The Utopia of the Wastewood Prince

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The weather in the south is much gentler than that in the north.

This trip was arranged by Biluohuangquan. At first, Zhang Chunqiang went to Biluohuangquan for a tentative chat.Zhang Chunqiang is not good at explaining to others, especially when the other party is full of frustration, she doesn't like it.During the several days of embarrassment and silence between the two, Biluo Huangquan suddenly asked Zhang Chunqiang if he had time to travel with her.

Zhang Chunqiang answered decisively, no.

Bi Luo Huang Quan is a bit lost, she just wants to find a place to relax, staying at home in Beijing every day will make her fall into an infinite cycle of nightmares, making her very haggard and her mental state is not good.People who are good at writing usually have a sensitive heart, especially like Bi Luo Huang Quan, the middle of the night is simply a period of high incidence of neurosis.

Miserable.

The time Zhang Chunqiang asked her to chat was the first time Biluo Huangquan had spoken to outsiders during this period.It's not that no one is looking for her, but those who are looking for her can overwhelm her with all kinds of communication tools, but she chooses to ignore them. Even when the editor comes to her house, she will reply indifferently, "I don't want to write anymore" and let it go .Only Zhang Chunqiang gave her the idea to take the initiative to say something.

She said to Zhang Chunqiang, if this continues, I will probably die.She is not joking, people can think of anything when they are depressed, and they can do anything.

After Zhang Chunqiang thought about it, he agreed to Bi Luo Huang Quan's request.Anyway, it's not some deep mountains and old forests, Biluo Huangquan said that he wanted to go to Hangzhou for a few days, but Zhang Chunqiang had never been there, so this trip came to an end.

This season is the most beautiful season in the south of the Yangtze River. Countless literati and poets have left behind them classics that have been sung through the ages. At the same time, this is also the most suitable season to go out and relax.

"The quilts in the south are really trendy." Zhang Chunqiang reached into the hotel quilts and touched them, not without emotion.

Bi Luo Huang Quan said: "Are you tired from getting up early, do you want to rest for a while before going out?"

"When will you rest?" They were on the plane early in the morning, and the two girls had very simple makeup. They slept all the way from the plane, and they were still a little confused when they arrived at the hotel.Zhang Chunqiang lay on the bed and closed his eyes, asked himself and answered, "Let's rest until noon and eat."

"Okay." Bi Luo Huang Quan nodded.

"Did you tell the people around you that you went out?" Zhang Chunqiang asked.

"No." Bi Luo Huang Quan whispered, "I don't want to be known."

Zhang Chunqiang then asked: "I'm afraid that people will know that I ran out to play, so I don't understand?"

"No." Biluo Huangquan replied, "I simply don't want people to know about my private life. Where I go and what I do seems to have little to do with others."

"Hey." Zhang Chunqiang sighed, "The editor is so sad to hear that."

"I might..." Bi Luo Huang Quan lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, "Maybe I won't write anything in the future."

Zhang Chunqiang didn't answer this sentence, and the room fell into silence.Bi Luo Huang Quan also lay down on her bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. This was something she did most often at home in Beijing recently, but at this moment she felt quite peaceful in her heart.

Reminiscing about Jiangnan, especially Hangzhou.

Anyone who comes to Hangzhou for the first time must go to West Lake to appreciate the poetic and picturesque scenery.It is a cliché to talk about Su Causeway Spring Dawn and Nanping Evening Bell. It is already good to see the water surface of the West Lake in the peak season of tourism.Zhang Chunqiang and Bi Luo Huang Quan's trip was very lucky. It was not a holiday, and there were not so many people. After resting enough on the first day, they came out the next day, and it was already drizzling.The rain in the south is not as unkind as it is in the north. The thin spring rain hits the body unconsciously, like a moist fog blowing head-on.But with this kind of rain, the West Lake and the sky become one. When you look out, the distant mountains are stacked and stacked, which is really like a picture scroll.

