Hearing that Chen Xing agreed to his request, Karl breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
It has been a long time since he finished writing his last novel. It was because he wanted to have a cover that belonged only to him and say goodbye to his current self and his future self on this book, so he waited until now. This idea first came to me after seeing the portrait photos taken by Chen Xing.
He also asked many local photographers in Northern Europe, but found that the people photographed by Chen Xing were more interesting. Now that they met in Oslo in this way, it must be said that it is a very special fate.
Chen Xing was also very sad and said: "I didn't expect that you would have to say goodbye to this career when I just started my career as a writer."
"You also wrote a book?"
"Yes, it is a travel diary about France. I have traveled through the north and south of France in the past two years, and summarized some of the scenic spots and points of note, restaurants, hotels, etc. when traveling in France, and wrote it into a book.
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"Then I have to read it carefully. Although I have been to France several times, I honestly have never understood it well."
Chen Xing smiled and said: "If you can see my works in Norway, then I will really become a great writer."
He lowered his head and saw the "I'm Finally Not a Writer" that Karl gave to him, and said: "But I will send you a copy. There are a lot of photos in it. Even if you can't understand the Chinese characters, you can still understand them.
Photo."
Karl, who was several decades old, naturally knew what Chen Xing was talking about and said: "If you don't want this book, you can return it to me..."
Chen Xing quickly threw the book into the other hand away from Karl and said, "Hey, you can't take back what I gave you."
This action made Karl smile with satisfaction.
It seems that Chen Xing still likes this gift.
He liked Chen Xing's sometimes clever and sometimes childish character, which made him feel a little younger. After learning that Chen Xing had started writing, he also shared some techniques and his own writing skills.
Difficulties encountered during the period.
The book he wrote was an autobiography, but during the writing process, his relatives knew about it and came to threaten him not to let his name appear in the work. This forced Carl to change his relatives' names.<
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Chen Xing feels that no matter how their images are in the book, after they are written down, they will at least leave their names in history.
If they change their names, wouldn’t the Norwegians around them know what they are called?
Alas, if Carl were a relative of Chen Xing, he would never refuse to have his name appear in his book.
Carl had other things to do in the afternoon, so he ran away after receiving the call. Chen Xing wandered the street alone for two hours, feeling a little bored. When he walked to the beach, he saw the yachts parked on the sea again. p>
Well, I really want to go up there and experience actinium.
Even if it's winter now, since the sea is not frozen, it would be comfortable to move a chair out and bask in the sun on the yacht during the day.
So Chen Xing began to think about who to contact.
He met a few friends in Oslo, Solin, Eriksson, Kayla, and Ai. These people all own yachts, and they talked about it that night. Although Kayla didn't know if they did,
But most likely.
Will a wealthy family living in Oslo not have a yacht?
You can do it without a car, but you can’t do it without a yacht.
But it was inconvenient that Keila was a woman, Chen Xing was not very familiar with her, and Erikson was obviously not a very playful person. After much deliberation, Ai was more suitable, and we could go to Iceland with him later. It’s you!
So I took out my phone...
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Here Chen Xing is urgently contacting his friends to take a few girls out to sea, while on the other hand Knausgaard has just walked into the publishing house.
This book was originally going to be published in the middle of the year, but Knausgaard was never satisfied with the cover.
For writers of this level, publishing houses should pay more attention to the opinions of writers when contacting them. Otherwise, if a small writer dares to make requests to the publishing house like this or even postpone the publication of a novel, then they will definitely let the small writer
Know why the flowers are so red.
Knowing that Knausgaard had gone to see Chen Xing today, several editors who saw him quickly asked.
"Mr. Knausgaard, was the communication between you and Mr. Chen smooth?"
"Did he promise to take photos for you?"
This is what they are most concerned about.
Chen Xing is the person Knausgaard most wants to work with after meeting many photographers. If he doesn't agree, then Knausgaard can't continue to be willful about the cover issue, or he can just find a photographer to shoot it.
, or just listen to them and use the cover recommended by the publisher.
