Backtracking to the Age of Literature and Art

Chapter 509 If Everything Is True (Second)
There is no direct flight from China to Saint-Malo. Yu Dong and they need to arrive in Paris by plane first, and then transfer from Paris to Saint-Malo.

After Yu Dong and the others got off the plane in Paris, people from the French office of Deep Space Corporation came to pick them up. The person who came to pick them up was also an old acquaintance of Yu Dong and the others, the person in charge of the Deep Space French office, Rist.

Rist brought a few people to help Yu Dong and the others carry the salute, and then introduced them to a tall bald man next to him, "Everyone, this is the police officer specially sent by the Paris police to protect you guys, Wells."

"Protect us?"

Facing Dong Dong's doubts, Wells said with a smile: "Mr. YU, you are all important guests in Paris. In order to show our importance and respect for you, the bureau specially sent me to accompany you to prevent any accidents. .”

Yu Dong nodded, he probably understood, probably because the Paris police still remembered what happened last summer, that's why the Paris police had such a reaction when they came over this time.

Probably the Paris police are not very confident about the law and order in their jurisdiction.

Yu Dong said with a smile, "Then I'll trouble you, Wells."

In fact, Yu Dong and his entourage are quite a lot. Rist has arranged for an interpreter and a few burly bodyguards. They can handle ordinary situations.

Besides, even if there were no security guards, there were a lot of them this time, and Wang Xiaobo, a "beast" with a height of 1.9 meters, probably wouldn't dare to provoke them.

Speaking of Wang Xiaobo, he traveled with Wang Shuo and arrived in Paris two days ago.

These two people are now "leisurers" and relatively free, so they came two days early on purpose, thinking about having a good time in Paris.

When Yu Dong and the others arrived at the hotel, the two were still outside. After hearing from Ruist that the two came to Paris, they had no place to play.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the two wandered back to the hotel.

But at this time, Yu Dong and the others were already sleeping in bed, and they needed to get over the jet lag as soon as possible.

Rest in a hotel in Paris tonight. Tomorrow morning they will go to the publishing house to visit He Biyun. In the afternoon, they will take another four hours by car to St. Malo. The literary festival will start the day after tomorrow.

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After two days of jet lag, Yu Dong, who often goes abroad, has already been reversed, but his senior brother is still not good enough. When the literary festival started, Su Tong was still groggy.

This is the first time for Yudong to visit the St. Malo International Literary Festival. The city's scenery is not bad, but other than that, the festival has no other merits.

The number of readers who participated was not as many as Yu Dong imagined, and the venue was relatively simple. The event was in the wild, and tents were temporarily set up one by one for signing.

The most important thing is that Yu Dong and the others don’t know much about some of the writers who came. Local heavyweight writers like Modiano and the others were not present. Originally, Clezio said he was coming, but because Some personal matters were delayed.

The most famous ones at the scene were their Chinese writers, especially Yu Dong and Yu Hua, whose novels sold very well in France.

However, the situation between Yu Dong and Yu Hua is somewhat different. Yu Dong's novels sell very well in most parts of the world. Relatively speaking, the sales in France are not as prominent as in other countries.Yu Hua is different. The sales volume of his novels, especially "To Live" in France far exceeds that in other European countries.

It can be said that the French readers love Yu Hua the most in Europe.

The organizer of the literary festival is also very realistic, because the sales volume of the two works is high, so the names and works of the two of them are also printed very conspicuously on the poster.

When Yu Dong and the others arrived at their tent, many readers were already surrounded there.

Yu Hua curled her lips and said, "This is different from the literary festival I imagined. It's just an ordinary signing event. I also want to communicate with outstanding writers from all over the world."

Wang Shuo smiled and said: "You two hurry up and work, the rest of us are more relaxed. After you finish the work, we are wandering around. When I came here just now, I found that the scenery here is really good. .”

Bi Feiyu also nodded. His and Mo Yan's novels also have some market in France, but they are not comparable to Yu Dong and Yu Hua's. There should not be many readers who come to them to sign books today.

As for Wang Xiaobo and Wang Shuo, the situation should be worse than that of Bi Feiyu and Mo Yan.

Yu Dong sighed, pulled a chair and sat down behind the table, ready to sign for the readers.He felt that it was a wrong decision to come to St. Malo this time. This kind of simple literary festival is not as lively as the book signing in any bookstore in France.

