After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 337 Nine and Three-quarters Platform and Inspiration

"The fog in the sky comes carelessly, the river water is as quiet as an oil painting, the dove of peace is lazily pressing the rhyme, and the heart is secretly clearing up!"

"I want to send you the love that never sets in the sun, and walk the world with your heart tightly."

In a hotel room with ancient decoration and modern luxury items.

Chen Tianhong, wearing men's loose silk pajamas, hummed songs from his previous life, leisurely opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows to enjoy the morning that embodies the glorious and civilized city of the English Empire.

Although England's historical process is somewhat different from its previous life, it has also planted the national flag around the world. Even now, it still uses British matching to erode the clothing industries of various countries.

Therefore, it is appropriate for Chen Tianhong to hummed with a song "The Sun Still Not Set".

For some reason, there was a white fog in London today, turning the entire city into a fog city. It looked like a scroll of ancient Western civilization, concealing the vicissitudes of the ancient empire.

Perhaps it is not the white fog, but the water vapor of the Thames River stretches for more than 300 kilometers. If you think about it this way, there will be a little more romantic atmosphere.

Chen Tianhong arrived in London last night. Because he had rested on the plane for an afternoon and was not tired when he landed. After finding the hotel to settle down and having another meal of authentic Wellington steak, he and a few younger writers walked on the streets to enjoy the exotic scenery.

To be honest, compared with Kyoto in China, the city of London is more like a larger European-style town. Chen Tianhong almost said, "It's so rustic."

It is difficult to see particularly modern tall buildings in buildings. In terms of transportation, buses are still the red double-deckers of the past, and taxis are all old black square-headed cars.

But as he walked, Chen Tianhong suddenly felt that this was also a special urban feature. Although it did not have so many tall buildings and not so many lights and wine, it was just like a famous British poet in his previous life said.

"If you are tired of London, you are tired of life, because everything life can give you, London has it!"

The beauty of London is contained in the details. Sometimes ancient buildings may better highlight prosperity. In general, this is a prosperous and romantic city.

"Crack, crack!"

Chen Tianhong took out his cell phone and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, took a few beautiful city photos, sent it to Liu Yifei in China, and made notes to advise Yifei to come to London to find him, so that he could have a romantic trip.

Unfortunately, it was late at night in China and Liu Yifei had already fallen asleep, but he waited for a knock on the door.

After opening the door, Ye Feng called him down to have breakfast and told him that the ticket to Edinburgh had been bought. He repeatedly confirmed to Chen Tianhong that he would not change his mind.

In response, Chen Tianhong gave a positive answer, then closed the door and washed up and changed out of the door.

As for why Ye Feng asked this question, the reason was that today they had to divide the troops into two groups.

Cao Xingkui and more than a dozen science fiction writers went to the Science Fiction Society in London to meet friends, while he and Kim Jung-rui and other detective writers went to the memorial hall of detective master Ellen Brech in Edinburgh.

This was a plan that was set last night. Both groups of people thought that Chen Tianhong would follow him to the Science Fiction Association, but who knew that Chen Tianhong said that he was going to Edinburgh. This answer surprised both parties, but Chen Tianhong now has great autonomy, and even teacher Cao Xingkui had to respect his choice.

When Chen Tianhong changed his clothes and went downstairs to the restaurant, he found Cao Xingkui and Jin Zhongrui sitting on both sides, with an empty dining table in the middle. They were still fighting with their eyes while eating.

In fact, they had no "grudges" at all, and they were friends, but when Chen Tianhong showed a strong interest in detective novels on the plane yesterday, coupled with today's itinerary choice, the atmosphere began to be subtle.

In Cao Xingkui and others' opinion, Chen Tianhong is his own student, and his work "Three-Body Problem" also won the Golden Plumer Award. No matter how you calculate it, they are all from their science fiction circle.

Jin Zhongrui believes that Chen Tianhong is first of all, and his hobbies are wide. He does not belong to any circle. He belongs to himself and the entire writers' association.

Of course, conflicts are also small conflicts. It is nothing more than that both old men like Chen Tianhong and make a little bit of an old child's temper.

"Tianhong! Come here to have a meal here. Teacher, I will order your favorite British sausage, fried eggs and milk for you."

"Tianhong, I have a free seat here. I'll order you breakfast. There are many types. You can pick it up. I'll tell you about the Ellen Master Award during the meal."

