"Let's go to the Louvre after dinner. I'm going to meet a friend in the afternoon. You can go shopping on your own first." When the family was sitting together for breakfast, Zhang Zhong gave an overview of the itinerary.
"Do you still have friends here?" Hu Huifang asked doubtfully. Zhang Xingjun and Xu Yuhan also looked at Zhang Zhong with puzzled faces. Zhang Zhong had never said this before.
Zhang Zhong took a bite of bread and said with a smile, "I went to see He Kelan and made an appointment to have coffee together in the afternoon. I didn't plan to meet him at first, but he called before you guys got up. French Carrier Pigeon
I don’t know if you have heard of the award, but He Kelan is in charge of the judging panel this time, and he called me to inform me that I had won the award."
"That's a good thing." Hu Huifang said with a smile, "Although I have never heard of the Pigeon Award, but since the judge is He Kelan, it shouldn't be bad. After all, he is also a Nobel Prize winner in literature."
Xu Yuhan then said, "The Carrier Pigeon Award has become very famous in the past two years. It seems that there have been several Nobel Prize winners in literature. Are you going to the Left Bank for coffee?"
Zhang Dian nodded, "Yeah."
"Then why don't we go drink coffee in the afternoon? The coffee on the left bank is quite famous." Xu Yuhan said.
"Okay, just in time to go shopping." Hu Huifang said.
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"I think this cafe might make you feel a little more intimate."
In the Shuangsou Cafe, He Kelan said with a smile.
His eyes glanced at the square pillar in the center of the hall, on which sat two figures of officials from the Qing Dynasty. This was probably what he meant by cordiality.
Zhang Zhong took a sip of the croissant in his cup and did not answer the question. Instead, he talked about the drinks, "I heard that many writers like to come to this cafe, and the one they order most is the French croissant."
In fact, if Zhang Zhong was given the choice, he would prefer to go to the Flower God Cafe on the right. He likes the atmosphere there better. As for the two wooden sculptures on the square pillars, they stared at them, which greatly affected the mood of drinking coffee.
It can be seen that He Kelan often comes to this Shuangsou Cafe. When he ordered coffee just now, the waiter greeted him and seemed to know him.
Shuangsou Cafe used to be a gathering place for some existential writers. It was easy to meet writers and philosophers here, but now the situation is different. Most people who come here just feel the atmosphere.
"That was in the past, now everyone prefers to drink something else." He Kelan said with a smile, "The large cups of coffee provided here are very suitable for rogue guests like us who sit for a long time. Of course, the most important thing is,
There’s also a lot of wine available here.”
Zhang Zhong looked around and saw that many people were glancing in this direction. Although he restrained himself, he was still noticed.
What these people should be looking at is He Kelan. After all, He Kelan is very famous in Paris, and he often comes here. I am afraid that many people are aware of his habit. Maybe some of these people come here specifically to see him.
"A place like this is really suitable for collecting inspiration," Zhang Zhong said.
"I think it's mostly a psychological effect, but this kind of psychological effect is very strong and often very useful. The position we are sitting in now is where Beauvoir used to like to sit. She once said that as long as she sat here,
Here, if you put a blank paper on the table, her fingers will be ready to move, wanting to write." He Kelan said.
"Oh, Simone de Beauvoir? Do you know her too?" Zhang Zhong said in surprise. He Kelan was only in his early sixties. When he won the Nobel Prize for Literature at the end of 2004, he seemed to have just turned sixty. Simon
Beauvoir should have died in the 1980s, when He Kelan was only in his twenties.
He Kelan nodded, "Well, I've known her since I was a teenager. At that time, she would still drink coffee here, but her health became worse and worse. She didn't have any symptoms in the last few years before she passed away.
I have been here before. My ability to become a writer was greatly influenced by her. She is a very passionate elder who is always very excited when she expresses her views."
Zhang Zhong did not expect that He Kelan and Simone Beauvoir had such a past, but being able to meet a great writer like Simone Beauvoir when he was a teenager, He Kelan did have a great opportunity.
Perhaps Simone de Beauvoir never thought that the young man who once sat next to her and listened to her passionate speech would one day become a world-famous literary figure and the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Simone de Beauvoir is a very controversial writer, which is easy to understand when you look at her name.
She was the earliest authoritative theorist of the modern father-daughter movement.
Many of her theories seemed shocking at the time, and her private life and her partnership with Sartre were constantly gossiped about.
Zhang Zhong looked at the table in front of him, and even felt that Simone Beauvoir was sitting next to him, holding his neck high, radically promoting leftist theories.
He looked at He Kelan and said with some confusion, "But you have not been influenced by Simone Beauvoir's existentialism."
He Kelan said with a smile, "It was still influential in the early days, but you can't see those works. Later I realized that I was just following the old path taken by my predecessors, so I chose a new path to explore. Fortunately, I
It can be considered that I have figured out something.”
Zhang Jian nodded. The new path He Kelan mentioned was actually the expressive spirit that was denounced at the time as a symbol of the reactionary concept of metaphoricalism and a common crux of unrealism.
"Tell me about this award. Will you have time to come and receive it?" He Kelan got down to business.
"There should be. If nothing happens, I may stay in Paris for a while longer." Zhang Zhong said.
He Kelan smiled and said, "I hope the beautiful scenery of Paris will not disappoint you. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to give you the invitation letter."
He took out an invitation letter and handed it to Zhang Zhong, "I didn't expect to be able to deliver this invitation letter to you in person before."
Zhang Zhong took the invitation and opened it. It was written in Chinese and French, which he could naturally understand. After confirming the time and place, he put the invitation away and said, "Actually, you will call me in person."
, it also surprised me.”
"Haha, actually I have wanted to call you for a long time. I think I have found a reason this time. Maybe I should first congratulate you on winning the Pu Songling Literature Award. I know that this award is very important in China. Listen.
That you are the youngest author to win this award?”
"Yes, I defeated Zhuang Yu and became the youngest writer." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"Then you can beat Zhuang Yu again this time. He also won the Pigeon Award. He should be in his forties at that time."