After Knausgaard came in, he took off his coat and hung it at the door. There were many foreign editors in this publishing house. They couldn't stand the cold in Northern Europe. The heating was turned up very high. He couldn't stand the temperature and was suffocated to death.
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"Of course, Xing looks a little cold from a distance, but when you get in touch, he is a great young man. Time flies without realizing it when chatting with him. I almost forgot to get here." p>
"So this is why you are late?"
Knaus smiled and said: "Yes."
The editor-in-chief also walked out at this time and asked: "When can he shoot you?"
"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he said that we need to contact a photography studio first."
"Who will contact us?"
"He said he would do it himself."
"Okay, then we can publish the book before Christmas."
Europe has the habit of sending Christmas gifts to each other. When the time comes, Knausgaard's "Mein Kampf 6" will be bought by many people and given as Christmas gifts. Even a Norwegian can receive it in one night.
Seven or eight identical books.
This year he hopes that these books will all be "Mein Kampf"
Thinking of this scene, the editor-in-chief looked at Knausgaard with particularly tender eyes.
This is not a writer, this is a cornucopia.
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Next, they held a small meeting to discuss how to promote this publication. Then two hours later, some news in some Norwegian forums suddenly broke the news that Knausgaard's new work, which was also the last novel of Mein Kampf, was about to be published.
Published news.
This message spread to the whole country at an extremely fast speed, and then to the Nordic region and the European region.
When the publishing house saw this situation, it asked Knausgaard to come forward and say a few words.
Facing the camera, Knausgaard said with a slightly tired expression: "Yes, the sixth volume is indeed going to be published. This is also my last novel. I will no longer continue to live as a writer."
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The reporters stood up collectively.
"Mr. Knausgaard, are you still in good spirits?"
"Are you leaving this world?"
These are just for the fun of it. No matter what answer they get here, the article "National Writer Karl Ove Knausgaard Decides to Die" will be released immediately after returning to the company.
There are also normal people who ask: "Mr. Knausgaard, do you want to close the book? Have you ever thought about what you will do in the future?"
"A lot. I want to go fishing, go mountain climbing with my friends, and travel around the world. I'm fifty years old and I don't have much time left for free activities. By the way, I might even become a photographer.
, I met a friend who is good at taking photos, and I also invited him to take a portrait cover of this novel for me."
Huh? Knausgaard gave this photographer a very high rating.
Authors in the cultural circle all know that Knausgaard has been waiting for this cover for several months. Who is he waiting for now?
"Who is this photographer you are talking about?"
Knausgaard nodded and said: "The photographer I most want to work with is Mr. Chen Xing from China. His works have a rich sense of story. I want to use his creations to connect the present me and the future me.
Make a cut."
Yes, cutting.
He has gone away with the publication of several autobiographies, but his life will continue in the future.
As he said before, maybe he can become a professional photographer. Even if he doesn't write, he will use another way to express his inner emotions.
"Chen Xing?"
Some people heard this name for the first time, and some people knew a little bit about Chen Xing.
However, after returning home, they will all search for information about this photographer. After all, Chen Xing’s photography determined the publication time of Knausgaard’s work. This still needs to be discussed in detail.
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Wind!
Cold wind!
In the cold wind, Ai only wore a leather swimsuit that covered his whole body, and he was surfing on the sea while pulling a rope connected to the yacht. His curly hair was wet from the water. He pushed it back with his hands and screamed strangely! <
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"Woohoo! It's so cool, Xing, do you want to try surfing?"
On the deck, Chen Xing clung to the railing of the yacht, and the wind blew his hair, rustling...
There is only him here, no girls!
Damn it, I should have thought of it a long time ago. How could the thrill-seeking Ai have a comfortable yacht? His car was called a speedboat, and it was a little bigger. It was called a yacht. The things inside were very crude, and the horsepower was very strange. Chen Xing doesn’t believe it even if he hasn’t changed.
