Chapter 6 unfinished novel

Reason for selection: Many people say that I can only write about girls, and girls come alive in my writing, but once I write about boys, I will be lost.This is my first novel with a boy as the protagonist. The boy "Weidanli" does exist, he is from Zhenjiang, and his screen name is indeed "Weidanli, the talented man in the town".When I was a DJ, I once invited him to be a guest on my show. He was so nervous that his forehead was sweating and his body was shaking all the time, but he just insisted and told me that he was not nervous at all, I I almost laughed and held my breath.

Talented man Vidanli is going to take the college entrance examination this year. I wish him a good school. As for this story - it is all my fiction, any similarity is purely coincidental, hehe. Wei Danli is not actually called Wei Danli, his real name is Li You. Muzi Li, you are playing for fun. But when he introduces himself, he usually says: "Li Bai's Li, Lu You's You." Then he winks his eyes triumphantly, so full of ambition. Vidanli is the screen name he gave himself.There is another attributive, which is added together: the young talent Vidanli. The young genius Vidanli is my loyal reader.

He will read each of my novels carefully, and then write me an eloquent E-MAIL, telling me his opinions and suggestions.Sometimes his words are outrageous, sometimes very to the point.But no matter what, I like to read his letters. When I read, I usually smile slightly. I have been online with many young friends, but only Vidanli and I live in the same city. This is a small place called Dancheng. There is a lot of rain. When it is not raining, the sky is full of fine dust. White shirts can only be worn for half a day, and the neckline and cuffs will be dark after a stroll in the street.Vidanli said in a letter to me: "I really don't like Dancheng. The only reason I like it is that there is a great writer like you here, and you can breathe under the same blue sky. Sansheng is lucky."

These words are more or less suspected of flattery, but I think that a sixteen-year-old boy can accept all the flattery, and it doesn't matter.What I can't figure out is that many of my novels are actually written for girls. Why does Vidanli like them? I asked this question in my reply to him, and his answer was: Is there a reason for liking?Auntie Meimei, although you write good novels, it seems that you are not the smartest. Hey, you still have me in the army like this? Then he said at the end of the letter: "Auntie Meimei, I want to meet you, is that okay? If you can, please call my paging number, my paging number is very easy to remember, 127-1589854."

I realized that I also wanted to see Vidanli a little bit, so I called his pager.He called me back within a minute, very typical big boy muffled voice, trembling imperceptibly because of excitement.I told him the address of my home, and then told him when he could come to see me, and he said politely, "Will it bother you to write?" I replied almost mischievously: "If you are really worried, don't come?" He is not stupid, he laughed and said, "Auntie Meimei, you are so naughty, you are playing tricks on me." "Then you don't have to be polite." I said.

"Yes!" He became obedient. When I hung up the phone, I thought of something, and I said, "Vidanli, your paging number is easy to remember." "Auntie Meimei, can you take a good look at it?" He kept a secret. "Can you see it, I ask you?" I said, "I've been watching it for a long time." "Hey, 1589854 means "If you want me to post it, I will post it five times." I laughed and hung up the phone. It seems that he is a greedy child, and if one post is not enough, he will post it five times, haha. I had just finished washing my hair when Vidanly knocked on the door.I went to open the door wetly, which gave me a big jump.Standing at the door was a tall young man, about 1.8 meters tall, with sneakers like two boats.It's a whole size bigger than the Vidanli I imagined.I found my husband's slippers for him to wear, he reluctantly put them on, and then said to me: "Auntie Meimei, if you don't mind, I don't need to wear shoes, my socks are very clean."

"If you don't think my floor is dirty," I said, "you're welcome." I noticed that he neatly put the shoes he took off back into the shoe cabinet, and then carefully sat down on the sofa at my house. The sofa collapsed completely, and he looked at me with some embarrassment. "Vidanli," I said, handing him a can of iced Coke, "he's a handsome guy." "Why do you think I'm not handsome enough?" He pushed me into the army again. "No, I didn't expect him to be so handsome." "I didn't expect Auntie Meimei to be so young." Vidanli looked at me and said, "I decided to call you sister instead."

