Chapter 223 Chapter 223 Those Flowers

It seems that only you know me best in the world. Hehe, girl. You see it. You really can see it. When the phone rang, I couldn't say anything close, but it was definitely flickering around the edge. I shouldn't say you are stupid, because you are really smart. I really didn't force you to contact me, really, you know I'm not that kind of person, I can't do anything to threaten others - it's just that my heart was dead at the time, I knew you wouldn't Read my next novel - but you read it anyway. The inner monologue that I revealed inadvertently was seen by you.

Really worthy of a girl who was once a graduate of the director department, hehe, you really started to discover the inner world of the characters between the lines. ——"Read the script badly" was told to me by our teacher. Later, when you read the 300 must-read drama scripts I sent out when I was in school, many of them couldn’t understand——haha, If I want to be honest now, I actually don’t understand a lot of them, not only realism, but also expressionism, symbolism, etc. These seemingly cloudy scripts——I just got the script of "The Bald Showgirl" I was very excited at the time, and I really thought it was a good-looking script, but after reading two sentences, my head grew big—so I remembered the name of the playwright "Ionesco" without remembering anything else, because in the future When I go to the library to search for scripts and read them, I won’t need to read the scripts of this buddy—haha, because I don’t understand and I don’t pretend to be that big.When I was in college, the most troublesome homework was "Style and Genre Script Directing Snippets". The so-called "Style and Genre" refers to all kinds of non-realistic script genres. What the hell? !But I still bite the bullet and do it. The homework is like the training subjects in the army. How can you do it if you don’t finish it?The teacher didn't give me a failing grade, but the grades were indeed not high. They took care of my age (I'm an older student among my classmates), hehe——you can't be smarter than me, right?At any rate, I have been trained as a formal drama director. Can you understand a script that I can't understand?

You can’t understand it either, so ask me this and that while holding “Waiting for Godot”——I wanted to show off to you, but when I brought it over and saw the name of the script, I got hairy.and then?Then I said a profound sentence, hehe, just that sentence: — “Read the script badly.” You really want to read "bad", you grew up memorizing three hundred Tang poems, and your memory is so good that you can't do it - but you can memorize "Waiting for Godot" fluently and even recite it backwards. understand what that means.Hehe, I'm still thinking and thinking, I just want to have fun watching it! ——I haven’t read the whole thing until now. I just read the beginning and threw it aside. Why did you pick it up?

——You can't understand "Waiting for Godot", but you can definitely understand my novels. In fact, anyone can understand it, but they don't ponder over it as carefully as you see it. "Read the script badly." It seems that you have always remembered this sentence. I wouldn't have written my inner monologue on it if I knew you would read it, really, I know I can hide it from everyone but not from you - one is that you know me and the other is that you are really smart and reading Aspects are indeed smart. So you see it. As soon as the phone rang, I heard your rushing words. You said it so fast that I didn't hear it clearly at all, and because I was too surprised, I really didn't expect it to be you.

So you asked a second time, asking clearly and seriously, and you couldn’t care about anything else, and you couldn’t care less about embarrassment: "You tell me! What did you mean by that sentence you wrote - 'I'm running out of time'?!" I knew that I should not write out my inner monologue. I originally wanted to create an eternal legend, an eternal regret-although the Internet is illusory, this legend will always be passed down, so my novel My Youth I Those unforgettable people and stories will be circulated on this network for a long time-I will find a home for them, even if it is an illusory home.

Of course, I will pay with my own life. But I already owe too much. I should have paid them back—and you too. I don't want to be a Hemingway, I don't have that big ambition - I just want this novel, these stories, these characters, these real characters to be passed on forever, I think, I just think people shouldn't forget them. If so, what is my life worth? Once I end my life in this shitty world, people will look for traces between the lines—they can see it at that time, and then understand: "Oh, Xiao Zhuang planned it a long time ago!" They might be shocked by such behavior from a character who writes a novel.

So the real characters and some real stories in this novel will be handed down for a long time-I can only say, maybe. Even if nothing shocks me, I'm fine. Because, I can't tolerate the ugliness and jealousy in this shitty world more and more—yes, it's jealousy. I know who said some words, and some words are really beyond the reach of ordinary readers. This is common sense. I still have it. I'm ready to travel far away from this place. Go to a quiet place. I don't know if they are waiting for me there. It doesn't matter anymore, really. —But, you can see it. Hehe, you really saw it.