Cyber Heroes

"Remembering the past..." Babbitt sat down on the ground next to Xiang Shan: "My hero, do you have a lot of past?"

Xiang Shan glanced at him: "It's not a big deal."

It's not yet time to "announce the rebirth of the God of War". Xiangshan has no intention of revealing his true identity.

The time to light up the “stage” is not now.

Babbitt said: "Yes, yes, I really like listening to stories. I am looking for stories every day. If you are willing to tell your past stories, I don't have to worry about what to broadcast today, hero."

"Haha." Xiang Shan smiled: "Does this bother you? O. Henry and Maupassant are both masters of short stories. After them there is Flaubert - there are many writers in the old generation, and there is no end to them."

"But the stories of the old times are still the stories of the old times." Babbitt said: "There are too few stories of our time."

Xiang Shan raised his head again and looked at the waning moon.

There are too few new age stories because "culture" is destroyed.

People are still allowed to write on the Internet. They are free to keep the written records they leave behind. But "literary activity" itself is stripped of its meaning because "culture" is erased. Many residents today feel that recording “untrue” stories in words lacks practical significance.

Not to mention, the era after the great fusion of writing has not yet honed the "beauty of language that everyone can accept" - it is not that the language itself is ugly, but that it has no chance to form a beautiful form.

The 212 years since the sublimation war have been almost completely blank in literature.

As for why I say "almost", it's because the collective creation through word of mouth has never stopped.

As far as Xiangshan knew, one of the few long stories told by this Babbitt included "the legend of the warrior gods." This is the presentation of the stories of the Wu Zu personality masks after collective artistic processing.

Except for the eighth Martial God who lay dormant until death and failed to transform into a dragon, all the Martial Gods have made spectacular achievements in the solar system. Even the eighth Martial God shocked the whole world when he died. These "mountains that are not mountains" have left their footprints in the world. These footprints were collected by caring people, and then connected into a complete romantic story through artistic processing.

This program is for people in the martial arts world or young people who are interested in joining the martial arts world. For most people, the God of War is just a mythical thing, something that "oh, I think I've heard of it". But Jianghu people are very familiar with this story. No matter which section they start listening to, they can understand the cause and effect.

Just like "Three Kingdoms" can separate "Dingjun Mountain" and "Battle at Changsha", "Journey to the West" can only talk about "Havoc in the Heavenly Palace" and "Three Fights with White Bone Demons".

Of course, some of the excerpts sounded quite... quite shameful to Xiang Shan.

However, this story of the Legend of the God of War cannot always be told. There is a certain probability that this will attract government action. Although there are no taboos under Dyson's principles, telling the story of the God of War is equivalent to promoting the ideas of the Martial Ancestor and spreading chivalry - which "can be defined as anti-humanity" in the logic of the government.

Otherwise, Babbitt wouldn’t have to worry about what to broadcast every day.

“If you’re going to tell a story about a new era, then why don’t you tell your own story?”

Xiang Shan asked.

"My story..." Babbitt was astonished, "Are you talking about my own story? Do I have any spectacular experiences? How can this be easy to tell?"

"Mr. Maupassant did not ride in a carriage with a woman named Ball de Suif, nor did he have an uncle named Jules." Xiangshan said: "How do you think they came up with those stories?"

Babbitt pondered for a moment: "I haven't thought about this issue at all. But I just feel that... my own story may not be as good as the past stories."

Xiang Shan said: "What do you think about writing stories?"

Babbitt thought for a moment and shook his head.

Xiang Shan asked in a different way: "So, among the things that happened in this era, which one makes you feel like you wish that everyone knew about it?"

Babbitt's eyes lit up and he said: "You know, hero. It was the one three years ago."

Xiang Shan spread his hands and said, "You can tell me more."

"Three years ago, a hero assassinated a leader of the heavily guarded Scientific Research Knights. When he was evacuating, a singer named Old Crab took the initiative to go around Jayhawk City to help him evacuate. Broadcast the movement of the army in Jayhawk City so that the hero can be prepared."

"Mr. Mr. Crab was hit by a short- and medium-range tactical missile under the attack of the government. However, his sacrifice was definitely not in vain... It shouldn't be? I heard that the patron who pursued the hero was He was also killed in the formation."

