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

Chapter 319 A masterpiece is published! This writer only keeps happiness for himself! What does the life and death of readers have to do with me?
In fact, the full text of "To Live" is not very long. At most, it is only about 120,000 words.

If Jiang Hai goes all out
Should a week or two be enough to finish writing this book, which is said to be the pinnacle of literature of suffering?

Even though Jiang Hai has the ability to finish the book quickly,
You don't have to participate in Super Boy, so why do you have to write so quickly?
In the month since Jiang Haifang decided to go to Peking University for exchange and study, he has been trying to write a pioneering documentary work that he is satisfied with, to commemorate his campus days that are about to pass.

The entire Peking University campus was suddenly in an uproar.

Some students think:
“The most satisfying pioneering nonfiction?”

"So Jiang Hai is not satisfied with the books he wrote before?"

"My previous books are already great, but I'm not satisfied with this one. So what kind of writing should I expect for this unfinished book, To Live?"

Some students also think:

"How can anyone be a master of all books?"

"Isn't Mr. Jiang Hai too strict with himself?"

Never mind whether it is questioning or suspicion.

Never mind whether you are for or against it.

All in all, Jiang Hai's study of writing at Peking University has indeed become a hot topic.

Once the news spread, countless publishers, editors, and students flocked to the office.

For students, or more precisely, for Peking University itself——

It is actually a blessing for Peking University that a writer of Jiang Hai's level can write books and create works at Peking University.

Throughout history, in modern Chinese history, quite a number of writers have studied and created works at Peking University, for example.
Mr. Lu Xun's "Diary of a Madman", "Call to Arms" and "Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk" were created when he was teaching at Peking University.

Border Town, Shen Congwen's representative work, also left a unique charm on this campus.

Qian Zhongshu's "Fortress Besieged" and Yang Jiang's "A Drink of Tea" were both popular in Peking University, a campus full of history.
Now, Jiang Hai wants to emulate these literary predecessors and perform an impromptu creation on the Peking University campus.

This could not help but spark a lot of discussion among the student community:

“Will Mr. Jiang Hai’s new work be included in the collection of Peking University Library?”

"Or rather"

"Will he be like Mr. Lu Xun, and write a masterpiece similar to "Diary of a Madman" based on his experience of visiting Peking University, which will shake the Chinese literary world?"

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Jianghai is well-known.

For the students, they were there purely to watch and see whether Jiang Hai could leave a significant mark in the Chinese literary world.

That's why I'm so interested in this matter.

For publishers and editors of major newspapers, Jiang Hai's new work
That's a lot of cash!

This is the time when Jiang Hai was practicing in seclusion by the Weiming Lake.

Countless publishing houses flocked to Jiang Hai, all wanting to be the exclusive agent for his new work:
"Teacher Jiang Hai, can we, the China Publishing House, be the agent for your new work? Here is the information from our publishing house, take a look."

"Mr. Jiang Hai, you are an old acquaintance of our Xinhua Publishing House. You know the strength of our Xinhua Publishing House."

"Mr. Jiang Hai, I am the publishing editor-in-chief of People's Daily. My surname is Li, and you can call me Li Chuang."

"Mr. Jiang Hai."

Once upon a time, Jiang Hai was just an unknown figure in the writer circle.

Not to mention top national magazines like October, Harvest, Huacheng and Contemporary, even if it is a provincial magazine like Peking Literature or Shanghai Literature, his submissions may not be accepted.

But now.
Not to mention submitting articles, even the editors-in-chief of these publishing houses would personally go to him and ask for manuscripts.
He doesn't even want to write?

On the banks of Weiming Lake.

The scenery is lush and verdant with green trees and vines.

The willow trees by the river sway in the spring breeze, revealing a beautiful scenery.

The spring sunshine shines on the water, giving people a sparkling and warm touch.

Under this lake——

There is wind, trees and scenery.

The warm sunshine sprinkles on the body, there is an endless sense of comfort, such a beautiful scene, and then call a few girls to set up a card table, push Pai Gow together, this beautiful scene gives people an extremely enjoyable feeling, four words are enough to describe it.
How uncomfortable!

"I have already said that my new book has been reserved by a friend, and I have given the publishing rights to Huacheng Publishing House."

Throw the newcomer's business card into the trash can.

On the card table.

Jiang Hai picked up a mahjong tile from the deck, twisted it hard, and then slammed it heavily on the table:

"Eighty thousand!"

"I win by self-drawing."

“Give me money.”

To be honest, as Jiang Hai's friend, Tsinghua talent Song Shiqing was also speechless when he witnessed this scene.

Watching Jiang Hai start counting the money with great interest.

He immediately had some doubts:

"You mind that"

"Writing a book?"

"You mind that"

“Call me a writer???”

Jiang Hai has been studying in Peking University for a whole week. During this week, Jiang Hai either wandered around the Peking University campus or just wandered around.

Or they would organize groups everywhere and find people to study the quintessence of Chinese culture, the so-called mahjong.

It seems that writing books is just a boring pastime for him in his spare time?

