The silver car body is like a sharp arrow, cutting through the morning fog floating on the G112 highway. The sound simulated by the motor is low and sweet, and the speed of 160 kilometers blurs the light, shadow and background. Is speed the beauty? Speed ​​is beauty.

The prince held the steering wheel with his hands free, and Shostakovich's Waltz No. 2 was playing in the car. The spiraling tune made him feel like he was stepping on the long steps to reach the gods when he climbed on the elevated highway. It was grand, magnificent, and pathos. He couldn't help but lift his head.

Raise your arms and sway to the tune.

The ripples of sunlight flowed on the car body, reflecting the fiery red lines. When the music reached the third section of the second part, human voices came from the car stereo. Disharmonious parts were inserted into the harmonious melody, which made the prince feel imaginary.

feel annoyed.

"So this year's Nobel Prize in Literature has been announced, and the final winner is the Norwegian playwright John Fother. I'm afraid many of our domestic readers are not very familiar with this person, right?"

"Yes. John Fother was born in Haugesund on the west coast of Norway. He is good at writing in New Norwegian, which is Nynorsk. He has a wide range of writing genres, including drama, novels, prose, poetry, and children's literature.

"

"It seems that this is a very 'cold' writer. Not only does he live in a cold place, but he is also very unknown. When I heard this name, my first reaction was, who?"

"Yes, for Chinese readers, compared to the writers such as Haruki Murakami who everyone talks about, the name of this playwright from Norway is very unfamiliar. In fact, in recent years, except for Bob Dylan

, most of the winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature are relatively ‘unpopular’…”

There was disdain on Wang Zixu's face: "That's nonsense. Can John Fosse be considered unpopular? Before he even won the Nobel Prize, he was already one of the best among the living playwrights, okay?"

The audio was filled with rustling sounds, which gave the guest's voice a hazy color: "Teacher, I actually don't understand very well. Why is it said that Haruki Murakami accompanied Haruki to run for the Nobel Prize? Is he always nominated?"

"Actually, there is no such thing as a 'nomination' for the Nobel Prize, and there are no candidates. It is said that Haruki Murakami is 'running', probably because every year he appears in the so-called 'Nobel Prize author's apology' that is circulated among the people.

The rate is on the list."

"Oh, I know that. It seems that several writers from our country have also appeared on this odds list, including Can Xue, Yan Lianke, Yu Hua, Yan Zishan..."

"Yes, but it's just for entertainment, don't take it too seriously. Even JK Rowling, who wrote "Harry Potter", is on that list, so you can know how valuable the so-called odds list is."

Wang Zixu smiled again and said: "Who said that? Modiano in 2014, Bob Dylan in 2016, Handke in 2019, and Anne Ernault last year are all candidates for the top spot on the odds list.

, and later won an award. Even if I don’t hit the top of that list every year, I’m still not far behind, and its gold content is much higher than yours.”

Naturally, his voice could not be heard there, so the voice from the speaker continued:

"In addition, although Haruki Murakami is the favorite of our country's literary youth, he has never been able to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. Because he is too popular. The taste of the Nobel Prize judges is more 'serious', and they will think that it is too

A best-selling writer will lose his seriousness, so he basically has no chance of winning the Nobel Prize..."

"Bullshit, blah, blah, blah, blah!" Wang Zixu said, "Marquez was a multi-million best-selling author before he won the award, right? He has only a little knowledge, talks nonsense, reads too little, and talks too much."

Then he suddenly fell silent because he remembered that he was the only one in the car. There was only one person, and his voice could not travel anywhere.

In the four months before today, his life has been extremely regular: he wakes up in the morning and writes a 4,000-word literary script, handles some daily chores in the afternoon, starts writing at six o'clock in the evening, and writes until ten o'clock at night.

Two o'clock, untouchable.

The company's business was gradually on the right track, and there were no longer any matters that required his intervention. He specifically asked Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lanshao to disturb him. Under his deliberate avoidance, interpersonal communication became easier and easier, and he became more and more friendly.

The lonelier.

He carefully hid himself in that house, facing the computer screen alone, as if there was only this small corner left in the world.

He imagined that his house was located on a blue-grey reef, with the black ocean and white waves outside the door. When the wind suddenly picked up, it blew through the walls, blew past his temples, and whizzed towards the empty place.

.

As a result, he felt cold all over and felt precarious. He psychologically forced himself to write as soon as possible. At the same time, he also contracted the problem of talking to himself.

In the last month, his mental state became more and more worrying. At the worst point, he had to write 12,000 words a day. When he fell on the bed, his words were fragmented and he couldn't express what he meant. He picked up the phone and asked the person on the other side to

People drive high-speed rotating machinery to transport liquids to China, leaving the water delivery people confused.

Wang Zixu is not the first writer who has pushed himself to the point of mental problems.

According to statistics from later generations, there are three writers in the world who prefer to be naked when writing. One is Victor Hugo, the other is Hemingway, and the third is Chen Qingluo.

Hugo was naked because he had severe procrastination. In order to suppress his playful personality, he asked the servants to hide his clothes so that he could not go out; Hemingway did not want to be bound by such vulgar things as clothes.

Thought, using this behavior to break free from the shackles and shackles of worldly vision, becomes the freest creator on earth.

Chen Qingluo's reasons were very similar to the latter. When she devoted herself wholeheartedly and entered a state of selflessness, the clothes on her body disappeared piece by piece unknowingly. When she created, she was completely closed, the door was locked, and only Ning Chun

Yan witnessed this magical process.

