My Inseparable House Guests

Seeing that Lu Xun's eyes were bloodshot, Fang Ze couldn't tell him about Lin Jingxuan asking them to go to the studio, so he said to him, "Would you like to eat and sleep for a while?"

"It's true that I'm a little hungry, but there's no need for food, just a few sips of water and a piece of cake."

"There seems to be bread and milk at home." Fang Ze found a box of milk and a large piece of bread from the refrigerator, heated them in a microwave oven, and gave them to Lu Xun.

After a simple meal, Lu Xun went back to his room and went to sleep. Fang Ze called Lin Jingxuan and asked him to send him the texts that needed to be translated from the Internet. He translated some of them first, and then went to his studio in the afternoon .

A little later in the text, Fang Ze was translating the text, when he heard someone walking behind him, he raised his head, and it turned out that Lu Xun had gotten up.

"I only slept for six hours, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Fang Ze asked.

"It's enough." Lu Xun stretched his waist, and then looked out of the window. Fang Ze said, "I ate bread in the morning. Although it was soft, it was not much different from the bread I had at that time. I don't know if there is anything worth tasting around here." The delicious food can be eaten."

"There is a good Yunnan restaurant nearby, and it will be there in a short time by car." Fang Ze spoke out what he had prepared long ago.

Even if Lu Xun didn't mention food, Fang Ze planned to wait until Lu Xun woke up and take him to eat food.

All truly great writers are full of love and attention to life.

Dream of the Red Chamber can be said to be a very typical example.

While describing all kinds of intrigues in the family, he also did not forget to write about eating and drinking in detail.

The same is true of Lu Xun's works.

Green beans from the hometown, rice wine from Kong Yiji, bamboo shoots boiled in salt, fennel beans, steamed vegetables from the storm, etc. Although the description is not as luxurious as that in the Red Mansion, but the country is close to the people, and the language is short but can arouse people's curiosity.

An author who likes to eat can't hide it, and his books will always reveal his feelings about eating and drinking unconsciously.

For example, when an author of an online article is updating late at night, if a few words about eating and drinking are suddenly mixed in, there is a high probability that this foodie is hungry in the middle of the night.

When Lu Xun went out, he originally wanted to take the books with him, but after looking at the brand-new books that Father Fang bought to fill the bookcase, he finally put them down.

Fang Ze found an excuse to go over to take a look at the title of the book, and then took his own tablet and downloaded it locally for Lu Xun.

As a result, Lu Xun was a little dizzy because it was the first time he sat in a taxi and watched the tablet.

"After all, there are no books." Lu Xun handed the tablet back to Fang Ze.

"That's because you're not used to it." Fang Ze said, "Reading books on this device is indeed not as comfortable as paper books. But the convenience is irreplaceable. If our next generation starts from a young age, they will use this They still can’t bear to flip through the pages of the book even if they don’t use the device to read the book.”

"That's true." Lu Xun looked at this bustling world curiously, and then thought about the era he lived in. For a while, various ideas came up, and he wanted to write something.

Eat ostentation in big hotels, eat delicious food in small alleys.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with this sentence in Didu. Food is something that is generally enjoyed for one cent, three cents for three cents, and four cents for one dollar at most.

And sometimes for a dollar

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The enjoyment you get is actually no different from three cents.

After all, it is no news that top hotels use ordinary ingredients to pretend to be top-quality ingredients. Most of the catering industry around the world does this. After all, the number of top-level ingredients is limited, and it is difficult to grow, but there are more and more rich people all over the world.

This is just like Lafite in 1982. There were already tens of thousands of bottles, but everyone wanted to drink it.

what to do?

I had no choice but to use inferior products to pretend, because those who can drink the authentic and inferior products must have a way to drink the real one, but if they can’t drink it, it doesn’t matter which one they drink.

This is also the reason why Huaxia can sell hundreds of thousands of bottles of 1982 Lafite a year.

Entering the alley, if you don't look up, you can't see those high-rise buildings, which makes Lu Xun feel a little more familiar.

As a person who has lived in the imperial capital for many years, he is much more familiar with the alleys of the imperial capital than Fang Ze.

It's just that the current Hutong family is not as dilapidated and dirty as it was back then.

Dian Ke Lai is the best Yunnan restaurant that Fang Ze has eaten in the imperial capital.

Although the price is slightly expensive, it definitely belongs to the kind of place where you spend three cents, get three cents, or even four cents to enjoy.

The restaurant here is remodeled from the bungalows in the Hutong. The atrium has specially added a glass room, and some viewing seats are set up on the second floor, which looks both historical and modern.

The two sat on a mahogany table, ordered a few signature dishes here, and then Fang Ze was about to find a topic to chat with Lu Xun, so as to wake up his soul that was already covered by the stench of copper, when Lin Jingxuan called again .

"Hey, Fang Ze. I'm playing our little game right now. Is your Uncle Zhou around? I have a few questions I want to ask."

Fang Ze looked around and found that the tables were far apart, so he nodded and said, "Here, if you have any questions, please tell me, I will ask him."

"There is a saying, 'You say Huaxia is not good, if you have the ability, you immigrate' Did Lu Xun say it?"

"This sentence is not from Lu Xun, okay?" Fang Ze told Lin Jingxuan that it was not, without asking Lu Xun.

"The person who told me said it clearly." Lin Jingxuan said, "Please ask me, anyway, that's probably what it means. I won't be able to find out what the original words are."

Fang Ze heard what Lin Jingxuan said, so he said this to Lu Xun.

"That's really what I said." Lu Xun took out the special cigarette that Fang Ze took out from his father from his pocket, and wanted to take a few puffs, but seeing that no one in this restaurant smoked, he went to the restaurant again. Put the cigarette case back.

"But that's not what I said." Lu Xun recalled for a while, and then said, "This sentence should be a sentence I wrote in the soul of the debate. The original sentence was 'You say that China is not good. You are a foreign country. People? Why don’t you go abroad? It’s a pity that foreigners look down on you...’”

After hearing Lu Xun's words, Fang Ze was really surprised. Lu Xun had already said those words that are used to tear people up on the Internet nearly a hundred years ago.

If Lu Xun was born in modern times, Fang Ze dare not say whether he could become a great writer, but there are probably few people who can tear him apart online.

This kind of person who doesn't say a single swear word, but makes others swear in anger, is the real master of swearing.