Vol 4 Chapter 133: 1 sheet of white paper

You may have misunderstood what I meant," Zhang Hengdao, "I asked for writing, not to be the second one, but to use these skills to write my own story. "
Hemingway seemed a little surprised when he heard this, "Listen to what you mean, besides me, do you plan to ask many people for advice?"
"Why, is there any taboo in this?"
"That's not true. In fact, most people in this manor hope that their writing style can be accepted by more peers, especially the younger generation of creators. Literature itself is passed down from generation to generation. Those of us, each generation In fact, they all stood on the shoulders of their predecessors, tiptoed and then touched upwards, but..."
Hemingway changed his words, "But the people who can come to this manor are all authors who have formed their own style. In other words, everyone has found their own way. Generally speaking, unless there is something serious in the middle. Change, otherwise, everyone will walk the same way to the end. This is why I said before that I don't want to teach you. After all, discussing and communicating is one thing, and learning is another.
Hemingway paused, "And my personal style is too strong, I am worried that it will affect your path, not to mention that you plan to ask other people for advice. I can understand your feelings when you just came here. In fact, you It’s not the first person to have this plan. After all, it’s rare to have a place where the most capable writing people in the world can gather together, and the unevenness in it will affect you deeply and even lead you. Those who have embarked on the road of literature, but if they are deceived by this and abandon their own path, they will lose more than the gains."
Hemingway is not a nosy person. In fact, if it weren’t for Zhang Heng’s good marksmanship, he would be willing to come out to hunt with him on the big night without saying a word, and he was also very temperamental to him during the time he got along. Too lazy to say so many things to point each other.
However, what he didn't expect was that Zhang Heng's simple sentence was exchanged for his painstaking advice, "I haven't figured out my way."
"..."
Hemingway choked on this sentence for half a minute, and then said, "Didn’t you have published a book and achieved good results? Although you do look very young, there is no shortage of young people in this line. Genius, no, it should be said that it is because you are young enough that you can be invited into this manor to prove your talent."
"Actually, it was completely an accident that I could come in." Zhang Heng told the truth, "If the composition for the college entrance examination is not counted, I haven't written any stories."
"A blank piece of paper." Hemingway showed a strange expression on his face. "If you didn't lie, kid, then the next thing will become very interesting."
"Where is it interesting?"
Hemingway didn't answer Zhang Heng's question this time, and said to himself, "From today onwards, I will hunt with me every Wednesday and Saturday, and teach me how to shoot as accurately as you."
"Uh, I'm not sure if I have enough time, and as I said before, I can't get much fun from hunting." Zhang Heng said.
"You have to have enough time, because this is the tuition fee you need to pay for learning writing with me, and it's not just me. I will also bring my friends to teach you. At the banquet in Paris, I saw The vast majority of them are idiots, but it is undeniable that there are also a few real guys, and some of them have come to this villa. Besides, I stayed here for so long, although not very Participating in group activities, I also made a few new friends, but the rest of the people in the villa have to rely on your own efforts."
"Thank you." Zhang Heng was originally just trying it out, but he didn't expect that not only Hemingway agreed, but he also had extra gains. Not to mention the author Hemingway knew in the villa, but only what he called a solid friend in Paris, Zhang Heng. If I remember correctly, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald was among them.
This man’s life is very sad. He was trapped by love. He died of illness in Los Angeles at the age of 44, but no one could deny his unparalleled talent. Haruki Murakami highly praised him and mentioned it several times in "Norwegian Forest". "The Great Gatsby" is the most worth reading.
Unlike his friend Hemingway's concise and straightforward words, Fitzgerald's rhetoric is beautiful, and every sentence is as elegant as poetry and has a profound charm. If you learn rhetoric, there is no better teacher than Fitzgerald.
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It was late at night when Zhang Heng returned to the mansion, and the conscientious Hobbit housekeeper was still waiting for him with an oil lamp at the door.
Seeing him back, he handed him a key with the room number printed on it, and then led him all the way to the front of the room.
Zhang Heng inserted the key into the keyhole, opened the door, and found that it was a suite, with a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a study room facing the garden where you can write and read. .
What surprised Zhang Heng even more was that the decoration and design inside were all in the style of the 21st century. In addition to the computer he had called for Gaim before, there were game consoles and projectors inside, and the wall sockets There is also electricity.
As if knowing what he was thinking, the hobbit housekeeper said again,
Every guest room here is different. The manor has always been committed to creating a perfect creative environment for each writer. If you have any other needs, please You can tell me at any time that you can be satisfied as long as you don’t leave the manor."
After speaking, she bowed again, and then exited the room, and also closed the door.
Zhang Heng didn't think much about it~EbookFREE.me~ went straight into the bathroom to wash away the dirt and sweat on his body, then opened the closet, picked a set of pajamas from it, and went to bed with the lights off.
Early the next morning, Zhang Heng went to the room of the best-selling fantasy writer, and had breakfast with the latter. Then, as agreed, the best-selling fantasy writer introduced Zhang Heng to a great figure in her mouth.
Shakespeare, as the most prestigious and well-known author in human history, he has always been entangled with too many mysteries.
After all, the sixteenth century is too far away from the present, and people of later generations can only try to restore the legendary life of this writer from the only words of history. However, even the most accepted version of Shakespeare today is still questioned by many people. Its authenticity.
However, in this copy, Shakespeare is sitting in front of Zhang Heng, eating fruit while watching two girls playing in the water not far away.
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