"No." I said sternly, "You can't mess up your seniority." He chuckled, then leaned his head on the sofa, and said comfortably: "I never thought that one day I would be able to sit in a writer's house." "Hehe, writers are mortals too." I said, "It's just a profession." "It's a sacred profession!" Vidanli became excited, "I also want to be a writer in my dreams, Auntie Meimei, do you think I'm okay?" "I can't see it." I said with a smile, "You have to let me watch it for a while before I can tell."

"Actually, I can't even think about it." He suddenly became dejected again without thinking. "Why?" I wondered. "I'm too tall." Vidanli said eloquently, "I haven't seen a tall man who can become a writer." "No reason." I comforted him, "There is a fairy tale writer I like very much. His name is Peng Yi, and he is not ordinary tall." "But I'm only sixteen. I'm still growing." "What kind of logic is this? Talent has nothing to do with stature." I didn't bother to reason with him anymore, and motioned him to drink Coke.

At this time, there was a wind blowing, and the plastic bag hanging by the window was rattling. Vidanli suddenly raised his two long legs high in a funny way, and asked me with a nervous expression on his face. Say, "My God, you don't have mice in your house, do you?" The 1.8 meter tall guy is afraid of mice? I said angrily: "If there is, it is you, a big mouse!" While patting his head in embarrassment, Vidanli took out two pieces of paper from his pocket and said to me: "This is an exercise of mine, can you give me your advice?" After the manuscript was handed over to me, So I sat upright, and the pious eyes forced me to look at it immediately.

