1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 365 You must have played some tricks

Anne had a dream.

In her dream, she rowed a lifeboat, slowly floating on the vast ocean.

There was a tiger on her boat, but Anne was not too afraid of it. She would slap the tiger when it bared its teeth, just like training a restless cat.

The sea is blue, the clouds are as soft as cotton, and the picture of man and tiger is full of nature and harmony, like a beautiful fairy tale.

But next second.

As Annie turned around, the colorful scene just now dimmed in her eyes.

The blue sea turned gray.

The lifeboat was covered in blood.

The tiger was gone too. When Annie lifted the half-covered canvas on the boat, she saw her own corpse.

"what!"

Anne woke up from her dream, sweating all over, her heart pounding, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

She simply got up and went out, knocking on Edwin's door.

"Annie?" Edwin, wearing only a pair of shorts, looked outside the door with surprise.

"Can I come in?" asked Anne.

"what?"

Edwin was still confused, wondering why Anne would knock on his door in the middle of the night. "Of course, please come in."

Edwin was obviously a man who didn't know how to take care of his room. Clothes and toilet paper were scattered everywhere, and the room was filled with an unbearable body odor.

White people have a strong body odor.

"Do you have anything to drink?"

"How about beer?"

Edwin took out a can of beer and threw it to Anne, who sat down beside his bed, pulled the pull ring of the beer and took a sip.

“It would be better if it was iced.”

"This is a bit difficult for me. If I put it in the refrigerator, that bastard Evans will drink it all up." Edwin said with a smile, holding a can of beer and sitting down next to Anne with some excitement.

At this moment, he was thinking about what was going to happen in the second half of the night.

It’s no wonder Edwin fantasizes.

Why would a woman knock on a man's door late at night and go into his room to drink beer?
The night is long and lonely.
Apart from that incident, Edwin could not think of any other reason.

Oh, God.

Summer is the time of hormones.

A woman coming to her room late at night can't be because of literature!

"Hey, Annie."

Thinking of this, Edwin scratched his butt and showed his masculine charm, "It looks like you are not in a very good mood."

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Seeing that Anne didn't say anything, Edwin became more certain of his judgment.

"Hey, if there's some motherfucking shit that's got you mad, there's no one here to hear it but me."

Anne took another sip of beer and said calmly, "In fact, that's why I came to you to talk about these things."

Edwin smiled.

"Do you want to tell me now, or should I tell you later?"

"Want some?" Anne frowned and looked at Edwin.

Edwin blinked. "Well, I don't have that stuff here, but I know Evans has some. I'll go get some now, if you're willing to wait a moment."

"what?!"

Anne jumped up like a mad woman, "Edwin, do you think I came to you to do that kind of thing?"

"Isn't it?"

Edwin was confused, then immediately reacted, "Oh, I mean, sorry Annie."

"Edwin, you bastard, that's all you can think about."

Anne rolled her eyes and headed towards the door.

"I'm sorry, Annie." Edwin chased after her awkwardly, "I apologize. I thought it was what I thought. Forgive me, my friend."

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Listening to his chatter, Anne, who was walking towards the door, suddenly turned around, looked at Edwin, and sighed again.

"never mind."

"Forget it? Forget what?"

"You really don't have that thing, right?"

"What the hell? Fuck"

The next second, Edwin was pushed onto the bed.

"Oh."

"yeah."

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The tranquility of the quiet summer night was disturbed by the rhythmic rhythm.

The student who lived next door knocked hard on the wall a few times, "Edwin, you bastard, make love earlier next time!"

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Everything was over in less than 15 minutes.

Edwin and Anne were both lying on the bed, sweating all over, breathing the air greedily.

"You turned around so quickly." Edwin said with a silly smile: "Annie, I thought I pissed you off. I mean, I thought you weren't here to do this."

"Shut up."

Anne cursed with a ruddy face, "I'm just very depressed and need an outlet."

"So I should also be thankful for the thing that's depressing you?"

Edwin said, "So what happened? I had such a passionate night."

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Anne was silent for a while. "Drifter, remember?"

"The Drifter?"

Edwin was a little dumbfounded, "Are you saying that you came to have sex with me because you read a novel?"

"You can think of it that way."

"What the hell?!"

Edwin felt it was ridiculous and didn't understand. "Why? What's wrong with this novel?"

"You need to have read the novel first, or know the content of the novel."

Anne turned sideways and first looked at Edwin's face, then moved her eyes downwards. Seeing that Edwin was in high spirits again, she suddenly felt a sense of evil interest.

"Edwin, before we do it a second time, I want to tell you what this novel is about."

"Ok."

Edwin nodded. "I remember you mentioned that this is a story about drifting on the sea, about a person who bursts into the light of life at the most desperate moment."

"Yes, you know, this kind of drifting story can be very exciting to read if it is handled well."

Edwin nodded, "It's time for a bedtime story, my Captain."

Anne was now in very good spirits and not sleepy at all, so she began to tell the story from the beginning of "The Drifter".

In order to show that he was listening carefully, Edwin would say "hmm" from time to time and ask Anne about some details.

He quite enjoyed it.

In Edwin's opinion, this was a spiritual embrace and closeness between the two parties after the physical pleasure.

In the second half of the night, Fu Sanming's survival story came to an end.

When Anne told the second story, Edwin silently lit a cigarette for himself, looking shocked and unbelievable.

"So there is no tiger at all!" "Richard Parker is Fu Sanming himself, his animal nature, his dark side!"

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Anne did not answer.

Edwin finished his cigarette quietly. "Damn it! Did the cook really throw my mother's body into the sea? He didn't even spare the sailor's legs.

Moreover, this guy has lost all humanity. How could he let Fu Sanming kill him without resistance because of guilt? "

"I do not know."

Anne said, "Edwin, I don't know."

