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Chapter 563 Oh my god, what else?Short stories also rolled up? ! (Third update, please subscribe)

Dozens of Western reporters were panting heavily.

tired!
too tired!
The sun has risen at this moment, even though it is only after nine o'clock in the morning, but the sun in June shines hot on people.In particular, many reporters are still carrying dozens of catties of camera equipment, and many reporters' cars do not even have air conditioning. These Western reporters are fat and fat.So soon everyone was sweating profusely and couldn't bear it anymore.

On the other hand, the French royal Maybach that Lin Xuan was riding in was fully air-conditioned, so he couldn't feel the heat at all.

In this way, Lin Xuan alone resisted dozens of reporters' questions!

Questions from dozens of people.

They were all picked up by Lin Xuan, and he also gained the upper hand.

Just relying on this picture, it makes countless people suffocate.

now.

Many literary bigwigs who were watching the live broadcast almost cursed in anger.

Many people have already jumped and shouted in front of the TV.

"Ask, ask quickly."

"What the hell, are you all pigs? You can't even ask questions?"

"Such a miracle in the literary world will be destroyed by you pigs!"

"Quickly ask, you can talk casually if you don't know how to ask."

"That's right, don't let Lin Xuan stop!"

"I'm feeling comfortable, tell Lin Xuan not to stop!!!"

"..."

Many bigwigs in the literary world are really in a hurry. Even if they are blind, they can see that Lin Xuan should be in a period of inspiration blowout that is rare in the world.Once such an inspiration passes, I am afraid that it will never be there again in a lifetime.So if those reporters can ask enough questions, maybe they will witness the birth of a great poet.

But who would have thought that dozens of reporters were exhausted and paralyzed!

If the reporters don't ask questions, Lin Xuan can't create.

If Lin Xuan's inspiration period passes, there is a high probability that it will be difficult to reproduce this situation in the future.This is definitely a huge loss for the literary world.

If Lin Xuan only wrote three or four good poems, there may still be many people who are jealous.

But now that Lin Xuan has read more than one hundred poems, no one can feel jealous.Even if they are international great writers, they only have admiration and anticipation in their hearts at the moment. They hope to see Lin Xuan's more amazing performance in the future, and hope that they can hear more beautiful lines from Lin Xuan's mouth.

Otherwise miss today.

God knows how many cultural treasures will be missed.

Many high-level executives of live TV stations also quickly realized this truth.

As a result, the phones of the reporters began to ring, accompanied by the yelling of the senior leaders: "Fuck, are you dumb? Usually, when you go to interview those celebrities, you want to ask hundreds of rubbish questions. Why can't you just ask a few questions today?" ? Ask me quickly! Don’t let Lin Xuan stop! He is our ratings, our traffic, understand! No! Understand?!!! If you can’t even ask simple questions, get out tomorrow!”

The reporters nodded hurriedly while wiping off their sweat.

They never dreamed that asking questions, which they have always been best at, would one day become a burden!

Of course, they didn't even think that even if they didn't ask, Lin Xuan wouldn't stop.

after all.

How could Lin Xuan allow himself to miss this opportunity that he took so hard to provoke?
After drinking a can of unknown beverage, feeling the eerie silence of the scene, Lin Xuan smiled slightly: "Everyone, do you have any questions? If not..."

The voice did not fall.

A reporter hurriedly shouted in a hoarse voice in order to hug: "Yes, yes. Mr. Lin, what do you think of this society where money is paramount? Is it vanity or let nature take its course?"

This question is very acute.

Lin Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "If the bird's wings are tied with gold, this bird will never be able to soar in the sky again."

After speaking, the reporters have not yet responded.

He continued: "Of course, it is impossible to really answer this question you asked with poetry. It can only express one of my thoughts. I think everyone seems to be quite tired, why don't you take a break? I tell a story, and use that story to illustrate my views on money?"

What?
tell a story?
Everyone was stunned.

The audience who were finally watching the live broadcast looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What is Lin Xuan going to do again?"

"Isn't his poem just now good enough? Why do you want to tell a story?"

"Yeah, 'If the bird's wings are tied with gold, the bird will never be able to fly in the sky again' is so beautiful, and the meaning is enough to be a college entrance examination essay question."

"It seems that Lin Xuan feels sorry for those reporters who are fat like pigs."

"Hahaha, it's really not easy to run with Lin Xuan carrying a camera weighing dozens of kilograms on a hot day."

"..."

No matter what people think.

After hearing Lin Xuan's words, almost all the reporters were inexplicably relieved and nodded repeatedly.

tell a story?
OK, so they can finally take a break.Although it is still tiring to carry the camera, it is easier than asking questions while carrying the equipment.

Lin Xuan's mouth curled into an inexplicable smile: "This story is a short story. As for its name, it's called "The Gift of the Magi."

short story!

Hearing these two words, even the reporter who was already panting from exhaustion felt a surge of electricity in his heart, and suddenly sat up straight.

