Chapter 47 suspense landing

The cafe has a glass-doored shed at a fork in a busy street.The seats in the glass-door shed are the most sought-after, because there you can see the blue sky and high-rise buildings when you look up, and the bustling street scene when you look down. With a cup of coffee in hand, you can appreciate the richness and comfort between your eyes.The back room is different, it is full of customers sitting next to you, it is inconvenient to look directly at anyone, you can only glance at them a few times, and let your eyes be empty, thoughtful, without hearing or understanding.For this reason, seats in glass-door sheds tend to be more expensive than back rooms.Today the glass-door shed is being repaired, with a ladder in the middle, and two workers are busy climbing up and down.Therefore, I had to pass sideways and enter the back room.

The back room was crowded with people, and there was a strong aroma. Most of them were reading newspapers and drinking coffee alone, while a few of them were talking with their voices very softly.Therefore, with so many people sitting, I don't feel disturbed. There is a small curved staircase on the left side of the door, which can go up to the second floor.Our goal is very clear, on the second floor, so take the stairs.There are some paintings pasted on the wall along the stairs. When I saw them, I muttered in my heart, how long have they been pasted?Have they seen it? Going upstairs, I saw a small coffee room, about 20 to 30 square meters, with eight guests already seated.I asked the waiter and found out the seat they often sat on, but it happened to be empty, so I sat down in surprise, took the order and ordered coffee.The coffee was served quickly, and he moved the cup to his nose, smiled with satisfaction, and then looked around quietly.

The leaves and sunshine outside the window have never changed, and the sofas and tables in the room are also the same.I suddenly regretted that when I ordered coffee just now, I forgot to ask the waiter which kind they often ordered, and then followed them to share a fragrance with them. I'm talking about them, Saudi and Bova. Then this coffee shop is Cafe De Flore (Cafe De Flore).All Saudi researchers know it, and the citizens of Paris know it. Today, I will solve a suspense. I have known for a long time that Saudi Arabia and Bova often have activities in this cafe.I thought it was a meeting and discussion with some friends, but later I learned that they also wrote here, and many famous books were written in the cafe.

Since it is the place where Saudi Arabia writes, there must be a quieter single room in the cafe, right?But my French friend said, no, it's just an ordinary coffee shop. This makes me wonder.The general coffee shop is crowded with people and it is not quiet. Can you write?Saudi Arabia became famous very early. How many people know him? Can you sit in such a public place without saying hello?After saying hello, can we sit and chat together?In short, if celebrities, famous streets, and famous stores collide, can a masterpiece be produced? In addition, a related problem is that even if you can be undisturbed in a cafe, it is not as good as at home, right?Wouldn't it be easier to think and write with more space and books at home?A generation of scholars and writers like Saudi, who live in a comfortable environment, why do they have to squeeze into a small coffee table every day?

The end of so many question marks is this seat.In France, such a well-known store will hardly be remodeled or refurbished, and always try to keep it as it is, and keep its old atmosphere, which brings convenience for me to find the answer. At this time, several other partners also arrived. They brought photography equipment and prepared to take a good photo of this Saudi studio.Director Liu Lu and program host Wen Diya also came, and decided to ask Wen Diya to do an interview talk show with me, and this became the interview site. Shooting a talk show requires two cameras, and of course two cameramen, as well as lighting and sound recording, so a total of seven or eight people will be squeezed in.The room was originally small, and there were already eight guests seated, and seven or eight more people were added, so the atmosphere changed drastically.That's all, the problem is, these seven or eight partners are in a mess looking for power plugs, pulling wires, turning on bright lights, moving tables, moving cameras, giving orders, and gesticulating. Introducing the scene in front of the camera, and my talk about Saudi Arabia.

I think, today this room is completely ruined by us.I am most sorry for the eight guests who came before us. They were no different from a sudden disaster and had to change places.I couldn't find a French-speaking person to explain the situation to them. I could only apologize to them with my eyes in my seat. However, the scene that surprised me happened. None of them paid attention to us, and they didn't even glance at the corners of their eyes. .The space is so small and the distance is so close, but to them, we seem to be invisible people, but to us, they are invisible people, and the two have nothing to do with each other.