Xiang Shan spread his hands: "Look, the foundation of a good story is there, isn't it?"

Babbitt was a little embarrassed: "But this is too short. It's only a hundred words, and it can be finished in one or two minutes."

Xiangshan folded his hands: "Is there any part of this story that you don't know?"

Babbitt scratched his head: "I don't know Mr. Crab at all, and I have no idea what kind of person he is. There are some recordings of his broadcasts on the Internet, but they are not complete. All I know is that he likes to sing. of good people.”

"That's enough." Xiang Shan said, "You can add other things yourself."

Babbitt was confused: "But, I don't know the specifics of this old Mr. Crab..."

"Use other people's stories, use your own experiences, or even use your own stories." Xiang Shan said: "These are all free."

"But isn't this a little...offensive to Mr. Krabs?"

"I'm not asking you to make up a story and then declare to the world, 'This is the past of Old Crab.'" Xiang Shan shook his head, "You use that scene to tell a story, and then tell others that there is Old Crab in your story. shadow."

"Ah this..." Babbitt was stunned as if he had been opened to a new world.

Xiang Shan shook his head.

Such a conversation seemed incredible to him. Anyone with a basic education should know what "fiction" is. At most, they just don't know how to describe this process in concise language.

But Babbitt really didn't seem to understand. He couldn't imagine how the "story" came to be.

In fact, his observation skills are quite good. In Xiangshan's view, the Maupassant and O. Henry rewritten by Babbitt retained the original skeleton while filling them with the flesh and blood of this era, making it easy for people of this era to accept them.

This is actually the threshold for mastering the technology of "literature".

But he couldn't think of "fictional stories" on his own. Although "fiction" is an instinct of human beings, "consciously fictionalizing content that everyone knows is not true" is a technology that was only mastered by humans long after the birth of civilization.

Without this culture, words are just words.

However, the moment Xiangshan mentioned this...the moment Babbitt realized this, things were completely different.

Xiang Shan said: "Are you interested in hearing another story? A story about 'making stories'."

Babbitt nodded.

The story of Xiangshan is also very ancient. Babbitt collected many fragments of Maupassant on the Internet. Although Babbitt did not know what "France" was, he probably knew that there was such a "commonly imagined collective", so Xiangshan did not change his background.

A young soldier fell seriously ill before going to war and had to be sent home. The regiment leader took advantage of this and entrusted his daughter, an eight-year-old girl, to the soldiers and asked her to take her back to France and give her to the regiment leader's sister to raise.

The leader lost his wife very early and had to take his daughter with him. But that battle might be very dangerous. This was the first time the girl left her father, and she was unhappy along the way.

The soldier tried his best to make the girl happy and told her all the stories he knew. Among them is the story of the "Golden Rose" - when the soldier was a child, he had a neighbor, an old lady, who had a golden rose. No matter how poor the old lady is, she refuses to sell the Golden Rose. It is said that her lover gave it to her many years ago. It is said that those who own the Golden Rose will always be happy. The story ends with the old lady getting acquainted with the rich painter son again and living together.

The war was over, and the soldier became a janitor and became impoverished. One day many years later, the soldier met the grown-up girl. The girl quarreled with her lover and cried. The soldier helps the girl reconcile with her lover. When saying goodbye, the grown-up girl told the soldier that she still remembered the story of Golden Rose.

"I don't think that dandy is the one to give you the Golden Rose," was what the soldier thought. He came up with the idea of ​​giving the girl a golden rose. Although he couldn't give the girl happiness, a golden rose might.

He works in a goldsmith's workshop and takes the dust from the goldsmith's workshop back to his home every day, looking for a little bit of gold sand in the dust. He accumulated gold day after day, hoping to accumulate enough gold to create the Golden Rose.

Many years later, he did it. But because of his old age, he was too shy to walk in front of the girl from back then. The year he plucked up the courage to build Qiangwei, he learned that the girl's family had left that country. Soldiers were stripped of their motivation to live.

When the soldier died of illness, only the goldsmith who made the rose came to visit him. The goldsmith received the golden rose wrapped in an old blue hairband.

Babbitt felt like crying as he listened to this story. If he still had tear ducts, he would cry.

Babbitt asked: "My hero, what does this story have to do with the topic just now?"

"This is literature, Lao Ba." Xiang Shan said.

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