Chapter 38 Chapter two

The above is the basic method of writing a novel, and it is also the reason why we write this novel, which can be used as the "preface" or "introduction" of this novel.OK, let's get started now.Well, the man you've picked fits the bill.He is an ordinary person, there is nothing extraordinary about him from his appearance to his clothes.This man was in his fifties, with a pale complexion, dark yellow skin, and a thin, slightly hunchbacked figure. It seemed that he was a desk worker.If you observe carefully, you will find that this man's expression has a kind of despondency; he is not a smug person, and it can even be said that he has never been in high spirits in his life.Because this bleak air is reminiscent of pickled sauerkraut, which has been soaked in salt water for a long time.Therefore, we can speculate that he is either a person who has been burdened by his family for many years, or an old bachelor who has never been nourished by love. One of the two must be one-this is the dialectic of the unity of opposites.He didn't seem to be familiar with the city, or at least the street.You see, after he got off the tram, he looked around at first, hesitating for a while, not knowing which direction to go.After a short pause, he walked east, carrying his black leatherette bag.That kind of leather bag is also the most common. It can hold steamed buns and books in it. Material and spirit can be mixed together, and you can stuff any processed goods into it.Now he was on the sidewalk, and as he walked, he glanced attentively at the shops along the street.In this way, we can be sure that he is a cadre on a business trip from other places.Nowadays, there are a lot of people on business trips and meetings, so he is not a special person. We don't need to change others, let's keep watching him.By this time he had entered a large post office.Come, let us see what he does in the Post Office.

The post office was full of people, and there were long queues in front of the counters for receiving and sending parcels, receiving remittances, and making telegrams and long-distance calls.On the benches, there are customers lying in disorder waiting for long-distance calls, and the sloping tables lined with glass panels are full of letter writers.There is a very peculiar smell in the hall.The smell was a mixture of ink, paper, glue, wood, imitation leather, and human scents and stinks, not to be smelled in any home, so it had a businesslike seriousness. The man we were following hesitated, wanting to back out.But for some reason, he stopped, looked around, and finally got into the telegraph queue.

There was a man in front of him who was arguing with the girl from the post office for some reason.Some of the people behind laughed loudly, some sneered slightly, and some ran out of the queue taking advantage of the chaos, pretending to watch the fun, but got stuck in front of them.But our protagonist was unmoved by it, didn't even blink his eyelids, and still stood in his place like a private soldier, thinking about something while holding his bulging bag.We can be sure that he is reserved, impulsive, and emotionally withdrawn. What is he thinking?At this time, we need to drill into his belly. "...I am Pao Er Ping Wu, and Lao Qian is Ma Ba Jin Qi." It turned out that he was thinking about a game of chess, and there was a very clear picture of the game in his mind. "At this time, I have seven pawns and one. I advanced this pawn and did not go out to prepare for the use of seven horses later. If I go first, two pawns enter three, the old money must be three pawns and one, so my plan will be It can't be realized... He slightly parted his blood-stained lips, and stared at the front with an indifferent and slightly gloomy gaze. "It's a steady move to attack his pawns once and three times. ’ he went on thinking, ‘Alas!If I changed the car to block Hetou with eight cars and five cars, it would have become a more intense offensive situation..."

The team finally moved forward slowly.The person behind poked his waist with something hard, and he seemed to move forward reluctantly two steps. "The worst thing is that I made a mistake in the third step and the fourth step. I acted too hastily!" He had already thought of the final stage of the battle. "I should have gone from behind to seven to four, and no matter how old money goes, I will have an advantage: if he is handsome, six to five, I have three to four, his car to four to one, my horse to four to two, his car to four to eight, and I Cannon four flat two... If he doesn't go that way, but the front car goes eight to one, I will car eight to two, his horse goes seven to eight, my car two backs five, his horse eight backs six, I like one to three, You can also take a piece from him. But, I didn't do this... It's really the so-called 'one wrong move, and the whole game is lost'!"

