Chapter 68 Aspirants.7

Halfway through the scheduled six weeks, the black coffee was gone and his wallet was empty.He wrote three consecutive letters to his wife asking for money, but he only got one-third of the requested amount—ten oceans.The wife wrote in the letter: The ten yuan is still the result of running around for three days.He paid off the bills owed to the small restaurants and tea shops, and the remaining money was only enough to take a fourth-class car. He finally went home, carrying an "unfinished masterpiece" in a wicker box, and a sea-like hatred for "life" in his stomach.No!For all the hatred, Luo Si Niang, Jin Lingzi, the unknown wild dog, the old monk and the young monk's wooden fish sound-they all once united to disturb him and hinder the "free development" of his "genius", when he followed the The "Scott Method" time.

And there were rats, who also sabotaged his work several times.He had to prepare some snacks for the "Scott method", but the nasty mouse ate more than half of it several times!He could swear that there must not be such a damn mouse in Scott's house! Yet he was not discouraged.Firstly, he "discovered" that the "Scott method" is quite practical, and secondly, he finally "created" more than forty sheets of manuscript paper. .If it weren't for the oppression of life, he would definitely have completed his "masterpiece" this time - this, he was sure.

"Without life, there is no creation!" That's what he said at the beginning when he met his wife.Seeing that his wife still couldn't comprehend it for a while, he sighed and explained: "There must be Scott's life - a good salary from the Ministry of Justice, a comfortable house, no need to add lamp oil by yourself, no need to be afraid of mosquitoes If you bite, you don’t have to remember to prepare snacks yourself, and there are no mice to steal snacks—only in this way can we talk about creation!” "Then, according to me, it's fine if you don't create." Madam comforted him.

"Hey! You—you—" he jumped up and shouted, "Hey, why are you always so unresolute! Hey, you have to be more resolute, can't you? There's still next year! I'm not discouraged! But , to arrange my life first. It can be half of Scott’s, oh, it’s half of half, that’s enough, I’m sure!” So he raised his head and thought for a while, then whispered to himself and said: "Isn't society so precious about a resolute genius?" May 12, 1935.