A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 161: Literary Mudslide! Who told you I am a traditional writer? Open your eyes and see the world, comrades!

This world is just a huge makeshift team, and most of the people in it are ridiculously incompetent.

If Xiao Linyu hadn't said it, no one would have known that this young man squatting on the roadside sucking on a popsicle, who didn't look wretched but didn't look like a good person at all -

He is actually hailed as the number one figure in China's youth literary world?
"Delicious." Jiang Hai squatted on the side of the road and ate the popsicle in his hand. He stood up and shouted to the store owner behind him, "Boss, give me another popsicle. Oh no, two!"

In fact, Xiao Linyu has read so much and has met many scholars. In her impression, those who consider themselves "scholars" -

I dare not say that everyone is a scholar with great ambition and eloquence, but at least everyone is well-educated and knows etiquette.

One needs to pay special attention to one's words and actions.

The way of speaking and the choice of words need to be carefully studied.

For example, Song Shiqing from Tsinghua University is known as the "leading figure in the young literary world". Everyone who has met him praises him for his extraordinary demeanor and elegance.
Although Jiang Hai squatted on the side of the road and slurped his popsicle, it didn't bother anyone.

But, his image.

It seems to have nothing to do with scholars in the traditional sense, or the secular sense?

Image is something that cannot be paid attention to at all.

Elegant and graceful?

Do you call a young man squatting on the roadside sucking on a popsicle as elegant?

This seems... somewhat inappropriate?
"Why are you looking at me?" Seeing Xiao Linyu standing beside him and staring at him with a strange look, Jiang Hai also felt a little strange, "Do you want to eat too?"

Jiang Hai generously handed the unopened half of the popsicle to Xiao Linyu:
"To accompany one?"

Although Jianghai’s main point is to do whatever you want and do whatever makes you feel comfortable.

However, as a girl, I am often taught by teachers that students should pay attention to their appearance and manners.

Xiao Linyu couldn't do what Jiang Hai did, rolling up his sleeves, squatting on the side of the road, picking up a popsicle and then starting to lick it without caring about his image.
"No, no." Xiao Linyu waved her hands at Jiang Hai, "I'm not feeling well today, so I can't eat ice."

"Look at you, you are so unlucky!" After getting Xiao Linyu's answer, Jiang Hai directly opened the popsicle packaging, and then began to enjoy it, "It's very cool, it's good, it's good"

As a result, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the entire farmers' market.

I saw a young man with a decent appearance squatting on the side of the road, licking the ice cream in his hand without caring about his image.

Next to him stood a pretty girl with an outstanding temperament, who looked like a scholar at first glance.

When these two people are paired together, there is a sense of harmony.
Beauty and the Beast vibes?

There are not many young people who get up early to go to the farmers' market.

There are even fewer pretty girls who are good-looking and willing to come to this farmers' market.

It is precisely because of this scene that people passing by all stop to take a look.

"You know what, this guy looks quite happy while eating."

Feeling the strange and questioning looks from passers-by, Xiao Linyu suddenly felt something, for some unknown reason.

'Why is it you who doesn't care about your image, and I am the one who is embarrassed'
"That." Xiao Linyu's pretty face turned red unconsciously, as if she was not used to it. "Have you finished eating?"

"After we finish eating, let's go back quickly. I have a play to rehearse this afternoon."

Jiang Hai stood up from the ground and swiftly threw the remaining sticks into the trash can:
“Don’t worry, just walk around for a while.”

In fact, from the undergraduate stage, to the master's stage, and even to the current doctoral stage.

Xiao Linyu's daily life, whether at work or leisure time, is basically spent in three places: the library, the classroom, and the drama rehearsal site.

She seldom goes out shopping, taking a walk, or strolling around.

Because in the eyes of a qualified scientific researcher, these trivial matters——

It doesn't make any sense.

Doing these meaningless things is a waste of time.

Instead of wasting time wandering around, it is better to use this time to rehearse two more plays, read two more books, and prepare for the upcoming graduation project.
However, these things seem to be a waste of time to others.
Jiang Hai seems to enjoy doing this?

He kept wandering around the farmers' market, stopping and walking.

Xiao Linyu tried to ask Jiang Hai:
“Why waste time on these meaningless things?”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hai, who seemed to be unrestrained and carefree, stopped and said something philosophical:
"Eating, drinking and having fun does not mean wasting time. Working hard does not mean being extraordinary."

“Isn’t wasting time part of life?”

“Work hard when you need to work hard, and rest when you need to rest. Don’t push yourself too hard, and allow yourself to waste time.”

Studying, working hard and striving are all for the purpose of making your life better.

Why do you say that chatting, resting and strolling are meaningless and that doing these things is a waste of time?

