Hearing that Chen Xing agreed to his request, Karl breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

He has been writing this last part for a long time, because he wants to have a cover that belongs only to himself, and to say goodbye to his current self and his future self in this book, so he waited until now.

This idea was originally born after seeing the portrait photos taken by Chen Xing.

He also asked a lot of local photographers in Northern Europe, but found that it was Chen Xing who photographed people with more taste, and now he met in this way in Oslo, which has to be said to be a very special fate.

Chen Xing was also very embarrassed and said: "I didn't expect that my career as a writer had just started, and you would have to say goodbye to this profession." ”

"You also wrote books?"

"Yes, it is a travelogue of France, I have traveled through the north and south of France in the past two years, summarized some attractions and points of attention in France, restaurants and hotels, and wrote a book."

"Then I'm going to have to read it, although I've been to France a few times, I really haven't learned about it well."

Chen Xing smiled: "If you can see my works in Norway, then I will really become a great writer." ”

He looked down at "I'm Not a Writer at Last" that Carl gave him, and said, "But I'll send you a copy, which contains a lot of photos, even if you can't read Huaxia's words, you can still understand those photos." ”

Carl is dozens of years old, so he naturally knows what Chen Xing is talking about, and said, "If you don't want this book, you can give it back to me......"

Chen Xing hurriedly threw the book into another hand far away from Carl and said, "Eh, you can't go back to the things you sent out." ”

This gesture made Carl's smile with satisfaction.

It seems that Chen Xing still likes this gift very much.

He likes Chen Xing's sometimes clever and sometimes childish personality, which makes him feel a little younger, knowing that Chen Xing also shared some skills after he started writing, as well as the difficulties he encountered when writing.

His book is an autobiography, but in the process of writing, his relatives found out about it and threatened not to have his name appear in the work, which forced Carl to change his relative's name.

Chen Xing felt that no matter what their image was in the book, they would at least be regarded as famous in history after they were written.

If they change their names, won't the Norwegians around them know what they're called?

Alas, if Carl was a relative of Chen Xing, he would never refuse to have his name appear in his book.

In the afternoon, Carl had other things, and after receiving the call, he slipped away, and Chen Xing wandered the streets alone for two hours, feeling a little bored, and when he walked to the beach, he saw those yachts parked on the sea again.

Well, I do want to go up and experience actinium.

Even if it's winter, the sea isn't icing anyway, so it's comfortable to move a chair out and bask in the sun on the yacht during the day.

So Chen Xing began to think about who to contact.

He met several friends in Oslo, Thorin, Eriksen, Kayla, Ai. These men all owned yachts, and they talked about it that night, and Kayla didn't know if there were, but most of them did.

Would a wealthy family living in Oslo have no yachts?

You can do without a car, but you can't do without a yacht.

But Kayla is not very convenient for women, Chen Xing is not very familiar with her, and Eriksen is obviously not a person who is very good at playing, so it is more suitable for Ai to go after thinking about it, and you can go to Iceland with him later.

That's you!

So I took out my phone......

……

Here, Chen Xing is urgently contacting his friends to take a few girls out to sea, and on the other side, Knausgaard has just entered the publishing house.

The book was supposed to be published in the middle of the year, but Knausgaard was not satisfied with the situation on the cover.

For writers of this level, the publishing house should still pay more attention to the writer's opinion when contacting them, otherwise if a young writer dares to make such a request to the publishing house or even postpone the publication, then they will definitely let the little writer know why the flowers are so popular.

Knowing that Knausgaard went to see Chen Xing today, a few editors who saw him at this moment hurriedly asked.

"Mr. Knausgaard, did your communication with Mr. Chen go well?"

"Did he promise to take a picture of you?"

That's what they're most concerned about.

Chen Xing is the person who Knausgaard wants to cooperate with the most after meeting many photographers, if he does not agree, then Knausgaard cannot continue to be willful on the issue of covers, or find a random photographer to shoot, or listen to them and use the cover recommended by the publishing house.

