Dimensional Bookstore

Three days later, Lu Miaomiao received a call.

An old man who claimed to be the chairman of the provincial literary association called her, loudly praised her work, and strongly urged her to attend the literary association's work discussion meeting, where they would study her work.

Lu Miaomiao put down her phone, still a little dizzy. She looked blankly at Le Jing who was sitting beside her and drinking tea, and asked loudly: "How did you do it?!"

Le Jing put down the cup, and his calm smile unconsciously calmed Lu Miaomiao down: "I didn't do anything, I just read your article to them."

"Is it really that simple?" Lu Miaomiao was still a little bit unbelievable: "But I also asked my teacher... Zhong Mengfu to help me show my work to other seniors, but they all said that what I wrote was rubbish."

Le Jing narrowed his eyes, "Excuse me, did they tell you in person?"

"No...no," it was not easy for Lu Miaomiao to recall that humiliating past. She said with a pale face: "Zhong Mengfu told me, she..." Lu Miaomiao opened her mouth, but still couldn't say what Zhong Mengfu said.

Every word of Zhong Mengfu was a public execution for her personality. She would always humiliate Lu Miaomiao in front of everyone in the studio. There were several times when she even wanted to give up writing. But writing has become a part of her life, and she can't give it up. So I gritted my teeth and persevered.

The phone rang again, and Lu Miaomiao almost jumped up when she saw the three words "Zhong Mengfu" on the screen.

"How dare she call me!" She collapsed and screamed, subconsciously looking at Le Jing: "Should I answer it?"

Le Jing looked at the phone expressionlessly, with a dark and dangerous look she had never seen before, and she couldn't help but shudder.

"Answer it." Le Jing said: "Listen to what she says?"

Lu Miaomiao was depressed for a while, and answered the phone. Zhong Mengfu's aggressive and sharp voice immediately popped out: "You're done! I tell you it's over! You actually missed work for a week! What, I paid you to let you eat for free? I used to think that for a waste like you, being on time for work is your only redeeming feature! Now it seems that you don't even have this redeeming feature? Then what's the point of you living? Why don't you die?!"

Lu Miaomiao's expression became visibly weak, and she argued in a humiliating whisper: "It's obviously you Stole my work..."

"Steal?! How dare you say that?" Zhong Mengfu shouted: "Who do you think you are? Who am I, Zhong Mengfu? I believe I have never treated you unfairly and taught you with all my heart! But I taught you a white-eyed wolf!"

Le Jing snatched the phone from Lu Miaomiao directly, and his calm voice suppressed deep anger: "Hello. I am Lu Miaomiao's agent. I want to tell you that Miaomiao has resigned. If you harass and insult him again, I am afraid I can only use legal means to solve the problem. "Ignoring the woman's curses on the other end of the phone, Le Jing hung up the phone neatly.

He was very strange before. Anyone with the most basic literary literacy can see the amazing ideological value in the two novels "1984" and "Animal Farm", but why Lu Miaomiao has been unknown and poor, and as a genius, he actually has a negative attitude towards her works.

Now everything is clear, the culprit is Zhong Mengfu.

He looked up at Lu Miaomiao, who was in a state of panic. Zhong Mengfu had completely become her inner demon. If she could not defeat her, Lu Miaomiao would live in her shadow for the rest of her life and would never be able to be confident.

"You don't have to be afraid of her. To me, it's she who has always been afraid of you."

Such a statement made Lu Miaomiao feel refreshed: "...what?"

"You think Zhong Mengfu showed your work to others, but she didn't." Le Jing's smile was inexplicably shadowed: "She is afraid of your talent, so she desperately abuses and insults you with words, hoping to destroy you."

"She is a rat in the gutter, because she is jealous of the brightness of the sun, she deliberately slanders the sun." Le Jing sneered contemptuously: "But the sun is the sun after all, and it will not lose its brilliance because of the slander of the rat."

Lu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment. She was not a stupid person. On the contrary, she was quick-witted and talented. It's just that she has been trapped by the shadow of the past and has become inferior and suspicious. Now Le Jing's words have completely awakened her. Only then did she slowly recall many doubts from the past.

For example, Zhong Mengfu's abnormal mania and hysteria every time he read her works, and the resentment and pleasure in Zhong Mengfu's eyes every time he attacked and insulted her...

If her works were really that bad, why did the seniors of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles identify with and love her works so much?

Lu Miaomiao's chest rose and fell violently, "She is a bastard! Bastard!" Her good upbringing could only make her keep saying the abusive word "bastard". She stood up suddenly, "I'm going to find her!"

"Forget it." Sang Qing, who had been lying quietly on the sofa, sat up, with cold sadness and blatant irony in her eyes: "Even if you find her, you can't do anything." She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes slowly turned to emptiness: "Noble is the epitaph of the noble, and mean is the pass of the mean."

Lu Miaomiao was silent for a while, and muttered a little unwillingly: "At least I scold her."

