Chapter 64 Aspirant.3

After a few days, he actually lived alone in the temple.The temple is the one where his love "originated" in the past, not in the mountains, but in a small town.He shared one-third of the household—forty yuan—and planned to live in this temple for six weeks. The first day was to arrange a study room suitable for "creation", and it was already dark in the blink of an eye.He was also tired, so he sat for a while facing a Mobil lamp, listening to the lady Luo Si in the grass outside the window, and went to bed feeling that the "inspiration" hadn't come yet. He has dreams.Of course, it is the dream of "creating" success.He has read "Shen Zhong" translated by Sun Bo.He knew that the bell of Henry the bellmaker in the play was a symbol of "great art".He firmly believed in his opinion, and he would quarrel with anyone who said that he had explained it wrong.Now he saw in his dream that his "big clock of art" had succeeded, and instead of falling into the lake, it was hanging high on the majestic and magnificent bell tower.Moreover, he held the big sandalwood pestle in his own hand, and struck the "big bell of art" awe-inspiringly.

Hong... Hong... Hong... He woke up laughing in a dream and heard the solemn bell ringing in his ears.He rubbed his eyes, put his little finger in his mouth and bit it lightly.Yes, he felt pain, he was not in a dream.But the bell clearly came from the window: Hong... Hong... "Is it really the same as Bailun, did I realize that I am a celebrity in the literary world as soon as I wake up?" Thinking this way, he hurriedly dressed and got out of bed.At this moment, his brain cells must have issued an emergency mobilization order; all the successful histories of foreign (not Chinese) writers he had read on weekdays all sprang up at once.Dumas's monte-cristo, which is richer than the imperial palace, suddenly appeared in front of him, and he immediately made up his mind that he would never be the king of Mengchang like Dumas.He may entertain once a week—well, once in his monte-cristo, but he will never allow his inferiors to take advantage of it every day.And maybe he wants to raise a few dogs to guard against thieves, but he must not let his dogs bring in half a wild dog to help them eat.No, one hundred ten thousand no!He can't be as confused as Alexandre Dumas!

-------- ①monte-cristo is a character in the novel "The Encounter of Monte Cristo" written by the French writer Alexandre Dumas; here refers to the luxurious and majestic palace where he lives. ——Author's original note. "No!" He jumped out of bed and stamped his foot on the broken square brick.As if stepping on a fire brick, his feet immediately retracted, and he hugged him with both hands.He hadn't put on socks yet, and the soles of his feet hurt from the broken square bricks.He fell on the bed with his painful feet in his arms, laughing wildly for no reason.

Hong... Hong... Hong... The bell is still ringing sentence by sentence. He rubbed the sore foot, and gradually remembered that it was the old monk in the temple who hit the bell in the main hall, and felt a little disappointed.So he put on his socks, licked the leather of his shoes, carefully stepped on those broken square bricks, opened a window, and called the little monk to slap his face. After standing on the stone steps cluttered with grass and wild flowers for a while, he casually walked out of the temple gate.While walking, he was thinking about it in his heart.One and a half months' rent in the temple—no, Xiangjin, went to ten yuan.The tea lights are included.If you bring a meal, it’s three cents a day, three three is nine, one three is three, three fifty-five,—oh, it should be thirteen and fifty cents, of course it’s easy, but, but—he They come here for "creation", they use their brains, and it is impossible for a meal of tofu and vegetables to produce majestic and colorful works. Fortunately, there are many small restaurants in the town, fresh fish and shrimps, fat and tender chickens and ducks, spending every day—— — Well, the prices in small towns are not so expensive.

He puffed out his chest, feeling that his thoughts were really thorough. "But it's breakfast now, what should I eat?" When he approached the store, he suddenly thought of it.He stopped and looked up and down the street. It turned out that there were small restaurants and teahouses selling dim sum.He naturally ran into the teahouse. "According to hygiene, it is not suitable to be meaty and greasy in the morning, and it is good to drink tea for a while to refresh yourself," - he dissected a solid theory for his actions. But because of tea, he thinks of coffee.I'm sorry, but he doesn't have coffee every morning at home—no, not even once a week.But this time is a large-scale "creation" with great concentration, so you should prepare some coffee.By the way, coffee is indispensable.Didn't Balzac's "Human Comedy" rely on 20,000 cups of coffee?

"Hey, hey, why did I forget it in the past! Loss! A huge loss! Otherwise! My masterpiece has already been produced, so why wait for today!" Holding his teacup, he took a sip of it, and at the same time he shouted One serving of scallion and lard pancakes and one serving of meat buns.