Chapter 16 fifteen

(I've got to quit drinking, I think. I've got to stay sober and write an original novel a different one. Although most of the magazines in Hong Kong are commercial, they're not as good as some What I say is so dirty. Most of the magazines and newspapers’ selection standards focus on the commercial value of the work itself; but there are still places where works with real artistic value can be published. Therefore, I must quit drinking. I must cheer up Get up and write a different novel. When I was in school, I had already written experimental novels. I tried to write a revolution in a mountain village in a cross-sectional way; I tried to write in a way close to sensualism A White Russian woman struggled to survive on the side of Xiafei Road; I tried to write about the absurdity of Emperor Sui Yang with the feelings of modern people; but today, I gave up the efforts of these years, followed others, and capitalized his flying sword trick. I'm sorry for myself. I'm sorry for myself. I'm sorry for myself.)

Over the years, there are two novels that I plan to write. One, use a million words to express the survival experience of a group of small people in a big era, using psychological analysis methods, writing about the Northern Expedition, writing about national disasters, writing about the War of Resistance, writing about the Civil War, and writing about Hong Kong.This book is planned to be divided into ten parts, and the first part is titled "The Sedan Chair".When I lived in Singapore, one-third of "The Sedan Chair" had been written, but because of poverty and illness, I stopped writing it.

Two, write a unique novella composed of three spaces, depicting a woman's heart from three different angles. (Which one should I start writing first? It will take too long to continue writing "The Sedan Chair", life is not stable, and it may not be sure to finish the novel. The main condition for writing a unique novella: the structure must be very strict. Uneasy mood, many loopholes, and little hope of success.) Looking at the ceiling, there is a spider weaving a web.Spiders are ugly, and they are not pleasing to the eye.It was mucusing, climbing up and down, and seemed never to tire.

(Every attempt will fail, I think. Without failed attempts, there will be no success. I should have the courage to make a bold attempt at this time. Although Hong Kong is a very commercial society; But it also produced scholars like Jao Tsung-i.) I jumped out of bed and began to draw up a preliminary outline.This is a novel of structure, and if it is not organized, it will be in vain. Frenzy is not a nutrient, hunger cannot stretch its long arms.After four hours, I found that the outline was not easy to draw up.Although modern novels do not need plot twists and turns; however, the intertwining of details requires a clear mind; like knitting a sweater requires nimble fingers.

There is a knock on the door. It turned out to be a charter woman. I cooked a bowl of rice for you, she said. Walking into the living room, I found a bowl of fried rice, a plate of lo mei and a bottle of whiskey on the round table. Unable to stop the hesitation in his heart, unable to distinguish between joy and sorrow, he squinted his eyeballs and cast a casual glance.The wine cabinet, which was empty last night, is now full of wine bottles. The will of steel was finally thrown into the furnace.Unable to resist the temptation of wine, I am still a vulgar thing in the world. For a glass of wine, the devil bought my soul.That row of wine is equivalent to bait, and hungry fish are bound to take the bait.Then I saw a dire crisis.Two different kinds of hunger are doing a fair deal.

Everything is wonderfully complex, including human thoughts and desires.After I drank my first glass of wine, I wanted a second. Thoughts turn into mud, which cannot be wiped off with soap.Fanatic jumped out of the wine glass, drunk. The charter woman is insulted and damaged, but she has a charming smile.In the black cave, the lamp was blown out by the strong wind when the weak asked for help.Then I heard some strange sounds, which turned out to be the symphony composed by a madman. It's fine whiskey, she said. Yes, yes, I am willing to be a slave to wine. There is no ideal.hopeless.no ambition.There is no sorrow.Not vigilant.

Ideal for swimming in a wine glass.Hope to swim in a wine glass.Ambition swims in a wine glass.Sorrow swims in a wine glass.Be wary of swimming in a wine glass. a cup.two cups.three cups.Four cups.five cups. I no longer know myself, and the soul and the body begin to exchange.The charter woman's teeth are as white as shells.The charter woman's eyes narrowed into a line. (Only a fool would be willing to talk about a literary revolution at this time, I think. Literature is not wine. Literature is poison. The more people read, the lonelier they are. Someone is still sweating, a seedling has just grown in the desert, It is about to be pulled out by the rotten. Only a fool is willing to talk about artistic conscience at this time. Many people have too many dirty thoughts in their minds.)