"I'm out of money." After ordering all the same cards, Song Shiqing helplessly looked at Jiang Hai and searched his trouser pockets. "I've ordered twelve guns in a row. Is that enough?"

"Where do I get so much spare money to lose to you?"

Seeing Song Shiqing's helpless look, Jiang Hai raised his eyebrows:
"Really no money?"

"Really not." Song Shiqing looked unhappy.

Jiang Hai snatched his phone away:
"Give me your phone."

Through one-pass operation.

Ding!
One hundred and fifty thousand yuan has been received.

"This is the small amount of W loan I lent you on JD.com. It's interest-free for 1.76 days, and the annualized interest rate is as low as %. There's nothing much to say. We're all good brothers. If you don't have money, I can lend you some money and that's it."

? ? ? ? ? ?
Jiang Hai's actions left Song Shiqing stunned:
"Is this even possible???"

Seeing that everyone was fighting fiercely and didn't seem to have the time to pay attention to him, the middle-aged man who had been watching the battle for a long time also stepped back very sensibly:
"Since Mr. Jiang Hai's new work has been booked by other publishing houses, we will not bother him anymore."

“I will visit you again next time I have the chance”

Watching the backs of several people leaving.

Yan Ruyu looked at Jiang Hai with a little surprise:

"that's all"

"Let them go?"

"What else?" Jiang Hai looked at her seriously.

"That's Chief Editor Ding from Xinhua Publishing House." Yan Ruyu glanced at the backs of several people with a little palpitation, "Chief Editor Ding is a famous figure in the literary circle. He knows many well-known authors and has a high status in this circle. How could you..."

"Just let him go?"

Who could have thought that when the editor-in-chief of Xinhua Publishing House came in front of Jiang Hai, he could only bow and smile?

Other writers, when they meet such an editor-in-chief of Xinhua, a senior editor who has a large amount of publishing resources in his hands.

Even if you are polite, you should still treat them politely:

"sit."

"Please take a seat."

"Please take a seat."

But Jiang Hai, when he met Chief Editor Ding, rejected him:
"Walk."

"Come on."

"Go quickly."

In fact, Jiang Hai is no longer at the age where he needs to please others.

He is now a first-class writer in the country, and he has also returned from studying abroad.

His social circle expanded from Chengxi's teacher to the President of France and the Prime Minister of Britain.
Such a strong social circle
It seems that I really don’t have to care about the editor-in-chief’s face anymore?
"But my new book has been reserved by my friend." Jiang Hai put away his mahjong, his expression full of indifference. "Writing a book is like falling in love. If you don't have feelings for someone, don't give them the illusion that they can get you if they try a little harder."

"Instead of enjoying that kind of ambiguous confession that is endless and confusing, it is better to reject her cleanly."

“This way, it’s good for both of us.”

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, which was my writing time. I didn't care about other people's reactions.

Jiang Hai politely waved to his poker friends Song Shiqing and Yan Ruyu:

"You guys go play, I'm going to go get busy first"

Although they were all praised as representatives of contemporary Chinese youth literature, today, both Song Shiqing and Yan Ruyu have understood.
Jiang Hai has already opened up a huge gap with them!
And this gap cannot be made up by simple efforts.

When Song Shiqing first read Jiang Hai's new work "No Longer Human", his first reaction was:

"Fuck, this is so awesome, fuck"

Just as he secretly vowed in his heart that he must keep up with Jiang Hai's pace,
Soon after, Jiang Hai wrote a series of realistic books, including "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", "Suyuan" and "The Crucible". It was when he read these books repeatedly, constantly pondered the sentences in the books, and constantly speculated on the plots and characters in the books that Song Shiqing finally understood.
So-called hard work, in the face of real talent——

Not worth mentioning at all!
Jiang Hai, you write so well!
The sense of language brought by the text, the tension of the dramatic structure, and the shaping of the characters.
There is no way to make up for it through acquired efforts!

He is a purely talented player!

This kind of talent will cause writers to develop an extremely inferiority complex and a sensitive emotion that they will never be able to overcome in their entire lives.

This is a huge blow to a writer's self-esteem!

"what is this?"

When Jiang Hai left, a paper notebook in a cowhide cover was left on the seat.

Song Shiqing subconsciously walked over, picked up the notebook on the seat, and flipped through it twice:
"This"

"It seems to be Jiang Hai's diary?"

Hearing this, Yan Ruyu came over as if she was very interested:

"Jiang Hai can still write a diary?"

To be honest, Song Shiqing was very envious of Jiang Hai. He envied him not only because he wrote good articles, but more importantly,
He envied Yan Ruyu's attitude towards Jiang Hai!

Before Jiang Hai appeared, there was a saying in the contemporary literary world:

Song Shiqing from Tsinghua University.

Peking University is as beautiful as jade.

These two are known as the two greatest talents in the contemporary youth literary world.

Song Shiqing, a talented scholar from Tsinghua University, and Yan Ruyu, a talented woman from Peking University, have always been compared. Although Yan Ruyu looks gentle, she has an extremely independent personality.
My lady, my gentleman is good.

