Dimensional Bookstore
Chapter 67 Dream Weaver (2)
Lu Miaomiao lay on the bed tiredly, her body so tired that she didn't even want to move a little finger.
Now she knows how long it takes to walk from the city center to the house she rents.
Five hours.
It's noon now. Since last night, she has not eaten enough. Her stomach was cramping with hunger, but she didn't even have the strength to sit up.
She stared blankly at the dim ceiling, and unexpectedly remembered the aftermath of the conversation in the bookstore.
"Boring?" The young man shook his head, looking at her as if looking at some big shot: "On the contrary. This book is so interesting, it will be famous throughout the ages."
He said firmly: "And you will become a legend."
Lu Miaomiao was struck by the young man's gaze and was stunned for a moment, and her heart began to beat violently uncontrollably. After a few seconds, her senses finally returned. She lowered her eyes in embarrassment and laughed at herself: "Don't be joking. What a legend. No one will read my book. I'm just a low-class writer and dream weaver."
"How do you want an ant who has never seen an elephant to realize the greatness of an elephant?" The young man looked at her with a sober, thorough and sad look: "It will take a long, long time, maybe until the elephant passes away. Ant Only when they live in a world without elephants will they understand the greatness of elephants.”
The young man lowered his eyes and sighed, whispering quietly: "But when the elephant exists, all sentient beings just treat it as ordinary."
Lu Miaomiao barely controlled her disordered breathing and asked urgently: "But how do you know that ants are shallow and elephants are great? And it is very possible that the elephant is not an elephant at all, but is just trying to pretend The ants turned into elephants!”
Is she talented?
She once believed that she was talented, but the world was vulgar and shallow and could not understand her.
But she is 30 years old now. Being impoverished and accomplishing nothing.
No one cares about the literary works she devoted her efforts to, while the works she wrote using the business routines she used to despise have become popular all over the country - even though they are named after other people.
The world is vulgar, and so is she.
"Because besides ants and elephants, there are other animals in this world." The young man's eyes showed a transparent amber color under the light, with a warm smile inside: "They follow the elephants and stay away from the ants, so they can Make an objective assessment of both.”
Lu Miaomiao raised her head and took a deep breath, her voice couldn't help but tremble a little, "Are you that kind of animal?" The woman stared at the smiling young man with eager and hopeful eyes, and asked repeatedly: "Are you?"
"Of course, I am. Meeting you is my greatest luck." The young man bowed slightly to her humbly, raised his eyes and looked at her seriously: "Ants are short-lived, so you don't have to care about their opinions. Because everyone The image will become history, and history will last forever.”
It was difficult for Lu Miaomiao to describe her mood at that moment. It was like she was walking alone in a dark and cold tunnel. She didn't know how long the tunnel was or what was in front of it. In the end, when she began to doubt the meaning of her persistence, someone suddenly came over and lit a match for her.
The flame was weak and could go out at any moment, and it could not dispel the chill.
But for a moment, her path lit up. Let her see the light in the dark night.
Let her feel that it is great to be alive.
"Thank you." She didn't know what to say, so she could only keep repeating: "Thank you, thank you."
"I just made a correct evaluation." A flash of sarcasm flashed in the boss's eyes, "It was only after Van Gogh died that people learned to appreciate his paintings. Kafka was unknown throughout his life, and his works were not published until after his death. Ed Garland Poe regarded writing as a career to make a living, but he lived in poverty all his life..."
"Some people praise suffering and say that suffering creates greatness." The young man raised his eyebrows, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more serious. "This is a paradox. Suffering is suffering and will not add more brilliance to greatness. Do great people have to Accompanied by suffering? Isn’t a great man who has grown up smoothly since childhood not great?”
Lu Miaomiao looked at him in confusion. Although she also felt that what her boss said was reasonable, but... "Who is Van Gogh, Kafka, or Edgar Allan Poe?"
The boss choked, and for a moment the expression on his face was very complicated.
"It's not important." The boss waved his hand and asked her an unexpected question: "I want to know if you have an agent?"
"Agent?" For Lu Miaomiao, this was a word that was too far away from her. She smiled bitterly and said, "How can an agent like me, a low-class writer, look up to me?"
"Then what do you think of me?" The boss raised his lips and smiled, his eyes full of confidence and wantonness that could dispel Chang Ye: "How about I be your agent? I will make you a legend."
…
"Lonely, I'. I have no body form my own, I am alone, I'..." The ringtone of her mobile phone suddenly rang, interrupting Lu Miaomiao's thoughts. She hurriedly answered the phone, and the somewhat nervous voice of her friend Xin Yuen came from the other end. : "Miaomiao, I recently painted a painting, do you want to see it?"