I couldn't help but take another look at these undisturbed people. Counting from the stairs, the first table is two middle-aged men, they have been discussing a blueprint, one sitting, one standing, pointing at the blueprint.After a while, it was changed, the standing one sat down, the sitting one stood up, and bent over to revise the drawing; walking inside, there was an elderly lady sitting by the window, reading a book, There was another book on the table, open.She reads this book, puts it down, and reads that book again, constantly taking turns, and seems very busy; further inside is opposite us, three gentlemen, I can tell at a glance, one is a director, the other is a screenwriter, One is a designer, and there are scripts, design drawings and a stack of photos on the table.The director, bearded and the center of the conversation, is a bit of an Indian.They seem to be stuck in a kind of distress, and haven't figured out a good way yet; there are still a few seats around the corner, where a younger couple, or lovers, are writing something together.First, the man wrote, and the woman looked at it with a smile on the other side. After looking at it, she walked behind the man's back, put her hand on his shoulder, and looked at it again.When she said something, the man stood up, asked her to sit down, and asked her to write.She held the pen and meditated. At this moment, she seemed to have found us, she was a little surprised, took a look, and then lowered her head to write.

Count again, yes, there are a total of eight people, not only were not disturbed by us at all, even if we wanted to interfere, they couldn't interfere.Their demeanor is that there is a strange fragrance and a huge smell, and they have nothing to hear, and the landslides and rivers are overflowing, and they have nothing to see.But they are neither deaf nor blind, neither stupid nor insane. When the waiter adds coffee to them, he is always sensitive immediately, thanking them in time, with bright eyes and elegant faces. We are not familiar with this situation.I said to director Liu Lu, please wait a moment for the talk show, I want to think about it.In fact, where do I want to talk.

We have long been used to, no matter where we stand or sit, we first look at the situation around us, pay attention to the movement around us, and see if there is any bad information or special eyes.We are always ready to pat our old friends on the shoulders and greet each other loudly; we are always ready to avoid stares and dissuade noises;Therefore, even those of us who have long lost excitement about the shooting scene can't imagine how completely indifferent, blind, and acting like no one else is to the shooting scene. what on earth is it? I'm starting to understand a little bit.Perhaps people's sensitivity to the interweek environment is a microcosm of other, larger sensitivities.And these greater sensitivities come from the tradition of individual inability to support themselves, and from the lower estimation of the environmental safety factor.It's a long story, but it's presented in a very emotional way.

The ordinary scene on the street is a profound projection of regional culture, the more ordinary the more profound, today we are also deeply in a kind of contrast. These eight people form four auras, and each aura is introverted and self-sufficient, so they build a circle of walls. This metaphor has been used by Saudi Arabia, and it has also been used to propose a work, but the meaning is different. different.Seven or eight of us came in to get busy, but in fact it just added an aura.They can be so indifferent to the existence of others, in fact, it is precisely the respect for the existence of others.

Respect the legitimacy of the work others are doing, so don't be vigilant; respect the non-interference of other people's work, so don't pay attention; respect the bottom line of civilization that others will inevitably stick to when they work, so don't be wary.All this has become accustomed to them. They can help each other with strangers in wild accidents, and greet each other in public places, but they strictly abide by their respective working conditions and do not pay attention to each other.This is indeed the exact opposite of many people we are familiar with. Those people have no intention of helping and greeting others, but they pay extra attention to their work. The question is, since you build your own aura wall in the coffee shop, why not use the natural wall at home? In fact, the walls of their aura are translucent.They are not ignorant of everything around them, but they have generalized this perception to comprehend the bustling world and grasp the charm of the city.This kind of general perception does not constitute a specific disturbance to them, but it is extremely important to them. It is invisible and tangible, and it has almost become the premise and background of their urban cultural activities. There is an ecological paradox here: living in a busy city and creating tranquility, sticking to oneself and savoring the hustle and bustle, returning to one’s self like all living beings, maintaining nobility and blending into the crowd. This ecological paradox has long been a convention and a tacit understanding, so there is no need to worry about citizens coming here to visit famous artists and form crowds. However, this ecological paradox reminds us of another paradox that is completely reversed.Chinese literati have always advocated that it is better to disperse than to gather. At first glance, it seems that independence is the most important, but although they are separated, they can be seen from afar, and although they are scattered, they are single and convergent.French literati do not look at each other even if they are three or five steps apart, and Chinese literati, even if they are far away and have never met each other, still want to explore the secrets and treasures. Thinking of this, the reason why Saudi Arabia and Bowa often come here is clear.Their demeanor and mood when sitting here are exactly the same as these eight guests.So, my suspense fell to the ground. Stand up and go to the toilet.The toilet is so small that it can only hold a toilet, and there are some paintings on the wall that I think the Saudis have identified countless times. After coming out of the toilet, I greeted the director Liu Lu, and then said to the camera: Besides us, there are eight guests here today. I want to talk about their working status Someone reminded: Saudi Arabia!Saudi! I said, I was talking about Saudi Arabia.