Winter in Wuhan moves slowly, like an old man who lingers in bed.
It lingers, reluctant to let in the spring.
Since the start of winter break,
Lin Que lived like an old cadre who had retired early.
I sleep until I naturally wake up every day and help Comrade Wang Xiulian prepare vegetables.
Listening to Comrade Lin Jianguo boast about old stories from the past in the unit,
Of course, I also occasionally go to the studio to update a couple of chapters of "Soul Ferry".
Life was so ordinary that it was almost luxurious.
When his phone vibrated, Lin Que was nestled in a beanbag chair on the balcony.
A general history of this world lay open on his lap.
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The photo shows a street in Vienna, with grey pigeons perched on the shoulders of a statue covered in verdigris.
Another photo is taken backstage at a magnificent concert hall.
Ye Xi, wearing that suffocating dress, gave the camera a peace sign with a look of utter despair.
[Beethoven on the run]: I'm going crazy.
My dad took me to meet musicians from most of Europe. Every day I was either listening to concerts or on my way to one.
Now, whenever I see a violin, I want to break it and burn it as firewood.
[Beethoven on the run]: Lin Que, do you want to come to Nanjing for a few days? I found a new little restaurant, the food is absolutely amazing!
Lin Que looked at the screen.
With his finger hovering over the word "OK", he finally pressed the delete key.
Going to Nanjing is easy, but what he needs now is peace of mind.
[Mushu]: No, my winter break homework is still brand new. I can already vaguely sense the teacher's murderous aura.
[Beethoven on the run]: Pshaw... an excuse [kitchen knife]
[Beethoven on the run]: Uh... well, it's probably for the best. I'll probably be exiled for another three to five days.
When I get back, I definitely want to go to Jiangcheng and make up for the barbecue I missed.
Oh, by the way, I sent you something as a New Year's gift. Remember to check it.
Lin Que replied with a "Thank you, boss" emoji and exited the chat.
His refusal to go to Nanjing was not entirely an excuse.
The conclusion of "The Ferryman" this time
Although it caused a stir among readers, it also gave Lin Que an unprecedented sense of crisis.
That sense of crisis stems from self-awareness.
He used to think of himself as a porter.
It's just transplanting the civilization from that world.
Then exchange it for some money and some reputation, so that life can be more comfortable.
However, with the emergence of the older generation of literati,
As Ye Xi cried her eyes out because of an ending,
After "The Wounded Ones" and "The Ferryman" healed countless readers...
He found that the burden on his shoulders had become heavier.
That is the weight of an entire civilization.
He discovered that although he could replicate the skeleton of those stories, and even imitate seven-tenths of their essence,
But some souls are hidden deep behind the words.
That profound sense of depth that comes from the author's decades of cultural accumulation,
It is something that his current writing skills are completely unable to handle.
So if you want to bring the civilization of that world over intact...
It cannot simply be "copy and paste".
If that were the case.
Sooner or later, he will be crushed by this enormous treasure.
Lin Que opened the "General History".
My fingertips lingered on the page about the "Jingkang Incident".
In this world, this catastrophe did not occur, and Yue Fei did not die at Fengbo Pavilion.
Instead, the Northern Expedition succeeded, and the Song Dynasty lasted for four hundred years.
Gone is the bitter indignation of "treating Hangzhou as if it were Bianzhou."
Later poems and lyrics lacked that desolate, tragic, and heroic spirit.
It has a more luxurious, powdery feel.
Lin Que closed the book and rubbed his temples.
No wonder the "ferryman" story of facing death and living on has caused such a stir in the world.
The cultural environment here is too comfortable, so comfortable that it makes people forget the pain.
If we want to plant the blood-and-tears stories of that world here...
He not only had to be a porter, but also a "translator".
"Since we have become the torchbearers, we cannot let the flame go out halfway."
He looked out at the gray sky and muttered to himself.
Wang Xiulian expressed her delight at this.
I feel that my son has finally matured and understands the importance of the second semester of his junior year.
Only Lin Que himself knew.
He's taking extra lessons, a major course on "foundation".
The so-called "New Year's gift" arrived three days before the start of the school term.
It was a heavy wooden crate covered with various customs fragile item labels.
Lin Que unwrapped the layers of packaging.
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