"Damn it."

The more Edwin thought about it, the more he felt the blood boiling in his chest, and he was emotionally completely unable to accept it.

He covered his head.

The story Anne told was so horrible. It was the greatest horror, a despair of human nature.

"Edwin, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Edwin raised his head and saw Anne's body lying on her side. He suddenly thought of the seaweed island in the story that was shaped like a woman.

"Annie, what did you say just now? The seaweed island is covered with tree roots and vines, and there are dense meerkats."

"Yes, there were so many meerkats. The novel says that from a distance they looked like a squirming mass of white."

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The ubiquitous tree roots and vines, aren’t they the human meridians and blood vessels?
As for the meerkats.

A patch of wriggling white flowers.
Edwin immediately thought, isn't this exactly the scene of maggots parasitizing on rotten meat?
And the teeth wrapped in the lotus, aren’t they the remnants of digestion by gastric juice?
Where is the seaweed island?

This island, shaped like a woman, is clearly the flesh and blood of the mother. It is Fu Sanming's beautification and fantasy of the cruel and real memory.

His mother's flesh and blood nourished Fu Sanming's life.

"Okay, Edwin, don't you want to continue? I want to continue too." Anne leaned over and kissed Edwin on the face.

"No! Don't touch me!" Edwin took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down.

At this moment, Anne's body was no longer attractive in Edwin's eyes.

And after hearing this story, Edwin was asked to do that kind of thing, which was totally impossible for him to do.

"What's wrong?" Annie asked knowingly with a playful look on her face.

"Let me rest for a while." Edwin said helplessly.

The pendulum that he was so proud of was now completely out of touch and had no response.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Xian followed a group of writers to attend a discussion on contemporary American poetry.

Five accomplished poets were invited here today, one of them was Ingres, but he was in hospital, so only four of them were present.

"There are more poets now than readers," lamented a member of the "Writing Project" from Türkiye.

The discussion ended quickly, lasting only two hours, and then everyone went out for drinks and chat.

Fei'er sat at the table and began to talk about life - how many troubles there are in life, how heavy the burdens are, and how they must not be artificially created anymore.
"Then why did you join the war against Egypt?" Wang Anyi asked with an unhappy look on her face.

"Our country can no longer tolerate it! We are the real victims!" Fei'er shouted.

Everyone didn't want to continue on this topic, and someone started asking:

"Has the teacher of the writing class selected recommended reading works?"

"Of course. It's been so long, don't you know?"

When Fei'er heard this conversation, she couldn't help feeling proud.

He received news early in the morning that his novel was rated as a recommended reading work.

This selection of recommended reading is beneficial.

Recommended writers can serve as teaching assistants in writing classes and receive a salary. They also have more opportunities to interact and communicate with literary masters in the writing classes.

“The excellence of Israeli literature can be traced.”

Faye put on a successful attitude and began to talk nonstop, "I think you don't know, there is an old saying in Israel, 'Man cannot live on bread alone', so we have developed the habit of seeking knowledge and learning. In our country, literature, poetry, music, and art are as important to human beings as water and food."

"Shut up, Fei'er. It's not you who got the recommended reading!" said Egyptian writer Naguib viciously.

"Haha."

Fei'er just sneered, "Najib, slandering the other party will not change the outcome that has already been decided. This is leading to your failure."

"Just tell me, Fei'er, you don't know anything, you are just an idiot."

"Shut up, Najib, you're as good as a needle!"

"What did you say? Do you dare to say it again?"

Both sides quickly became angry.

The East German female writer whispered to Wang Anyi, "For Egyptians, being called a needle is a huge insult. It's a curse word, and it seems to be related to their myths and legends."

"It's really strange." said Wang Anyi.

Fei'er and Najib were about to have a fight, and someone immediately came over to stop them. At the same time, a male writer said:

"Stop it, Fei'er. Najib is right. It's not you who got the recommended reading spot."

"What did you say?" Fei'er turned her head and looked at the other person.

"it is true."

Another writer also spoke up: "I just came back from Edwin. It's Jiang Xian, the writer from China who won this recommendation."

"what?!"

Fei'er looked as if she had seen a ghost. "Did they do something wrong? Israeli literature cannot lose to China, those Chinese guys..."

"Hey, watch your words, or I'll cut off your tongue!" Chen Yingzhen said coldly.

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Fei'er shut her mouth in dismay.

Chen Yingzhen walked up to him and said seriously, "The facts are already here. If you have any doubts, why don't you ask yourself?"

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Faile glanced at him, then glanced at the other writers.

"Okay, I'll verify it. I'll go now!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

"I think he was afraid he'd get beaten if he stayed here any longer."

A female writer from East Germany joked, "Although Fei'er is a fool, this kind of person is very good at avoiding danger."

“A very insightful summary!”

All the writers burst into laughter, and the store was filled with a happy atmosphere.

On the other side, Fei'er quickly found Edwin.

"Hey, Edwin, I heard someone say that the recommended reading spot was given to a Chinese writer. Haha, are they kidding?"

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Edwin did not answer.

Fei'er frowned. "Damn, is this really the result? I need the money from being a teaching assistant!"

Edwin patted his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry about this result, Fei'er. Maybe in the eyes of the teachers in the writing class, your work is not good enough. Maybe it's a translation problem. Anyway, don't be too sad."

"Good, good, good."

Fei'er pushed Edwin away frantically, "So, what about Jiang Xian's novel? Since it was recommended to me, I'm going to read it now."

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Seeing that he was not convinced, Edwin had to find a copy of "The Drifter" and give it to him.

Fei'er took it angrily and said:
"Edwin, you must be playing some tricks. Don't think you can hide it from me. I will find out!"

Edwin shrugged helplessly.

"Waiting for good news."

(End of this chapter)