When Knausgaard came in, he took off his coat and hung it at the door, and the editors in this publishing house were quite foreigners, and they couldn't stand the cold in Northern Europe, and the heating was turned on very high, and he couldn't stand the temperature and suffocated.

"Of course, this person looks a little cold from afar, but he is a great young man in contact, and chatting with him before I know it, time flies quickly, and I almost forgot to get here."

"So that's why you're late?"

Knausgao laughed and said, "Yes." ”

The editor-in-chief also came out at this time and asked, "When will he be able to shoot you?" ”

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he said he had to contact a studio first."

"Who's going to get in touch? We? ”

"He said he would come on his own."

"Okay, then we can get the book out before Christmas."

Europe has a habit of giving each other Christmas gifts, and when the time comes, Knausgaard's "Mein Kampf 6" will be bought by many people and given as Christmas gifts, and even a Norwegian can receive seven or eight copies of the same book in one night.

This year, he wants these books to be this Mein Kampf

Thinking of this picture, the editor-in-chief looked at Knausgaard with a very gentle look.

This is a writer, this is a cornucopia.

They then had a small meeting to discuss how the publicity for the publication would proceed. Then, two hours later, some forums in Norway suddenly broke the news that Knaus's new work, which was also the last part of my struggle, was about to be published.

This message spread to the whole country at a breakneck speed, and then to the Nordic Zone, then to the European Zone.

Seeing this, the publisher also made Knaus come forward and say a few words.

Facing the camera, Knausgaard said with a slightly tired look: "Yes, the sixth part is indeed going to be published, and this is also my last one, and I will not continue to live as a writer in the future." ”

Journalists collectively stood up.

"Mr. Knausgaard, are you in good spirits?"

"Are you leaving this world?"

Whatever answer they get here, when they return to the company, an article "The National Writer Carl Ove Knausgaard Decided to Die" will be published immediately.

There are also normal people who ask, "Mr. Knausgaard, do you want to seal the pen?" Ever wondered what you're going to do in the future? ”

"A lot, I want to go fishing, I want to go hiking with my friends, I travel all over the world, I'm fifty years old, and I don't have much time left for my free activities. By the way, I may also be a photographer, I met a friend who is very good at taking pictures, and I also invited him to shoot the portrait cover for me. ”

Hey? Knausgaard has a very high opinion of this photographer.

Authors in the cultural circle know that Knausgaard has been waiting for this cover for months, and who is waiting for now?

"May I ask who this photographer you are talking about?"

Knausgao nodded and said: "It is the photographer I want to work with the most, Chen Xing from Huaxia, Mr. Chen, his works have a thick sense of story, and I want to use his creation to cut the current me and the future me." ”

Yes, cutting.

He is gone with the publication of several autobiographies, but his life will go on in the future.

As he said before, maybe he can become a professional photographer, and even if he doesn't write anymore, he will use another way to express his inner feelings.

"Chen Xing?"

Some people heard the name for the first time, and some people knew a little bit about Chen Xing.

However, after they go back, they will search for news about this photographer, after all, Chen Xing's shooting has determined the publication date of Knausgaard's work this time, which still needs to be explained in detail.

………………

Wind!

Cold!

In the cold wind, Ai only wore a leather swimsuit that covered his whole body, and pulled a rope connected to the yacht to surf the sea, his curly hair was wet with water, and he pushed his hands to the back, making a strange noise!

"Woohoo! It's cool, star, do you want to try the feeling of surfing? ”

On the deck, Chen Xing clung to the railing of the yacht, and the wind blew his hair rattle, rattle......

It's just him here, no sister!

Damn, I should have thought of it a long time ago, how could Ai, who pursues excitement, have a comfortable yacht, he said that this speedboat, and it is a little bigger, and it is said that it is a yacht, and the things in it are very simple, and the horsepower is very weird.

Chen Xing didn't believe it if he hadn't changed it.