"Hey!" The person behind poked his waist again, and he just woke up.The chess game in front of him was gone, only the post office saleswoman who had just quarreled with someone was staring at him sullenly. "Oh . . . I'll buy a telegram." He hastily pulled out a penny.The girl sternly threw a telegram at him, like Lang Ping's slamming. He instinctively covered his face with his hands, and flicked twice before connecting the telegram.Afterwards, he slowly found a space on the inclined glass table, squeezed in, unscrewed a senior hero gold pen, and wrote these neat words: Room 301, fourth floor, Shengli Hotel, Donghuan Road, L City Qian Ruquan lost a black cannon. Please look for Zhao Xinshu indoors. Please note that we have to change all the names of places and people here.Of course, the person we were looking at was not Zhao, nor was the recipient Qian.Because we are recording real people and real events, so as not to cause any trouble after this novel is published, this precautionary measure is still necessary.We start the names of people in the order they are given, and place names are replaced by English letters.This is a common method of writing novels.

After writing the telegram draft, he looked at it for a while, and suddenly a mischievous smile appeared on his face.This smile brightened his expression suddenly, with a kind of childlike innocence.As the saying goes, "old and young, old and young", you can often find fleeting childishness in old people, like lightning flashes in the clear autumn sky.The flash of lightning at that moment will make the autumn fields show the splendor of the mature season and the bleakness of the coming winter.At this time, what we saw on the face of this Zhao Xinshu was such a scene.People cannot be judged by their appearance; even an ordinary person like him has his own unique longing in his heart.Fortunately, the fantasies, ideals, longings, hopes, all kinds of absurd, unreasonable, stupid and ridiculous thoughts and holy, noble, benevolent, beautiful feelings in the human heart have no weight, otherwise, the earth will be destroyed. All kinds of such things are crushed to pieces—the human heart contains billions of times more things than the human body!

This is really a nerd, a person who doesn't know how to live. He wrote the telegram and could have handed it directly to the saleswoman, but he went to line up again.In the queue, when he realized the weight of the bag in his hand, a dazed and bewildered expression suddenly appeared on his face.It turned out that he had just bought a large stack of books from the science and technology department of Xinhua Bookstore.He took out the four pockets of his coat and the two pockets of his trousers, and even the iron and steel sacks were locked in a small locker in the hotel, and he had very little on his body when he went out. bring money.How to do it?The 90 cents was needed for both telegram and bus fare back to the hotel... "Hello!" This time it was the girl who greeted him in a scolding tone.

"Oh, oh . . . I'll buy another telegram." He handed another penny over the counter.The girl slapped the telegram on the terrazzo table and at the same time rolled him over with what is known as a "hygienic eye." He flew from the material reality to the emptiness of the spiritual world.Whenever this happens, his expression is not as dull, cautious, and frightened as usual, and there is a mischievous, even slightly self-satisfied and self-righteous smile on his face.He re-drafted the telegram and wrote the following words according to the most economical and concise principles: Qian Ruquan lost the black gun 301 on the fourth floor of the Shengli Hotel on the East Ring Road of L City, and he was also caught in the third queue.He handed in the telegram with an expression of extreme embarrassment, as if he had reduced the girl's income by saving a few dimes.The girl clicked on the telegram draft with a ballpoint pen, raised her head in surprise, and looked at him with a very special look, as if she was about to lose her temper again.He blushed even more, coyly at the counter.But for some reason, the girl finally held back and told him coldly how much he wanted.When the girl was immersed in issuing invoices, he waved his hands repeatedly and said in a deeply apologetic tone, "No, no." Unlike some people on business trips, he even had to issue a receipt for an eight-cent stamp and go back for reimbursement.This telegram is a purely personal communication. What invoice do you want?He paid the telegraph fee, picked up his heavy pack of books, squeezed through the crowd, pushed open the swing door and walked onto the street, quickly disappearing into the vast sea of ​​people.