Chapter 4 Four

Four When I was young, I felt that all human careers were my career, and I wanted to have everything... If I could program at that time, I would be so happy to die.By the way, when I wanted to have everything, I was digging a hole in Yunnan and had nothing.If a person wants to eat anything, he must be very hungry.In modern times, people who want to do everything must be abnormal.Anyway, I miss that era.That was my golden age. Now I'm also programming, but it feels bad.This shows that I am becoming another person, and the arrogance is gone.Mr. Guan Hanqing once said that he eats a copper pea whole without steaming it, boiling it, crushing it, crushing it, or crushing it.I appreciate this spirit, but I also know that there are no such beans.Life can change everything.I eventually discovered that I had only one career, and that was writing fiction.For an individual, it is enough to have a career... The so-called novels refer to the works of Calvino, Yourcenar and others, and nothing else. These two are not Chinese, and they always refer to foreigners My name is not good, people will say that I am a national nihilist.So, the so-called novel.It's Kawinu, the matter of Yusna.That being said, it seems much more true.It's a hell of a lot to go on like this, and let me tell you the story.

The editor was in the hall with a strange girl, and after the conversation, they went to the back bedroom.The girl looked around all the way and kept asking: Do you live here?Long stay or short stay?What is your occupation?Hey, what else is your name besides Grand Master?Mr. Editor felt very unhappy and thought: Damn it!I want to do an exclusive interview; but who is this interviewing?But he didn't say it.He just said with a stern face: Don't call me "Hey Hey", you know what to call me.You don't forget anything... The girl stuck out her tongue and said, well, I remember.When I finish being a worm later, you have to tell me.The editor suddenly felt ashamed.Zuo Shandiao also felt this way when he met Yang Zirong at Weihu Mountain. The bandit leader expressed it this way: You are not a liar, you are a loophole!But the editor didn't say anything?He just thought: God, bless my interview!Let me have something to hand over to the boss! ...I don't believe that the interview is so important.Therefore, the "exclusive interview" he mentioned should be understood as "job bowl".Driven by his job, he led the girl into the bedroom; the room was hung with black curtains and lit by a dim lamp.It's very quiet here because the house is in an alley.In addition, Mr. Editor himself sealed up the windows.There is a large black iron bed in the center of the house.Arriving at this place, the girl became shy.And that editor was a little twitchy too.He coughed dryly, and took out a pair of handcuffs from behind his back—it was a prop.The girl's face was flushed, she stared at him and said: Hey!is it necessary?Is it really necessary?The man was ashamed to death, but he still made up his mind and said: What is necessary and unnecessary!I'm not called "Hello" either!Don't forget, you're just a maggot!This sentence is the most important in the whole story.In life, that is, I can't always remember this sentence.

Selina invented a Swiss Guard song; We live in the long cold night, -Life is like a long journey. Looking up at the sky for direction, There is no guiding star in the sky! I titled the article because of the song; there is a far-fetched connection between the story I tell and my state of mind, which is: Someone can get pleasure from submitting and submitting, but I can't.On the contrary, in this situation, I feel very unpleasant.In recent years, I have met some writers who write film and television scripts, and I always hear them muttering: How can I shoot as soon as I write it.He also mentioned that a certain celebrity can shoot everything he writes.I don't like such muttering, but I can understand their difficulties, but this kind of muttering can't get into my mind.People asked me to write something about the Liang Feng ceremony, originally to save face, but I felt extremely annoyed.Having said that, seeing Liang Fengyi publishing books in bundles, but her own books can't come out, I feel uncomfortable.The big name who can shoot everything he writes.What was he thinking... In my story, the girl touched her blushing nose (now she can't touch it for a while), stretched her hand out, and was handcuffed to the bed rail; this is a kind of S /M routine.Don't ask me what kind of routine I'm stuck in now, I don't know - I also want to be a big name who can shoot or be featured in anything, but I don't want to stretch out my hands and let others handcuff; Tie Jin: Who cares to handcuff me.