You have gained relaxation and healing from these 'meaningless' things. Isn't that enough?

"Don't pay attention to the rules and regulations set by the world. There is only one way to succeed in life—"

"Just live your life the way you like."

It is hard to imagine that a young man who looks so carefree can say such philosophical words.

After hearing Jiang Hai's words, Xiao Linyu was silent for a long time.

I don't know why,
Xiao Linyu had a vague illusion.

She always felt that beneath Jiang Hai's casual and unrestrained appearance, there was a wise and old soul hidden.

All his unorthodox and incomprehensible actions are a disguise for his true self.
Seeing Xiao Linyu silent, I wonder what she is thinking.

I don't want to understand what she is thinking.

Jiang Hai put his hands in his pockets, took big steps, and started walking down the street without saying anything:
"When you feel that life is meaningless, think about those porn movies. Even those clips you skipped were carefully filmed and subtitled."

"Even they don't complain about life being boring, so what right do you have to complain?"

If you want to completely change a person, first of all, you have to change her thinking.

Reconstruct her ideologically.

As if she had listened to Jiang Hai's words, Xiao Linyu, who was originally very unaccustomed to the bustling city, also began to try to integrate into the place.

In her left hand, she held the boneless chicken feet she bought from the vegetable market and nibbled on them in small bites. In her right hand, she held a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and took a sip from time to time.

As if she couldn't bear the spiciness of the food, she kept fanning herself with her hands:
“So spicy, so spicy~”

Looking at Senior Sister Xiao Linyu, who was originally bookish, literary and delicate, she gradually began to transform into her own image.

As if he had a great sense of accomplishment, Jiang Hai praised her from the bottom of his heart:
"Senior sister, the way you chew chicken feet is so beautiful!"

The fireworks in the world touch the hearts of mortals.

This statement is absolutely correct.

After a week of hard work, Jiang Hai felt that he had almost recovered after a short period of relaxation.

After charging himself, Jiang Hai took a step and started walking out of the farmers' market.

Just walked to the entrance of the farmers market.

Then I saw an old woman with wrinkles all over her face, carrying a child on her back, shouting to passers-by:
"Cabbage, 1.2 yuan per pound."

"Cabbage, 1.2 yuan per pound, cheap."

Although she shouted hard, there were still not many passers-by stopping in front of her stall in the market.

Under the scorching sun, her voice was a little hoarse and sweat wet the messy hair on her forehead.

But even though she was shouting hard, the vegetables on her stall were still full. "This business is getting harder and harder to do."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Hai didn't think much about it. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the old woman's stall.

He picked up some cabbage from the stall and shook it twice:
“How do you sell this vegetable?”

"One dollar and two cents."

As if somewhat reluctant, Jiang Hai curled his lips and subconsciously started to pick a problem:

"Others are selling it for 80 cents, why are you selling it for 1.2 yuan?"

"Young man, I grow all these myself, and I never use pesticides."

Jiang Hai didn't hear what she said. He squatted down and picked and chose from the stalls:
"It's too expensive. Give me a discount and I'll buy you more."

"So how much do you say?"

"I said eighty cents."

The old woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the pile of fruits and vegetables on the stall, feeling a little helpless.

"This..." As if she was a little hesitant, the old woman sighed, and then reluctantly agreed to Jiang Hai's request, "Okay, 80 cents is 80 cents, let's just open a shop."

She skillfully untied the child from her back, took the bag of vegetables from Jiang Hai, and weighed it with a rusty weight:

"Four pounds and one ounce, three dollars and three cents, just give me three dollars."

Jiang Hai took the cabbage, scanned the QR code with his mobile phone, and directly gave her two hundred yuan.

"Okay, grandma, it's over."

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it’s money or not. For Jiang Hai, maybe he enjoys the process of bargaining more?

As for how much this thing is worth, have you been cheated?

He doesn't care at all.
"Isn't it three dollars? Why did you give grandma two hundred dollars?"

Facing Xiao Linyu's innocent questioning, Jiang Hai turned his head to look at her:

“Do you know why my grandma lived to be ninety-nine?”

"Because she never meddles in other people's business?"

Do you think you predicted my prediction?

"wrong!"

"Because my grandma is in good health."

After bidding farewell to Senior Sister Xiao Linyu, Jiang Hai walked all the way back to the dormitory from the school gate.

There was no one in the dormitory.

Jiang Hai sat down at his seat, turned on his computer, and began to deal with the emails that had accumulated in his mailbox over the past few days.

The first draft of "Sanmao Wanderings" has been completed, but it is a bit rough. However, even though it is rough, Jiang Hai tried to submit it to several larger comic magazines in China.

As expected, without any fame, this form of submitting comic storyboards and looking for ghostwriters.
No comic magazine responded.

