Chapter 1418 A Blank Piece of Paper

"You may have misunderstood me," Zhang Heng said, "I asked for writing advice not to become someone else, but to use these skills to write my own story."

Hemingway looked a little surprised when he heard this, "What do you mean, besides me, you plan to ask many people for advice?"

"Why, are there any taboos here?"

"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. We, every generation In fact, we all stood on the shoulders of those who came before us, stood on tiptoe and touched upwards, but..."

Hemingway changed the subject, "But the people who can come to this manor are all authors who have already formed their own style. In other words, everyone has found their own path. Generally speaking, unless something major happens in the process, Otherwise, everyone will go 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'm worried that it will affect your path, not to mention that you plan to ask other people for advice. I can understand your mood when you first came here. In fact, you He’s not the first person to have such an intention. After all, it’s rare to find a place where the most talented people in the world can gather together. If not, it will have a profound impact on you, and even lead to you. You are someone who embarks on the path of literature, but if you are confused by these and give up your own path, you will lose more than you gain."

Hemingway is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business. In fact, if it weren't for Zhang Heng's good marksmanship, his willingness to go out hunting with him at night without saying a word, and his good temper with him during this time together, he would have been Too lazy to say so many words to point out the other person.

However, what he didn't expect was that in exchange for his earnest advice, Zhang Heng simply said, "I haven't found my own way yet."

"…………"

Hemingway choked on this sentence for half a minute, and then said, "Have you not published a novel and achieved good results? Although you do look very young, there is always a shortage of young people in this industry. Genius, no, it should be said that it is precisely because you are young enough that you can be invited into this manor, which further proves your talent."

"Actually, it was a complete accident that I got in." Zhang Heng told the truth, "If the college entrance examination essay is not counted, I haven't written any stories yet."

"A blank piece of paper." A strange expression appeared on Hemingway's face. "If you are not lying, boy, then what follows will become very interesting."

"Where's the fun?"

This time, Hemingway did not answer Zhang Heng's question, and said to himself, "From today on, you will accompany me hunting every Wednesday and Saturday, and teach me how to shoot as accurately as you."

"Well, I'm not sure if I have enough time, and like I said before, I can't get much pleasure from hunting." Zhang Heng said.

"You must have enough time, because this is the tuition you need to pay to learn writing from me, and it is not just me, I will also bring my friends to teach you. I met at the banquet in Paris that year Most of them are idiots, but it is undeniable that there are a few real guys among them, and some of them have come to this villa. In addition, I have stayed here for so long, although not much I also made a few new friends by participating in group activities, but the rest of the people in the villa will have to rely on your own efforts."

"Thank you." Zhang Heng originally just gave it a try, but he didn't expect that not only did Hemingway agree, but he also got something extra. Not to mention the author Hemingway met at the villa, Zhang Heng was the one he said was a solid friend in Paris. If I remember correctly, one of them was Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald.

This man's life was very tragic. He was trapped by love all his life and died of illness in Los Angeles at the age of 44. However, no one can deny his unparalleled talent. Haruki Murakami particularly admired him and mentioned him several times in "Norwegian Wood" "The Great Gatsby" is the most worth reading novel.

Unlike his friend Hemingway, whose words are concise and straightforward, Fitzgerald's novels are beautiful in diction. Every sentence is as elegant as poetry and has profound charm. If you want to learn rhetoric, there is no better teacher than Fitzgerald.

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It was already late at night when Zhang Heng returned to the mansion, and the dedicated Hobbit housekeeper was still waiting for him at the door holding an oil lamp.

When he came back, he handed him a key with a room number printed on it, and then took him all the way to the room.

Zhang Heng inserted the key into the keyhole, opened the door, and found that it was a suite. It had a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a study room facing the garden where you could 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 asked Gaim to ask for before, there were also game consoles and projectors inside, and the wall sockets were actually There is electricity too.

Seemingly knowing what he was thinking, the Hobbit housekeeper spoke again, "Each guest room here is different. The manor has been committed to creating a perfect creative environment for each writer. If you have any other needs, you can also You can tell me at any time, as long as you don’t leave the manor, you can be satisfied.”

After saying that, she bowed again, exited the room, and closed the door behind her.

Zhang Heng didn't think any more and walked directly into the bathroom to wash away the dirt and sweat from his body. Then he opened the closet, picked out a set of pajamas, turned off the light and went to bed.

Early the next morning, Zhang Heng went to the room of the fantasy best-selling female author and met for breakfast with the latter. Then as agreed, the fantasy best-selling female author introduced Zhang Heng to a big shot in her mouth.

——Shakespeare, as the most famous and well-known author in human history, has always been surrounded by too many mysteries.

After all, the sixteenth century is too far away from now, and people in later generations can only try to restore the legendary life of this writer from a few words of history. However, even the most accepted version of Shakespeare today still has many people questioning it. 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.