Fortunately, Zhang Yimou called repeatedly to ask him to go to the scene of "Not One Less", but he refused because of the literary festival.

And it can be seen that the main purpose of many people to participate in the literature festival is not for literature, but more for camping in the wild at night, everyone having fun and making friends.

Because there were not many readers queuing up, Yu Dong just signed in casually, not pursuing speed, and occasionally chatting with readers.

Of course, as for how many words can be chatted, it depends on how much English or Chinese the reader can speak.

I have to say that the English of the French is really bad, and you can hear it. Some people really want to have a good chat with Yu Dong, but they can't come up with a few words after hesitating for a long time, and this is one of the few It is often difficult to understand a few words.

However, a few readers spoke a few words in Chinese to Yu Dong in a serious manner, and they were all simple sentences, such as "I like your book very much", "Welcome to France" and so on.

Of course, sometimes I will meet some friends from China, and Yu Dong will chat with them a few more times.

About an hour after the signing, Yu Dong was about to stand up and move his body, a man in his thirties came up with a copy of "Golden Dreamland", and said in broken Chinese: "Mr. I like you and thank you for coming to St. Malo to participate in the Literature Festival. The city of St. Malo has become more beautiful because of your presence."

The man's Mandarin pronunciation is not standard, but there are no mistakes, the sentences are very fluent, and the words are very reasonable. This is the first non-Chinese reader who can speak Chinese so well that Yu Dong met today.

Yu Dong took the "Golden Dreamland" from the man's hand, and asked curiously in Chinese, "Have you studied Chinese?"

But unfortunately, the other party answered him in English: "Sorry, Mr. Yu, I didn't understand what you said."

Yu Dong smiled and replied in English: "It seems that you only know one sentence in Chinese."

The man touched his head in embarrassment, probably because of frequent touching, his hairline was very far back, his forehead was upturned, and it was particularly shiny.

"I spent time learning this Chinese sentence last night."

"Why do you want to learn this Chinese sentence?"

"I want to draw your attention, maybe I can get a special visa because of this." The man said truthfully.

Yu Dong smiled, "Congratulations, your wish has come true, what's your name?"

The man said excitedly, "If I spell it in English, my name is Marc Levy, mar..."

Hearing the name, Yu Dong felt a little familiar. He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Is that Mark Levi?"

Mark Levi smiled, "Your pronunciation is a bit wrong, but it's about the same."

Yu Dong stared at Mark Levi's face earnestly, wondering if the Mark Levi in ​​front of him was the well-known writer Mark Levy.

He didn't have a deep impression of the appearance of the writer Mark Levi, but judging by his age, the person in front of him was probably the same Mark Levi.

"Do you usually write?"

Mark Levi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that YU would ask this question suddenly, he hesitated for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "I don't know how you can tell, I am indeed writing a novel recently, and it is almost finished gone."

"What's the name of the novel?"

Mark Levy shook his head, "I haven't named it yet."

Although Mark Levy said that his novel has not been named yet, Yu Dong has basically confirmed that the person in front of him is Mark Levy, the author of "If This Is True" and "The Man Who Stole the Shadow".

Otherwise, how can there be such a coincidence in the world, the two people have the same name and surname, both are French, they are about the same age, and they both write.In a country with a population of only 6000 million, the probability of such a thing happening is simply too small.

Yu Dong suddenly felt that it was not useless to participate in the St. Malo Literature Festival this time, at least he met Mark Levy.

Considering that he is still signing books for readers, Yu Dong quickly signed his name without telling Mark Li Weiduo, and then said: "Maybe, after I'm done, we can talk about your that book."

"Of course." Mark Levy was both surprised and excited.

Although he is considered a successful person and earns a lot of money a year, but influenced by his family, he has always had a dream of writing.

At the age of 36, he had almost forgotten his dream of writing, but because his son wrote a novel, he wrote this novel without thinking of publishing it, and only wanted his son to read it in the future.

But now YU actually said that he wanted to talk to him about the novel, which made him feel like he was in a dream.

After receiving "Golden Dreamland", Mark Levi didn't go far, and stood by the edge of the tent, waiting for Yu Dong to sign.

He looked at the grass in the distance for a while, and then looked back at the YU signing for the readers. If all this is a dream, he hopes that this dream can last a little longer, but he hopes that all this is true.

(End of this chapter)