Writers all have various eccentricities. Although each has its own reasons, they all point to one fact about creation: writing is a torturous thing that can make people's behavior abnormal and make it difficult for ordinary people to do so.

understand.

There is tremendous pain in writing. If you don't write it out, this pain will affect your spirit, making you unable to sleep or eat well. If you write it out, this pain will be projected onto your physical body, making it difficult for you to sleep or eat at all.

Wang Zixu endured such torture. Fortunately, the torture was not fruitless. After the long end of summer, Wang Zixu produced a novel with a length of 500,000 words.

In terms of length, this novel is very difficult whether it is submitted to Feishi Suihan's essay competition, submitted to a magazine, or published by a publisher. It is too long. So he is currently in the painful process of revising the first draft.

The goal is to delete 500,000 words to less than 300,000 words.

The interview on the speaker came to an end, and the host said:

"So, to the domestic audience, what other outstanding writers does the teacher recommend?"

"Nowadays, the younger generation of writers have grown up. Not to mention Chen Qingluo, but also Xiao Mengyin, Xiaochi, and Gu Zao, they are all worthy of attention."

"Oh, I've heard of Xiao Mengyin. She is really a woman with a lot of personality. I recently read some of her interviews, and her words are also very philosophical."

"Yes. She has a lot of personality. Her works, like herself, are also full of weird and special feelings, which makes people want to read them."

Hearing the familiar name, Wang Zixu felt a sense of sourness in his heart, but soon he quietly wiped away the emotions in his heart for a moment and returned to calmness.

He has not seen Chen Qingluo since the last glimpse.

Xie Cong posted a video of Chen Qingluo awarding an award to Wang Zixu in the class group, which caused a sensation in the class. People first recognized Chen Qingluo, who was dressed up as the award presenter, and marveled at her appearance, and then discovered that the person receiving the award was Wang Zi.

Virtually, news about countless people came in like snowflakes.

The prince peeked at the class group for a long time with secret joy, but did not see Chen Qingluo coming out to make a fuss. Finally, he was disappointed to find that she had left the group at some point.

Because of this incident, he was even more uncertain about Chen Qingluo's thoughts and did not dare to contact her.

He tried countless times to write a letter that he wanted to send to Chen Qingluo. He used his lifelong writing skills to write a variety of beginnings with different styles, some passionate, some deep and calm, but without exception, they all ended up being

The scraps of paper were patched and stuffed into Wen Ai's script.

It wasn't that he wasn't good at writing. His scripts during that period received unanimous praise from speech therapists and clients (Ye Lan commented that he became more and more demonic as he got older). It was because he didn't have the courage to send it out.

He doubted whether he would be like those novels written by Marquez. His love story finally had a heroic ending - many years later, when he was too old to look like, he suddenly picked up his luggage and walked many kilometers.

He came to Chen Qingluo's house, knocked on the door, and said: I heard that your husband is dead.

Wang Zixu drove these messy thoughts out of his mind and repeated another name in a normal tone:

"Xiao Mengyin."

Wang Zixu effortlessly recalled all the rumors he had heard about this woman.

He knew that she was the winner of the last Feishi Suihan Literature Award and had read her new book. Through her works, he learned that she was born in the 1990s like him, and was even two years younger than him.

Every time he thought of this, Wang Zixu felt worried.

The Nobel Prize in Literature does have a tendency not to award the prize to writers from the same region within a short period of time. For example, the South American authors Marquez and Llosa were obviously writers of almost the same period, but after Marquez won the prize,

Llosa received this honor exactly 30 years later.

In other words, if Wang Zixu wants to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, the biggest threat to him is actually from China, with an age difference of thirty years between him and him. If a domestic author of the same age group as him

If he wins the prize, he will probably miss twenty or thirty opportunities.

Most of the more popular writers on today's odds list are outside this range. Among the few within the range, he is also confident that he can surpass them in his lifetime. The appearance of Xiao Mengyin made him feel some pressure. Not much, but

Indeed there is.

But the person who puts the most pressure on him is indeed Chen Qingluo.

"Hey, Lao Wang, are you here?"

The car audio amplified Lin Feng's voice on the phone and sent it to his ears. Wang Zixu said: "Not yet, are you here?"

Lin Feng said: "I'm almost there. You set off earlier than me, why haven't you arrived yet?"

Wang Zixu said: "Nanda is farther than Jiang."

"Oh yes, yes."

Today is the day for offline review of materials for the postgraduate examination. Wang Zixu is heading to Nanjing University to submit all his materials.

During this period of time, Lin Feng also planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but he was afraid of the score line of Nanjing University and chose Jiangsu University.

"Brother Wang, do you really want to take the full-time postgraduate examination? Have you thought about it? Are you sure you won't take the public examination in the future?"

Wang Zixu was silent for a while: "I can't think of any reason to study on-the-job if I have no intention of pursuing a career. But you, haven't you always had a dream about Nanda? Why don't you get admitted to Nanda?"

Lin Feng smiled sheepishly: "As I said, I urgently need a diploma for promotion. Nanjing University is indeed my dream, but you can't live by your dreams."

It turns out that people can’t live by their dreams?

Lin Feng added: "By the way, there is a writers exchange meeting at Nanjing University today. Many celebrities are there. I heard that Yanzishan is also there."

"Yeah?"

"Can you go ask Yanzishan for a photo for me? I was so excited last time that I forgot to ask him for it."
To be continued...