Xin Yuen is a painter. A painter who cannot sell a painting.
Just like Lu Miaomiao. Just as poor and frustrated.
Lu Miaomiao doesn't understand painting, but she can see the lonely and lonely soul in Xin Yuen's twisted paintings. The same soul as hers.
"Okay, I'll go to your place tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll introduce you to a friend."
"...I'll bring you some wine."
You don't need to meet him to know that Xin Yuen's friends can only be weirdos like him. The only thing they have in common is that they are both down and out and love to drink.
"Well, I'll hang up if nothing else."
"...Wait a minute!" Lu Miaomiao shouted subconsciously, and then she started to hesitate again. She didn't know if her choice was right.
Xin Yuen waited for a long time, but Lu Miaomiao didn't answer, so he asked, "What's the matter?"
"If... I mean if..." Lu Miaomiao hesitated with a strange excitement in her voice: "If there is someone who can understand your work, he wants to be your agent, and swears that you will become a legend, what will you do?"
Xin Yuen answered without hesitation: "Choose him as your agent."
Xin Yuen's answer was so straightforward that Lu Miaomiao was dumbfounded. She quickly asked, "Why?"
"Because he understands your work." Xin Yuen's tone was as surprised as if Lu Miaomiao was asking what 1+1 equals. He answered confidently: "There are so few people in this world who can understand us, so everyone deserves our trust."
Lu Miaomiao loosened her frown, and the corners of her lips finally smiled. She smiled comfortably: "You're right."
"Tomorrow morning, bring your most proud paintings and go to a place with me."
Xin Yuen complained unhappily: "You just promised to go to my place to see paintings tomorrow, and I'm going to introduce you to a new friend."
"Then bring your new friend with you!" Lu Miaomiao's eyes were lively and her smile was bright: "Let's go to a different place to see paintings this time!"
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"So..." Le Jing looked up at the young man sitting upright opposite him and asked strangely: "Did you draw this?"
Xin Yuen nodded, with a kind of artist's unique neurosis in his eyes, looking at the painting in Le Jing's hand with a gentle look as if he was looking at his lover: "She is beautiful, isn't she?"
Le Jing cast his eyes on the painting in his hand again, and a huge sense of absurdity rose in his heart.
'Le Ling. '
[I know, I have checked, this painting has never appeared in this world. In other words...]
Le Jing silently completed the second half of the sentence: 'This person is the original author of this painting. '
"Yes, it's beautiful." Le Jing answered the young man's question with a wry smile. How could Van Gogh's "Starry Night" not be beautiful?
He didn't know what was wrong with this world.
Those masters who shone in the history of human civilization actually changed their appearance and lived with another gender and identity. And this did not affect their greatness and the works themselves at all.
This is really a joke given by fate.
Xin Yuen looked at him stubbornly, and his voice was a little dry because he had not communicated with outsiders for a long time: "What do you feel from this painting?"
"Mania, depression, anxiety, and incompatibility." Le Jing commented calmly as an outsider: "The world is a whirlpool for you. You struggle in the whirlpool and want to gain peace of mind, but it's in vain."
Xin Yuen looked at him for a while, and for a moment Le Jing saw the blooming fireworks and the burning dust in his dark eyes at the same time.
This is an extremely contradictory person, but he lives very soberly.
That's why he is so painful.
"Xin Yuen." He nodded to Le Jing modestly, acknowledging Le Jing.
"Le Jing." Le Jing handed the priceless painting in his hand to the great monster, and said sincerely: "It's an honor to meet you."
... You with two ears.
"My name is Sang Qing." The woman who had been smiling and watching on the side lazily nudged Xin Yuen with her elbow, "I'm this guy's friend, barely a writer."
"I heard from Miaomiao that you want to be her agent?" She looked at Le Jing curiously. After getting Le Jing's affirmative answer, she smiled: "You are really interesting. Do you like poverty alleviation?"
Lu Miaomiao blushed in embarrassment. This person is really annoying. If I had known, I wouldn't have said so much to her on the road.
"Of course not. If you knew you could just reach out and pull the diamond out of the mud, would you not reach out?"
"Yes, I wouldn't." Sang Qing shrugged and said indifferently: "The diamond can stay wherever it wants, I don't care."
Le Jing said calmly: "I can't. I can't help but pull the diamond out, polish it carefully, let it shine, let it dazzle, let it charm everyone, let it be immortal."
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