Oh, no, it can’t be said that he is the only one on this boat. There is also a friend who was called by Ai to drive the yacht. His name is Tom or Sam. Anyway, driving the yacht on this sea is as crazy as Ai. Huge splashes follow the speedboat.
The passing car can fly more than three meters high.
"I won't!" Chen Xing shouted.
If you don't shout louder, Ai, who is holding the rope, might not be able to hear you.
"No? It won't matter. It's very simple."
Chen Xing doesn't want to go. It's not a question of whether he can or not. The key is that he is a relatively average swimmer. He is very scared to play such a dangerous sport on the water, so he might as well just blow in the cold wind on this boat.
Alas, I will never go out with Ai next time.
Regret...
Yachting was very exciting at first, but after a long time it became boring. However, Ai had a great time skateboarding.
Chen Xing saw an island in the distance, and asked Tom who was driving the yacht: "Is that island Nacolmen Island?"
"Yes, a holiday island."
Chen Xing and Solin had seen this island before when they were looking at the sea in the manor. They heard that there were many beautiful stones and shells on it, so they said, "Can we go and play on it?"
Tom couldn't make the decision, he was just called to drive the yacht.
"You have to ask Ai about this."
Chen Xing hurriedly went to the stern of the boat to shout, and called up Ai Orlando, who had been playing for a long time.
After he got on the boat, he said: "What's wrong? Have you thought about it carefully? Surfing is a very fun thing, I guarantee you will like it."
"No, no, no, I heard that there are many colorful stones and shells on Nacolmen Island. I want to go up and have a look."
Ai's eyes widened.
"Oh my god! Are you a girl or a boy? Who would like those shiny stones?"
"I'm not a girl, but I have my own girl." Chen Xing spread his hands and explained.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, that's obvious."
"Then you asked me to find some little models for you. You are really... really bad, hehehe!"
Chen Xing patted his forehead.
"Why am I looking for you? I should be looking for Thorin..."
He originally thought Eriksson was an innocent child, but why are you, Ai, like this?
"Why are you looking for him?" Ai sighed and crossed his arms. "If I had known you liked this kind of tune, I shouldn't have sailed out on this ship. If I had told you earlier, I thought you Chinese people were not like this.
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"What kind of person?" Chen Xing rolled his eyes.
It’s not like he really wants to do something with the models, he just wants to experience the corrupt life of capitalists, so what?
"Okay, we've already come out anyway. Do you want to go find stones on the island and send them to your girlfriend?"
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"Well, she likes colorful things."
It wasn't far away originally, but now the boat is heading in that direction and it will arrive at the dock soon.
Chen Xing asked: "Is your house up here?"
"No, the house is very expensive. Erikson has it. If you want to take a look, you can ask him for the password to the door."
"Forget it."
There are not many boats at the pier. It seems that some boats have been parked for a long time and there are a lot of dirty things on them. Chen Xing even saw fish carcasses.
Oh, my heart hurts so much.
It is recommended that the wealthy people’s unwanted yachts and unused luxury cars can be donated to the poor. These sophisticated things are not easy to break after long-term use. It is estimated that if they are left alone for a few months, problems will occur in electronic parts.
The three of them went to the island, and Ai introduced: "There are more people on this island in summer, but now it is estimated that there are only some people who have lived there for a long time or community workers."
Although this is a resort island, it can also be regarded as a community.
Every day, people come by boat to clean and check the infrastructure, so the roads are still very clean. The houses are different from those in the city. The houses here are in a uniform color, and they look neat and beautiful.
If Chen Xing wants to go to the beach on this island, he has to go through the entire resort.
Fortunately, it was not a big place, and he soon saw a piece of sand.
The beach here is not as comfortable as the beach in France. Although Chen Xing did not take off his shoes, Chen Xing still felt that the sand here was too rough and not delicate. There were about a dozen people on the beach, including five children.
Indeed, this rumor of colorful stones and shells can easily attract some girls and children.
When traveling to a city, souvenirs can be commemorative coins bought in a store, local specialties, a stone here, a shell, anything that reminds you of this place when you see it. p>