Who can resist a beautiful heroine who is talented, good-looking, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside?
From the moment Song Shiqing met Yan Ruyu, in his impression, Yan Ruyu was a well-educated and gentle lady. Although she was enthusiastic towards everyone, she always maintained a sense of boundaries and distance. She was an independent woman who was both rational and calm.

It is also because of Yan Ruyu's appearance of being distant and close, and being polite to everyone.
It made Song Shiqing feel an inexplicable desire to conquer?
He thought more than once:
"If Yan Ruyu, a well-known talent, really fell in love with someone, then she would finally..."

"What will it become?"

Song Shiqing has always thought that Yan Ruyu is a wise woman who is rational and calm.

She has always been so calm in her dealings with others.

But today.
Obviously it overturned his cognition?

Yan Ruyu, who was always polite to everyone, was holding the diary left by Jiang Hai in her hand, and she showed some rare little woman's emotions:

"See it or not?"

“That’s a problem”

She was holding Jiang Hai's diary, her eyes flickering, and she began to think very seriously:

"If you look at it, it is very impolite to read someone else's diary without permission. If Jiang Hai finds out about it, will he be very angry?"

“But if I don’t watch it, I’m curious.”

“I’m so confused.”

When a girl starts to feel curious about a boy.

This proves that this girl has a high probability.
I started to have a crush on this boy!

Seeing Yan Ruyu, who has always been a heroine, actually have such a little woman, such a shy day.
Song Shiqing felt a little uncomfortable.

He took the diary back from Yan Ruyu and opened it directly:

"If you want to see it, then go ahead and see it."

"Look, it doesn't matter how many layers of skin you have."

Turning pages of a diary.

The paper records what Jiang Hai has done in the past week since he entered Peking University:
[May 5, weather, sunny]

【play cards.】

[May 5, weather: cloudy]

【play cards.】

[May 5, weather: cloudy to sunny]

【play cards.】

[May 5, weather: sunny and windy]

[Jiang Hai, Jiang Hai, how could you be so depraved? Have you forgotten the study plan you set earlier? You can't go on like this! ]

[May 5, weather, heavy rain]

【play cards.】

To be honest, when I flipped through several pages and found that the word "playing cards" was everywhere,
Song Shiqing almost couldn't hold it in.

"Is this even possible???"

Can you imagine that a young writer who is famous in the contemporary literary world, no matter it is cloudy or sunny, windy or rainy,
He plays cards every day?
When I think about how I work hard in the library writing every day, while Jiang Hai plays cards by the lake every day, how come I can't beat him?
Song Shiqing suddenly couldn't figure it out:

"Where the hell did I lose???"

Yan Ruyu glanced at the diary entry [May 5], which was when Jiang Hai began to reflect, [How the hell could I be so depraved? I came to Peking University from afar and through so much hardship, could it be that I came here just to play cards?], and she vaguely remembered:
"It seems like the 5th is the day Jiang Hai lost the most?"

A writer who smokes, drinks, perms his hair, and plays cards. He can do everything.
Good at everything?

Seeing Jiang Hai swearing to work hard today, but forgetting his oath tomorrow.

Yan Ruyu couldn't help laughing:
“This is too real, it’s really something else.”

The two of them took their notebooks and walked all the way to Jiang Hai's downstairs.

Just when Yan Ruyu wanted to call Jiang Hai to return his notebook.
Through the window.

He saw Jiang Hai sitting in front of the computer, writing furiously, his hands constantly jumping on the keyboard:

"This one must die, and this one must die too."

"They all must die!"

"All of you, go to hell!"

"Hey hey hey hey hey"

When Song Shiqing saw this scene, he suddenly felt confused:
“Why does a writer, when writing.”

"How could you be so excited???"

Others might feel confused when seeing Jiang Hai looking crazy like this.

Is this person crazy?

Could it be that he has gone crazy?
Only in Yan Ruyu's mind did she suddenly recall what Jiang Hai had said to her:

“I feel happy when I think about readers crying after reading my novels.”

Facing Song Shiqing's doubts.

Yan Ruyu frowned and uttered helplessly:
"Maybe he was thinking of something happy."

Huacheng Publishing House.

Editor-in-Chief's Office.

At this moment, all editors of the tenth editorial group of the publishing house, from the editor-in-chief to the chief editor and the responsible editor, are waiting seriously.

"How is it?" Chief Editor Ye looked at Taozi beside him, his eyes showing both worry and expectation. "What did Teacher Jiang Hai say?"

"Has he finished writing his new work?"

"Is his new work really published by Huacheng Publishing House?"

Peach's confidence is clearly not insufficient:
"I don't make it."

“I have no idea either.”

Jiang Hai only said that his next new work would be given to her for full authorization, but he didn't know when the manuscript would be submitted or when the next new work would be completed.
That's not saying anything?

Facing Chief Editor Ye's question, Taozi tried to explain:
"How about I call and ask again?"

"There has been no news for so long, maybe Jiang Hai has forgotten."

Unexpectedly, she hadn't finished speaking yet.

At the other end of the office, the operator's excited voice suddenly came:

"Teacher Jiang Hai, there is news."

(End of this chapter)