Bai Fu dropped a word, threw up her sleeves and left.
"Haha, are you qualified to criticize others?"
Sun Mo retorted.
It's a pity that Bai Fu is too lazy to talk to Sun Mo. In her eyes, the winner of the fourth prize and the hand of God are just vulgar things.
"Look, your self-righteous arrogance actually proves your vulgarity. You are using literary youth to disguise your vulgarity."
Sun Mo sarcastically said: "There are some experts who have really high ideological level. Fishing in the South China Sea and gazing at the moon in the mountains are all about sentiment and character. But what about you? I just want to prove that you are different from us 'common people'."
"But when you prove this, you have already fallen behind and lost."
"pretty!"
Li Ziqi, who was eavesdropping outside the door, wanted to express his admiration.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Bai Fu scolded.
"Angry? Doesn't being angry mean that you care?"
Sun Mo spread his hands: "Is this more beneficial than any other evidence?"
Sun Mo is a teacher in modern times and has seen all kinds of students. And even if he is not a teacher, as long as he often surfs the Internet, there is no one he has not seen!
Leave waist-length hair, wear a white skirt, go barefoot, and wear a pair of cloth shoes...
Go on a pilgrimage to a certain place to purify your soul, go to a certain sea to live alone, feed the birds and read...
To be honest, Sun Mo also thought about it.
After all, who hasn’t been young yet?
"I don't deny the life you desire, but I also ask you not to insult the ideals of famous teachers!"
Sun Mo's tone became stern: "It is your freedom to live for love and die for love, but it is also our freedom to pursue the realm of saints."
"Even if it is utilitarian and vulgar, so what?"
"In my opinion, there is nothing wrong even if a farmer's lifelong pursuit is to want a hundred acres of fertile land, a few cattle, a virtuous wife, and smart children."
"There is no difference between ideals, big or small, superior or inferior!"
"Aren't you pretending to be a noble and free-spirited person anymore? Your pride makes you look down on other people's ideals of sainthood?"
Buzz!
Good words of gold and jade broke out.
Brilliant spots of light splashed on the roof of the building at night, like fireflies flying, and also reflected Bai Fu's red cheeks.
She was so humiliated by what Sun Mo said.
"It's over, this person can't be dug!"
Lu Zhiruo felt that the teacher was going to die.
“Why are most geniuses’ personalities so awkward?”
Li Ziqi didn't understand.
"Isn't this just arrogance?"
Mascot analysis.
"What do you know?"
Bai Fu retorted.
She admitted that what Sun Mo said made sense, and what was even more troublesome was that this guy really thought so, otherwise the good words would not have happened.
In this way, Bai Fu couldn't call Sun Mo hypocritical.
"I don't understand, so I need to learn more!"
Sun Mo responded.
Sorry for trolling people in lane, I have never lost.
The unbridled Sun Hei Dog bites people to the core, with a mouth that is three feet wide. It will not scare you to death.
"Haha, that's a pity. I was born with a natural understanding and understanding. No matter what I learn, I can learn it."
Bai Fu pretended to be sad and sighed: "You may think that saints are unreachable, but in my opinion, it is just climbing a high mountain, which is meaningless!"
"Then what have you created for this world?"
Sun Mo asked back.
"You mean the value of life?"
Bai Fu chuckled: "Why does a person's life have to be valuable? Do I bother others by eating, drinking, writing and drawing every day? I am willing to waste my life, do you care?"
"By the way, let me add that my living expenses are all earned by myself!"
Seriously, they are crazy.
Sun Mo didn't want to talk any more. Bai Fu was a typical child of a wealthy family who was born with rich clothes and fine food, and had never been bitten by the old dog of society.
What ordinary people think about is to fill their stomachs. To be more advanced, I want to save money to buy a game console, or to chase a girl I like.
But Bai Fu already had these things when she was born.
Without having to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, she naturally has a lot of time to think about things.
Of course, not to mention that she is talented and loved by many people.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have forced my values on you!"
Sun Mo used retreat as advance.
This is the line!
Does right or wrong matter?
It's not important, what's important is winning.
"If you know you're wrong, just step back immediately!"
Bai Fu waved her hand.
"Let me ask you one last question, are you feeling empty in this kind of life?"
When Sun Mo saw Bai Fu's face change slightly, he knew that he was right.
As long as you are human, those psychological problems are bound to exist.
In Malos's needs theory, the fifth level, the self-actualization need, and even the fourth level, the esteem need, were not fully obtained by Bai Fu.
