Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 278 Taiyan and "The Old Man and the Sea"

"You're a traitor, if you can't write a novel, I won't let you go!"

While Zhang Taiyan was watching, he did not forget to threaten Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei, on the other hand, took a sip of tea and did not panic at all. He was fully confident in this work.

"Dad, just watch. Don't talk too much." Zhang Nianyue curled her lips, feeling that her father was very verbose.

It's been a long time since I came here, and the feeling of reunion after a long absence is basically gone.

She has regained her former delicate appearance.

"Hey~" Zhang Taiyan felt like he was being scolded, but when he looked up and saw his daughter, he couldn't say anything harsh about her.

Otherwise, Zhang Nianyue would not have developed such a temperament, but since I met Bao Guowei, I don't know what tricks he used.

In short, Zhang Nianyue is much more well-behaved.

Without refuting, Zhang Taiyan took the tea handed over from Cao Yanhai from the side. He scanned the writing on the manuscript and put the tea to his mouth.

"It reminds me of Diary of a Madman."

In addition to Bao Guowei, Zhang Nianyue, Cao Yanhai and Gao Weixin were all present with their hearts in their throats.

Zhang Nianyue was already thinking about what to bring with her for the elopement.

The more Zhang Nianyue listened, the more curious she became. She couldn't help but get closer and look behind Zhang Taiyan.

"Look well, don't say anything else."

Zhang Taiyan said to himself.

I have indeed changed the core, but the main tone remains the same.

Cao Yanhai commented. "I think it's a hit! Master's book doesn't seem difficult. It's not like other novels that have long sections. It looks uncomfortable, but I'm a little confused about the plot."

So much so that later on, all three people except Bao Guowei stretched their heads behind Zhang Taiyan and followed Zhang Taiyan to watch.

"Don't be too happy. You haven't read the rest yet. The beginning is really good. If there are problems later, it will be in vain. If you give me another godfather, I won't have anything to say about it."

It can be said to be a landmark work in the history of literature!

Then, Zhang Taiyan frowned tightly.

Even speaking, there is some flavor of ghosts and ghosts.

So I don't want to see any flaws in him.

Gao Weixin said while thinking about it.

It seemed as if I saw that day again, at the retreat banquet, the young man who was full of energy and refuted everyone.

After trying hard to suppress his smile and prevent his lips from grinning widely, Zhang Taiyan immersed himself in the plot again.

"Tea is no good. It's not as good as the tea I drank in Suzhou, but I really like the writing style. It's concise, clear and powerful."

Obviously already caught up in the plot.

In fact, literature is a very mysterious thing. You can often tell the true level of an article through one or two sentences or one or two paragraphs.

Seeing Bao Guowei's triumphant look, Zhang Taiyan became furious and said out of his nose.

Hemingway's famous work!
Known as one of the 100 masterpieces of the 20th century!

It's like standing on the shoulders of giants, and the achievements that can be achieved are beyond the comparison of ordinary articles.

"no!"

Bao Guowei was used to it. He spread his hands and said, "Sir, I am usually cautious, but with this novel, I am fully confident that it can cause a sensation in today's Chinese literary world, and even in the world's literary world!"

The old man is always arrogant. He obviously likes her very much, but he still has a look of dislike on his face.

Zhang Taiyan has been immersed in the art of writing for so many years, and it only takes a few minutes to judge an article.

"What a loud tone!"

Just kidding, this is "The Old Man and the Sea"!

Zhang Taiyan was no longer annoyed at all now, and could even make a joke or two.

"Then let me see what the plot is like behind you!"

Even if there are several people standing around, Zhang Taiyan can still be brought into the plot.

Zhang Taiyan smiled and looked at Bao Guowei, who looked confident, neither humble nor overbearing.

At a glance, he understood that Bao Guowei's article was not vulgar.

This kid! It’s not broken yet!
Even more crazy! It cannot be said that he is crazy, but rather he has the confidence and confidence that comes naturally from his strength.

"The language is very concise and concise, and it looks very comfortable, but is this a fairy tale? Why are there demons, water monsters, and banshees?"

In fact, this is not a realistic novel in the traditional sense.

"Hey!" Zhang Nianyue was so angry that she stamped her feet and almost cursed him as a "bad old man".

But Zhang Taiyan didn't want to be hasty. The other person was a genius he wanted to pass on his legacy to, and Zhang Taiyan had invested too much expectations in him.

Cao Yanhai thought, if his master beat his master or had a falling out with his master, then who would he follow?
But it took a long time before Zhang Taiyan said something with a smile.

Zhang Nianyue seemed to be thinking and did not comment.

Bao Guowei ignored the attention of several people and just wrote and drew on the manuscript paper out of boredom.

