Chapter 6 six

Later, this thing was modified, and 50,000 copies were printed, flooding the pirated book market. The title of the book is Qiong Yao's Pure Love Series, Sisters, the only authorized publication in mainland China, and the collection of Qiong Yao's novels "Outside the Gate".Once when Lao Qiang and I went shopping in the book market, I saw a fat guy with big ears. He recommended it to Lao Qiang and said, "Dude, this is Qiong Yao's latest item. I will give it to your girlfriend. I must like it. The original price is 20 yuan." , look, it's going to rain today, and I've also closed the stall, or I'll give you a 50% discount.

4 This book old gun got 8,000.At that time we lived in a small house in the urban area, Shanghai. 5 They gave me 6,000 for my series of beautiful essays, and I worked hard for two months, because I had no illusions about literature, so the pain was limited to sometimes not being able to make up the number of words.The pain of Lao Qiang is that he loves literature, but literature does not love him. He has written novels with hundreds of thousands of words, but there is no place to publish them. Later, except for one reserved, all of them were sent to Jia Pingwa.These things were exchanged for more than 20,000 RMB.Lao Qiang's hobby is drinking. If you don't have money, you can't drink. If you don't drink, you can't write. If you can't write, you have no money.I have written something, I have money, I have wine, but I have nothing.Such is the life of an old gun.

Lao Qiang's drinking is the worst I've ever seen. This man drinks half a catty of baijiu every day to stimulate his inspiration.Once, it should be September 1st, I saw Lao Qiang going out with a big schoolbag on his back. I thought he missed school life and went to study. Unexpectedly, he came back with a bag of wine, put it on the desk, opened a bottle, and drank. Take a bite and say, let’s write a novel about Li Bai today. The place where Laoqiang and I lived was settled by the pirate group.The rent is paid by them, and the task is to come up with at least 100,000 words every month.We use the most backward computers, and saving a disk is equivalent to the time it takes us to open instant noodles.Every time we write to the point of starvation, we always make noodles and say, save it.The old gun kept cursing at the same time, throw it away, throw it away, throw it all away.The fact is that I have lost files, and the old gun has never lost anything because of its good care of disks and computers.

6 It takes an hour from where we live to the Bund, and every two days at dusk, God knows where Lao Qiang turns to go to the Bund.He doesn't live in Shanghai, but he has a natural yearning for the Bund, as well as the Peace Hotel and the Bells in the Twilight.I went there with Old Gun once, and this time we called a car, because we just got a few thousand.We called Poussin walked through Jing'an Temple, crossed Huaihai Road, and saw Maison Department Store. We all weighed how many handkerchiefs we could buy there with the thousands in our hands.Then cross Baoqing Road and arrive at Hengshan Road.We are running counter to the Bund at this time.We passed by Hengshan Hotel, watching the old times disappear from sight, passed by the subway station, and then turned onto Zhaojiabang Road, saw countless office buildings disappearing on both sides, and countless people dressed like men walked out of them and called a car Then disappeared.Lao Gun then accused them of writing such poor literature under such superior conditions.I reminded Lao Qiang that those guys with a bag in their hand were not writing.Old Gun said I know.

It's possible that Lao Qiang hasn't cursed anyone for a long time, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he wanted to find a sustenance to scold.Then when he arrived at Xujiahui, Lao Qiang finally let go of his hatred for the people on Zhaojiabang Road, and comforted himself by saying, don't scold them like that, because they are still creatures anyway. 7 Then the old gun insisted not to take the elevated, and slowly grinded on the ground.Before I went to Beijing, I always hated the traffic jams in Shanghai.We walked and stopped from below, and saw countless high-end cars parked beside them, with countless creatures sitting in them, as inexplicable as we were. When we were in Xujiahui, we felt that Shanghai was really a paradise. Have a girlfriend, otherwise so many plane trees will be wasted.

8 Finally, when we went from Lujiabang Road to Zhongshan South Road, it was the old gun who woke me up.Behind us is the Nanpu Bridge. We walked along Zhongshan East Road, looking at the old Shanghai. Opposite was the Oriental Pearl Tower, a thing that a foreigner always struggles to climb when he comes to Shanghai.I have spent a lot of time in Shanghai, but I have never seen it at its feet, and I don't even think it is magnificent.There is also the International Convention and Exhibition Center next to it, which is as ugly as it looks from the Bund. There are only a few balls piled up together. People with vision problems think that those few balls fell from the Oriental Pearl Tower.

9 It was dusk when we were standing by the flood control wall on the Bund. Lao Qiang was heartbroken over the fare he had paid. He was trying hard to figure out how many words he would need to write around the taxi fare today. The result of the calculation was that he needed to write 2,000 words. . Then we stood on the Bund and looked at the crowds. Countless people said to us: Make way, we are taking pictures.We can hardly find a place to stand for a long time on the Bund. 10 We then walked to the monument, which made people realize that there are no more sculptures in Shanghai.We walked past countless embracing lovers, countless dim street lights, countless chairs by the river, and finally saw something similar to the model of Yangpu Bridge, knowing that we had arrived at Lao Qiang's favorite place, Waibaidu Bridge.For many years, I always thought that Pudong was on the other side of the bridge.But after I left Shanghai, I realized that the area under the bridge turned out to be the Suzhou Creek.The Huangpu River made an exaggerated bend under my feet.

11 The old gun's repertoire is to meditate on the bridge.Said to meditate, what should be written.At this time, I will feel extremely funny and sad, and feel that many things are like articles written by the old gun, which cost you countless energy, and finally you finish it, but it does not belong to you. 12 Then we took the luxury of taking a taxi back.At that time, there was already fog on the Huangpu River, and steam whistles sounded on the river.But we have tasks, and we can only be bored when we stay by the river.When I went back, I took the elevated road directly, which was much smoother than when I compared it, and arrived soon.When we got out of the car, Old Gun said, I should save my money and buy a car.This is not an unrealistic suggestion, because according to the current salary of the old gun, it is enough to write for ten years.Of course, it's a little Otto, not a license plate.