48 Hours a Day

"You may have misunderstood me," Zhang Heng said, "I'm not asking for writing advice to become the second who, but just to use these skills to write my own story."

Hemingway looked a little surprised at the news, "From what you're saying, you're planning to ask for advice from many people besides me?"

"What, is there some kind of portal taboo here?"

"That's not true, in fact most people on this estate want their writing style to be accepted by more of their peers, especially the younger generation of creators, literature itself is passed down from generation to generation, we, each generation actually stand on the shoulders of our predecessors and tiptoe up to touch again, but ......"

Hemingway changed his words, "But the people who are able to come to this manor are all authors who have developed their own style, in other words, we've all fumbled our own paths. That's why I said I didn't want to teach you before, after all, discussing and exchanging is one thing, learning is another.

Hemingway paused, "And my personal style is so strong that I'm afraid it will affect your path, not to mention your plans to ask for further advice from others, I can understand how you feel when you first come here, in fact, you're not the first to have such plans, after all, it's rare to find a place that brings together the best group of writers in the world, and There's bound to be someone in there who has influenced you deeply and even led you to the path of literature, but if you get caught up in some of this and give up your own path, then you'll lose more than you gain."

Hemingway wasn't one to mind his own business, in fact if it wasn't for the fact that Zhang Heng was a good shot, was willing to come out to hunt with him in the middle of the night without saying a word, and was also quite right in his temper during the time he spent together, he wouldn't have bothered to say so much to point out the other side.

However, what he didn't expect was that what he got in return for this bitter admonition was Zhang Heng's simple sentence, "I haven't fathomed my own path yet."

"............"

Hemingway choked on that for a full half minute before saying, "Haven't you already published a novel that's had good success? Although you do look young, there is never a shortage of young talent in this line of work, no, I should say that it is precisely because you were young enough to be invited into this manor that you are all the more proof of your talent."

"Actually, it was a complete accident that I could come in." Zhang Heng said truthfully, "If the entrance exam essay doesn't count, I haven't written any stories yet."

"A blank sheet of paper." Hemingway had a somewhat strange expression on his face, "If you're not lying, kid, then what's coming next is going to be very interesting."

"What's interesting about it?"

Hemingway, however, did not answer Chang Heng's question this time, and said to himself, "Hunt with me every Wednesday, and Saturday from now on, and teach me how to shoot as accurately as you do."

"Well, I'm not sure if I have enough time, and like I said before, I can't get much enjoyment out of hunting." Chang Heng.

"You'll have to have enough time, because that's what you'll have to pay for learning to write with me, and it's not just me, I'll bring in those friends of mine to teach you too, and the vast majority of the people I met at the parties in Paris back in the day were idiots, but there was no denying that there were a few guys with real talent, and some of them came to this mountain resort, among other things. I've been here for so long that I've made a few new friends even though I don't participate in group activities much, but the rest of the rest of the mountain village will have to work on your own."

"Thanks." Zhang Heng originally just gave it a try, didn't expect that not only did Hemingway agree to do it, but there were actually additional gains, Hemingway knew the author in the Villa not to mention, just what he said about the Parisian sturdy friends, Zhang Heng didn't remember wrongly among them was Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald.

He died in Los Angeles at the age of 44, but no one can deny his incomparable talent. Haruki Murakami held him in particularly high esteem, and mentioned several times in Norwegian Wood that The Great Gatsby was the most worthwhile novel to read.

Unlike his friend Hemingway, who used simple and straightforward words, Fitzgerald's novels are beautifully dictional, and every sentence is as elegant as poetry, with a deep rhyme, and if you study rhetoric, there is no better teacher than Fitzgerald.

............

By the time Zhang Heng returned to the mansion, it was already the middle of the night, and the dutiful hobbitess housekeeper was actually waiting for him at the door holding an oil lamp.

Seeing him return, she handed him a key with the room number printed on it, and then brought him all the way to the front of the room.

Zhang Heng inserted the key into the keyhole, opened the door, and found that it was still a suite, which had a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, in addition to a study room that faced the garden and could be used for writing and reading.

What is more surprising to Zhang Heng is that the decoration and design inside is actually 21st century style, in addition to the computer he named with Gaim before, there are actually game consoles and projectors inside, and the wall socket also has electricity.

Seemingly knowing what he was thinking, the hobbit housekeeper spoke again, "Every suite of rooms here is different, the manor has always been committed to creating the perfect creative environment for every writer, if you have any other needs, you can always tell me, as long as you don't leave the manor, they can all be met."

After saying that she bowed again and exited the room, but she also took the door with her.

Zhang Heng didn't think about it any further and directly went into the bathroom to rinse off the mud and sweat on his body, after which he opened the wardrobe and picked a set of pajamas from there and also turned off the lights and went to bed.

The next morning, Zhang Heng first went to the room of the fantasy bestselling female author, and met with the latter for breakfast, and then, according to the agreement, the fantasy bestselling female author introduced Zhang Heng to a big person she talked about.

--Shakespeare, as the most acclaimed and well-known author in the history of mankind, he has always been entangled with too many mysteries.

After all, the sixteenth century is too far away from the present, and future generations can only try to recreate the legendary life of this writer from only a few words of history, but even the most accepted version of Shakespeare today still has many people questioning its authenticity.

In this copy, however, Shakespeare was sitting right in front of Zhang Heng, eating fruit while watching two girls playing in the water not far away.