It was an article he wrote after listening to Huang Lei's new song "Wait, Wait, Wait" recently. The full text is as follows: On a Friday evening, I wandered alone in a lonely street, chewing gum boredly, looking at the sky as if nothing had happened, passing by the rushing off-duty workers beside me. Unknowingly, I walked into a familiar audio-visual store, and the boss looked at me as a consumer with greedy eyes, as if saying in his heart: Hehe, I can make a small fortune again! This audio-visual store is quite big, and the CD shelves are full of Nicholas Tse, Edison Chen, Cecilia Cheung, Gu Tianle, etc., which can make me sick to the ground. The so-called new people listen to CDs. Although I am standing here, I am also a new person. New people, but I don't like to listen to their songs, I like to listen to songs sung by the older generation, songs with collection value, and these songs are hard to find here.In my words, it is: the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach! After a lot of difficulty, I saw a CD with a snowy background in a corner that could almost form spider webs, so I picked it up and saw that it was Huang Lei's CD!Looking at it again, there are a few small characters written on it that make my heart beat: a literary classic of the century, a music festival of ten literary theme songs.Could this be my favorite combination of music and literature!Just these few words let me own Huang Lei's "Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait" CD. When I got home, my parents were already asleep.I sat under the dim desk lamp, facing the faint yellow light, I took out this CD, inserted it into the CD player, pressed the PLAY button, listened quietly, then took out the lyrics, and listened to it one by one. Lyrics, when I saw some wonderful things, I copied them into my notebook with a pen, and I copied some sentences about love, but I was a little shy! "Blah Wait" is the title track on the album and my favorite.I really admire Xu Changde's talent!he The words written have charm, taste and connotation, giving people a thought-provoking feeling. Before I knew it, it was already twelve o'clock, and I was more sad and deeper every time, so I was moved by this song, moved by the infatuated Cui Cui; moved by the kindness of Grandpa Cui Cui; because there is no end to this Moved by the story, the lyrics are as follows: This is a story where no time has passed, in that isolated village. Cui Cui and his grandfather live on ferryboats, which has been the case for seventeen years One day the girl met a man in the city, and the two exchanged a vow of life. The man stared reluctantly when he left, Cui Cui said to wait for him forever! Waiting for the first autumn, waiting for the second autumn, waiting for the yellow leaves to fall Wait until you cry, why is the love still, she waits for her promise, Waiting for her to turn around, waiting for Yan'er to pass by, waiting for her to finally see a promise! Day after day, Cui Cui looked up innocently, and it was heartbreaking for Grandpa. Back then, the absurd thought of being opposite to each other made this girl wait until the end of time. At that time, the time and flowing water are gone forever, let this bitterness spread silently! After listening to it, I looked at the wall clock. It was already twelve o'clock in the evening. I suddenly remembered that the monthly exam would be in a few days, and I hadn't memorized my English book yet!Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday, and there is still some precious time!I can't wait anymore, I have to work hard to memorize it! Huang Lei, you originally sang for love, but you let me hear the preciousness of time and how fast time goes by! To be honest, Vidanli's literary talent is mediocre, and his writing is a bit childish. I laughed after reading it. Vidanli looked at me nervously and said, "What are you laughing at?" "It's well written," I still encouraged him, "it's just that there are too many typos, such as not being able to (ban) a little shy, and a (kind of) thought-provoking feeling..." I took the manuscript and pointed to it one by one. show him.He lowered his head with difficulty, and said forcefully: "I typed Shuangpin on the computer, and I didn't pay attention when it was too late. In fact, of course I can't write this kind of word wrong." "So," I asked him again, "is the end of the article a high-profile statement, or is it your own real opinion?" "Of course it's my real idea!" He looked up at me and said, "Auntie Meimei, I am a good boy who studies hard." "That's good," I said, "Writing must write about the most authentic feelings. I think this is very important." He nodded in understanding, then thanked me. When I was leaving, I gave him my book, and when I signed it for him, I thought of asking him: "Why did you name yourself Vidanli?" He smiled secretly and said, "These three words represent three cities. Vienna is the place I like and yearn for the most, and Dancheng is the place I hate the most. As for Lishi, keep it a secret." Hey! I asked him again, "What's your real name?" "Li You." He said. "Muzi Li, do you want to play?" "No." He corrected me seriously and said, "It's Li Bai's Li, and Lu You's You." I am a little dumbfounded.Asked what name he signed on the book, he thought for a while and said solemnly: "Of course it's his real name. Is this a formal occasion?" I sent him downstairs. He was riding a very