"Remembering the past..." Babbitt sat down on the ground next to Xiang Shan: "My hero, do you have a lot of past?"
Xiangshan glanced at him: "It's not a big deal."
It is not the time yet to "announce the rebirth of the God of War". Xiangshan has no intention of revealing his true identity.
The time to light up the “stage” is not now.
Bobbitt said: "Yes, yes, I really like listening to stories. I am looking for stories every day. If you are willing to tell your past stories, I don't have to worry about what to broadcast today, hero."
"Haha." Xiang Shan smiled and said, "Does this bother you? O. Henry and Maupassant are both masters of short stories. After them there is Flaubert - there are so many writers of the old generation that there is no end to them."
“But the stories of the old times are still the stories of the old times.” Babbitt said: “There are too few stories of our time.”
Xiang Shan raised his head again and looked at the waning moon.
There are too few stories about the new era because “culture” has been destroyed.
People are still allowed to write things on the Internet. They are free to keep the written records they leave. But the meaning of "literary activities" itself has been deprived because "culture" has been erased. Many current residents feel that,
Recording "untrue" stories in words lacks practical significance.
Not to mention, the era after the great fusion of writing has not yet sharpened the "beauty of language that can be accepted by everyone" - it is not that the language itself is ugly, but that it has no chance to form a beautiful form.
The 212 years since the Sublimation War have been almost completely blank in literature.
As for why we say “almost”, it’s because the collective creation passed down by word of mouth has never stopped.
As far as Xiangshan knows, one of the few long stories told by Babbitt includes "The Legend of the Gods of War." This is the presentation of the stories of the Wu Zu personality masks after collective artistic processing.
Except for the Eighth Martial God who lay dormant until death and failed to transform into a dragon, all the Martial Gods have made great achievements in the solar system. Even the Eighth Martial God shocked the whole world when he died. These "not Xiangshan Xiangshan"
", leaving footprints in the world. These footprints were collected by caring people, and then connected into a complete romantic story through artistic processing.
This program is aimed at Jianghu people or young people who are aspiring to enter the Jianghu world. For most people, the God of War is just a mythical thing, something that "oh, I think I've heard of it". But Jianghu people are very familiar with this story. Regardless.
No matter which paragraph they start listening to, they can understand the cause and effect.
Just like "Three Kingdoms" can separate "Dingjun Mountain" and "Battle at Changsha", "Journey to the West" can only talk about "Havoc in the Heavenly Palace" and "Three Beatings of Bone Demons".
Of course, some of the excerpts sounded quite... quite shameful to Xiang Shan.
However, the story of the legendary Martial God cannot always be told. There is a certain probability that it will attract government crackdowns. Although there are no taboos under Dyson's principles, telling the story of the Martial God is to promote the ideas of the Martial Ancestor and to spread chivalry - in the government
In the logic of this, this “can be defined as anti-humanity”.
Otherwise Babbitt wouldn’t have to worry about what to broadcast every day.
“If you want to tell the story of the new era, then why don’t you tell your own story?”
Xiang Shan asked this.
"My story..." Babbitt was astonished. "Are you talking about my own story? Do I have any spectacular experiences? How can this be easy to tell?"
“Mr. Maupassant did not ride in a carriage with a woman named Ball de Suif, nor did he have an uncle named Jules.” Xiangshan said: “How do you think they came up with those stories?”
Bobbitt pondered for a moment: "I have never thought about this problem at all. But I just feel that...my own story may not be as good as the stories of the past."
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Xiangshan said: "What do you think of writing stories?"
Bobbitt thought for a while and shook his head.
Xiangshan asked in a different way: "So, among the things that happened in this era, which one makes you feel like you wish everyone knew about it?"
Bobbitt’s eyes lit up and he said: “You know, hero. It was the one three years ago.”
Xiang Shan spread his hands and said, "Tell me more."
"Three years ago, a hero assassinated a leader of the heavily guarded Scientific Research Knights. When he was evacuating, a singer named Old Crab took the initiative to go around Jayhawk City to help him evacuate.
Broadcast the movement of the army in Jayhawk City so that the hero can be prepared."
"Mr. Mr. Crab was hit by a short- and medium-range tactical missile under the attack of the government. However, his sacrifice was definitely not in vain... probably not? I heard that the patron who pursued the hero was
He was also beheaded in the formation."