As for the audience who were watching the live broadcast, they were stunned.

"Short story?"

"What is he going to do?"

"What? Lin Xuan just read short stories like this?"

"Isn't it? Lin Xuan has already swept the poetry circle just now, so he won't go to the short story circle next time, will he?"

"This is crazy!"

"..."

Even Liu Jihong, Lu Cheng and others subconsciously glanced at each other.

Lu Cheng blinked his eyes, thinking it was funny: "You said, Lin Xuan wouldn't improvise a short story based on what the reporter said just now?"

If other people say such things, they will only think that the other party is talking nonsense.

But for Lin Xuan, they couldn't tell whether Lin Xuan was telling a joke or the truth for a while.

Just when they looked complicated.

on the roof.

Lin Xuan had already narrated, his voice floating in the open field: "One yuan and eighty-seven cents. It's all here. Among them, the six cents are made up of copper coins. These copper coins are sent one or two at a time. From the grocers, the greengrocers, and the butchers, the beggars and the butchers..."

A reporter gave Lin Xuan a voicemail, so even in the outdoors, Lin Xuan's voice still spread everywhere.

Perhaps it was for people to hear clearly, or perhaps it was because reading aloud in this way can reflect the charm more. Lin Xuan recited very slowly, and the magnetic voice made many girls scream.

"It sounds good."

"Lin Xuan's voice is really beautiful."

"..."

Of course, more people listened to Lin Xuan's story seriously.

This time, Lin Xuan took out O. Henry's masterpiece "The Gift of the Magi". This short story has a higher literary value and status than "Chameleon".

How tall is it?
In many global selections, it has won the title of king of short stories with the highest votes.With this honor alone, we can see how excellent "The Gift of the Magi" is.

And now, Lin Xuan brought it into this world.

Except for Lin Xuan's voice, the reporters all became quiet.

". . . there was apparently nothing to do but to fling on that shabby couch and cry. Della did just that. It gave rise to a spiritual feeling that life was made of weeping and sobbing and Smiles, and sniffles make up the bulk of it.  …”

It can be said.

Just from the beauty of the text, "The Gift of the Magi" is better than "Chameleon".

After all, "Chameleon" was translated from Russian, and most of the full text is in dialogue, and there is almost no narrative in words.

Sure enough, after only a minute or two, many people nodded secretly.

"The writing is beautiful."

"I can't imagine that such an article was improvised by Lin Xuan."

"It's normal. For those who can utter poems, it will definitely not be a problem for them to utter words."

"..."

Lin Xuan's story did not come together in one go.

Sometimes he would be silent for a while, sometimes he would pause for a few seconds, as if he was organizing his words inwardly.

". . . her Jim. Della had spent days planning and planning with her own pleasure to buy him something nice. Something fine, rare, and of real value—something worthy of Jim's possession, of course. Rarely, but there must be something commensurate with it..."

When everyone heard this, many people already understood what the story Lin Xuan was telling: it turned out to be a story about a poor young couple who gave each other Christmas gifts but had no money.

The story continues.

【

"Did you say you've lost your hair?" he asked with an almost idiotic air.

"You don't have to look," Della said. "I tell you, it's sold—sold, gone..."

……

White fingers nimbly tore the rope and wrapping paper.Then came a cry of ecstasy; and then, Oops!The sudden transition into female nervous tears and wailing immediately requires the owner of the apartment to do everything possible to comfort her.

Because what was in front of me was the set of combs inserted in the hair-a full set of hair combs.

……

Jim hasn't seen his beautiful gift yet...

"Beautiful, Jim? I found it all over town. You look at your watch a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch, and I'll see how it looks on it."

】

Lin Xuan's voice sounded clearly.

It reached the ears of every reporter on the scene, and then heard the live broadcast of dozens of media, and spread to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people around the world.

in the story.

Della cut her hair and bought Jim's favorite platinum watch chain.

Jim sold his watch and bought Della a beautiful wooden comb.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the story.

For a moment, there was an indescribable feeling in their hearts, which had a stronger impact on the soul than when they listened to "Chameleon" last night.

After Lin Xuan finished telling the story, everyone still didn't recover.

The more they think back to the story Lin Xuan just told, the more they feel the charm is endless and the emotions are hard to let go...

This is Lin Xuan's story?

This is Lin Xuan's short story?

Just now when Lin Xuan said that he wanted to tell a story to everyone, most people didn't pay much attention to it. Many people even thought that Lin Xuan just told the story to let the reporters take a break and relax.

But who would have thought that this story was indeed told, but the quality of this story... seems to be too high, it can be said that it is not inferior to yesterday's "Chameleon", which caused a shock in the literary world, and even surpassed it.

This... what is it? !
Especially at this moment, the countless literary bigwigs who are paying attention to this matter all over the world feel their scalps go numb.

(End of this chapter)