beautiful Giant sports car. He just waved goodbye to me and disappeared. I always feel that a tall boy like Vidanli should like sports like the NBA, but he likes literature and wants to be a writer. But everyone has their own ambitions, and it is good to have ideals. An hour later, I received a letter from Vidanli on the Internet, in which he said: "Auntie Meimei, I have been very excited since I met you. You are really much younger and more beautiful than I imagined, and I didn't expect a writer to be so approachable. This has strengthened my confidence in being a writer. I There is a ruthlessness here I hope you can promise me, can you write a novel for me? If possible, I can tell you a lot of my stories. Hit me again if you want to hear my story You should remember my paging number, right? But let me say it again for peace of mind: 127——1589854. I wish you frequent success! " Of course, I didn't call Vidanli again. As a professional writer, I have a heavy writing task, and I may not have time to fulfill a child's wish, but I sent him a letter back, I said : "Auntie Meimei is also very happy to meet you. As for your story, you can send me your introduction and the stories you think are wonderful one by one on the Internet. When I think I can write, I will I wrote it, do you like it? Vidanli, a tall boy who is afraid of mice.I wish you a happy summer.Early dreams come true. " Vidanli's reply came three minutes later.He said to give me the introduction first, as for the story? Then tell me slowly, his introduction is so empty and arrogant that I can't laugh or cry: me!is a good man!What a genius!Is a literary boy!Be an internet prodigy!It's a musical kid!Ha ha!In short, I am an all-rounder! I put it aside. On the whole, Vidanli is an interesting kid. It is already autumn to have contact with Vidanli again. The autumn wind was rustling, and the continuous autumn rain in Dancheng was even more non-stop. Wei Danli called me and said distressedly: "Auntie Meimei, I am in trouble." "tell me the story?" As I expected, Vidanli's distress was related to a girl, and he said weakly: "I'm so miserable, I was entangled by a girl." "You should be happy." I said, "It means you are attractive." "What," Vidanli said, "that girl looks like a hippopotamus." "Hey!" I said, "Don't judge people by their appearance!" "The conscience of heaven and earth!" Vidanli said, "I'm just telling the truth. I can't describe it too much!" "Okay then," I asked with interest, "tell me how she pestered you?" "She didn't ask me to go to the movies, she asked me to go skating with her, or she asked me some very mentally retarded questions, and put the poems I wrote in her pencil case!" "You wrote poems to her?" "How could it be!" Vidanley yelled. "Then why does she have your poems?" "I just wanted her to give her advice, but I didn't expect her to take it as a treasure." "Well," I said, "who can blame it?" "What do you think I should do?" Vidanli asked humbly, seeing me as a savior. "Just tell her you don't like her?" "That won't work. A girl's self-esteem will be killed. I don't want to hurt her." "Then try to stay away from her? She should understand herself." "She sucked at me like an ant." Weidan used a metaphor that I found hard to accept. He said, "Paging me more than five times a day, if I didn't reply, she would keep calling. My mother felt that Something is wrong." "That's a bit of a headache." I said, "The handsome guy has a lot to do." "Are you still in the mood to laugh at me?" Vidanli was very dissatisfied: "By the way, how are you doing with my novel?" "Not yet!" I said. "You haven't told me enough about yourself that I can't just write." He was so disappointed: "Actually, it doesn't matter. I'd rather see me in your imagination. I want to know what Auntie Meimei thinks of me?" "Then what do you want me to write about you?" "It doesn't matter!" He said generously, "As long as he is a good person, he should be more sensible, more beautiful and kind than the boys in your other novels." "It doesn't matter if the requirements are so high?" "Hey." He hung up the phone with a smile, not forgetting to tell me: "Hurry up and write, I'll wait and see." Before I had time to conceive his story, he called again. This time the call was still related to a girl, but the protagonist was changed. "Auntie Meimei, I'm in trouble." The opening line was exactly the same. I pour myself a cup of tea and listen to him speak slowly. "I fell in love with a girl," he said. "Does the hippo don't look like a hippo now?" I suspected that he was impressed by the girl and couldn't stand his ground anymore. "No." Vidanli said: "This girl was my neighbor when I was young. I thought I would never see her again, but I didn't expect her to appear in my life again. I finally got her." "Your" blah blah blah "was written for her?" I suddenly realized. "The secret must not be leaked." Vidanli said, "You are not allowed to write this in the novel." Oh? Protecting this girl so much, it seems that she is really important to Vidanli.I jokingly said, "I'll just write it! Otherwise, the novel wouldn't be wonderful." "Does it have to be romantic to be wonderful?" He expressed disdain to me: "Sometimes, your novels are superficial in this place." After I finished speaking, I was afraid that I would be dissatisfied, so I quickly added four words: "With all due respect." "Oh, tell me, what's so good about this girl that you are so happy