Cyber ​​Heroes

Chapter 383 A Little Literary Topic

"Reminisce about the past..." Babbitt took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the ground next to Xiangshan: "Hero, do you have a lot of past?"

Xiang Shan glanced at him: "It's not a big deal."

It is not yet time to "declare the rebirth of the Valkyrie".Xiang Shan did not intend to reveal his true identity.

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

Babbitt said: "Yes, yes, I really like listening to stories. I am looking for stories every day. If you are willing to tell the story of your past, I don't have to worry about what is broadcast today, hero."

"Hehe." Xiang Shan smiled: "Will you be troubled by this? Both O. Henry and Maupassant are masters of short stories. After them, there is Flaubert-there are many writers of the old generation, and there is no end to it."

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

Xiang Shan raised his head again and looked at the waning moon.

There are too few new age stories because the "culture" is destroyed.

People are still allowed to write on the web.They are free to keep their written records.But "literary activity" itself is stripped of its meaning because "culture" is erased.Many residents now feel that recording "untrue" stories in words lacks practical significance.

Not to mention, in the era after the great fusion of characters, the "beauty of language acceptable to all" has not yet been honed - not because the language itself is ugly, but because it has no chance to form a beautiful form.

The 212 years since the Sublimation War have been almost completely blank in literature.

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

As far as Xiang Shan knew, one of the few long stories told by this Babbitt included "the legend of the warrior gods".This is the presentation of the stories of Wu Zu's Personality Masks after collective artistic processing.

Except for the Eighth Martial God who hibernated to death and failed to transform into a dragon, all the Martial Gods have made great achievements in the solar system.Even the Eighth Martial God shocked the whole world when he died.These "Xiangshan who are not Xiangshan" have left their footprints in the world.These footprints were collected by caring people, and then connected together into a complete romance-like story through artistic processing.

This program is aimed at people from the Jianghu or young people who aspire to step into the Jianghu.For ordinary people, Valkyrie is just a illusory thing, a thing of "oh, I seem to have heard of it".But people in Jianghu are very familiar with this story.No matter which paragraph they start listening to, they can understand the cause and effect.

It's like "Three Kingdoms" can separate "Dingjun Mountain" and "Battle in Changsha", and "Journey to the West" can only talk about "Havoc in Heaven" and "Three Fighting Bone Demons".

Of course, to Xiang Shan's ears, certain excerpts were quite... shameful.

However, the story of the legend of the Valkyrie cannot always be told.This has a certain probability of attracting a blow from the government.Although there are no taboos under Dyson's principles, telling the story of Wushen is like promoting the idea of ​​Wuzu and spreading chivalry-in the logic of the government, this "can be defined as anti-humanity".

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

"If you're going to tell the story of the new age, why don't you tell your own story?"

Xiang Shan asked like this.

"My story..." Babbitt was stunned. "You mean my own story? Do I have any spectacular experiences myself? How can I tell it?"

"Mr. Maupassant did not share a carriage with a woman named Ball-of-Fat, nor did he have an uncle named Jules." Xiang Shan said, "How do you think they came up with those stories?"

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

Xiang Shan said, "What do you think about writing stories?"

Babbitt thought for a while, then shook his head.

Xiang Shan asked in a different way: "So, among the 'things that happened in this era', which one makes you feel that 'I wish everyone knew about it'?"

Babbitt's eyes lit up, and he said, "You know it, hero. It was the one three years ago."

Xiang Shan spread his hands: "Tell me again."

"Three years ago, there was a hero who assassinated the leader of the heavily guarded scientific research knights. When he was evacuating, a singer named Old Crab took the initiative to go around Pine Eagle City to help him retreat. Broadcast the movements of the Pine Eagle City army, so that the hero will be prepared."

"Mr. Old Crab was hit by a mid-range and short-range tactical missile under the attack of the government. However, his sacrifice was definitely not in vain... Shouldn't it be? I heard that the patron who chased that hero He was also beheaded in the battle."

Xiang Shan spread his hands: "Look, the foundation of a good story is there, isn't it?"

Babbitt was a little embarrassed: "But, this is too short, it's only a hundred words, and it will be finished in one or two minutes."

Xiang Shan folded his hands: "Are there any parts of this story that you don't know?"

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

"That's enough." Xiang Shan said, "You can add other things yourself."

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

"Use other people's stories, use your own experience, or even use your own stories." Xiang Shan said: "These are all free."

"But isn't that a bit... offensive to old Mr. Crab?"

"I don't want you to make up a story, and then declare to the world that 'this is the past of the old crab'." Xiang Shan shook his head, "Use that scene to tell a story, and then tell others that there is an old crab in your story shadow."

"Ah..." Babbitt was stunned as if the door to a new world had been opened.

Xiang Shan shook his head.

Such a conversation seemed inconceivable to him.Anyone who has received a basic education should know what "fiction" is, at most they don't know how to describe this process with refined language.

But Babbitt really didn'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 of this era can easily accept it.

In fact, this is already the threshold for mastering the technology of "literature".

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

Without this culture, words are just words.

However, 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 'making a story'."

Bobbitt nodded.

The story of Xiangshan is also very old.Babbitt collected many fragments of Maupassant on the Internet.Although Babbitt doesn't know what "France" is, he probably knows that there is such a "commonly imagined collective", so Xiang Shan didn't change his background.

A young soldier fell seriously ill before going to war and had to be sent home.The regimental commander took this opportunity to entrust his daughter—an eight-year-old girl—to the soldier to take back to France to be raised by the regimental commander's sister.

The head of the regiment lost his wife very early and had to take his daughter with him.But that battle might be very dangerous.It was the first time the girl had left her father, and she was unhappy all the way.

The soldier tried every means to make the girl happy, and told the girl all the stories he knew.Among them is the story of the "golden rose"-the soldier had a neighbor when he was a child, an old lady, who had a golden rose.No matter how poor the old lady was, she would not sell the golden rose. It is said that her lover gave it to her many years ago. It is said that those who own the golden rose will always be happy.At the end of the story, the old lady reacquainted with the painter's son who became rich and lived together.

The war was over, the soldier became a janitor, destitute.One day many years later, the soldier met the girl who had grown up.The girl quarreled with her lover and cried.Soldiers help girls reconcile with lovers.When saying goodbye, the grown-up girl told the soldier that she still remembered the story of the golden rose.

"I don't think that dandy is the one to give you the golden rose," thought the soldier.He had an idea to give the girl a golden rose.Although he couldn't make the girl happy, a golden rose might.

He works in a goldsmith's workshop and brings the dust from the gold workshop back to his home every day, looking for a little bit of gold dust in the dust.He was accumulating gold day after day, and wanted to save enough to make golden roses.

After many years, he did.But because of his old age, he was ashamed to walk in front of that girl back then.In the year when he mustered up the courage to build Qiangwei, he learned that the girl's family had already left that country.Soldiers were drawn from the motivation to live.

When a 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 ribbon.

Babbitt felt like crying when he heard the story.If he still has tear ducts, he should cry.

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

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

　ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)