He was not worried, just waited quietly, and this work slowly fermented in everyone's hearts.

"Quiet!"

Zhang Taiyan was furious. He was so absorbed in reading that he hated being disturbed from behind.

It's like playing chess on the street and having someone pointing at you is annoying.

For a moment, several people were quiet, and Gao Weixin and Cao Yanhai obediently shut their mouths.

One was a disciple and the other was a disciple. Zhang Taiyan would not be too harsh. After cursing, he immediately began to explain.

"This is a metaphor. You have to understand it carefully and combine it with actual facts and history to understand it clearly."

"I understand!" Zhang Nianyue suddenly realized, clapped her hands and said. "Just like "Journey to the West", people in the world only read it as a fantasy novel, and the pictures are fresh, but if you are careful, you can see that "Journey to the West" contains many metaphors!"

"Huh?" Zhang Taiyan couldn't help but look up at his little daughter. Without saying anything, he turned back to read the manuscript.

Just make a sound.

"Ah."

It was regarded as acquiescing to Zhang Nianyue's analysis.

"That's it!" Cao Yanhai clapped his hands and decided to go back and read Journey to the West again. What is the metaphor?
Bao Guowei was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that his "idiot fiancée" would still put in some effort?
In fact, Bao Guowei's version of "The Old Man and the Sea" not only uses the framework and tone of the original work, but also incorporates part of the style of "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

Only by joining forces can the two works produce better results.

Therefore, in a sense, this "Old Man and the Sea" can also be called a magical realism version of "The Old Man and the Sea".

As the plot continues to advance, Zhang Taiyan's mood fluctuates with the experience of the old fisherman.

Huang Yan is an experienced fisherman. His life has been full of ups and downs, with both highs and lows.

He was once the strongest young man in the village, but now as he ages, his body is not as good as before.

But he still has a heart that refuses to admit defeat.

Huang Yan, who had not caught any fish for eighty-four consecutive days, told the story to young Mano all night and set sail early the next morning.

From the beginning, the old man's brief description attracted Zhang Taiyan.

Zhang Taiyan, who was well versed in Chinese history, soon became acutely aware that Huang Yan actually referred to the Chinese nation to a large extent.

The hardships and glory experienced in it are more like a microcosm of history over the past five thousand years.

Every monster seems to have a metaphor, every suffering seems to have a root cause.

An unintentional person may regard it as some kind of curiosity, but an intentional person may connect it with reality and see a completely different truth.

It's like Hemingway answering a critic.

"There is no symbolic meaning. The sea is the sea, the old is the old, and the children are children."

If you ask Bao Guowei what the Old Man and the Sea symbolizes and expresses, Bao Guowei will definitely answer like Hemingway.

But if you insist on interpreting something, Bao Guowei has nothing to be unhappy about.

Everyone has his own old man and the sea in his heart.

Zhang Taiyan's eyes widened, watching the old man fighting the big fish, watching the old man fighting the waves, one picture after another, and one resolute face after another appeared in his head. at last.

"Huang Yan no longer dreams about storms, women, or big fish. Now he only dreams about a distant place, a male lion called Dongfang, leading a group of lion cubs, at dusk. On the beach, children play like kittens, and the dazzling and gorgeous sunset heralds a clear sky tomorrow.”

"Damn it!"

Zhang Taiyan unexpectedly cursed in a low voice. Such indecent remarks almost never appeared in his mouth.

But Zhang Taiyan couldn't help it, because at this moment, it was as if something in his heart was hit instantly by this simple paragraph of words!
"Then, on the third day of heading to the open sea, the fishing line stretched straight from the side of the boat to the water with no end in sight.
He said. 'It bit the hook! It finally bit the hook. '

"Damn! So refreshing!"

First suppressing and then rising, Bao Guowei even used some of the flavor of later generations of cool writing. This burst of hope is like the first ray of light from the morning sun, which makes people's hearts flutter.

The chapter was already halfway through, but Zhang Taiyan was no longer willing to put it down. He raised his head and glanced at Bao Guowei with complicated eyes.

The latter was lying on the table and almost fell asleep.

Only Zhang Nianyue complained.

"Next page, turn to the next page quickly, old man, don't stay in a daze."

But at this moment, Zhang Taiyan had no intention of blaming Zhang Nianyue anymore, because none of it mattered anymore.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to let out the resentment in his chest, and then the angry god said.

"Okay! This is one of the most magnificent works since the Republic of China!"

Can't wait to read the follow-up content, Zhang Taiyan can't help but comment.

This sound of "hello" really startled the people around him.

"Okay!" Cao Yanhai also sighed, waving his fists and looking very excited.

