Cyber Heroes

"Remember the past..." Babbitt took the opportunity to sit on the ground next to Xiang Shan: "Do you have many pasts, hero?"

Xiang Shan sweeps He glanced at him: "It's not at the worst thing."

It's not yet time to "announce Martial God's rebirth again." Xiang Shan does not intend to reveal his true identity.

The time to light up the "stage" is not now.

Babbit said: "Yeah, yeah, I like to listen to stories. I am looking for stories every day. If you are willing to tell stories about your past, I don’t have to worry about what to broadcast today. Heroes."

"hehe." Xiang Shan laughed: "Will you worry about this? O. Henry and Maupassant are both masters of short stories. After them, there is Flaubert-the old generation. There are many writers, and I can’t use them up."

"But the stories of the old times are always the stories of the old times." Babbitt said: "The stories of our time are too few."

Xiang Shan lifts the head again, looking towards the waning moon.

There are too few stories in the new era because "culture" has been destroyed.

People are still allowed to write on the Internet. They are free to keep their written records. But the meaning of "literary activity" itself has been taken away, because "culture" has been erased. Many residents now feel that the use of words to record "unreal" stories lacks practical meaning.

Not to mention, this era after the fusion of texts has not yet honed the "beauty of language acceptable to all"-not because the language itself is ugly, but because it has no chance to be beautiful. form.

The 212 years since Sublimination War have been 212 years when literature was almost completely blank.

As for why we say "almost", it is because the collective creation passed by word of mouth has never been cut off.

As far as Xiang Shan knows, one of the few long stories told by Babbitt includes "the legend of the Martial Gods." This is the presentation of the story of Martial Ancestor's personality coverings after collective artistic processing.

Except for the eighth Martial God, who was dormant to death and failed to Dragon Transformation, all Martial Gods have made vigorous achievements in the solar system. Even the eighth Martial God shocked the entire world when he died. These "Xiang Shan that are not Xiang Shan" have left their footprints on the world. These footprints were collected by those with a heart, and then connected by artistic processing to form a complete romance-style story.

This program is aimed at people in the arena or young people who want to step into the arena. For most people, Martial God is just an illusory thing, something "oh, I seem to have heard it". But Jianghu people are very familiar with this story. No matter where they started listening, they could understand the cause and effect.

Just like "Three Kingdoms" can separate "Dingjun Mountain" and "Battle Changsha", "Journey to the West" can only talk about "Making a Rare in Heavenly Palace" and "Three Fights on White Bones".

Of course, certain excerpts are kind of... shameful to Xiang Shan.

But the story of this Martial God legend cannot always be told. There is a certain probability that this will attract the government's attack. Although there are no taboos under the Dyson principle, telling the story of Martial God is to promote the idea of ​​Martial Ancestor, which is to spread chivalry-in the logic of the government, this "can be defined as inhuman."

Otherwise, Babbitt doesn’t have to worry about what to broadcast every day.

"If you want to tell the story of the new era, then why don't you tell your own story?"

Xiang Shan asked.

"My story..." Babbitt was astonished. "Are you talking about my own business? Do I have any vigorous experiences? How can I tell this?"

"Mr. Maupassant did not ride in a carriage with a woman named Suet Ball, nor did he have an Uncle named Yule." Xiang Shan said: "How do you think they came up with those stories?"

Babbitt pondered for a moment: "I haven't thought about this at all. But I just think...my own story may not be as good as the past story."

Xiang Shan said: "You What do you think about writing a story?"

Babbitt thought about it, or shook his head.

Xiang Shan asked in a different way: "So, among the'things that happened in this era', which one makes you think,'Want everyone to know it'?"

Babbitt’s eyes lit up and said: "You know, hero. It was that three years ago."

Xiang Shan spread his hands: "You talk about it again."

"Three years ago, a hero assassinated a leader of the commander in the heavily guarded Knight Corps. When he was evacuating, a singer named Old Crab took the initiative to help him retreat. Around Pine Eagle City, broadcast the movements of Pine Eagle City’s army so that the hero can be prepared."

"Mr. Crab was attacked by the government in short- and mid-range tactics. The missile hit. However, his sacrifice was definitely not in vain...should it not? I heard that the protector master who pursued the hero was also beheaded in the formation."