In fact, from the perspective of the comics company, this situation is normal?

Looking around the country, how many people claim to be geniuses?
How many of you feel that your ideas are one in a million and unique?

As a well-known anchor often says:

"Is there a possibility that I am that one-in-a-million genius?"

If these great talents all write a script, they will start submitting it to these domestic comics companies and ask them to find someone to write for them.
Wouldn’t the comics company be extremely busy?

"As expected." Jiang Hai quietly lit a cigarette and looked at the empty mailbox. He immediately fell into deep thought, "But where can I find a cartoonist with decent skills?"

Although "Sanmao Wanderings" is a 2D graphic, that is, a traditional handmade comic, there are actually painting standards for "Sanmao Wanderings".

That’s really not low at all!
You should know that when the famous cartoonist Mr. Zhang Leping was creating "Sanmao's Wanderings", he only drew an illustration in "Sanmao" -

It took three whole days!

Do you want Jiang Hai to spend money to find a ghostwriter for the comics?

This is definitely no problem.

But the key point is that the quality of domestic comic ghostwriting is uneven.
It would certainly be good if we could find a talented and intelligent comic ghostwriter who could completely reproduce the characters in Jiang Hai's mind.

But if we suddenly find some half-baked ghostwriter to draw Sanmao's Wanderings into a weird mess,
Isn't this purely a waste of things?

"First of all, the ghostwriter must be of high quality. Secondly, he should have some reputation in the comics industry."

Even the famous cartoonist Mr. Zhang Leping needs to spend his entire life to create this work.

You go find some unknown people and expect to replicate their life's work?

This is definitely unrealistic!
Jiang Hai was thinking about where to find such a comic writer, and as he was thinking, he saw the information about "Bungo Stray Dogs" being released in Japan:
[The anime "Bungo Stray Dogs", co-written by famous cartoonists Hayao Miyazaki, Makoto Shinkai, and Hajime Isayama, will be released on Japan's NHK TV station next month.]

"Bungo Stray Dogs" tells the story of a boy named Nakajima Atsushi who was expelled from an orphanage in the fictional city of Yokohama. He joined the supernatural club "Armed Detective Agency" by accident and met a group of partners who were famous writers and had special abilities.

This anime includes many famous Japanese writers and classic characters from many classic works.

It is worth mentioning that Jiang Hai’s protagonist [Oba Yozo] in "No Longer Human" was also excerpted into the anime "Bungo Stray Dogs".

It was this message that made Jiang Hai suddenly realize:

"If you're looking for a cartoonist, why don't you open your eyes and see the world?"

Regardless of other things, if we talk about the comics industry, Japan's comics industry is compared to China
Should it be more than one level ahead?
There is such a saying:
"In Japan, if you hit three cartoonists with a brick in a crowded place, you can kill them."

Finding comic ghostwriters in Japan is not only cheap, but also generally of high quality.
Although there are many Japanese cartoonists, Jiang Hai first sent messages to the most famous cartoonists in the spirit of catching the leader first:
The first one is Hayao Miyazaki.
The second one is Makoto Shinkai.
[Dear Mr. Makoto Shinkai, I am Jiang Hai, the author of No Longer Human. We have never met and I am sorry to bother you.]

Whether or not you get a date, just try twice, even if you know the possibility of others replying is relatively small.

But what if?
What if it works?
After sending the letter, Jiang Hai wanted to take a break and just lay down in the chair to relax.

The pop-up window of "Youth Foreword" editor Mo urging manuscripts to be published sounded instantly:

"Jiang Hai, how is the progress of Dragon Tribe II: Eyes of the Mourner? How is the writing going?"

Jiang Hai promised Editor-in-Chief Mo that he would submit the manuscript in three days.

Only one day had passed and Editor-in-Chief Mo had already started to understand the progress. It was obvious how anxious he was.

In fact, Jiang Hai was not delaying the submission on purpose. It was purely because he was too busy during this period that the submission was delayed.

Just as he was about to reply to Editor-in-Chief Mo:
'Don't worry, this time it's real. I will hand it in on time in two days.'

Unexpectedly, before he sent the message, Editor-in-Chief Mo sent him another message:
[Jiang Hai, in view of the excess sales that "Dragon Clan I: Dawn of Fire" brought to the magazine, we have decided to increase the remuneration for "Dragon Clan" from the initial 800 per thousand words to 1,500 per thousand words]

Add money?

Didn't you tell me earlier?

In response to Editor-in-Chief Mo’s questioning:

"If you increase the remuneration, how long will it take you to submit the manuscript?"

Jiang Hai dialed a number to him: "3."

"3 days?" Editor-in-Chief Mo was puzzled.

"2"

"1"

(End of this chapter)