A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 287 The world's literary masters gather together! Make friends with literature and show off to the world! A well-deserved literary feast!
Aura is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it does exist.

When two people with similar auras stand together, they are easily attracted to each other.

Chen Danqing is the type of person who dares to fight and speak.

Jiang Hai is a person who cannot afford to suffer any loss.

I thought that whenever these two people met, they would be at loggerheads and a fierce verbal battle would inevitably break out.

The imagined scene of argument did not occur.

The farewell party was filled with reporters and cameras.

While other writers are talking about their literary creation, understanding of art, and showing off their rich knowledge.

The area near the edge of the center of the venue.

A middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties dressed in a suit and tie, standing next to a young man who looks to be in his early twenties.

In public, the two of them were smoking and talking seriously:

“In my opinion, compared with the Bailey Group, the taste of Zhongnanhai is actually a little lacking.”

"This cigarette doesn't taste smooth."

"If you want a mellower-tasting cigarette, you have to pay more."

Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Chen Danqing took a deep breath of Zhongnanhai in his hand, and then exhaled a thick mist from his mouth:

"I have been smoking this cigarette for more than 40 years. How could I not know whether it is good or not?"

"Do you know what the real Zhongnanhai smoke tastes like? It is specially supplied by the Tobacco Bureau and cannot be bought on the market."

"If you have a chance, come to my old house and I'll give you two packs of special cigarettes for you to try. I'm not bragging, but the cigarettes I treasure at home are so expensive that you can't smoke them even if you have money. You need power to buy them."

Wherever Sleeping Dragon appears, Phoenix Chick will surely appear.

This sentence has basically become a law.

It is hard to imagine that in such a solemn occasion filled with official media, there would be two people, or to be more precise, two writers——

Puffing away smoke in front of the camera without caring about your image?

He is absolutely a weird and unique writer.

Other writers were racking their brains to think about how to make themselves look more impressive in such an important occasion.

But only these two people
The main point is that it lacks class?

Chen Danqing was fine, after all, he was a well-known foul-mouthed intellectual in the literary world, a man who dared to fight people on the street. People had long been accustomed to his strange behavior, just like the words he often said:

“Art is all about pretending.”

"I just like to show off, what's wrong with that?"

This person is a freak, he doesn't need to pay attention to his image.

But you are Jiang Hai.
How can I hang out with this old man?
You still have a bright future.

You are still young.
Without caring about what others thought, Jiang Hai threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside him, then raised his head and looked towards the podium:

"I'll smoke the 15-yuan Liqun."

"I smoke the 100-yuan Zhonghua, too."

"It's just that I'm probably used to a hard life. Whether it's special cigarettes or high-priced cigarettes, I personally still prefer to smoke ordinary cigarettes that cost more than ten yuan a pack. Smoking too good cigarettes will make my throat burn. Maybe I was born without a rich life?"

"You should keep those cigarettes for yourself."

Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Chen Danqing's eyes showed a hint of appreciation:

"Good boy, I like you."

If one were to use a word to describe Chen Hanying's current state, that word would probably be——

stunned!

From childhood to adulthood, she had never met her uncle, so how could he show such admiration for a writer?
Looking at the domestic literary scene, there are almost no writers that he thinks highly of?

In the words of Chen Danqing:

"I want to pretend, but I don't dare to pretend."

"Tell me, are these a bunch of hypocrites?"

But the only case was with Jiang Hai. Not only did he not quarrel with him, but the two of them even had an unusually harmonious chat?
This made Chen Hanying very surprised:

"My uncle, could it be that he has changed his personality?"

In the class, some people were called top students by the teachers, some were called good boys by the teachers, but Jiang Hai was the only one that the teachers always mentioned.
Very few students.

Obviously, Chen Danqing also received the same treatment in the literary circle. He was not well-received, and he was also the subject of discussion among the famous people around him.
some people?
Seeing Jiang Hai walk into the venue, Liu Zhenyun, who had met Jiang Hai before, took the initiative to walk up to him and introduced him to the celebrities and masters of today's literary world:

"Come to Jianghai, let me introduce you. This is Teacher Jia. Old Jia is very accomplished in local literature. I think you two can communicate more. I think your book "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" has some flavor of Chinese local literature in it."

"This is Chairman Tie Ning. He left Suzhou in a hurry last time and didn't have time to introduce him to you."