In my story, the male editor gritted his teeth, closed his eyes suddenly, waved his left hand in black glove (this is because of the position, he is not left-handed), crackled, and hit twenty times in a row. Many blows; the good nature of human beings must be given due credit—the twenty or so hit most of them on the mattress.To make a digression here, I don’t like to use the educational significance to shoot others. After I opened my eyes, I saw that girl was lying on the bed trembling with her head flushed.If it is crying, that person will definitely feel uncomfortable for it.Actually laughing so he feels worse.He was covered in stinky sweat, and under the leather jacket was very dry and sticky.The left hand is cramping, and the left arm seems to be dislocated again.So he didn't care about anything, turned around and rushed towards the wine cabinet.First, he made an extra-large glass, filled it with icyne, then filled it with soda water first, and then added a small amount of gin, and was about to drink it all in one gulp, when he heard a sound behind him.Turn around—look: the girl struggled to kneel on the bed, twisted her neck to look at him, her eyes were wider than a wine glass.The two looked at each other like this for a while; the girl said: Don't patronize yourself and drink!The man thought, she was right, put down the glass and asked: What are you drinking?The girl said: Scotch whiskey.For the black brand, add two cubes of ice.He turned to get his drink—the editor, by the way, was a man of pleasure, and there was nothing lacking in the liquor cabinet—and poured it; he babbled; Scotch.Black card.Add two cubes of ice.This is not like a request from a maggot...

It was more than two o'clock in the night again, and it seemed that I couldn't get on with the computer business anymore. I just learned how to do Win3.1, and win95 came out again. BC4.5 was just written; 5.0 came out again.It's as if it's just trying to make me dizzy, and the only thing that doesn't make me dizzy is the novel.A misunderstanding must be clarified here: It seems that everyone can write novels, including the rich woman sitting in the back seat of a Mercedes-Benz... Fiction is not such an easy career.We must know that Calvino has been exploring the infinite possibilities of novel art since his middle age.Fiction, like computer science, truly has endless possibilities.It's a pity that I don't have eloquence, and I don't have the patience to persuade my editor-in-chief.For me; there is only one life advisable, and that is getting lost in this infinite possibility.This kind of life is beyond reach.Right now I'm in the mood for that off-again, ghostly blues...but what am I talking about?Do you want to make Mr. Editor-in-Chief laugh? "Returning the infinite possibilities of novel art to you. Aren't you that Wang Er?"

Now let's tell the story.The editor served the wine and walked towards the girl.She struggled to take the glass of wine, but it was impossible... So, he gently put his arms around her shoulders, and fed the wine to her lips—at the same time subconsciously said: Scotch wine.Black card.No more, no less, two pieces of ice.But aren't you a maggot?The girl immediately choked on drinking.She trembled all over and said: Don't mention this word... I said it, this story was made up; it was just to make people laugh.So is my motivation.I said that I have two pieces of educational value in my pocket and can take them out at any time. This is bragging.If I really had such skills, I would not program. Readers who do not pursue educational significance must have already guessed the ending of the story: the man took out the key, opened the handcuffs, and said, "I'm sorry."I'm not real - I'm a newspaper editor out looking for stuff to write an article about.The girl rubbed her wrist and said: I'm sorry.I'm not real either; I'm a sociologist, doing social research.After laughing, the two put on cool clothes and went out together to find a cool place to drink coffee.In my own story, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house called me and said, what are you yelling outside the door that day?Just kidding, why did you run away... come back quickly.We haven't finished talking about the manuscript yet.Ugh.If only my story could be told in this way, that would be great.

The story has been told.One more thing to add, this story makes S/M "funny", but I have no prejudice against people with this hobby.It's ridiculous that neither this kind of person nor this kind of thing should do this.Now I rub my eyes, pull myself together, and exit the writing process.Made some complaints and felt much better. I think I'm still me, I want to have everything - if I don't tune that C++ program today, I won't sleep...