbidden.

Of course, the countrymen sneeze, the police officers also sneeze, and even the director of the Cultural Affairs Committee sometimes sneezes.

Zhao Fan didn't panic at all, he wiped his face with a handkerchief, and looked around, he wanted to make sure that his sneezing had bothered others.

But at this glance, he panicked, for he saw a little old man sitting in the first row in front of him wiping his bald head and neck with his gloves, muttering something unhappily.

Zhao Fan recognized that the little old man was actually the director of the Cultural Affairs Committee.

"I sprayed the spittle on him."

Zhao Fan thought to himself, "He's not my boss, but that's still embarrassing." I have to apologize. ”

With a cough, he leaned his whole body forward and whispered to the director's ear, "I'm sorry, director, I splashed the spit stars on you...... I accidentally ......"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter......"

"For God's sake, forgive me. I...... I didn't mean to do that. ”

"Alas, please sit down! Let me listen to the play! ”

Zhao Fan was embarrassed, he smiled stupidly, and then watched the play.

He looked, looked, but he was no longer happy.

He began to feel miserable and unsettled.

During the break, he walked up to the director of the Cultural Affairs Committee, walked beside him, suppressed his shyness, and muttered, "I sprayed the spittle stars on you, my lord...... Forgive me...... You understand...... I didn't mean to ......"

"Well, that's enough...... I've forgotten, but you can't stop talking! The director pursed his lips impatiently.

"He's forgotten, but there's a fierce glint in his eyes."

Zhao Fan looked at the director suspiciously, and secretly thought: "And he doesn't want to say more, I should explain it to him to explain that I really have no intention of ...... Explain that sneezing is a natural rule, otherwise he will think that I am deliberately spitting on him. Of course he didn't think so now, but he will definitely think so in the future! ”

As soon as he got home, Zhao Fan told his wife about his gaffe.

However, he felt that his wife was completely unconcerned about this unfortunate event.

His wife was a little frightened at first, but after she learned that the director of the Cultural Affairs Committee was appointed by the Cultural Commission, her wife was relieved, after all, her husband was in the Writers' Association.

"However, it's better for you to pay for it."

"Otherwise, he'll think you're acting inappropriately." ”

"That's what I'm talking about! I've already paid for it, but somehow he's weird...... Not a word. But there was no time to speak. ”

The next day, Zhao Fan put on a new uniform, got a haircut, and went to the home of the director of the Above Committee to explain.

As soon as he entered the director's reception room, he saw that there were many people who had come to ask for help, and the director himself was caught in the middle of them and was talking to them.

After the director asked several people who asked for things, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Fan.

"Yesterday at the Algar Theatre, if you remember, Director."

Zhao Fan opened his mouth to talk, "I sneezed...... Accidentally sprayed you...... Please ...... originally"

"What nonsense,...... That's not true! Is there anything you want me to do? ”

The director spoke to a person who asked for help, and ignored him at all.

"He wouldn't say much." Zhao Fan's face turned white; "He's angry? No, it can't be like this...... I'm going to have to make it clear to him. ”

When the director finished talking to the last person who asked for the matter, and was about to walk into the inner room, Zhao Fan walked over, followed him, and muttered: "Director, that thing was not done on purpose, please believe my words." ”

The director made a sad face and waved his hand.

"Oh, you're kidding me, sir."

With that, he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"How can this be a joke?"

Zhao Fan thought to himself, "It's not a joke at all!" He's the director, but he doesn't understand. Even so, I don't want to compensate this person for putting on a show! ! I'll write to him, I'll never come again. The emperor is above, I won't come at all! ”

Zhao Fan thought so and walked home to write a letter to the director, but he didn't write it, because he really didn't know what to write.

He had to explain it himself again the next day.

"I'm here to make amends, because I sneezed all over your spittle...... I never dreamed of making fun of you. Where do I dare to joke with you? If we get into the habit of joking, it will be ...... Loss of respect for others ......"

"Get out!" The director screamed, his face turned blue, and he couldn't even remember it.

"What?" Zhao Fan asked in a low voice, numb with fear.

"Get out!" The director said again, pause.

Zhao Fan's stomach seemed to have something churning, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, retreated to the door, went out, went to the street, and walked all the way.

He walked home, did not take off his uniform, lay down on the sofa, and ...... He's dead!

Seeing the end, countless readers were shocked.

The writer actually ...... He's dead!

The novel is bland and outrageous.

The language of the novel is even more prosaic, and it can't be more bland.

Suspense or anything, there is nothing in this novel.

But in the end, the novel is extremely shocking.

Yang Xiong couldn't help but admire: "The road is simple, back to basics, Long Yuan, you are better than me!" ”

An ordinary little writer would be scared to death.

The irony in the novel is too strong.

Anyone can see who the clown is satirizing.

"The clown is declaring war on the Cultural Affairs Commission."

"No, the Joker is declaring war on everyone who says he's ghostwriting."

"He's not the little writer in the book, he won't be scared to death!"

"Who says a clown can't write anything other than reversal?"

"That's it, the clown slapped a lot of people in the face with this story."

In the novel, the clown uses an exaggerated and satirical tone to reflect an extremely distorted Zhao Fan. What is the reason why this Zhao Fan became like this? Because of the extreme distortion of the literary world in the book, Zhao Fan became such a person. ”

"The clown is obviously using Zhao Fan to satirize the current Zhonghai literary circle."

"The clown wrote that it was cool, but his trouble is estimated to be big."

Many people can't help but worry about the clown.

Cultural Commission, Pei Donglai trembled with anger.