"You? Scold?" Sang Qing sneered: "Just based on your few words of bastard?"

What surprised Le Jing was that Lu Miaomiao did not quarrel with Sang Qing this time. Instead, she sat down angrily and muttered unwillingly: "I guess what you said makes sense."

Le Jing quickly comforted her: "You don't have to deal with her personally. Your success is the greatest revenge on her."

To him, Lu Miaomiao is precious porcelain, and Zhongmeng Fu is dirty mud and stone. For mud and rocks, just kick them away. It's really not necessary to use porcelain. After all, even if the porcelain is cracked by a stone, it would be an unbearable loss to Le Jing.

... It is enough for him to deal with the villain. Lu Miaomiao only needs to write with peace of mind and does not have to dirty her hands with the pen for such a villain.

Lu Miaomiao pursed her lips and asked unconfidently: "Can I do it?"

"Of course." Le Jing replied in the affirmative: "I believe this just like I believe the truth."

Seeing that Lu Miaomiao's mood had calmed down, Le Jing glanced at Sang Qing, who was sitting on the sofa suddenly thoughtful, and asked with a smile: "When did the relationship between you two become so good? Didn't you just meet each other before? Just tit for tat?”

Lu Miaomiao touched her nose in embarrassment when she heard this, and said awkwardly: "I suddenly discovered that she is quite talented."

There was a flash of surprise in Le Jing's eyes that Lu Miaomiao could make such a comment. It seemed that Sang Qing did have some real ability.

Lu Miaomiao stared at Sang Qing's thin face that was lost in thought, and once again recalled the shock that "Metamorphosis" gave her.

"Metamorphosis" is a dream novel.

The moment she saw the title on her phone, she fell asleep.

Her soul seemed to be divided into two parts. Sometimes she watches the story from the perspective of a bystander, and sometimes she is the protagonist - the salesman Gregor who turns into a beetle.

Geniuses are all alike.

Because they are equally lonely, equally ahead of their time, equally sensitive, sober and painful.

If her "1984" and "Animal Farm" are about power and dominance. If it is a criticism and irony of the system, then "Metamorphosis" talks about how people are changed and alienated by society.

Through "Metamorphosis Plan", Lu Miaomiao seemed to understand Sang Qing a little bit.

Whitman, the poet Lu Miaomiao likes very much, once said: "You have to understand that there is no characteristic in what you write that you don't have. If you are vicious or vulgar, you can't hide it. If you like There is a servant waiting behind your chair when you eat, and this will also be reflected in your works... As long as there is a little something wrong with your soul, it will not be hidden from what you write, no matter what tricks, methods, or methods you use ”

No matter how calm and objective they are, no matter how outside they are, when a person starts writing, their works will more or less reflect their character and circumstances.

"Beetle" is the projection of Sang Qing's certain personality. The contradiction between "humanity" and "inhumanity" in her, the struggle between "individuality" and "publicity" are all twisting and screaming between the lines.

Lu Miaomiao sympathized with her and admired her. She also understood why Xin Yuen and Sang Qing, who seemed to be completely opposite to each other, became friends.

They also love their careers with their lives.

So from then on, Lu Miaomiao became more tolerant of Sang Qing. This is a tribute to her talent.

"Your "Metamorphosis" is really great." She couldn't help but ask Sang Qing: "Are you really not considering publishing it?"

Sang Qing did not refuse this time, but said thoughtfully: "Let me think about it."

The three words "Metamorphosis Plan" deeply touched Le Jing.

When he mentioned "Metamorphosis", he could only think of one person - the Austrian genius writer Franz Kafka!

Le Jing looked at Sang Qing in shock, his heart pounding. After the female version of George Orwell, has there been a female version of Kafka?

He couldn't wait to ask: "What is the story of "Metamorphosis"?"

Lu Miaomiao briefly told Le Jing this. Le Jing had a mechanical smile on his face, but his heart was already in turmoil.

Is this God kidding?

Masters such as Van Gogh, George Orwell, and Kafka who lived in different eras and countries unexpectedly met in this time and space with different faces!

If this is a coincidence, then the probability of this coincidence is too high!

Therefore, it is natural for Lejing to have the following bold idea - Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Leo Tolstoy, Goethe, Lu Xun...the great masters in human history who are as numerous as the sea of ​​​​stars, will they Will he also live in this era with another identity?

Geniuses always come together.

George Orwell (1903-1950), Hemingway (1899-1961), Somerset Maugham (1874-1965), Fitzgerald (18S Eliot (1888-1965), Kafka (1883-1924) ) Dazai Osamu (1909-1948), Lu Xun (1881-1936)...

They are almost all from the same era.

Le Jing covered his heart. Just thinking about this possibility made him so excited that he couldn't breathe.

Then this era will be a well-deserved golden age!

How lucky he would be to live in the same era as these great masters.

If he can really find some of them - just like he found Lu Miaomiao, Xin Yuen and Sang Qing - he will definitely hold a grand art salon in the bookstore!