After separating from his agent Ren Xin, Zheng Qian walked alone on the streets of Beijing, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar street scenes, filled with excitement and joy. The scenes in front of him seemed to be scenes that would only appear in a dream.
As night falls, the surroundings are bright and bustling, people are walking in a hurry, and the shops on the roadside have not been forced to relocate due to urban planning, and are still bustling and bustling.
Nanluogu Lane in the distance is even more lively, with laughter and laughter, and many tourists stopping to take photos. The high-rise buildings in the distance are lined up one after another. Even now in 2004, it already shows the appearance of an international metropolis.
Appearance.
Zheng Qian stood on the solid ground, his eyes warm, and he was so excited that he almost knelt down and kissed the ground.
In his previous life, when he was in college, he became an online writer. He sacrificed a lot of time for his literary dream. After graduation, he worked diligently and worked hard for love, but he was always tepid.
Later, with the advent of the new media era, in order to provide a better life for himself and his family, he changed his mind and resolutely started self-media. During that time, he witnessed the rapid development of almost all walks of life in China.
And deeply participated in it, contributing to the construction of the motherland.
In the 4G and even 5G era, he has reaped all the dividends of the era. His personal self-media has finally exceeded 10 million followers, and his basic annual salary exceeds one million. He is living a prosperous life and has even gone on 38 consecutive blind dates without fail. If
It's not that his vision is too high. He may have already taken off his hat as a magician at the age of thirty, and he may still have children and grandchildren...
When he learned that he was suffering from pancreatic cancer, his condition was already in the middle and late stages. As the king of cancers, even twenty years later, there is still no way to cure this disease. Every day when he walks, his vision suddenly goes black and he faints.
Here, it is even difficult to take care of oneself.
After more than thirty years, at the moment of death, all the pictures flashed through his mind like a movie. He was sadder than he imagined. When the movie ended, his eyes were dark. When he opened his eyes, a
The new era knocked on the door for him.
"Thanks!"
Zheng Qian really knelt on the ground and kissed the ground under his feet regardless of the strange looks from the people around him.
The fragrance of earth comes to your nostrils, containing the hope of life.
When he stood up, he was like a child, jumping around on the street, like a reborn Chaplin.
"I will definitely live well!"
Zheng Qian took a deep breath and brushed his straw-like hair. He had clear plans for the future, but at this stage, he urgently needed to change his image.
So he turned around and looked very firmly at a barber shop on the street.
Zheng Qian suddenly thought of Ren Xin's crying face, and there was some hesitation on his face. But after struggling for a moment, he still picked up his loose pants and strode over.
When he came out of the barber shop, a brand new Zheng Qian appeared.
He looked more energetic and comfortable. His handsome face looked more angular without bangs, but his body seemed to be significantly thinner, as if he would fall over when the wind blew, just like the living Lin Daiyu, in the biting spring breeze at night.
He was shivering, which made several little girls on the roadside look at him with pity.
This made Zheng Qian very excited, and his pace suddenly accelerated.
"It's time to exercise. The company seems to have a gym... Well, let's do some exercise tomorrow!"
Zheng Qian pinched his weak arms, then pinched his abdomen, and smiled, already imagining what his eight-pack abs would look like.
His residence is a single apartment with one bedroom and one living room, two floors above and below. Although it is small in size, it is fully equipped with a kitchen, bathroom, etc. After returning home to wash up, most of the passion has disappeared, and he is starting to feel a little agitated.
frown.
Times are good, but he is so poor that he doesn't even have a computer.
The Noah mobile phone in my hand is very resistant to falling, but it cannot connect to the Internet. If I want to get information, I need to turn on the TV...
Zheng Qian couldn't remember how long it had been since he had watched TV seriously...
As soon as I turned on the TV, I saw a promotional video from "Science Fiction World" magazine being played on Beijing Satellite TV.
In recent years, as the country has strengthened its propaganda of "rejuvenating the country through science and technology", science and technology has also begun to develop continuously, and many conditions favorable to the creation of science fiction have emerged.
Many excellent science fiction works have also begun to enter the mainstream readers' attention. However, compared with major categories such as "Martial Arts" and "Romance", the creation of science fiction works is obviously thankless. Therefore, the largest science fiction magazine in China, "Science Fiction World"
We will also invite science fiction authors across the country for manuscripts through the media at regular intervals.
At the same time, the new Science Fiction Galaxy Award has also started a call for essays, which will last for half a year.
This touched Zheng Qian a little.
The most important thing is that when submitting articles to "Science Fiction World", all excellent works that have been submitted will always start at 500 words per 1,000 words...
This made Zheng Qian very jealous.
Five hundred yuan, now in 2004, was almost his monthly rent!
A thousand words, according to his hand speed in his previous life, he could finish it in ten minutes...
Ten minutes, five hundred yuan.
Dry!
Zheng Qian rubbed his hands...
Of course he is not greedy for money!
Back then, he also had a dream of being a science fiction author, but his works were lukewarm, and the royalties he earned were only enough for food and clothing. The literary dream he once had could only come to nothing, but now, he has a flexible brain, a healthy body, and a strong mind.
Countless ideas...
Zheng Qian suddenly became excited.
He patted his thigh, quickly found his notebook, picked up the pen and started writing the title of the book.
"The Sinking of RB", "2001: A Space Odyssey", "The Time Machine"...
It's a pity that he hasn't seen it much...
Pity……
Zheng Qian was feeling annoyed when his cell phone suddenly rang, which was unusually obvious in the silent room and startled him.
Who is this at night?
Zheng Qian muttered and pressed the answer button.
The call came from the director of the program team of "Singer", "First of all, congratulations on your promotion, Xiao Zheng, our director Song is very optimistic about you. After discussions with our program team, we are going to arrange a character story line for you to attract the audience.
We investigated your past resume and found that you have always insisted on your dream of becoming a superstar, and you are a member of the same group overseas as Mr. Cao Wei.
But we have just contacted Mr. Cao Wei, and he is unwilling to tie the story line to you. So, after returning from overseas, can you tell me what happened to you in the past few years? Or we can arrange it for you based on existing clues.
As for the story, for now, our writing and directing team is going to arrange a character for you who has the dream of becoming a superstar and is hard-working and hard-working, do you think that’s OK?”
"Character?" Zheng Qian was a little confused.
He was just excitedly imagining the story of how he was about to become a giant in the literary world, but in the blink of an eye he was brought back to reality by the director.
"According to records, you once swore in public that you would become a superstar..."
"Is this happening?"
Zheng Qian thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. His face felt a little hot, he coughed, and said, "Then you can make arrangements for it!"
"Okay, Xiao Zheng, we can communicate more during rehearsal next week. My name is Ji Haiyang, and I am the choreographer of our CCTV "Singer" program team."
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief and hummed a song while writing the title of the book:
"Sometimes I feel like a superstar
There is no shortage of young, beautiful and talented people..."
Soon, he saw the word "Three-Body" among more than ten book titles.
This book is called the cornerstone of Chinese science fiction, and the facts prove that it is not a boast. There are only a handful of Chinese science fiction works that can be both beautiful and profound, and "The Three-Body Problem" is one of them. The key is that it is very suitable for Chinese people's tastes.
In addition, he had watched the "Three-Body" trilogy more than once and was very sure of the plot, so he did it as soon as he thought of it. He quickly picked up the pen and lay down at the desk, writing the story stroke by stroke like a primary school student doing homework.