"My evaluation is stuck in the middle between the pornographic article and the serious article. I don't know why so many people are bragging about it, and I don't know who would like to read it. I saw the writing style that everyone was bragging about, and it didn't matter to me after reading it.

Feeling. As for literary nature, there are ten thousand people and ten thousand opinions, and there is nothing to discuss."

Cheng Xing typed on the keyboard: "Those who don't understand literature really have ten thousand people and ten thousand opinions. Just like people who don't understand science can give ten thousand explanations for the setting of the sun. As for you not feeling the writing style

Well, that's normal, because you don't understand literature. You don't actually need to interrupt on every topic you don't understand. I don't care, the main thing is that you will become a clown."

When Ning Chunyan sent a message to Cheng Xing, Cheng Xing was having a passionate chat with someone on the Red Pepper Forum. His hand speed was 4,500 per hour.

Red Pepper is a comprehensive Internet community. The user group is mainly college students and white-collar workers. It has a strong atmosphere of literary youth. It often posts amazing posts that make people famous.

The past history constitutes the cultural heritage of this community. Many popular best-sellers and future young authors came from here, including Cheng Xing. This forum is Cheng Xing’s main battlefield, and he has 120,000 followers here.

After getting all the scripts of "The Little Prince Pulling Up the Baobab Tree" from Ye Lan, he carefully sorted them out, set up the context, and put them on Red Pepper in the form of a short story collection, and named it "The Little Prince Dedicates to the World"

"40 Love Letters", and was specially marked as "published on behalf of the little prince".

After it was released, it became popular for a short period of time, and it has been hovering around the 50th place on the trend list for the next two days.

This is in line with the general trend of communication. First, it becomes popular in a small area to accumulate word-of-mouth, and then expands the circle and goes global.

But Cheng Xing was not satisfied. Cheng Xing was anxious.

Cheng Xing sacrificed himself and did this with a Promethean mentality. He didn't want the water to flow slowly, he only lived day by day.

So, he invited the senior bosses in the group to give them a look and give them a thumbs up in the name of asking for corrections, hoping to take the opportunity to see if he could get some friendly promotion from the bosses.

Who would have thought that the brick fell into the lake, causing an uproar. Where was the brick? It was a neutron star the size of a brick, and the group was almost torn apart by the noise.

But Cheng Xing is not ashamed, but rather proud - even these big guys can quarrel like this for the little prince. Doesn't it show the little prince's strength? Doesn't it indirectly prove his own vision?

Ning Chunyan knocked on him, and he gave Ning Chunyan a red pepper link, skipping the app part, and briefly talked about the little prince uprooting the baobab tree, and then went on to the forum to chat.

The little prince? Ning Chunyan was puzzled, but he didn't get an explanation from Cheng Xing.

It's late at night, and the sound of water drops falling on the awning can be heard outside the window. It's April, and now some people have the luxury of turning on the air conditioner.

Ning Chunyan yawned and looked at the time. It was nine-thirty in the evening. She had been eating melon for half an hour, but she hadn't touched a single word on her paper. She was still calm.

The old guys in the group were still arguing. She admired the perseverance of these people very much. Literary people all had a lot of energy, otherwise they wouldn't be able to write a million-word work.

She just lacks this energy, so she can only write short stories and be a little bastard in the literary world. Novel... Her nerves are not strong enough and she cannot bear loneliness. Thank you for your insensitivity!

After standing up and moving for a while, Ning Chunyan poured himself a glass of water. When he passed by the door of the master bedroom, he heard a TV series playing on the TV. His mother was talking to his father. It came out through the door panel, like a moon cage.

A layer of light clouds, hazy.

Sitting back in front of the computer, she continued to browse the webpage that Cheng Xing had just sent him.

At the beginning, she saw a lengthy statement:

[After two years of writing work, I was lucky enough to publish a small book and have some readers. I have gained a bit of a reputation.]

[I don’t want this bad reputation anyway. I want to do something that goes beyond fame, wealth, honor and disgrace.]

[Just because I saw the light of literature that day. I want to pass this light on to the world, so that it can illuminate not only me, but also more people.]

Ning Chunyan looked a little sleepy.

Although this kind of introduction feels fresh, it is also a European novel technique that was only popular a hundred years ago. Now even the most traditional writers are not interested in adding such confusing "wedges" and "introductions" to the beginning. This will destroy reading.

expect.

Her paper was not in a hurry. As long as she moved a word before 12 o'clock, she would break through. So she did not skip it and continued reading:

[Note, this is not a literary figure of speech, nor is it my pretense.]

[The author of this collection, Mr. Little Prince Pulling Up the Baobab Tree, is unwilling to reveal his identity. For some reason, he cannot publish his work. 】

[But after I saw these works, I felt that I had an obligation to let the world see such works and let people understand him. 】

[I don’t want Kafka’s tragedy to happen again on earth. Even if Kafka himself doesn’t want to, I still want to make him famous all over the world while he is alive.]

The little prince uprooted the baobab tree?

Kafka?

Ning Chunyan narrowed her eyes, slid to the first chapter, and started reading casually.

After just reading one sentence, her body stiffened and she stood up suddenly.

Ning Chunyan took out her mobile phone and turned on the screen. The screen stayed on the screen before exiting - the homepage of the app. This happened to be her goal.

She opened a page and flipped through it frantically. After a few minutes, she finally found the picture she wanted to see. The dialogue where her finger rested was exactly the same as what she was seeing now.

"You know yourself, you know that you have the most perfect body that a 23-year-old woman can have. You know that no man can refuse it. Even me. Li Bai's moon is three-quarters of sword energy, three-cents of prosperity, and three-cents of homesickness.

.You don’t know that the moon of my world is already made up of you alone.”

Ning Chunyan raised her head, feeling slightly suffocated. A very unpleasant thought emerged in her heart. She wanted to cry a little and felt very helpless.

She knew that others might think this matter was ordinary, but she seemed to have fallen into an abyss without boundaries. Because she finally experienced an emotion that she had never experienced in her life. This made her feel unable to

Take control of your own destiny.

She found that she might be in love. And she had fallen into this sweet trap a few months before she found out. She was not sure. She would have to wait and see again.

She entered into Cheng Xing's input box: [What is your relationship with the app?]

But she didn't send it. After thinking for a long time, she silently deleted the line.

With her status, she cannot let others know, "So you are also playing."

She opened the app and placed an order that had just been completed. The speech therapist came online soon.

Sakura-chan: [Miss me again so soon, little beauty?]

Ning Chunyan ignored him and directly forwarded the link Cheng Xing sent her just now.

Ning Chun Yan: [Explain, what’s going on?]

She was greeted by a long silence. If the speech therapist did not reply for three minutes, she could cancel without any liability. This silence told her that the other party was completely messed up.

Ning Chunyan said: [If I can’t explain it, I’ll order ten orders and ask them one by one.]

There was finally a reply.
Chapter completed!