The rigidity of the man is murdered, and everything is chaotic, even more emotional, like a five-year-old boy's pencil drawing.The image of tomorrow has too much blue, and the lines of the music have become very thin. The trumpet suddenly swallowed the beggar's sobs. The charter woman went to close the glass window, opened her mouth, deliberately showing off her white teeth.Elvis Presley's voice contains a lot of infectious germs, even the middle-aged mistresses are reluctant to turn off the radio at this time. There is no paved road to the dream, it's just a ladder of images.When a sigh is caught between the fingers of the violin, the dimple is not yet old.

There is a yellow fish swimming in her pupils. (I must forget the painful memory; let the painful memory become a balloon in the child's hand, let go, slowly rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise to an unknown space.) (I must abandon the desire for extravagance; let the desire for extravagance become the petals on the tree, when the wind blows, the branches sway, and fall on the water, slowly flowing forward, flowing forward, flowing forward, flowing forward to an unknown place.) (I must obliterate my conscience, let my conscience become the composition of the painter's brush, a wrong stroke, destroy the whole picture, angrily paint it with black, add a layer, add a layer, add a layer, add a layer, add a layer of black So that people can't see a trace.)

I close my eyes. Two glass bottles appear in the fantasy. However, she said she also saw two glass bottles.This is impossible, although the umbrella will also reject the aggression of the sun. what colour?I asked. One is purple; one is blue. What I saw was two blue bottles. This is strange. Do you see what's inside? Both bottles are the solution of love.And you? I only see wine. why don't you open your eyes Open your eyes, there are two glasses of brandy in front of you.I don't know how many glasses I've had; yet that's not the stuff that makes happiness.I am not happy.

(I'll never be happy in this society, I think.) Although he was seven percent drunk, he was still three percent sober.I was afraid of the charterer, so I hurried out, never wanting to know whether the two bottles were filled with love or wine?So I went into a movie theater, sat in the dark, and fell into a drowsy sleep.After going to bed, I had a dream about God who was not working on Saturdays.Someone shook my shoulder, and it was time for me to wake up.Out of the theater, the night fell.Getting lost in the neon jungle makes your head hurt. Thinking of money, he made a phone call to Mo Yu: Was looking for you, he said.Come across the sea at once, I'll wait for you in Grand. Sitting on the ferry, the fire started to sear my heart.A newborn hope is like Genie in the magic lamp, from a very small shape to a very large one in an instant. The ferry is extremely slow.The ferry is like a snail.Passengers on the ferry all had a calm attitude. There is an aircraft carrier in the sea, which is very large.But it doesn't interest me. The lights of thousands of houses in Kowloon are much more beautiful than the stars in the sky.But it doesn't interest me. There was a young woman on the ferry, very nicely dressed, but she couldn't interest me. The ferry arrived at Jordan Road Pier, hired a taxi, and drove straight to the Grand Hotel. Mo Yu was already sitting on the window seat, and when he saw me, he immediately put on a flattering smile.Mo Yu is not a person who likes to smile.Sit down and ask the waiter for a cup of coffee. When it came to the script, Mo Yu's attitude was very serious, and he didn't speak immediately. His face suddenly changed into a very embarrassing expression, which didn't look like joy or guilt, which didn't mean anything at all.He kept puffing smoke, trying to hide his embarrassment with smoke. Failure is the mother of success, so don't lose heart, he said.Anyway, the company has drawn up a production increase plan, and there will be many opportunities in the future. As long as you are determined, you will eventually be able to enter the film industry sooner or later.In fact, what the film industry lacks the most is screenwriting talent.In the past, due to the scarcity of scripts, our boss once intentionally changed the stories of Japanese films into Chinese characters and Chinese customs, and then re-made them; now, because audiences never get tired of watching period films, the script shortage problem has finally been solved in half.I said half of the solution, of course, is the subject matter. As for the talent to do the adaptation work, there is still a shortage.In order to cooperate with the production increase plan, the company always hopes to bring up some new people.Since you are determined to change careers, you must not be discouraged because a script is not well written.In fact, if I were the boss, I'd love to make a film of artistic merit.It's a pity that I am not the boss; and the boss's views are often different from ours, so Without waiting for him to finish speaking, I walked out of the Grand Hotel. (What kind of world is this? I think. The quality of an article depends on whether it has a business eye; the quality of a movie is the same. In the eyes of utilitarians, literature and art are just a layer of sugar coating with poison.)