"It seems that what people say is true." Zhang Chunqiang sat on a chair, surrounded by a tree shade to cover some of the rain, feeling very comfortable, "Splash-ink landscape painting probably means this."

Biluo Huangquan said with a smile: "After all, I couldn't get rid of Hangzhou, half of it was this lake." Instead of echoing Zhang Chunqiang's comment on the scenery of West Lake, she recited a poem by Bai Juyi.Zhang Chunqiang looked at her, shook his head and said, "I'm illiterate. The peak of my literacy level is during the college entrance examination. I can't match you for writing two lines of poetic poetry."

"I just thought of it." Biluo Huangquan explained, "Well... I also think this place is beautiful."

"Have you ever been here?"

"No."

"Then..." Zhang Chunqiang asked, "Then when you write, how do you deal with the customs and customs in the south of the Yangtze River? It's quite the same."

"Of course I need to check the information." Biluo Huangquan said, "I don't have much time to go out, and I don't have much chance to go out. The places I've been to are really limited." She pinched her fingers and calculated, "I haven't seen it in about five years." You've been away too far."

"why?"

"Because I want to write novels, and I have to study." Zhang Chunqiang said, "There are many things I don't know. To write ancient style essays, I need to consult ancient books and materials. To write workplace essays, I need to learn the basic content of this profession... All of this takes a lot of energy. Every time a reader reads an update, they may simply swipe on their mobile phone while going to the bathroom, but when the author writes, he must take it seriously."

Zhang Chunqiang listened to her talk, and suddenly asked: "You have paid so much, is it worth it to seal the pen?"

Bi Luo Huang Quan stopped talking.

Too many people have asked her this question, is it worth it, but it's not a pity, I don't regret it.People only care about whether this result is directly proportional to her hard work over the years, but no one cares about what she thinks in her heart.

"Do you also think it's a pity to give up?" Biluo Huangquan asked bleakly, "Give up the accumulation of so many years, give up fame and wealth, and give up the throne at the top of the pyramid. Are these too pity?"

"No." Zhang Chunqiang said, "I just think it's a pity to give up a hobby."

This was an answer Bi Luo Huang Quan had never thought of, so she looked at Zhang Chunqiang's expression in a daze.

Zhang Chunqiang didn't intend to expand, but turned his eyes back to the lake, and said with a sigh: "I suddenly understand Bai Juyi very well. I wrote so many moving poems to praise the West Lake because I really like it. Say it all." The Kunming Lake in the Summer Palace is as beautiful as the West Lake, but I think it’s almost meaningless. The mountains in the north are not as beautiful as the south, and the water is not as layered as the south. Compared with this, he looks like a straight man of steel.”

Bi Luo Huang Quan covered his face and said with a smile: "Then West Lake is really a beautiful flower in the mountains."

"Basically, I'm still a heartthrob." Zhang Chunqiang joked, "If possible, I really want to live here for the rest of my life. Under this scenery, I can probably live a happy life."

"But I think whether you are happy or not depends on who you are with." Biluo Huangquan said, "People don't stay for the city."

Zhang Chunqiang shrugged.

Whether you are happy does not depend on which city you stay in, or who you are with, but only on whether you follow your heart.

They stayed in Hangzhou for a short week, and the itinerary was very unpacked. They only went to one place a day, and when they arrived, they just walked around aimlessly.

When she arrived at Xiling Yinshe, Biluo Huangquan carved a seal for herself, Zhang Chunqiang asked her if she was going to quit the arena from now on, and what kind of seal should she engrave, wasting time.Bi Luo Huang Quan didn't answer, but took advantage of Zhang Chunqiang's inattention with the engraved seal, and suddenly pressed it on her face.