and worried about her?" "I don't know." Vidanli said: "When she was young, she wore a white dress and followed me like a little princess, but she grew up to be more beautiful than when she was a child, like the heroine of "Qing Mouth Lozenges" Oh." "No wonder." I said, "You deserve it for your persistent habit of judging people by their appearance!" "The conscience of heaven and earth." Vidanli said, "I like her even if she looks like a hippopotamus." "Looks like she doesn't like you?" I said. "Yes." Vidanli said: "She has completely forgotten everything about her childhood. How many fights I fought for her at that time. I will fight for her if anyone dares to look at her Oh!" "The ungrateful girl," I said, "forget about her!" "Aunt Meimei, you put it lightly." Vidanli said, "I lied to you last time, do you know why I chose this screen name? In fact, her name is Danni, and my name means "for Danni". mean." "What for her?" I asked. "Anything is fine," he replied. "Stupid enough." I scolded him. "A little bit," he admitted. I said, "Well, Vidanli, I will write a story for you when I have time." "Don't write about Dany," Vidanley said. "She'll be upset if she sees it. She doesn't like me telling all about our childhood." "Okay." I promised him. "Auntie Meimei," Vidanli said, "if I were a writer, I would write a story for her, and I think she would like it." Vidanli, silly tall boy. I started work on my novel for Vidanli. I have designed a lot of interesting stories for him, and I feel that Vidanli in my novels is much more interesting than him in real life.I think Vidanli would love this character.The strange thing is that Vidanli hasn't contacted me for a long time. When the novel was about to be finished, I thought that I should let him read this novel first. I wanted to hear his opinion.So I called his paging number, his paging number is really easy to remember, I didn't even check the address book. But it wasn't him who called back, it was a woman's voice.Asked if I was looking for Li You. I said, "You are?" "I'm her mother." I quickly said, "Oh, I'm Meimei." "It's the writer Meimei," said Vidanli's mother. "I've always wanted to call you, but I've been hesitant to disturb you." "Vidanli, what happened to Zhou You?" My intuition has always been sharp.An ominous premonition rushed straight to his forehead. "He's been in the hospital for over a month." really. "Oh?" I said, "what's wrong with him?" "It's not a disease," said Vidanli's mother. "He was slashed seven times! One knife almost killed him." It can be heard that Vidanli's mother is suppressing her sadness. "Which hospital?" I said, "I'm coming to see him." As soon as I walked to the door of the hospital, I recognized Vidanli's mother at a glance. Vidanli and her mother looked very similar, especially the eyes, which were exactly the same.She said to me gratefully, "Thank you for coming." "Should be," I said, "I'm friends with your son, I'm late." "Li You, kid..." Wei Danli's mother sighed and wanted to say something, but she didn't. I asked, "Why did it happen?" "He did what was right. Three gangsters robbed a girl." "She knows that girl?" "I know you," said Mama Vidanley. "They're old friends." Needless to say, it must be for the "mouth clearing lozenge". Vidanli once told me that for her, I can do anything. This boy who is afraid of mice. I saw Vidanli in the ward. He was a little pale, but he was in good spirits.Nice to meet you.Poorly said: "You saw my heroic deeds on TV, right? Am I supposed to be more handsome on TV?" "I don't watch TV," I said. "It would be a shame to miss it." "Now you can write novels for me!" Vidanli said after thinking about it, but he said discouragedly, "But such novels are quite boring, and they are full of praise." "I don't know how to sing praises to you." While his mother was pouring water for me, I whispered in his ear, "That's for Dani. I wouldn't believe you were so brave if someone else did." Vidanli gave me a strange look, and then said triumphantly: "A writer is full of imagination. But this time you are wrong, I saved a hippopotamus!" I am surprised. "Actually, no matter who it is, I will save it." Vidanli said angrily; "I'm not praising myself, they're just stealing money, and it's really obscene to the extreme!" I blush a little, I am ashamed, I can look down on a teenager's literary level, but I have no right to underestimate his personality. I cut Vidanli's hair, and I heard him tell me: "After leaving the hospital, I won't think about how to become a writer all day long, and I have to exercise well, otherwise I will grow so tall in vain, and I will be called a writer if I develop in an all-round way." A real genius!" I smiled and said, "Yes." "Of course my ultimate ideal is to be a writer." Vidanli turned around again: "This is an ideal I will never give up." "Then work hard." I shook hands with him. His hands were so big that they completely covered mine. He giggled. When I walked out of the hospital, I didn't tell Vidanley that the novel I wrote to him was almost finished, and I didn't plan to finish it. Those stories I made up by myself were extremely pale. If they were published, it would be a disservice to Vidanley. Irresponsible behavior.Most importantly, I want to leave this opportunity to Vidanli himself. This wonderful story, the process of writing and reading can be completed by himself. I believe that Vidanli can do better than me. I have no doubts.