Chapter 29 Twenty-eight

For several days, Homen didn't come to see me.I had called him once and he wasn't home.After my "Pan Jinlian as a Chartered Woman" was published, it was very popular; a newspaper whose sales were declining sent someone to contact me, saying that it was planning to revise it recently, and hoped that I could write a similar "Pan Jinlian" for them. A new story like "Be a Chartered Woman".Of course, I am not proud of this development, but for the sake of money, I am somewhat happy.To write this kind of text is to manufacture commodities.Every commodity must have a price.So I asked him:

How to calculate the manuscript fee? He put on a flattering smile, and then replied in an almost apologetic tone: We are a loss-making newspaper, so we can’t afford big money. For the time being, we can only pay ten yuan per thousand characters. After this revision, if readers respond well, we can increase it to twelve yuan per thousand characters. That's a pretty fair price, and I agreed.Someone asked me: Can we start posting tomorrow. OK. What about the subject matter? What do you want me to write about? We have only one principle: the more yellow the better, do not violate laws and regulations within the possible range.

This is not easy to do. We understand, we understand, in short, a little skill, when describing the action, don't go too far. I will say no more.The man immediately took out a hundred-yuan bill from his briefcase, and said with a smile: This is the order of the president, and it is not enough to pay, just to show respect. I take the bill.he's gone.Before going out, he repeated one sentence: Tomorrow I will send someone to pick up the manuscript. OK Immediately after he left, I locked myself in the room.Sitting at the desk, took out the pen and manuscript paper, and prepared to write a new story.

(What to write? I think. There are not many whores in old novels. The wife of Fang Shanmin in "Killing Son News", Huiyin in "Furong Cave", and Tian in "Butterfly Dream" are all bad women, pick one at random Write, don't worry about having no articles to do. But Fang's wife, Huiyin, and even Tian's are not well-known to ordinary people. If you want to write well, you must choose a famous woman like Pan Jinlian. Diao Liu's story is a story of women and children. As we all know, choosing her as the central character in the new story will definitely be popular.)

Decided to write Diao Liu. The title is: "Diao Liu's World".It is written that Diao Liu went to a bar in Wan Chai to be an international belly because of sexual hunger.Others take the international route in order to make a living, Diao Liu's purpose is only to satisfy certain aspects.In this way, the article has something to do, trying to exaggerate the sexual behavior between Diao Liu and a sailor, saying that she is famous and has become the queen of the bar. When any warship arrives, Diao Liu has the busiest business. This is something that hurts. In order to live, I have to write.

I drank two glasses of wine and wrote 5,000 words in three hours.Get dressed and go out for a good dinner; have a few glasses of wine in the meantime. My emotions are mixed. Sometimes, when I think that I can get the protection of life by relying on pornographic novels, I feel a sense of security. Sometimes, re-reading "Pan Jinlian as a Chartered Woman" and "The World of Diao Liu" published in the newspaper, it is inevitable not to accept the condemnation of conscience. (Who can understand me? I think. I can’t even understand myself. A lover of literature and art suddenly gives up serious literary and artistic work to write pornographic texts, which is equivalent to a woman from a good family suddenly abandoning her moral concepts and going outside to do something impossible. tell people.)

(Who can understand me? I think. The reality is cruel. If you don’t have money to pay rent, you have to sleep on the street; if you don’t have money to buy food, you will starve to death. It is not a problem to be a book stall, to be a dancer class, or to edit a newspaper; only a lover of literature and art cannot rely on popular writing to support himself.) (Authors who have written popular texts will always be excluded from the door of literature!) (An author who has written popular texts is like a girl who stumbled, and this stain will never be washed away!) (So ​​those writers who wrote about me having spent eighteen springs; those who wrote about the blue sky; those who wrote about everything about me that belongs to you; those who wrote about what happened to me last night Writers who see you in their dreams claim literature for themselves, put on the face of nouveau riche, cocky, and decide that other people's efforts are wasted.)

(Actually, when did Hong Kong have refined literary works? Those "Youth Corner"-style magazines are full of vulgar new stereotypes; new poems are indistinguishable from contemporary songs; novels can't even understand words; prose is always a vagrant Or what my teacher did. As for the so-called literary theory! Don’t worry about it.) (I should have some wine.) Walk to the Great Hall, and after two glasses of brandy at the bar, make a phone call to Mehman: Interested in coming for a drink?I asked. Not available. what are you busy with? Edited "Avant-Garde Literature".

