In addition to reading, watching movies is also Wang Zixu's life hobby. Just like reading almost all works of Nobel Prize-winning writers, he watched almost all Oscar-nominated movies. He watched them eagerly.

Among the many best films, if he was asked to recommend a "best" movie, he would probably find it difficult to choose. If he asked him to recommend a "favourite" movie, many choices would also pop up in his mind.

But if you ask him, if the earth is about to explode, you can only leave the only movie that is installed in a rocket and sent to the universe to drift, which one would you choose?

He would say without hesitation, I chose "Fighting Club". Rockets should fire quickly, it's too late.

There are no particularly complicated psychological activities here. For example, he can say without hesitation that the person he loves the most is his wife; he can also answer honestly and frankly that Ning Chunyan is the most exciting, moving and attractive woman he has ever seen.

But if the Ice Age comes again and all humans are frozen into ice sculptures, he will have the only quota in his hand that can survive, and he will choose to give this quota to Chen Qingluo, although Chen Qingluo may not remember who he is.

He didn't care whether Chen Qingluo remembered him or her feelings. He could die with anyone he knew. But he couldn't accept a world without Chen Qingluo.

Occasionally when he was so sad that he wanted to die, he would think, "Ah, there is "Fighting Club" in this world, I can watch it as soon as I want to watch it. This is really beautiful. So he doesn't want to die. It's like whenever he thinks of Chen Qingluo living somewhere in this small world, he feels that there is still a hint of warmth in this world. That's how he loves "Fighting Club". This is human feelings, it has nothing to do with literature or the eighth art, and it's always hard to explain the reason.

He followed closely behind the little prince. He was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker and a pair of dark brown suede leather boots under his feet. The hem of the windbreaker floated in the air. He had a cigar in his mouth—or maybe a lollipop—with a deep and serious face, as cool as Brad Pitt.

The protagonist in "Fighting Club" (played by Edward Norton) also fantasized about his own clone, named Taylor Detton (played by Brad Pitt). He collected the fat extracted from women in plastic surgery hospitals to make soap, and sold it back to women. He was a lawless person. In fact, the protagonist did it himself, but he didn't know it, and he felt that he would never be as cool as Taylor Detton in his life.

The difference between Wang Zixu and him is that Edward Norton did not know that Taylor Deton was himself, but Wang Zixu knew that the little prince was himself.

The little prince is him, he is the little prince, and the two of them are united. The little prince is completely born from fiction, so what he is like is the little prince. But the little prince can help him do something that he is not good at.

In his conception, the little prince is a very aggressive person. If he is not aggressive, he will not fascinate so many women. Therefore, the little prince's action mode is to control the overall situation at any time.

Wang Zixu could not control the situation at any time. He could only write about a person who could control the overall situation in the novel. Then, after thinking about it, what if he moved this person to reality?

So, the real world became Wang Zixu's novel. Wang Zixu's spiritual world and the real world blended with each other, and the little prince came back to life. He was standing majestic in the living room with his hands behind his back, scanning the strange-shaped scriptmaster reserves who had already lay flat and said:

"Let me hear it all."

His voice was not loud, but he was calm, firm and powerful. He was tall, fat, thin, men, women, and young and old.

"When listening to me, stand in front of me and line up," said the little prince. "It's not a joke to do creation. What I'm going to say next is crucial to your future."

Everyone felt that his aura was a little different, but they couldn't say what was different. People obediently walked up to him, whether it was a man, a woman, or a mechanical fire-breathing Godzilla, stood obediently, imitating him standing in a row with his hands behind his back.

"Our place is called Wenyan Club." said the little prince. "The first rule of Wenyan Club is: discussion of Wenyan Club is not allowed."

After he finished speaking, people looked at each other differently, and he immediately said: "The second rule of Wenyan Club is: Discussions on Wenyan Club are not allowed."

Ying Jiang moved for a moment, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

"The third rule of Wenyan Club is: Wenyan Club has no name, only code name. Whether you are Nanjing University, Finance University, Men, Women, Fire Spitfire Godzilla, there is no point here.

"In Wenyan Club, you will all become people without status, because the scriptwriter should be a person without status. Because he has no status, he can become anyone. You must be compatible with all kinds of sentient beings in this world and embrace all rivers.

"The fourth rule of Wen Ai Club: When you come here, you must read. Reading is the most important thing in life. You must read at least a hundred thousand words of books on the bookshelf every day, and it must be books you have not read before.

"The fifth rule of Wen Ai Club: When you come here, you must create. You must create a qualified script of at least 4,000 words every day. You are not allowed to fool or deal with errands. You must vomit your soul and create the most satisfactory crystal at this moment.

"The sixth rule of Wenyan Club: Everything I say is a rule. I do not allow doubts about creation. Everything you create must first satisfy me and then satisfy users."

Wang Zixu stood aside, looking at the little prince, his eyes full of appreciation.

In fact, it was not the little prince who stood there, but himself. Those words were said in his own mouth. It was just that the words he said were not his own words. It was just that those words borrowed from his mouth and came out of his mouth.

Everyone has self, self and superego. Now his self is the little prince, and his superego is Wang Zixu. He stands from the perspective of superego, looking at himself, watching with relish, as if watching a movie.

