A middle-aged writer promotes his new book in public, telling the content of his new novel.
A young English man who loves to write and his new wife are on their honeymoon in France. They find a worn but still delicate briefcase in an antique store. The wife sees that he likes it and buys it. Back in real life, the young man is still working hard and sticking to his dream of being a writer. After being turned down by the publisher, the young man shoved a thick stack of manuscripts, which he had written for three years, into the trash. When he was discouraged and depressed, he unexpectedly found a stack of manuscripts in the interlayer of the antique briefcase. After reading one page, he couldn't stop and read all the manuscripts in one breath, and his mood was difficult to calm down for a long time. It was so well written, the words were exactly what he wanted to write, like running out of his blood, making his blood boil. He even copied the errors into the computer word for word. Fingers fluttered on the keyboard and couldn't stop for a moment. He wanted to let these words flow through his blood one by one, and it seemed that only then, they naturally became his own words. Later, the novel won unanimous praise from industry insiders, and the reputation came one after another. Young people couldn't help but enjoy the glamorous life brought by it. On a rainy night, he and his beloved wife got into a taxi after attending an award-winning event. Under the eaves, an elderly man stood quietly by the side, watching them go away. Eyes like torches. One day, the old man followed, and they met on a bench in Central Park. Without anger or blame, the old man spoke to him, telling the true story in the pile of yellowed manuscripts in detail. Talk about when he started to like writing, how he fell in love with the beautiful clerk in the coffee shop by accident, got married, and had lovely children. While typing beside the typewriter, he looked at his wife who was gently comforting the sleeping child, with a gentle smile on his face. It was the happiest and most beautiful time of his life. Immediately afterwards, the child died due to illness, and the wife collapsed several times, leaving only a few words to leave. In his grief, he regained the desire to write. He sat back in front of the typewriter, starting from the back of his wife's message sheet, and continued to write. Those words gurgled out uncontrollably. Soon, a week later He's done writing. With the novel he just finished, he went to the country to find his wife, hoping to get back together. The wife hugged his novel in tears, packed it into a briefcase, and got on the train back to the city with her luggage. When getting off the train, the briefcase was left on the train. The young man who sees the novel as his life is furious and cannot forgive her mistakes. Of course, they didn't get back together. After speaking, facing the puzzled questions of the young man, the old man said loudly and forcefully, "It is joy and pain that made those words come into being. If you take away those words, you have to bear the corresponding pain." People are speechless. After the old man left, the young man suffered from inner torment. He wanted to make it clear to the old man and sincerely regret it. In the old man's conservatory, he frankly expressed his inner panic, wanting to recover and make amends. The old man refused. All redemption and remedies are meaningless. He said, "We will make many choices in life. The hardest thing to do is that you have to continue living with these choices." In front of his lover and novels, the old man chose novel. Before morality and fame, young people choose fame. After telling the story, the middle-aged writer met a beautiful woman who admired him at an event banquet. Their conversation was like flirting. Under the constant questioning of the woman, he said, "You have to make a difference between reality and fiction." Choose, they can be infinitely close, but they will never overlap." The woman was deeply immersed in it, unable to stop. When lust sprouted, the middle-aged writer stopped abruptly. He chose reality. The three embedded stories are interlinked, like a writer telling his real experiences at different times, and also like the pain and confusion faced by three independent writers at different stages of their lives. In any case, for those who love writing, they can deeply feel the darkness and siege they have experienced on this road, the days and nights of love and hate. You have to choose between reality and fiction, which can be infinitely close but never coincide. The woman is deeply caught up in it, and she can't stop. When the lust sprouted, the middle-aged writer stopped abruptly. He chose reality. The embedded three stories are interlinked, like a writer telling his real experiences in different periods , is also like the pain and confusion faced by three independent writers at different stages of their lives. In any case, for those who love writing, they can deeply feel the darkness and siege, love and hate they have experienced on this road. Intertwined day and night. You have to choose between reality and fiction, which can be infinitely close but never coincide. The woman is deeply caught up in it, and she can't stop. When the lust sprouted, the middle-aged writer stopped abruptly. He chose reality. The embedded three stories are interlinked, like a writer telling his real experiences in different periods , is also like the pain and confusion faced by three independent writers at different stages of their lives. In any case, for those who love writing, they can deeply feel the darkness and siege, love and hate they have experienced on this road. Intertwined day and night.
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