Chapter 66 Aspirants.5

After that, he experienced various writing habits of great Western writers. Because his grades in the first night job were too bad, he didn't dare to learn from Balzac. "This old Mr. Ba has such a strong body! I heard that his head and neck are thicker than others, his hair is like a horse's mane, he is tall and big, and has the energy of a buffalo. How can I learn from him! And There must be no mosquitos in his study!" He thought sadly, and couldn't help but hate why his parents didn't make him taller and bigger.But he cannot but "create".And "creation" must have a "method", so he thought of Scott.The old man has a limp and seems to be in poor health. He wrote the article in the morning.By the way, in the morning, before breakfast, what Gu Zhe said was "Pingdan Qi".

He decided to get up early, although it was not easy to get up early.It was scheduled for six o'clock, but the god of sleep let him wake up at seven o'clock. "Oh, there must be an alarm clock!" he thought, yawning.Just follow the old practice of black coffee and ask my wife to send one, it won't work!I don't have an alarm clock at home, so I have to buy one now.I'm afraid it will take several days to buy and buy.And it's still a question of whether the wife is willing to buy it!The last time I sent black coffee, I was already nagging about half a car, saying that the money left at home was not enough after all, and I have a bad stomach and I haven’t seen a doctor yet, bad!

However, he is not someone who gives in easily!Must try to buy an alarm clock. When he returned to the temple after breakfast in the teahouse that day, he discussed with the old monk in the temple and asked him to be a "Baoxiao Toutuo" every morning at six o'clock. "Oh—it's six o'clock, monks don't have a chime clock." The old monk said lazily. He scratched his scalp, thinking that he should ask his wife to buy an alarm clock and send it, but then he tilted his head and asked, "What time do you wake up every day?" "Me? When the rooster crowed, I meditated and recited scriptures." The old monk stared at his face with his eyes.

"Okay, it's just the rooster crowing. - The rooster crows and call me!" He solved the problem. In order to set a new era, he simply did not create during the day.After he lay on the bed and sprayed a few smoke rings, he suddenly remembered why he didn't learn from Dannon Xuewu at the same time, it would be beneficial.Of course he didn't have a fine horse, but the country folk had plenty of cattle, and a ox or buffalo was within his reach. So set off in the morning.Less than a hundred steps from the temple, there is a field.A piece of green oil.But there is no cow!He used the courage of a realist writer to make on-the-spot inspections and ran through three or four fields. Sure enough, he saw a horn protruding from a small river far away.He couldn't help being happy in his heart, and his feet became more energetic.He ran for a long way in one breath, and saw the whole cow, but what a shame, an uninformed countryman had just led the cow to the waterwheel, and it seemed that he was about to go to work.When he came to him, the cow was already reeling the waterwheel very docilely, with a big blindfold on its face.

"Everything is hindering the free development of my creative genius!" He thought like this, walking back listlessly.I'm getting hungry, but there are no small restaurants in the fields. But this setback only made him more determined.After lunch, he changed direction to look for them, and there were three or four of them, all of which were cattle and buffaloes. They were not working hours, and they were lying under the roots of big trees to enjoy the cool breeze.He made a negotiation with the country boy who was guarding him, and he rode with two coppers.Everything has to cost some money, he understands it very well; isn't it that he can't let the bookstore owe royalties after his creation is completed?

He rode all those oxen one by one.He was not very good at riding, but he was satisfied.When he rode to the last one, it was a scalper——suddenly, he felt an "inspiration". One of the characters in the novel he had planned, who happened to be a shepherd boy, suddenly popped out of his mind and stood up alive. there. "Haha!" He laughed wildly, rolled down the cow's back, and rubbed his hands. However, the pen, paper, and tools were not in his hands, so he rubbed his hands again and sighed in disappointment. But in any case, he succeeded in imitating Dannon Xuewu this time.When he returned to the temple in the shadow of the setting sun, his heart was happy and full of hope.Logically, he should then have such a full-time job.Because Dannon Xuewu's "method" is exactly that.But he has already "dedicated a heart of faith to Scott" for the sake of it, and his limbs seem to be unwilling, so he only arranges the pen, ink, manuscript, paper, cigarettes, and black coffee after dinner. Qi, rest assured to sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, and he didn't know if he had dreamed or not. In short, he jumped all over as if he had slipped off the back of a yellow bull. When he opened his eyes in surprise, a ray of sunlight was playing on his forehead.He hurriedly took out his watch from under the pillow to have a look, damn it!It was a little past seven o'clock again. His anger was no small matter. "Ahem, a new plan, ruined again!" - he said when he was wearing socks. "Besides, damn it, the old monk is horrible! Why would he want to sabotage my creation plan on purpose!" - said angrily when he pulled up his shoes.

Can't wait to wash his face, he rushed to the "abbot" and shouted loudly: "Hey! We negotiated yesterday, you woke me up early in the morning, why didn't you call?" The old monk who was doing his morning lesson vigorously knocked on the wooden fish, only raised his eyelids and looked at him, still muttering sutras.The young monk next to him forgot to knock on the wooden fish, Wu Liuliu's eyes only looked up at his head and saw the soles of his feet. Bald - the old monk's wooden fish stick suddenly hit the young monk's head.bald!Two more notes in a row.The old monk stopped chanting and turned his face away.But the little monk broke his throat and yelled "Nanwu Buddha, Nanfu".The old monk hit the young monk on the head again in a fit of anger, and shouted:

"You are lazy! You never called!" "Hmph, how can you entrust such a big matter to a little monk!" "I called, I called;" the little monk said hurriedly as if he understood, "He won't wake up! I called!" "Nonsense! I won't wake up! Something big is happening to me!" He stomped his feet angrily. "I yelled! I yelled outside the window for a long time, but you didn't wake up!" The little monk almost cried. "Monks don't tell lies. Sir, it's because you sleep better." The old monk looked at the young monk, then at him, and spoke slowly.He was too angry to think of an answer.Suddenly he reached into his left pocket, right pocket, and even his trousers pocket, and fumbled around. He wanted to find out his watch to show the old monk what time it was, so his planned plan was ruined, and the responsibility was Who should be responsible, but there is no watch, and I forgot to bring the watch with me.At this moment, the old monk said slowly:

"Sir, it's no wonder I couldn't wake you up. Our heads are crowing, and you were just in the head." "The first rooster is crowing, is the first rooster crowing? About what time is the first rooster crowing?" He scratched his scalp. "I don't know what time it is." The old monk closed his eyes and shook his head. "The rooster crows in the middle of the night. It's a hot day, and the first rooster crows before the fifth watch, and after the fourth watch." He was dumbfounded, damn it, the cock crows so early!No wonder Scott was able to write such 20,000 words before breakfast, and he got up with a headache.Come on, it's just the rooster crowing.

"Old monk, you don't know that there is a big problem with me! Tomorrow, thousands of roosters will come and crow, but they won't wake up, knock on the door, and won't wake up after knocking on the door——oh——" He scratched his scalp, "In short You must wake me up! Don’t forget!”