Interactions between people are determined by values.

Whether it is economic value or emotional value, only if you can continuously provide value to others, things like family affection or friendship can be maintained.

Some people cannot be praised.

But some people cannot be suppressed.

For example, Jia Qianqian, the daughter of Lao Jia, joined the Writers Association and got many opportunities to publish poems and collections of works under Lao Jia's deliberate care.

But even so, despite all her efforts, Jia Qianqian still failed to become famous in the literary world.

But look at Jiang Hai, who came from a humble background, and when no one was optimistic about him, he was able to create miracles time and time again?
Even at this age, he is not only known as the "No. 1 in the Contemporary Youth Literature World", but also...
Can he still be ranked alongside these old guys who have been famous for a long time?
This made many writers at the scene want to make friends with him.

"The young are to be feared, they are truly to be feared."

Talented people are easily appreciated no matter where they go.

Jiang Hai did not have any of the arrogance and impetuousness that young people have. Instead, he lowered his posture and took the initiative to shake hands with the writer who came over to say hello to him:
"I should learn from my predecessors"

Just when everyone was curious and wanted to get to know more about such a handsome young man like Jiang Hai.

The etiquette lady who was responsible for maintaining order in the venue walked up to the crowd with a bright smile on her face:
"Dear teachers, the departure ceremony is now officially underway."

This time, the Chinese writers' delegation went to France to carry out cultural exchanges with the French writers' delegation.

On the one hand, at the national level, both China and France are interested in strengthening their ties with each other, so they want to emulate the Ping-Pong Diplomacy between China and the United States in the past and have a literary communication and exchange.

On the other hand, Western literature
I really want to have an ideological collision with the Chinese literary world!

Even though there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts.

But often words are the best reflection of ideology and the state of mind among the people.

Literature has always been at the forefront of the changes of the times.

Throughout history, what happens when writers come together?
Of course, it is to recite poems, paint and cultivate sentiments.
But it is obvious that this method of the ancients does not work with foreigners, after all, foreigners cannot understand Chinese characters.

If you can't express your thoughts through poetry or painting, what else can you use to show your level as a writer?
Of course, the only thing I can do is write a book.
"So, Mr. Liu, what you mean is," Jiang Hai stood in front of the stage and took a photo with the writers, while looking thoughtfully at Liu Zhenyun beside him, "This time, we are sent to France, and we have more than just diplomatic responsibilities."

"More importantly, we can also communicate and exchange ideas with writers from other countries in the form of writing?"

"If it's just simple diplomacy, how could we stay there for two months? And how could we create such a big scene?" Liu Zhenyun smiled and waved to the reporters in front of him, while explaining to Jiang Hai, "We will live in France for two months. During these two months——"

“The International Federation of Literary and Art Circles will issue an independent proposition to the writer delegations from China, France, Britain, Japan, South Korea and the United States.”

"Then, the writers' delegations from various countries will create their own works based on this proposition."

Originally, I thought I was just here to join in the fun.

But after a detailed investigation, Jiang Hai discovered
It seems that things are far from as simple as imagined?
First of all, this mission represents the face of the country, so one must restrain oneself and be careful when traveling abroad.

Secondly, you have to write articles and publish books based on the impromptu topics given by the other party?
Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment. He felt like he was being tricked.
"Is it too late for me to go back now?"

"Now that we are here, let's make the best of it." Liu Zhenyun smiled at him calmly, "Don't be so pessimistic."

"Although it sounds difficult, this may be an opportunity for you."

The two were talking.

In front of the national flag, a reporter from CCTV held a camera and waved to the line of more than 30 writers who represented the top level of Chinese literature:
"Everyone, look over here!"

"Before we leave, let me take a photo for you all."

click-

With the flash of light,

The host, wearing a cheongsam, walked straight to the stage and announced to everyone present:
"The first Chinese writers' exchange group to France is now departing"

In fact, Jiang Hai has always felt that airplanes are something mysterious.

Although the accident rate of airplanes has always been claimed to be one in one million and two hundred thousand, the probability of an accident is so small that it is rare. It is the safest and least accident-prone means of transportation in the world, without a doubt.

But Jiang Hai always feels
This thing is actually not as safe as imagined?

For Jiang Hai, the probability of a plane crash is not one in 1.2 million, it is only one in half.

Why one half?

The answer is actually simple.

