After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 337 Platform Nine and Three Quarters and Inspiration

"The fog in the sky is careless, the river is as quiet as an oil painting, and the peaceful dove's lazy pace is pressing the rhyme, and the heart is secretly cleared!"

"I want to send you the love that never sets, hold your heart tightly and travel the world"

Inside a hotel room decorated in an antique style with modern luxuries.

Chen Tianhong, who was wearing men's loose satin pajamas, hummed songs from his previous life, and leisurely opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows to enjoy the morning of this city embodying the splendor and civilization of England's empire.

Compared with the previous life, England in this world has a slightly different historical process, but it has also planted the national flag all over the world. Even now, it is still using British collocations to erode the clothing industries of various countries.

So Chen Tianhong hummed a song "The Sun Never Sets", which is quite appropriate.

For some reason, white fog has formed in London today, turning the whole city into a city of fog. It looks like a scroll of ancient Western civilization, reflecting the vicissitudes of the ancient empire.

Maybe it's not the white fog, but the water vapor of the Thames River that stretches for more than 300 kilometers. If you think about it this way, it adds a little more romantic atmosphere.

Chen Tianhong arrived in London last night, because he rested on the plane for an afternoon, and he didn't feel tired when he landed. After finding a hotel and settling down, and eating an authentic Wellington steak, he and a few younger writers , take a walk on the street to enjoy the exotic style.

To be honest, the city of London is more like a larger European-style township than the domestic capital, and Chen Tianhong almost said, "It's too stupid."

It is difficult to see particularly modern high-rise buildings in buildings. In terms of transportation, buses are still red double-decker cars before, and taxis are old black square cars.

But walking around, Chen Tianhong suddenly felt that this is also a special city feature. Although it does not have so many high-rise buildings and feasting, it is just like the famous saying of the famous British poet in the previous life.

"If you are tired of London, you are tired of life, because London has everything that life can give you!"

The beauty of London is contained in the details, and sometimes ancient buildings may be more prosperous. All in all, this is a bustling and romantic city.

"Crack, click!"

Chen Tianhong took out his mobile phone to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, took a few beautiful city photos, and sent them to Liu Yifei in China, and wrote a message, urging Yifei to come to London to find him, so that he can take a romantic trip at that time.

It's a pity that I didn't get a reply. It's already late at night in China, and Liu Yifei had already fallen asleep, but he waited for the knock on the door.

After opening the door, it was Ye Feng who called him down to have breakfast, and told him that the ticket to Edinburgh had already been bought, and he would confirm to Chen Tianhong again and again that he would not change his mind.

To this, Chen Tianhong gave an affirmative answer, and then closed the door to wash and change out of the clothes.

As for why Ye Feng would ask this question, the reason is that today the group of them will divide into two groups.

A dozen of Cao Xingkui’s sci-fi writers went to meet friends at the Science Fiction Association in London, while several detective writers including him and Jin Zhongrui went to Edinburgh’s memorial hall of master detective Ellen Bleich.

This is a plan that was made last night. Both groups thought that Chen Tianhong would follow him to the Science Fiction Association, but Chen Tianhong said he was going to Edinburgh. This answer surprised both parties, but Chen Tianhong now has a lot of autonomy. Even the teacher Cao Xingkui must respect his choice.

When Chen Tianhong changed his clothes and went downstairs to the restaurant, he found that Cao Xingkui and Jin Zhongrui were sitting on both sides, with an empty table in the middle. They were still fighting with their eyes while eating.

In fact, they had no "grievances" and were still friends, but when Chen Tianhong showed a strong interest in detective novels on the plane yesterday, coupled with the choice of today's itinerary, the atmosphere began to be delicate.

From Cao Xingkui's point of view, Chen Tianhong is his student, and his work "Three-Body Problem" won the Kimpler Award. No matter how you count, he is a member of their science fiction circle.

But Jin Zhongrui believes that Chen Tianhong is first of all a writer, his hobbies are extensive, he does not belong to any circle, he belongs to himself, and belongs to the entire Writers Association.

Of course, conflicts are also small conflicts, nothing more than the elders on both sides like Chen Tianhong, and it's nothing more than a childish temper.

"Tianhong! Come, eat here, teacher, I will help you order your favorite British sausage, fried eggs, and milk."

"Tianhong, I have a seat here. I'll help you order early. There are many kinds, and you can pick and choose. I will tell you about the Master Ellen Award during the meal."

