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Chapter 163 Introverted Loneliness



Chapter 163 Introverted Loneliness

When Yan Zhi saw the news, he didn't care at all. The best version of this book must be the one from the Southern Kingdom. The culture of this book belongs to the Southern Kingdom. In comparison, it has a higher status in the Southern Kingdom.

Of course, Xia Guo's sales will not be bad. Yan Zhi remembers that this book was ranked in the top ten sales every year in his previous life, and it seems to be one of the commonly recommended books by high school Chinese teachers.

But in a few days, "One Hundred Years of Solitude" was successfully published in Xia Kingdom, and Yan Zhi also participated in the promotional activities.

During the meeting, a reporter asked why a foreign name was used. Yan Zhi also stated that it was written according to the southern country, so he used a foreign name.

Afterwards, someone was the first to review the book online.

[Although I don't understand why Yan Zhi uses such a long and complicated name, I respect Yan Zhi.I read this book twice.]

If there is one, there are two. When the Internet where comments spring up like mushrooms, some traditional writers also pop up, a circle that Yan Zhi has never set foot in.

A person who has won a literary award expressed his opinion: [If I remember correctly, this should be regarded as Yan Zhi's first traditional novel, but I was extremely shocked that he could write so well.

Look at the first sentence: Many years later, when Colonel Aureliano Buendía stood in front of the firing squad, he would definitely think of that distant afternoon when his father took him to visit the ice cubes.

When you first read this sentence, don’t you think it’s nothing special?In fact, he returned to the most original writing and created a brand new technique. The time of this sentence includes the past, present and future three time periods, which has never happened before.
If it weren't for the lack of time, I think Yan Zhi's level is already worthy of being a master. 】

Many people realize that this is Yan Zhi's first time writing traditional literature, if the fairy tale "The Little Prince" is excluded.

Some netizens directly asked: "So Yan Zhi already has the status of a master?" 】

Masters are the top group of people in any field, especially in the literary field.

Marquez, the author of One Hundred Years of Solitude, is known as the only literary master in the latter half of the [-]th century, before Hemingway.

At the end of the twentieth century in Yan Zhi’s previous life, Marquez visited his country and saw his pirated books everywhere in the bookstore, and finally said angrily: “I will not authorize the publication of my works for 150 years, especially "" One Hundred Years of Solitude."

But the introduction was still successful in the end, stemming from a letter: Just as you shouted affectionately "Master——!" across the street in Paris to pay tribute to your idol Hemingway, we are shouting with all our strength across the Pacific Ocean "Master——" salutes you.We're sure that if you heard it, you'd wave your hand like Hemingway and yell, "Hello, friend!"

Maybe it really made Marquez think of himself back then, so things took a turn for the better.

The title of master is very rare in the literary world, so when someone popularized it, netizens were very shocked.

Each of them is a name from a textbook, and it is often a name that came out in decades, which makes this evaluation even more surprising.

[He seems to be only 20 years old, if I remember correctly? 】

[Didn't it mean that writers need rich experience and experience?Why is it so easy for Yan Zhi? 】

It is estimated that the questions of these netizens reached the point, and the writer answered these questions: [On the question of age, I can only say that God has descended to earth.

Writers do generally need a wealth of experience and experience, including the literary masters we are familiar with, and many people's promotion of literature also comes from the later period.But obviously it doesn't apply to Yan Zhi. At the same time, I expect Yan Zhi to write better books. 】

God has descended to earth, this evaluation is simply ridiculously high.

But when Yan Zhi saw it, he laughed for a moment. Let alone this evaluation, it might be true, the system is really a god.

Liu Yuyan stayed in her dormitory, slowly closing the book, she had her own feelings,
She had bought this book for several days and read it many times.

She once heard her teacher say that traditional writers like to incorporate the wisdom of their lives into their works, and the works will reflect his thoughts very well.

And she hopes to find a different Yan Zhi from it, especially when she is alone and has the same thoughts as she once had.

She kept flipping through it, and sometimes she would copy it into the book when she saw interpretations on the Internet that were the same as her own.

She had never taken so many notes, and almost every page of the book was marked.

After a long time, Liu Yuyan let out a long breath, smoothed out the folds of the book, and carefully placed it under her pillow.

You guessed it right, it is indeed loneliness, and it should not be called loneliness, it should be called loneliness.

"Is it really lonely?" She muttered, "Why lonely? Haven't I made many friends? Is it because of genius?"

She was puzzled, and she opened the computer by the window, which contained various records, including articles that had been collected.

She kept flipping through it, hoping to find some clues from it.

She found that she was getting a little sick, but she wanted to have fun with it.

Yan Zhi naturally saw what was said about him on the Internet, and he lay on his bed with a chuckle.

Master?
He remembers that this title is usually only given when you are old or after your death.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on the bedside, calculated it, and murmured, "A hundred years? This year seems to be 100 years."

I don't know how long it took, he sat up like a biological clock, walked to the piano room, and played the piano.

His fingers were not originally long, and sometimes it was difficult to play long-span syllables. Perhaps he had been playing too much recently, and his fingers had become like those of a piano player.

After practicing a few etudes, he went to eat in a daze.

It's normal for him to feel uncomfortable in every possible way, and he will be like this after a while, but usually he solves it by sleeping.

"Boss, I want to go back?" Yu Ping suddenly said at the dinner table.

"Go back?" Yan Zhi asked suspiciously, "You want to resign?"

"No." Yu Ping waved his hands again and again: "I have a grave at home, and I want to sweep it every ten years."

Yan Zhi asked: "So you scanned it ten years ago?"

"No, I scanned it once three years ago."

"..."

After Yan Zhi listened to the Fu forehead, he asked after a while, "Then how many days will you go back this time?"

"About a month."

"Then I can't go anywhere this month?"

The limelight of "Little Apple" hasn't passed yet, without Yu Ping, who will stand in his way?
"It doesn't matter, boss. It's time for you to train new people. Although the few in the company are not as good as me, they are still very good."

"Are you going to quit?"

Is Yu Ping dying for a newcomer and an old man?

"I can quit if I can be a little president."

"..."

(End of this chapter)


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