Since he boarded the plane and it took off, he faced only two situations:

Either come down and land safely.

Or, it is like a roc that soars up to 90,000 miles.
If anything goes wrong, he might even have a hard time collecting all the skin fragments?
The straight-line distance between Beijing and Paris is about 8200 kilometers, but please note that this is only the straight-line distance.

If you take into account factors such as route, terrain, weather, etc., the flight distance may be different, precisely because there are too many unvariable factors -

The flight, which was originally scheduled to take eleven hours, took fourteen hours to arrive.

The special flight that Jiang Hai took was not until 16: in the afternoon. After a fourteen-hour flight, it arrived in Europe on time at six in the morning. On the way, it went through a series of line changes, reorganization, rest and meals.

By the time the special plane officially arrived in Paris, it was already twelve o'clock noon.

"Beijing's time zone is Eastern Time Zone 8." Jiang Hai looked at his watch as he slowly walked out of the airport with his luggage. "Paris' time zone is Eastern Time Zone 1."

"Using international units, the time in Paris is seven hours behind that in Beijing. If we convert twelve o'clock in Paris to Beijing time, it should be the same in China now."

"Five o'clock in the morning?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Hai couldn't wait to take out his cell phone and made a harassing call to the fat man who was still sleeping:

"Wake up, Fatty, wake up!"

"It's five o'clock in the morning, hurry up and pee"

Seeing this scene, the staff around couldn't help but start to complain silently in their hearts:

"You must be the long-lost brother of King Gou Jian of Yue, Zeng (Zhen) Jian."

Perhaps because he was young, Jiang Hai did not feel very tired along the way, and the long journey did not make him feel exhausted.

On the contrary, he felt energized.

“I am full of energy now.”

The bodies of young people cannot be generalized to those of old people.

When we were young, many people could stay in an Internet cafe for two or three nights in a row without any problem. They could spend the first night in an Internet cafe and go to school as usual the next day.

But everyone is past middle age.
Don’t even mention staying up all night. If you stay up all night, you’ll have to wait seven or eight days.

The members of the Chinese writers' delegation are generally older, and after more than ten hours of travel, most of them feel tired, both physically and mentally.

You can rest even on the plane.
But sleeping on a plane is never as comfortable as sleeping on a bed.

Based on this, the first reaction of most people after getting off the plane is:

"I have to go back and have some rest."

Jiang Hai's vigor and vitality formed a sharp contrast with the distracted looks of the people around him.

Jiang Hai had been on a flight for more than ten hours, but after getting off the plane he was still stuffing fried dough sticks into his mouth while pushing his suitcase around the airport.

This made the people around him sigh:

"It's good to be young."

The staff member sent by the French Consulate to welcome the Chinese writers' delegation was a blond foreigner with a sturdy build and elegant temperament, who looked like an English gentleman at first glance.

The moment everyone got off the plane, this elegantly dressed foreigner suddenly appeared in front of them.

He speaks fluent Chinese:

"Welcome to France, I am John Jason, the tour guide for this Chinese writers delegation."

After saying this, he called out to the entourage behind him:
"Ivanka, Smith."

"Please contact the airport staff and have everyone's luggage shipped to the hotel."

As far as Jiang Hai knows, this time the delegation of writers from various countries came to France for exchange, and no one knows why.

The specifications are surprisingly high!
Needless to say, the Chinese writers' delegation is already the most outstanding group of writers in the Chinese literary world today. If anything happens to the special plane today, the children will have to memorize dozens less articles in their future Chinese textbooks, from texts to poems.

Just from this Japanese writers delegation, Jiang Hai learned on the plane that from the young generation to the old generation, whether it is the writer Haruki Murakami, who is famous in the current literary world, or Higashino Keigo, who is known as the god of Japanese mystery, or Kishi Yusuke, who has a great reputation in the horror novel world.
These are novelists and writers who are quite famous in the Asian literary world and even in the world literary world.
Why did they all come to France at the same time?

"The horror novel "The Thirteenth Personality" by Kishi Yusuke is a classic. To this day, many mystery script shops have begun to use the settings in his novel for secondary creation."

Jiang Hai is searching in his mind for personal information about Japanese horror novelist Kishi Yusuke.

Suddenly, a group of enthusiastic people ran in from outside the airport and rushed directly to the boarding gate on the other side.

As they ran, they shouted:

"JK Rowling, she's here too."

(End of this chapter)