When Cao Xingkui and Jin Zhongrui saw Chen Tianhong, they both waved to him happily.

After the two of them finished speaking, they glared at each other fiercely, their eyes intertwined in the air, and perhaps sparks splashed out in a certain dimension.

Chen Tianhong looked at both sides and walked towards his teacher without hesitation.

First, he really likes eating something that the teacher said. Second, he has to "abandon" the teacher to Edinburgh later and spend his breakfast time with him to comfort him. After all, he should try his best to make a bowl of water equal.

Chen Tianhong's choice made Cao Xingkui feel proud in an instant. Several old men hummed proudly at the opposite side, and then moved the sausages and eggs on their plates to Chen Tianhong's plate.

The care is beyond words.

"Tianhong, be careful when going to Edinburgh. This is abroad, not our own country. Come and have another egg."

Cao Xingkui reminded his beloved disciple and picked up the fried eggs.

"Yeah, I know the teacher."

Chen Tianhong nodded obediently, but he didn't eat the eggs, so he was overeating.

"Don't come back too late! You should pay attention to rest so that you can be energetic when you receive the award."

Cao Xingkui specially added accent to the word "received the prize" to remind Chen Tianhong not to forget the purpose of this trip. Moreover, seeing that Chen Tianhong did not eat eggs, he thought he had changed his taste, so he picked up a big sausage.

"Yeah don't worry."

Chen Tianhong nodded again, but in fact he didn't say anything to Cao Xingkui.

The reason why he didn't go to the Science Fiction Association was to have a good rest, because when he arrived at the Science Fiction Association, he would definitely have various social engagements and chats, which was too tiring.

He didn't really want to visit any memorial hall. Chen Tianhong was not interested in Ellen Brech at all. If Conan Doyle was in his previous life, that would be fine.

I went to Edinburgh because Chen Tianhong heard Jin Zhongrui say that they would take the train and swing slowly. Chen Tianhong checked the route, good guy, Thames, Loch Ness, Royal Observatory, Ancient Architecture Castle, Episcopal Church

This is not a bus ride! This is traveling!

So, it is a normal person who knows how to choose.

After breakfast, Chen Tianhong took a black square-head taxi to the train station with a sincere advice from a number of science fiction writers.

The advantage in London is that there is basically no traffic jam. It took more than ten minutes to arrive at Kings Cross Railway Station, one of the oldest railway stations in England.

The station occupies a large area, with a large Christmas tree standing at the entrance of the station hall. Many passengers from all over the world are pulling their luggage back and forth, coming and going, which is very lively.

Although it was Chen Tianhong's first time to come to London, he was very familiar with this old train station because he saw it many times in the movie in his previous life. Even if the details were different, the general architectural style was the same.

When entering the station hall to check tickets, Chen Tianhong asked the young lady in blue uniform if there was a ninth and tenth platform here.

The young lady in uniform looked carefully at the familiar young man in front of her, who had an oriental hole, and then said politely.

"Some sirs, it's about twenty meters to your right."

"OK, thanks!"

Thanking, Chen Tianhong took a small step and ran towards the ninth platform.

Jin Zhongrui and the others looked down at the tickets in their hands. It was the fifth platform!

What is Tianhong doing? Did you see the wrong site?

They hurriedly followed and wanted to pull Chen Tianhong back, leaving the young lady in the spot, with big beautiful eyes open and confused. Suddenly, she remembered something and looked at the newspaper booth next to her.

I saw on the cover of a science fiction magazine, there was a photo that was very similar to the young face just now. The title of the magazine was.

[Anecdotes about the creation of "Three-Body Problem", Ji's youngest winner of the Golden Pler Prize, Chen Tianhong!]

"o my god! It's not such a coincidence!"

The young lady immediately turned around and searched again, but Chen Tianhong had already disappeared from the crowd.

After Chen Tianhong came to the middle of the ninth and tenth platforms, he did not find the marked "Platform 9!".

"It's certain that there is really no Harry Potter in this world, nor does it have the "nine and three-quarters" platform dedicated to the Magic Academy. Alas, I always feel a little regretful! I always want to come here to take photos and check in my previous life."

Chen Tianhong muttered in a low voice. He knew he was thinking too much, but as a senior Harry Potter fan, he came to Kings Cross Railway Station without looking for it, and the obsession in his heart could not be overcome.

"Tianhong, what are you muttering?"

Jin Zhongrui and the others also arrived here at this time, and he asked curiously.