She is a genius, but does she have achievements that others can admire from the bottom of their hearts?
Bai Fu said she didn't care, but in her heart, she thought so.
All right!
Even if she hadn't thought about it, Sun Mo would help her think of it now.
Talking?
Fighting for the world view?
Sorry, at this moment, countless philosophers and psychologists in Blue Star are with me.
"From the looks of it, you like poems and songs very much. Are you a person who loves literature? Since you said that you can learn it no matter what it is, then may I ask, do you have any literary works?"
Sun Mo took the bait.
"Ha, your question shows your shallowness!"
Bai Fu finally found a place to fight back: "Real literary masterpieces cannot be mass-produced or written through a certain routine. They can only be obtained by chance. This is the charm of literature!"
"If you learn the science of alchemy and weapon refining, you can do it yourself, and you can even be better than the master. But in literature, anyone can write, but can you write an immortal work?"
Bai Fu raised the book in her hand: "For example, this "Journey to the West"."
"puff!"
Outside the door, Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo burst into laughter.
If you say this, you will suffer a loss.
The corner of Sun Mo's mouth twitched.
Although Sun Mo wrote Journey to the West in vernacular, which was different from the original work, he plagiarized the content after all, so he prohibited Zheng Qingfang and others from promoting it.
Therefore, only a small number of people know that he is the author of Journey to the West.
"I feel that this book has broken the shackles of mankind and released the wings of dreams. It turns out that the world can still be like this."
Bai Fu stroked the book cover, her tone full of admiration.
"You should have read this book, right? Can you imagine it?"
Sun Mo was silent. I was afraid that if I told you about my illusory world, I would scare you to death.
"You want to poach me to go to Zhongzhou University? Yes, write an immortal book comparable to it!"
Bai Fu shook the Journey to the West in her hand, stopped talking to Sun Mo, and walked out of the iron gate. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo, but what did this have to do with her?
"If I write it out, will you do anything for me?"
Sun Mo mocked.
"It can be your toilet!"
Bai Fu despises.
This kind of book has never been seen in a century, is it just you?
To be honest, your chances of becoming a saint are greater than your chances of writing an immortal book.
"You like this book?"
Li Ziqi asked with a smile
"I lent it to you. Take a look at it more and you will understand that this world is not worth it!"
Bai Fu threw the book to Sun Mo.
"Why isn't there a back?"
Lu Zhiruo found that many books had been torn out.
Bai Fu didn't answer and went straight down the stairs.
Is life empty?
Sun Mo was right!
Bai Fu felt very empty, and the days when she could learn everything were really boring. So when Journey to the West became a big hit and appeared in Liaoning, after Bai Fu read it, she suddenly discovered that the world of dreams is the most free.
Bai Fu envied that monkey.
I envy the Monkey King who doesn’t wear the tight-banding curse.
So she tore off the back part.
It can be said that Sun Mo is the main culprit for Bai Fu becoming a literary youth.
"Teacher, I think that although Master Bai is talented, he is not suitable for teaching!"
Lu Zhiruo whispered in a low voice that she could not see the temperament of a famous teacher in Bai Fu.
"It depends on what you want her to teach?"
Sun Mo looked downstairs at Bai Fu's leaving figure.
He has read her information, she is proficient in music, chess, poetry and painting. From the age of fifteen, he can give advice to famous prostitutes in brothels.
Under her, there were three courtesans with both talent and beauty.
This is still a boring work by Bai Fu, without much thought at all.
In other words, Bai Fu is really talented in subjects such as literature and art.
"Teacher, are you going to write a book?"
Li Ziqi is looking forward to it.
“It doesn’t count as writing!”
Sun Mo sighed, he could only act as a copywriter again.
When he returned to the room, Sun Mo asked Xiaohebao to give him a shot of photographic memory, and then blessed him with a dream of Huang Liang to help him recall the dreams of his student days.
Sun Mo wants to watch "A Dream of Red Mansions" again.
"Water Margin" definitely won't work, it's too reactionary. Even if he wrote it, no bookseller would dare to take it. Moreover, as soon as he left, people might report him to the authorities and arrest him.
"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is no good either. This stuff is for men. It's a heroic article, and it doesn't fit in with young literary girls at all.
To be honest, if you want to be more popular than "Journey to the West", you can actually write "Golden x Plum", which will definitely be a hit, and in terms of artistic quality, this book is also very high.
However, due to the limited content, the literary girl will definitely keep her mouth shut.