Xiang Shan stretched his hands: "Look, a good story has the foundation, isn't it?"

Babbitt was a little embarrassed: "But, this is too short, just a hundred words, one two The minutes are over."

Xiang Shan held his hands: "Is there any part of this story that you don’t know?"

Babbitt scratched his head: "I don’t know I don’t know Mr. Crab. I don’t know what kind of person he is. There are some audio recordings he broadcasts on the Internet, but they are not complete. I can only know that he is a good person who likes to sing."

"That's enough." Xiang Shan said: "Other things, you can add them yourself."

Babbitt is very confused: "But, I don't know the specifics of this old Mr. Crab... …"

"Use other people's stories, use your own experiences, and even use stories you have come up with." Xiang Shan said: "these all are free."

"But is this a bit...offensive to Mr. Crab?"

"My library didn't want you to make up a story and then declare to the world,'This is the past of Old Crab.'" Xiang Shan Shaking his head, "You use that scene to tell a story, and then tell others that there is the shadow of the old crab in your story."

"Ah this..." Babbitt is like being opened to New World Like the door, dumbfounded.

Xiang Shan shook the head.

In his opinion, such a dialogue is actually incredible. Anyone who has received a basic education should know what "fiction" is. At most, they don't know how to use refined language to describe this process.

But Babbitt really doesn't seem to understand. He couldn't imagine how the "story" was born.

In fact, he is very observant. In Xiang Shan's view, the Maupassant and O. Henry rewritten by Babbitt himself, while retaining the original skeleton, are filled with the flesh and blood of this era, so that people in this era can easily accept it.

This is actually the threshold for mastering the technology of "literature".

But he couldn't think of the "fictional story" by himself. Although "fiction" is a human instinct, "consciously fictionalizing content that everyone knows is not true" is a technology that has been mastered by humans long after the birth of civilization.

Without this culture, words are just words.

But the moment Xiang Shan mentioned this...the moment Babbitt realized this, things were completely different.

Xiang Shan said: "Are you interested in hearing another story? A story about a'making story'."

Babbitt nodded.

The story of Xiang Shan is also very old. Babbitt has collected many fragments of Maupassant on the Internet. Although Babbitt does not know what "France" is, he probably knows that there is such a "collective imagined together", so Xiang Shan did not change his background.

A young soldier fell seriously ill before going to the battlefield and had to be sent back to the country. With this, the head of the regiment entrusted his daughter-an eight-year-old girl-to the soldiers and asked him to take him back to France to be raised by the younger sister of the head of the regiment.

The head of the group lost his wife very early and had to take her with him. But that battle might be very dangerous. This is the first time the girl has left father, and she is unhappy along the way.

The soldier tried every means to make the girl happy, telling the girl all the stories he knew. Among them is the story of a "golden rose"-the soldier had a neighbor when he was young, an old lady, and a golden rose. No matter how poor the old lady is, she will not sell Golden Rose. It is said that she was given to her by her lover many years ago. It is said that the person who owns Golden Rose will always be happy. At the end of the story, the old lady re-acquainted with the rich painter's son and lived together.

The war is over, and the soldier has become a cleaner, destitute. One day many years later, the soldier met a grown-up girl. The girl quarreled with her lover and cried. The soldier helped the girl reconcile with her lover. When saying goodbye, the girl who grew up told the soldier that she still remembered the story of Jin Qiangwei.

"I think that playboy is not the one who gave you Golden Rose", the soldier thought so. He had an idea to give the girl a golden rose. Although he can't give the girl happiness, a golden rose might do.

He works in a goldsmith's workshop. Everyday All will bring the dust from the gold workshop back to his home and look for a little bit of sand in the dust. He accumulates gold day after day, and wants to accumulate the amount of gold to make a golden rose.

Many years later, he did it. But because of his senile, he was ashamed to walk in front of that girl. The year he plucked up the courage to build Qiangwei, he learned that the girl's family had left the country. The soldiers were drawn away from the motivation to live.

When the soldier died of illness, only the goldsmith who made the rose came to visit him. The goldsmith received the golden rose wrapped in an old blue headband.

Listening to this story, Babbitt felt like he was about to cry. If he still has lacrimal glands, he should cry.

Babbitt asked: "Hero, then what does this story have to do with the topic just now?"

"This is literature, my old man." Xiang Shan said. .