The little prince raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and then said, "We have 20 days. From now on, we must strictly implement our daily routine every day. I don't care about your previous lifestyle. Starting tomorrow, we will get up at 6:30 every day, go out for 5 kilometers in the morning, then come back to read for an hour, and then start class. We will start writing scripts in the afternoon, review everyone's scripts in the evening, collect mobile phones at 10:30 pm, and go to bed."

No one dared to protest. The little prince continued, "It's class time now, let's meet in the restaurant."

Cheng Xing's eyes became excited and excited. He followed first, and then the others followed. After everyone sat down at the dining table, Wang Zixu pushed the whiteboard over, and some words had been written on it.

Before class, Wang Zixu reached out to the poet: "Study time needs to be quiet, and chewing gum is not allowed. Spit it out."

As soon as the poet lowered his head, his pink tongue pushed out the chewing gum and fell on the palm of Wang Zixu's hand.

This was not Wang Zixu's original intention, but he didn't care. After throwing away the body of the chewing gum and drying his hands, he continued:

"Our lesson is mainly about poetic language, and the purpose is to tell you how to make every sentence poetic."

Cheng Xing took out his small notebook, and Xiao Ba also took out his tablet from his backpack. The poet looked left and right, and found that he was empty-handed.

Wang Zixu said: "This lesson is more important than taking notes. First of all, you must remember that there should be no boring nonsense. Or, boring, meaningless, and incapable of mobilizing human emotions should not be spoken out of your mouth."

The poet raised his hand. Wang Zixu pointed her and said, "What should I do if I do that kind of transitional words? For example, when I was connected just now, the user greeted you and asked if you had eaten it. You can't say "I want to eat you" very greasy as soon as I came up, right? Sometimes I just need to say something meaningless."

Wang Zixu stretched out his finger: "A good question. The purpose of not letting you speak boring words is not to 'not letting you speak', but how to make boring words less boring. This requires making your sentences poetic."

“Can every sentence be poetic?”

"Every word is OK."

"I can't do it."

"This is the reason I teach you." Wang Zixu said, "Let me give you an example. What fruit do you like to eat the most?"

The poet thought for a while and said, "Banana."

Wang Zixu said: "You try to use your first visitor to organize some language and express the message 'You like to eat bananas the most'."

The poet said: "My favorite fruit is banana."

"Yes." Wang Zixu was very satisfied. "The first principle of poetry is conflict. Why do you like to eat bananas and not apples? The sentence must be conflicting. This is a kind of contrast. In the process of contrast, tear and sublimate the original sentence.

“For example, you can say, ‘Of all the fruits, my favorite thing to eat is bananas.’”

The poet nodded. This sentence is obviously more interesting than the simple and straightforward narration just now.

"The second principle of poetry is alienation," said Wang Zixu. "In sentences, if you can not use commonly used words, don't use common combinations, such as 'all fruits', which is very common. Change it to synonyms.

"So, this sentence should be changed to, 'Of all fruits, my favorite is bananas.'"

Cheng Xing and Xiao Ba both opened their mouths wide, and they felt that something magical was happening.

"The third principle of poetry is transcendence. You first come up with a reason why you love bananas."

The poet tilted his head: "Because...it's easier to peel off?"

Wang Zixu said: "This is based on the attributes of the item itself. Because the skin is easy to peel, I like to eat. What is the difference between this reason and the boring words such as 'I like to eat because it is delicious'? It must transcend the original attributes of the item and give an unexpected reason."

The poet said: "'Of all fruits, my favorite food is bananas. Because on the night when I broke up with my first love, my mother bought a banana.' Is that true?"

Wang Zixu nodded: "Correct. Then here we can talk about the fourth principle of poetry, return to nature. We cannot blindly transcend, and we must return to reality in the end, so that we can not only float too high. We must use down-to-earth reality and transcendent feelings to form a contrast.

“那么,这句话就变成了,‘在一切水果中,我最喜欢吃的是香蕉.因为我和初恋分手的那个黄昏,我妈买了一挂香蕉.当她回到家发现一整挂香蕉皮时,我理所当然地被揍了一顿.从那之后,我便报复性地爱上了香蕉.因为它们的皮实在太好剥了’……”

The poet sat in a regular manner with his hands between his legs without any expression, without any reaction, but there was obviously more light in his eyes.

Sakura and the believer looked at each other. They both saw shock in each other's eyes. They suddenly thought with a hint of inspiration that perhaps choosing to come here would become the most correct decision in their lives.

Ye Lan leaned against the restaurant door, hugged her arms in front of her chest, and smiled mysteriously, listening quietly to Wang Zixu's lecture.

She quietly released her feet from her high heels, bent her toes, sootheing the pressure of the arch of her foot for the day. Her snow-white toes were squirming in the black stockings, looking very mysterious.

Wang Zixu had his unique charm when he was giving lectures, and he could not tell that he was a middle-aged cowardly man who was married at the age of 30. So she couldn't bear to interrupt.

However, she had to remind him after class that the data of Wenyan app did not rise at all today, and it even fell a little. It was getting farther and farther away from his goal.

On a personal level, maybe she has changed her views about him, but on a business level, she will not change.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!