"When promoting it, I'm afraid I'll have to use Gandalf and the second book by the author of "Journey to the West" as a gimmick."
Sun Mo sighed.
The artistic level of "A Dream of Red Mansions" is very high, but this creates a problem. Ordinary people cannot understand it. If ordinary people cannot understand it, it will not be able to become a household name and sell well in a short time.
Sun Mo could only stay in the Black and White Academy for a month at most. In such a short time, it would not be possible to rely solely on the word-of-mouth fermentation of "Dream of Red Mansions".
"You guys go and rest!"
Sun Mo didn't sleep anymore and started writing furiously.
After becoming a famous teacher, his memory was off the charts. When he woke up from Huang Liang's dream, he could still remember everything he had seen before.
Li Ziqi stayed up all night because she was always thinking about Sun Mo's new book.
In her opinion, what the teacher wrote was definitely a masterpiece.
After staying up until the sky became brighter, Li Ziqi couldn't bear it anymore and went directly to the school cafeteria.
"Uncle Wang, are you okay?"
Li Ziqi asked with a smile.
"OK OK!"
Chef Wang accompanied the smiling face, and when he saw Li Ziqi opening the lid of the pot and checking them one by one, he quickly assured: "I made them all freshly, and I will be up and busy before the second watch."
"Thank you very much, Uncle Wang!"
Li Ziqi smiled sweetly, filled the food box with chicken soup, steamed buns, and four-color side dishes, and then walked to the reception building.
"Old Wang, who is this little girl?"
The old farmer who delivered the food saw Li Ziqi and asked curiously: "It's so beautiful!"
"Put away your dog eyes. Are you allowed to look at noble people randomly?"
Chef Wang cursed.
"hehe!"
The old farmer smiled awkwardly.
He knew that Chef Wang had been in charge of the canteen of the Black and White Academy because of his outstanding cooking skills and seniority.
He stopped cooking a few years ago, and only showed off his skills when the big guys from Gao Xing came over. But now, he was trying to please a little girl.
"Looking at his noble appearance, he must be a descendant of a certain aristocratic family, right?"
The old farmer speculated.
boom!
Chef Wang kicked the old farmer in the butt.
"What are you thinking about? I am the disciple of Master Sun!"
Chef Wang explained.
At first, Li Ziqi came to the school cafeteria to recruit chefs. Chef Wang refused, but the offer was too much.
One day is worth a year's wages.
Just to let Sun Mo eat well.
This apprentice is simply too filial.
"Hiss, Master Sun? The one who promoted Master Zhang to the rank of sub-sage?"
The old farmer who delivered the vegetables took a deep breath.
"Have you even heard of it?"
Chef Wang was surprised.
He had already prepared to return all the deposit he received to Li Ziqi, just to ask for God's hand for his son.
"Look what you said, the whole Liaoning capital knows about such a big thing."
The old farmer who delivered the food took out the tobacco leaves and asked, "Would you like a pot?"
Chef Wang was about to pick him up, but he held back: "No, I'm cooking for Master Sun these days, and I can't let tobacco fumes come in contact with me!"
"When Master Sun becomes a sub-sage in the future, you will be very powerful. You are the cook who cooked for Master Sun!"
The old farmers who deliver vegetables are envious.
"That's natural!"
Chef Wang was very proud, and at the same time he made up his mind to come up with his unique skills as soon as possible to make Sun Mo enjoy the food.
When the time comes, it should be easy to ask for a calligraphy.
…
When Li Ziqi arrived, she saw Lu Zhiruo, with her hands on her knees and her back leaning against the door, taking a nap.
"What are you doing?"
Xiao Hebao was stunned: "You don't want to read a new book, do you?"
"Ah? Senior sister!"
The mascot wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth: "I want to be the first to see the teacher's new book!"
"..."
Xiaobao Baoxin said, this is impossible, I am the senior sister, I have to go first!
Everything else can be given to you, but not this one!
Boom! Boom!
Li Ziqi knocked on the door.
"Teacher, I brought breakfast, it's time to eat some!"
The lights inside were not turned off. The teacher must have been writing all night.
"come in!"
Hearing this, Li Ziqi couldn't wait to open the door, walked in, and glanced at the desk.
Wow,
What a thick stack of manuscripts!
The teacher is indeed very productive!
I just don’t know what to write?
Li Ziqi still wanted to be reserved, but Lu Zhiruo had no intention of doing so and rushed to the table, squatting next to it, staring at the manuscript eagerly.
""Dream of Red Mansions"? It sounds good when I hear this name!"