"Oh, Mr. Jin, nothing, I suddenly got an inspiration."

"Inspiration, what inspiration? Detective reasoning?"

All of them were interested.

"No, no, this is coming to London. I saw many ancient castles and this old station. I wondered if I should try to write a novel in the Western Magic series."

Everyone: "."

"Ahem, Tianhong! It's a good thing that you have a wide range of hobbies, but you have to do it step by step. You can't think about coughing, checking your tickets, get on the bus first."

Kim Jung-rui wanted to say the saying "I think it's a matter of one's work", but later he felt it was not good, so he took it back.

Then he patted Chen Tianhong on the shoulder and pushed him towards Platform No. 5.

"This Hongwen is really a "talent". Yesterday, he humbly said that he should study hard to write detective novels. Today he changed his hexagram and wrote about Western magic? How did he, an oriental person, write about Western magic!"

Lu Huaiyi hummed.

"Lao Lu, don't think so. Hongwen is different from us. He is not an ordinary writer. You just didn't see the magazines in the newsstand. There are a few of the covers of him. "

Ye Feng couldn't stand Lu Huaiyi's tone and said loudly.

As a detective writer, his observation of details is much better than that of ordinary people, but it also varies from person to person, and Lu Huaiyi did not discover it.

"A Qi, I know he is great, but people always have weaknesses! He can't write any kind of book that is great."

Ye Feng heard that Lu Huaiyi was referring to the story yesterday. He did not argue. Sometimes it was meaningless to explain too much, because some people always don’t believe in potential, but only believe in the results they hear and see.

The ticket they bought was in the same carriage. After Chen Tianhong got on the train, he picked a seat by the window. He wanted to see the scenery, but Jin Zhongrui and others were not very interested in the scenery along the way.

Tomorrow is an international detective exchange meeting. They want to study the works more carefully. They go to Edinburgh to communicate. This is also the default ceremony for detective writers all over the world. As long as they come to England to participate in the event, they have to go to the Ellen Brech Memorial Hall to see it.

In any case, this detective master is indeed the originator of Western detective novels. The detective novels he created were the first to create the model of detective novels, which plays an important role in the development of detective novels throughout the world.

Although Kim Jung-rui does not recognize that Ellen Blair is the originator of Eastern detective novels, he still needs to respect it.

It takes three to four hours to take the train from London to Edinburgh, and it is almost noon when they arrive.

In order to take care of Chen Tianhong, Jin Zhongrui and the others first found a well-known restaurant for a sumptuous lunch. Why do young people say that taking care of Chen Tianhong are prone to hunger?

Nothing special happened during the memorial hall. I met many detective writers from all over the world. Most of them knew Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng, except Chen Tianhong.

The only thing related to him was that when he was leaving, several Englishmen recognized Chen Tianhong and surrounded him for a photo, saying that they liked "The Three-Body Problem".

This is Chen Tianhong's miscalculation. After he arrived in England, he did not wear a hat or mask. He felt that he should not be popular abroad.

Little did they know that "The Three-Body Problem" has already made Chen Tianhong famous abroad, and in addition, the Kimpler Award was held in England, so it is understandable to be recognized.

That's how some people taste it, such as the "little-minded" Lu Huaiyi.

Who doesn’t have a reputation? Who doesn’t want to walk on the street and be recognized by fans?

You, Chen Tianhong, are you too much. In the memorial hall of the Detective Master, there are even foreign fans who can recognize him. This makes them, the elites of detective writers, have no influence!

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the whistle of the train sounded, and the wheels and the rails collided with a crisp "click, click" sound. You can stop and stop, walk and stop, walk and stop, and stop, very slowly.

Chen Tianhong is still by the window, but in the morning, he watches the sunrise in the east and in the afternoon, he watches the sunset in the west.

"Hongwen, tomorrow is the exchange meeting. How are your new story being prepared?"

When Lu Huai saw Chen Tianhong's leisurely appearance, he decided to find something to make a little uncomfortable.

"New story?"

Chen Tianhong frowned in confusion, and suddenly remembered that he did say on the plane yesterday that he wanted to prepare for exchange of works.

However, he forgot, and then the sound of "click, click." sounded again in his ears. He looked at the retro carriage and a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Yes, the new story, I just got inspiration, and I will write it when I go back."

ps: Let's lay the groundwork, guess which one it is.

(End of this chapter)