He only thought it was good, but he couldn't figure out what it was so good about.

But for a martial artist, it’s all good and that’s all. Where is the why?
In a daze, Bao Guowei was almost startled by the roar and fell to the ground.

I stayed up all night last night and was really sleepy.

Fortunately, he stabilized his figure, and a smile appeared on his face. He looked calm, obviously not very surprised.

"Sir, I think it's good because it can prove that Guowei has not been lazy these days."

"Hey! You Bao Guowei!"

Gao Weixin couldn't help but sigh, and even felt a little angry.

"You have written such an article and you still want to say this. How can I, a beginner, deal with it?"

Zhang Nianyue was immediately unhappy. She was a little sullen, glared at Bao Guowei, and said very dissatisfied.

"Bao Guowei! Are you hiding something secret? Why have you never taught me such writing techniques and storytelling techniques?"

As soon as she saw this line of writing, Zhang Nianyue felt that something was wrong, and it was only at this moment that she realized something.

Previously, Bao Guowei, a scoundrel, entered his room on the pretext of helping him with his "homework" and then started to do something.

Zhang Nianyue could bear these things. After all, he was his fiancé, and he had indeed taught him a lot.

But why is this "The Old Man and the Sea" completely different from the previous one?

This technique turned out to be something he had never seen before, and even Bao Guowei had never mentioned the inspiration for his creation.

Zhang Nianyue felt that she had suffered a huge loss!

"Here, Nian Yue, listen to my quibbles." Bao Guowei scratched his head and thought of those glamorous nights. This feeling of being reluctant to talk is quite fascinating in a sense.

But the presence of my father-in-law can't help but make people feel a little embarrassed.

He even accidentally said the wrong thing and could only make up for it.

"Isn't this, haven't you thought of it before? You know, inspiration is the most important thing in literature. Good articles come by chance, so I will retreat for a month to polish these 40,000 words."

"The Old Man and the Sea" is not very long. With Bao Guowei's current hand speed, he could finish it in less than a week.

But Bao Guowei didn't intend to copy the original work completely.

Not only is the translation not suitable, but many of the plots are also somewhat different from what he wants to express.

And if you want to make a slight fusion of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "The Old Man and the Sea", it requires a lot of skill.

If you don't carefully craft and pick out every detail, what you write will just add to the laughing stock.

"Well polished! Well polished!"

Zhang Taiyan could no longer control his emotions. He happily came over and patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder.

The more I look at it, the more I like it, and the more I look at it, the more it looks like my own son.

Bao Guowei was speechless. Just a moment ago, the old man said that he would break his dog's legs.

But when Zhang Taiyan turned around and drank all the tea in the cup, the bitterness in his mouth turned into sweetness.

"Okay! It's refreshing! This cup of tea is refreshing! It's also satisfying!"

"You kid! You didn't let me down!"

Bao Guowei cupped his hands obediently and said.

"It makes Master worried."

"Don't be disgusted, Master. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking."

Zhang Taiyan is not an old fool yet.

Instead, he bowed his hands towards Bao Guowei and said with a deep salute.

"This time, it is indeed my fault, Zhang Binglin. If I can write this work, all doubts will disappear."

"Don't!"

Bao Guowei almost knelt down, but Zhang Taiyan helped him up without scolding him.

"I'll let you suffer as you please. Why do you still want to apologize for the teacher?"

Bao Guowei was a little moved and shook his head quickly.

"I wouldn't dare."

Zhang Taiyan nodded, with an expectant expression in his eyes.

“As soon as your novel comes out, I don’t know how many people will be slapped in the face, and I don’t know how many people will be left speechless.

This Huang Yan's courage and persistence will inspire the spirit of resistance in many people. "

His eyes sparkled and he asked: "When do you plan to send it out? Now? Or in the afternoon?"

"Ah?" Bao Guowei was a little shocked. "Sir, haven't you finished reading it yet? Besides, I think it still needs polishing."

"I really want to see it, but it's too late! Polish it? What a polish! If you polish it any more, the Chinese literary world is about to collapse!
Want to send! Send it now! "

Zhang Taiyan refused to say anything, pulled Bao Guowei and walked outside.

Only the confused people were left there.

After a while, Zhang Taiyan's call came from outside the door.

"That Cao Yanhai, disciple, come on, let's drive!"

"what?"

Only then did Cao Yanhai react and immediately ran out.

"Master, I'm going right now!"

Zhang Nianyue curled her lips, chased after him and shouted.

"Smelly old man, don't leave me behind."

"Times" magazine.

Huang Bohui sat alone in the office, looking at the empty desk and the messy manuscripts on the floor.

He drank the last sip of wine and said with a drunken look on his face.