Cultural Scholar: Famous in the World from the Universal History

Kawagoe Kuraaki had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Because he was invited to write a testimonial for the book "Snow Country".

To be honest, at first he wanted to say no outright.

He didn't hate Qin Wen.

He just didn't believe that a novel written in eight days could be any better.

So I don't even want to spend any time reading the book at all.

But after thinking about it carefully, he accepted the suggestion of Jiangshi Publishing House.

He agreed to write a testimonial for the book "Snow Country".

But whether this recommendation is a good word or a bad word is a matter of two words.

Even he doesn't care if his testimonials will be taken seriously and appear in the publicity.

He just wanted to see how the book could be written.

Many people say that Qin Wen has created a miracle.

But he doesn't think so yet.

Unless this novel, written in eight days, can surprise him.

Otherwise, it's not a miracle, it's a joke.

Evening.

He opened the copy of the manuscript that had been mailed to him and placed it on his desk.

There was a bright incandescent light in the study, but he didn't like the strong light.

So he lit the lamp.

The orange light of the table lamp made him feel a touch of comfort and warmth in winter.

He felt comfortable.

Peace of mind.

Then he set his sights on the manuscript.

"Snowpiercer?"

This is the predetermined version that Qin Wen has translated.

He had a slight touch on the title.

Although it doesn't snow in Sakurajima today, he has seen many scenes in a snow country.

It's beautiful, it's detached, it's fragile.

At that time, he will never forget the mentality and state of mind of watching the snow.

With memories of the past, he opened the manuscript.

"After a long tunnel, you will find Snow Country. It was white under the night sky, and the train stopped in front of the signal station......"

This is the beginning of the article.

The concise text unfolds the picture directly in front of Kawagoe Kuraaki.

"It's a lot like the opening ...... of those old movies"

Kawagoe Kuraaki muttered to himself.

He could hear the heavy wheels of the train clattering to a halt.

In the darkness, the white steam on the roof of the car rose and dissipated, and the scene fell silent.

He kept looking.

“...... A girl stood up from the seat across from her, opened the glass window in front of Shimamura's seat, and a stream of cold air swept in.

The girl got up and leaned out of the window, as if calling into the distance, and shouted: Mr. Stationmaster, Mr. Stationmaster!"

I don't know why, but the opening call of one of the protagonists, Yezi, immediately left a very deep impression on Kawagoe Kuraaki.

Even the call of the leaves seemed to be heard in his ears.

"Qin Jun's writing is really ......"

He couldn't even describe the feeling in his heart at once.

It took him a while to realize that this was a very classical way of writing novels.

And it's the beauty of Sakurajima's classical literature with a touch of sadness and poignancy.

He was delighted by this style of writing for a while.

But he soon came to his senses.

This is obviously a novel written by a Xia countryman!

How can there be such an aesthetic and alienating style?

This is not scientific!(If you read a violent novel, you can go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Could it be that Qin Wen is really that genius?

He was confused, deeply confused.

He knew Xia language, so he had read several books written by Qin Wen a long time ago.

In those books, Qin Wen's writing style is both calm and sometimes hot-blooded.

For example, in the book "Huanyu", Qin Wen's pen stroke gives people a very calm attitude. []

In "Three Kingdoms" and "The Old Man and the Sea", they are written very passionately.

"Maybe he's really gifted in literature, his style is varied, but he can capture the essence of every style of writing......"

Kawagoe Kuraaki can only think of this explanation.

He shook his head, dispelling all sorts of thoughts from his head, and then read the book earnestly.

It's late at night.

He carefully closed the manuscript and rubbed his somewhat dry eyes.

Got up and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

He wanted to refresh himself so that he could write down what was in his heart.

Taking a sip of tea, he set the cup aside and turned off the lamp.

It was getting dark in the room.

Only the faint starlight outside the window.

He listened quietly to the voices in the quiet night, closed his eyes and collected his thoughts.

Long.

He opened his eyes.

The lamp was turned back on, and the warm light shone on the notebook on the desk again.

He quietly wrote in his notebook:

I was initially resistant to Qin Jun's work, because like many people, I didn't believe that what could be written in Eight Days would be a good work.

But when I read the whole book, I realized that I was wrong.

Qin Jun can't look at it with normal thinking.

Naturally, his work cannot be judged by the time of its creation. "

After writing the beginning, he officially entered the main text.

"The book Snow Country feels like a melting snowflake, clean and empty.

Qin Jun's beautiful writing reveals a touch of sorrow, quiet and sincere.

It is a perfect expression of the beauty of mourning.

In terms of delicate and sad true feelings, "Snow Country" can be called a swan song...... Qi"

Taking another sip of tea, he wrote the last paragraph:

“...... In this cold and windy winter, there are no real snowflakes, but we can create a snowflake in our hearts - turn a page of "Snow Country", read it with the golden warm sun, and flow tears that have not overflowed our eyes for a long time......"

When he was done, he sat back in his chair.

Turn off the lamp again.

The study suddenly became dark again.

He listened quietly to the sound of the wind outside the window, and the cold moonlight fell on the tip of his pen.

Silent circulation.