When Cao Xingkui and Jin Zhongrui saw Chen Tianhong, they both cheerfully waved to him.

After the two finished speaking, they stared at each other "seriously", their eyes interlaced in the air, perhaps sparks flew out in a certain dimension.

Chen Tianhong looked in both directions, and walked in the direction of his teacher without hesitation.

First, he really likes to eat what the teacher said, and second, he will "abandon" the teacher and go to Edinburgh later, and use the time of breakfast to accompany him to comfort him.

Chen Tianhong's choice made Cao Xingkui feel elated instantly, and several old men flaunted their might and snorted proudly at the opposite side, and then put the sausages on their respective plates!eggs!Moved to Chen Tianhong's dinner plate.

The love is beyond words.

"Tianhong, pay attention to safety when you go to Edinburgh. This is a foreign country, not our own country. Come, have another egg."

Cao Xingkui gave his beloved disciple a word, and conveniently picked up a fried egg.

"Well, I see teacher."

Chen Tianhong nodded obediently, he didn't eat the eggs, he was full.

"Don't come back too late! You still have to pay attention to rest, so that you will be refreshed when you receive the award."

Cao Xingkui specially added the accent on the word "receive the award" to remind Chen Tianhong not to forget the purpose of this trip, and seeing that Chen Tianhong didn't eat eggs, he thought he had changed his taste, so he added another big sausage.

"Well, don't worry."

Chen Tianhong nodded again. In fact, he had something to say to Cao Xingkui.

The reason why he didn't follow to the Science Fiction Association was to have a good rest, because there must be all kinds of entertainment and chatting at the Science Fiction Association, which would be too tiring.

He didn't really want to see any memorial hall either. Chen Tianhong had no interest in Ellen Bleich at all. If it was Conan Doyle in his previous life, that would be fine.

I went to Edinburgh because Chen Tianhong heard from Jin Zhongrui that they would take the train and swing slowly. Chen Tianhong checked the route, good guy, Thames River, Loch Ness, Royal Observatory, ancient building castle, Anglican Church
This is not a car!This is tourism!
Therefore, how to choose is a normal person knows.

After eating breakfast, Chen Tianhong took a black square taxi to the train station under the earnest advice of a group of science fiction writers.

The advantage of being in London is that there is basically no traffic jam. It took more than ten minutes to arrive at King's Cross Railway Station, one of the oldest railway stations in England.

The station occupies a large area. A large Christmas tree stands at the entrance of the station hall. There are many passengers from all over the world pulling their luggage to and fro, coming in and out, and it is very lively.

Although Chen Tianhong came to London for the first time, he was very familiar with this old railway station, because he had seen it many times in movies in his previous life. Even though the details were different, the general architectural style was the same.

When entering the station hall to check tickets, Chen Tianhong specifically asked the lady in blue uniform if there were platforms [-] and [-] here.

The young lady in uniform carefully looked at the familiar young man with an oriental face in front of her, and said politely.

"Mr. You, it is twenty meters to your right."

"OK, thanks!"

After expressing his thanks, Chen Tianhong took small steps and ran towards the ninth platform.

Jin Zhongrui and the others looked down at the tickets in their hands, it was the fifth platform!
What is Tianhong doing?Wrong station?

They hurriedly followed, trying to pull Chen Tianhong back, leaving the young lady standing there with her big beautiful eyes open and a dazed expression. Suddenly, she remembered something and looked towards the newsstand beside her.

On the cover of a sci-fi magazine, there was a photo very similar to the young face just now. The title of the magazine was.

[Anecdote about the creation of "Three-Body Problem", Ji's youngest Gimpler Prize winner, Chen Tianhong! 】

"O my god! It can't be such a coincidence!"

The young lady immediately turned around to search again, but Chen Tianhong had already disappeared in the crowd.

Here, after Chen Tianhong came to the middle of the ninth and tenth platforms, he did not find the marked ""Platform 9! ".

"I'm sure, there is really no Harry Potter in this world, and there is no dedicated "nine and three-quarters" platform leading to the Academy of Magic. Alas, I always feel a little regretful! In my previous life, I always wanted to come here to take pictures and make a card. "

Chen Tianhong muttered softly, he knew that he was thinking too much, but as a veteran Harry Potter fan, if he came to King's Cross train station without looking for it, the obsession in his heart would never pass.

"Tianhong, what are you mumbling about?"