Still haven't given up on that idea? I am willing to continue to be a fool! With a click, the phone was disconnected.He returned to his seat and lit a cigarette.Smoke rings contain the smell of alcohol, wandering in space, unpredictable and unpredictable.In front of them was a pair of young Europeans, facing each other silently, not talking to each other. (Eyes are the language of love, I think.) The entire auditorium was filled with a strong smell of onions, and a group of fans in front of the billboard suddenly burst into giggles.There are dance performances from Europe in the concert hall, and gentlemen and ladies pretend to be art connoisseurs in the great hall.I needed a little buzz, so I ordered another brandy.There is green smoke everywhere, and laughter plays hide-and-seek in the green smoke.Terrible laughter does not represent joy.Feelings rain down and turn into mad masterpieces in Nightmare.If you don't get seventy-six-thirds of happiness, only wine is good.Then, a pair of familiar eyes appeared in front of him.

Long time no see you, Zhang Lili said. Zhang Lili is wearing a squirrel's shawl, and her face is covered with too much makeup, one part is white and the other is red, much like a Huadan on the stage. one person?I asked. No, I came with my husband. you are married? Um. Where is your husband? She pointed out, and there was a fat middle-aged man standing not far away, with a kind face, as if she had seen him before. Very familiar. Yes, you have.He is the mill owner. The owner of the mill who hired gangsters to beat me up? It was him. you marry him? Yes. Why?Why marry him? he has money.

(Money is the king of everything. I think. Money is the devil. Its power is greater than gods especially in a society like Hong Kong) After Lili walked into the concert hall, I asked the waiter for another glass of brandy. One drink, another.Then I knew I had to go home.Leaving the "Great Hall", I was groping for Yang Lu's chest in the dark.Yang Lu laughed loudly, like a bell blowing by the wind.The hunter has ambition, but lost his way in the miasma-filled jungle.Money buys love.Make money with love.It was purely a transaction; but not like a business.I am afraid of getting along with Yang Lu; because I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself. Emotions have not yet been paralyzed, and Rose is attacked by Five Fingers.The person who betrayed his love; also had very complicated feelings. Vermilion lips and diamond-like eyes. How many men's arrogance has been conquered by her eyes?Who knew that little cherry mouth could actually devour food? I've fallen in love with you, she said. This is a sugar-coated lie.I would rather use my own ignorance to explain.I admit that life is always manipulated by an unknown force. In Yang Lu's eyes, I am the ladder in the storage room. In front of Yang Lu, I am a hero. Darkness is like fertilizer, fertilizing desires to maturity.It's winter now, and it's best to cut a piece of spring warmth with a long knife. Exchange her devotion with enthusiasm.Print her lips with her lips.Treat her as a whore, and I'm a hero; treat her as a lover, and I'm pitiably small. I am two animals: one is me; the other is a beast. Has Yang Lu heard Stravinsky's "Firebird"?Has Yang Lu read Miro's "The Woman and the Bird Under the Moon"?Has Yang Lu read Bruton's "The Little Cherry Tree Confronting the Hare"? Love knows no bounds. When the river flows into the sea, migratory birds always look for companions to fly south.Naughty children often go to the mountains to pick wild flowers and put them in vases on the table. Love knows no bounds. The stubbornness of a tree is no match for the leisurely flow of water.The ghost is terrorized by itself in the dark.The mysterious voyage, the dance of the soul that even the night moon can't shine. Love knows no bounds. The erhu can be played with the violin; but God's arrangement is always so ingenious.Flaubert and Joyce cannot meet, and the butterfly mocks the grasshopper for not being able to fly high. Love knows no bounds. Mandarin Duck is what both sexes need.Darkness becomes the loveliest light; though darkness is not light. Love knows no bounds. Yang Lu used the tip of her tongue to represent thousands of words, everything was extremely absurd but quite reasonable. Shall we go out for supper?she asked. Yang Lu is a lovely woman, although like a bus, everyone can take it; but she is still lovely. During supper, my heart becomes an undefended city.Yang Lu attacked with a smile and flattery, I only drink before surrendering. The world is like a huge kaleidoscope, turning around, turning around, there are different messes. The dots and lines of history.One, two, three, four on Yang Lu's face.The moon has only one color: wine is no different from water. (Yang Lu looks like a cat, I think. I am an admirer of cats. Can a man and a cat marry? The answer must be: a man and a dog cannot marry. Cats are cunning. Dogs are more honest. But everyone hates dogs . Fortunately, Yang Lu looks like a cat. And I am an admirer of cats.) Thoughts are as chaotic as weeds in the crevices of rocks. Thoughts are extremely chaotic, like a fish slipping through the net. Thoughts are extremely chaotic, like stars. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.All I know is that I'm holding a glass of wine in my hand.Then, the wine glass suddenly disappeared.I see a door. Door.The entrance of all desires.Crazy ingredients.Continuation of human lifeline. When the lights are turned off, darkness reigns supreme.