"Bi Luo Huang Quan" four large vermilion characters appeared on Zhang Chunqiang's face, she didn't react at the moment, but when she did, she wiped her face with her hands in anger and confusion.Bi Luo Huang Quan had never seen her so cute and reckless, and said with a smile: "Don't move, don't move, you will get more and more ugly, I will make it for you." He took out a wet tissue and wiped Zhang Chunqiang's face.

"How old are you?" Zhang Chunqiang sat down and said very dissatisfied, "You still play this kind of child's tricks."

"Three years old." Biluo Huangquan muttered, as if deliberately contradicting Zhang Chunqiang, but with a playful tone and a smile on his face, so he was not annoying.She carefully wiped off the red marks on Zhang Chunqiang's face, then fixed her makeup with powder, and then held Zhang Chunqiang's face to look at it, and said, "Okay, it's clean, don't be angry It's just a joke."

Zhang Chunqiang didn't believe it, so he took a look in the mirror and made sure that there were no traces before he felt relieved.

The day before they left Hangzhou, they went to Lingyin Temple. Zhang Chunqiang didn't like that kind of smoky place, which was strongly requested by Biluohuangquan.

It was the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, and pilgrims from all over the world came early in the morning. They went early, and there were already many people at the door.Zhang Chunqiang is a person who does not believe in gods and Buddhas. She is not interested in temples or churches. She never burns incense and worships Buddha when she goes with people.

"Are you really here to burn incense?" Zhang Chunqiang looked at Biluo Huangquan and bought a handful of incense, "Isn't it okay to burn incense in Lama Temple? You came so far to do this?"

Bi Luo Huang Quan said: "It's all here."

"..." Zhang Chunqiang was helpless, "Then what if your wish comes true? You still come here to fulfill your wish?"

Bi Luo Huang Quan said: "It's not impossible."

She took a stick of incense and lit it, stood in the center and bowed. After three times, she put the incense in her hand into the incense burner, and went to the main hall to bow.Zhang Chunqiang looked at her boredly, not knowing where her pious appearance came from.When she came out, Zhang Chunqiang asked her what wish she had made, and Bi Luo Huang Quan said where did she ask such a question, so of course she couldn't say it.Zhang Chunqiang stopped asking.

The plane was still the next morning. In the evening, the two of them walked along the shore of the West Lake in the dark after having dinner. Zhang Chunqiang was tired from walking, so he found a secluded place to sit down, and Bi Luo Huang Quan also sat down.In the distance, the water is calm and the waves are calm, the lakes and mountains are beautiful, neither ghosts nor immortals.

This time it was Bi Luo Huang Quan who spoke first.

"I'm going back tomorrow." She said, "I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, I don't want to go back to work." Zhang Chunqiang said, "But you should have nothing to do, and you don't need to work, so it doesn't matter where you are. If you don't write novels, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I don't know, I didn't think about it." Biluo Huangquan said, "I studied Chinese in college, and I don't have any other skills. After graduation, I did ordinary clerical work for a year or two, and then I have been writing novels. So Come to think of it, I'm such a good-for-nothing, I have nothing but writing skills."

"But since you have decided to give up, you have to face reality."

"That's right, what do you think of me taking the civil service exam?"

"I don't think so." Zhang Chunqiang said, "You still want to join the ranks of the people? What do you think?"

Biluo Huangquan lowered his head and smiled, and after a long silence, he suddenly said: "I just feel too tired. I have been writing for ten years, and I have never let up a day. Sometimes I have been obsessed with fame and fortune, but in the end I found that it was just like that. I always I really liked writing at the beginning, and then I began to rationally plan the content I wanted to write for the sake of profit and popularity. It has to cater to the market, readers, and copyright owners. Look at what I write now, it is very neat and beautiful , but between the lines, I can only feel indifference. No matter how good the response among readers is, I no longer feel happy. This incident only aggravated my unhappiness and made me feel breathless. Don’t be angry. I’m just a writer, just read my novels. Why should I care about my private life and what kind of person I am? For a long time, I have to think about it for a long time every Weibo I post. I wonder if it’s appropriate to speak like this, and will screenshots be used as evidence in the future. I tried my best to create a low-key image, but I’m really tired. I’m not a star in the entertainment circle, and I don’t rely on this to make a living. What are you trying to figure out? ?”