Jin Zhongrui and the others also arrived here at this time, he asked curiously.

"Oh, Mr. Jin, it's nothing, I suddenly had an inspiration."

"Inspiration, what inspiration? Detective reasoning?"

Several people are interested.

"No, no, didn't I come to London? Seeing many ancient castles and this old station, I think again, should I try to write a novel in the Western fantasy series?"

Everyone: "."

"Ahem, Tianhong! It's a good thing that you have a wide range of hobbies, but you have to take it step by step. You can't think about coughing. It's time to check the ticket. Let's talk about it first."

Jin Zhongrui wanted to say the phrase "When you think about it, it's when you think about it", but later felt that it was not good, so he took it back.

Then he patted Chen Tianhong on the shoulder, and pushed him to platform No. [-].

"This Hongwen is really a "talent". Yesterday he modestly said that he would study hard to write detective novels, but today he changed his mind and wrote Western magic? He is an Oriental, how can he write Western magic!"

Lu Huai snorted.

"Old Lu, don't think so. Hongwen is different from us. He is not an ordinary writer. Didn't you see the magazines in the newsstand just now. Some of the covers are his photos."

Ye Feng couldn't get used to Lu Huaiyi's tone, so he said aloud.

As a detective writer, his observation of details is much better than ordinary people, but it varies from person to person, and Lu Huaiyi didn't notice it.

"Ah Qi, I know he is great, but people always have weaknesses! He can't write all kinds of books, right?"

Ye Feng heard that Lu Huaiyi was referring to the story yesterday, he didn't argue, sometimes it's meaningless to explain too much, because there are always some people who don't believe in potential, but only believe in the results they hear and see.

The tickets they bought were in the same carriage. After getting on the train, Chen Tianhong chose a seat by the window. He wanted to see the scenery. Jin Zhongrui and the others were not very interested in the scenery along the way.

Tomorrow is the International Detective Exchange Conference. They want to refine their works. They went to Edinburgh for the exchange. This is also the default ceremony for detective writers all over the world. As long as they come to England to participate in the event, they must go to Ellen Bleich Take a look at the memorial.

In any case, this master detective is indeed the originator of western detective novels. The detective novels he created pioneered the model of detective novels and played an important role in the development of detective novels around the world.

Although Jin Zhongrui does not recognize Ellen Bleich as the originator of oriental detective novels, he should respect it.

From London to Edinburgh, it takes three to four hours by train, and it was almost noon when they arrived.

In order to take care of Chen Tianhong, Jin Zhongrui and the others first found a well-known restaurant and had a sumptuous lunch. Why do young people get hungry easily when they say taking care of Chen Tianhong?
Nothing special happened during the memorial hall, but I met many detective writers from all over the world. Most of them knew Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng, except for Chen Tianhong.

The only thing related to him was that before leaving, several Englishmen recognized Chen Tianhong and gathered around for a group photo, saying that they liked "Three-Body Problem" very much.

This is where Chen Tianhong made a miscalculation. He didn't wear a hat or a mask when he arrived in England. He felt that he should not be popular abroad yet.

Little did they know that "Three-Body Problem" had already given Chen Tianhong a lot of popularity abroad, and since the Kimpler Awards were held in England, it was understandable to be recognized.

Just like this, some people can take it easy, such as the "narrow-minded" Lu Huaiyi.

Who doesn't want a reputation, who doesn't want to be recognized by fans on the street?
You, Chen Tianhong, are going too far. In the Memorial Hall of Master Detective, there are still foreign fans who can recognize him. This shows that they, the elite detective writers, have no influence!

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the whistle of the train sounded, and the wheels collided with the rails to make a crisp "click, click" sound. Going one stop, one stop, one city, one city, very slowly
Chen Tianhong was still by the window, but he watched the sunrise from the east in the morning and the sunset from the west in the afternoon.

"Hongwen, tomorrow is the exchange meeting, how is your preparation for the new story going?"

As soon as Lu Huai saw Chen Tianhong's leisurely appearance, he decided to find something to respond to.

"New story?"

Chen Tianhong frowned suspiciously, and suddenly remembered that he had indeed said on the plane yesterday that he would prepare to exchange works.

However, he forgot, and at this moment, the sound of "click, click." sounded in his ears. He looked at the retro-style carriage, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Yes, new story, I just got inspiration, I will write it when I get back."

ps: Foreshadowing, everyone guess which one it is.

(End of this chapter)