Oh, no, it can't be said that he is the only one on this boat, there is also a friend who was called by Ai to drive the yacht, named Tom or Sham, anyway, driving a yacht on this sea is as crazy as Ai, and the huge splash can fly more than three meters high with the speedboat passing by.

"I won't!" Chen Xing shouted.

If you don't shout louder, Ai who is pulling the rope may not be able to hear.

"Won't? It won't matter, this one is simple. ”

Chen Xing didn't want to go, it wasn't a question of whether it would be or not, the key was that he was a relatively average swimmer, and he was very scared of playing this kind of dangerous sport on the water, so he just wanted to blow the cold wind on this boat.

Alas, I won't come out with Ai next time.

Regret ......

Racing yachting was still very exciting at first, but after a long time, it was still boring, but Ai had a lot of fun skateboarding.

Chen Xing saw an island in the distance, and Tom, who was driving the yacht, asked, "Is that island Nakolmen Island?" ”

"Yes, a resort island."

Chen Xing and Thorin had seen this island when they were looking at the sea in the manor, and when they heard that there were many beautiful stones and shells on it, they said, "Can we go up here and have a look?" ”

Tom can't be the master, he's just called to drive the yacht.

"You'll have to ask Ai about this."

Chen Xing hurriedly went to the stern of the boat to shout, and called Al Orlando, who had been playing for most of the day.

He got on the boat and said, "What's wrong? Have you thought it through? Surfing is a lot of fun, and I promise you'll enjoy it. ”

"No, no, no, I've heard that there are a lot of colored stones and shells on Nakolmen Island, and I want to go up and see it."

Ai's eyes widened.

"O my God! Are you a girl or a boy at all? Who likes those shiny stones? ”

"I'm not a girl, but I have my own girl." Chen Xing explained.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, that's obvious."

"Then you let me find you a few little models, you are really ...... That's bad enough, hehehehe! ”

Chen Xing slapped his forehead.

"How could I be looking for you, I should have gone to Thorin......"

He thought that Erickson was an innocent chick, why are you Ai also like this?

"What are you looking for him to do?" Ai sighed and clasped her hands. "I shouldn't have driven this boat out if I knew you liked this kind of tune, I thought you were not such people."

"What kind of person?" Chen Xing rolled his eyes.

He didn't have to do something with the models, he just wanted to experience the corrupt life of the capitalists, so what?

"Okay, it's already out anyway, you want to go to the island to find a stone to send to your girlfriend?"

"Well, she likes colorful things."

It wasn't far away, but now the boat was going in that direction and it was soon at the dock.

Chen Xing asked, "Is there your house up there?" ”

"No, the price of the house is very expensive, Erickson has, if you want to go and see it, you can ask him for the code to the gate."

"Forget it."

There weren't many boats on the dock, it looked like some of the boats had been parked for a long time, there were a lot of dirty things on them, and Chen Xing even saw the corpses of fish.

Alas, my heart hurts.

It is recommended that the yachts and luxury cars that the rich do not want can be donated to the poor for their own use, these delicate things are not easy to break for a long time, and it is estimated that electronic parts will have problems in a few months every day.

When the three of them went to the island, Ai introduced: "There are more people on the island in the summer, and now it is estimated that there are only some people who live on it for a long time or community workers. ”

It's a resort island, but it's also a community.

Every day, people come here by boat to do cleaning, check the infrastructure and so on, so the road surface is still very clean, and the houses are different from the houses in the city, the houses here are in the same color, and there is a kind of neat beauty.

To get to the island's sandy beaches, Chen Xing has to walk through the entire resort.

Luckily, it wasn't that big, and he soon saw a sandy area.

The beach here is not as comfortable as the French beach, although he didn't take off his shoes, Chen Xing still felt that the sand here was too rough and not delicate. There were about a dozen people on the beach, and there were five children.

Indeed, the rumors of such colored stones and shells easily attract some girls and small children.

When you come to a city tour, the souvenir can be a shop-bought commemorative coin, a local specialty, or a stone here, a shell, anything you see and think of this place.

(End of chapter)