"But this is an inevitable experience under the process of marketization." Zhang Chunqiang said, "Before any market undergoes regulation, there will be such a period of chaotic years. Don't say you write, expand to the entire Two-dimensional The market is actually being ruthlessly attacked by capital, squeezing even the last bit of residual value."

Bi Luo Huang Quan asked: "But is this really good?"

"What's wrong? Authors more than ten years ago would give up because they couldn't support themselves by writing articles, and choose to return to life. Now authors have subscription income and copyright income, and they live a good life. Do you think it is good or bad? ?” Zhang Chunqiang didn’t answer her directly, “It’s only because of love that you get tired, you feel let down, and you feel that the world has changed. Because in this process, people are looking for spiritual comfort. But when it becomes a job, a career There is nothing you can’t hold on to. I don’t deny that there is still the power of dreams, but before dreaming, one must have enough to eat. You guys have enjoyed the money and fame in the market. And you refuse to bear the negative impact caused by this process, why do you have to take advantage of all the good things?"

"I didn't..." Bi Luo Huang Quan said, "That's not what I meant."

"So I said, you think you are persistent, but I think you are being hypocritical." Zhang Chunqi turned his head and looked at Bi Luo Huang Quan, "Although you say that you are so unbearable, deep down in your heart, you still like writing things very much. Right? It's not that you can't let go of fame and wealth, what you really can't let go of is your favorite thing."

Biluo Huangquan said: "When I first started writing, I just wanted to get your approval. I wanted to follow in your footsteps..."

"Don't talk about me!" Zhang Chunqiang raised his voice a little, "Can't you admit that you like writing? So many people like your works, do you want to find a reason for yourself to be reserved? You are not recording Artistic life, why are you pretending so much! Would you like to talk about the influence and guidance of the person you admire on your creative path? Don’t you write every word for that person? Are you not for Express yourself? Isn’t it to realize your own ideals?”

Bi Luo Huang Quan was silent.

"Are you writing for me?" Zhang Chunqiang said loudly, "You have worked hard, you have succeeded, you have achieved what others have not done, and you are too proud. What do you have to complain about? They say you Just let them talk, are you writing for them? Why do you do it, don’t you have an answer in your heart?”

"I..." Bi Luo Huang Quan lowered her head, her voice was very small, and she was sobbing, "I really like... writing!" After she finished speaking, she burst into tears.

Zhang Chunqiang looked at Biluo Huangquan and cried, and muttered silently, "Me too."

A "like" in youth always comes inexplicably, but it can give the most precious time and experience in life for it.This is the case in Meng Que, and the case in Biluo Huangquan.It’s just that Meng Que is not so persistent, she will eventually choose to give up her hobbies for the sake of her studies and reality—maybe she doesn’t need such an emotional word “give up”, but she just doesn’t write anymore and fades out silently, in this circle There are some amazing fragments that only the old people will remember.

As for Bi Luo Huang Quan, is it because of Meng Que's departure that he has an obsession, or has he gradually established his own pursuit and goal in this obsession?Maybe it wasn't until this moment that she really wanted to understand this matter.

Everything comes from love. She loves her life and career, loves to be with words day and night, loves the unrestrained and lingering romance between the lines... It was not until the last moment when she was about to give up that she suddenly realized that she had really loved.

Not for others, but for yourself.

Biluo Huangquan cried more and more, as if he wanted to vent all the depression during this period, Zhang Chunqiang sat aside and sighed softly, pressing his palm on the top of Biluo Huangquan's head.

"It's really troublesome to fall into the pit, Maoyu." Zhang Chunqiang said, "Hurry up and fill the pit."