Xiang Shan spread his hands and said, "Look, we have the foundation of a good story, don't we?"
Bobbitt was a little embarrassed: "But this is too short. It's only a hundred words, and it can be finished in one or two minutes."
Xiangshan folded his hands and asked, "Is there any part of this story that you don't know?"
Babbitt scratched his head: "I don't know Mr. Crab at all, and I have no idea what kind of person he is. There are some recordings of his broadcasts on the Internet, but they are not complete. All I know is that he likes to sing.
of good people.”
"This is enough." Xiang Shan said, "You can add other things yourself."
Bobbitt was confused: "But, I don't know the specifics of this old Mr. Crab..."
"Use other people's stories, use your own experiences, or even use stories that you come up with." Xiang Shan said: "These are all free."
“But isn’t this a little...offensive to Mr. Krabs?”
"I'm not asking you to make up a story and then tell the world, 'This is the past of Old Crab.'" Xiang Shan shook his head, "You use that scene to tell a story, and then tell others that there is Old Crab in your story.
The shadow of a person.”
"Ah this..." Babbitt was stunned as if he had been opened to a new world.
Shaked his head towards the mountain.
Such a conversation is actually unbelievable to him. Anyone with basic education should know what "fiction" is. At most, they just don't know how to describe this process in concise language.
But Babbitt really didn’t seem to understand. He couldn’t imagine how the “story” came to be.
In fact, his observation skills are quite good. In Xiangshan's view, the Maupassant and O. Henry that Babbitt rewritten by himself, while retaining the original skeleton, are filled with the flesh and blood of this era, so that people of this era can
I accepted it easily.
This is actually the threshold for mastering the technology of “literature”.
But he couldn't think of "fictional stories" by himself. Although "fiction" is an instinct of human beings, "consciously fictionalizing content that everyone knows is not true" was only mastered by humans long after the birth of civilization.
technology.
Without this kind of culture, words are just words.
But the moment Xiangshan mentioned this...the moment Babbitt realized this, things were completely different.
Xiang Shandao: “Are you interested in hearing another story? A story about ‘making stories’.”
Bobbitt nodded.
The story of Xiang Shan is also very old. Babbitt collected many fragments of Maupassant on the Internet. Although Babbitt did not know what "France" was, he probably knew that there was such a "commonly imagined collective", so Xiang Shan did not change his background
.
A young soldier fell seriously ill before going to the battlefield and had to be sent back home. Taking advantage of this situation, the regiment leader entrusted his daughter, an eight-year-old girl, to the soldier and asked her to take her back to France and hand her over to him.
Raised by the leader's sister.
The leader lost his wife very early and had to take his daughter with him. But that battle may have been very dangerous. This was the first time the girl left her father, and she was unhappy along the way.
The soldier tried every means to make the girl happy and told her all the stories he knew. Among them was the story of the "Golden Rose" - when the soldier was a child, he had a neighbor, an old lady, who had a golden rose. The old lady then
Even though she was poor, she refused to sell the golden rose. It is said that her lover gave it to her many years ago. It is said that those who own the golden rose will always be happy. The end of the story is that the old lady and the painter son who became rich met again.
live together.
The war was over, and the soldier became a cleaner and lived in poverty. One day many years later, the soldier met the girl who had grown up. The girl quarreled with her lover and cried. The soldier helped the girl reconcile with her lover. When they said goodbye, they grew up
The girl told the soldiers that she still remembered the story of Golden Rose.
“I don’t think that playboy is the one who gave you the golden rose,” the soldier thought. He came up with the idea of giving the girl a golden rose. Although he could not give the girl happiness, a golden rose might.
He works in a goldsmith's workshop, and brings the dust from the goldsmith's workshop back to his home every day, looking for a little bit of gold sand in the dust. He accumulates gold day after day, hoping to accumulate enough gold to make golden roses.
.
Many years later, he did it. But because of his old age, he was too shy to walk in front of the girl. The year when he mustered up the courage to build the rose, he learned that the girl's family had left the country. The soldier was beaten
Without the motivation to live.
When the soldier died of illness, only the goldsmith who made the rose came to visit him. The goldsmith received the golden rose wrapped in an old blue hairband.
Babbitt felt like he was about to cry when he heard this story. If he still had tear ducts, he would cry.
Bobbitt asked: "My hero, what does this story have to do with the topic just now?"