Hearing that Chen Xing agreed to his request, Karl breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
He has been writing this last one for a long time. It is because he wanted to have a cover that belongs only to him and say goodbye to his current self and his future self on this book, so he waited until now.
This idea first came about after seeing the portrait photos taken by Chen Xing.
He also asked many local photographers in Northern Europe, but found that the people photographed by Chen Xing were more interesting. Now that they met in Oslo in this way, it must be said that it is a very special fate.
Chen Xing was also very sad and said, "I didn't expect that you would have to say goodbye to this career when I just started my career as a writer."
"You also wrote a book?"
"Yes, it is a travel diary about France. I have traveled all over the north and south of France in the past two years, and I have summarized some of the scenic spots, points of note, restaurants, hotels, etc. when traveling in France, and wrote it into a book. "
"Then I have to read it carefully. Although I have been to France several times, to be honest, I have never really understood it."
Chen Xing smiled and said: "If you can see my works in Norway, then I will really become a great writer."
He lowered his head and saw the "I'm Finally Not a Writer" that Karl gave to him, and said: "But I will send you a copy. There are a lot of photos in it. Even if you can't understand the Chinese characters, you can still understand them. Of photos.”
Karl, who was several decades old, naturally knew what Chen Xing was talking about and said, "If you don't want this book, you can return it to me..."
Chen Xing quickly threw the book into the other hand away from Karl and said, "Hey, you can't take back what I gave you."
This action made Karl smile with satisfaction.
It seems that Chen Xing still likes this gift.
He liked Chen Xing's sometimes clever and sometimes childish character, which made him feel a little younger. After learning that Chen Xing had started writing, he also shared some techniques and his own writing skills. difficulties encountered at the time.
The book he wrote was an autobiography, but during the writing process, his relatives knew about it and came to threaten him not to let his name appear in the work. This forced Carl to change his relative's name.
Chen Xing felt that no matter how their images were in the book, they would at least leave their names in history after they were written down.
If they change their names, wouldn’t the Norwegians around them know what they are called?
Alas, if Carl were a relative of Chen Xing, he would never refuse to have his name appear in his book.
Carl had other things to do in the afternoon, so he ran away after receiving the call. Chen Xing wandered the street alone for two hours, feeling a little bored. When he walked to the beach, he saw the yachts parked on the sea again.
Well, I really want to go up and experience actinium.
Even if it is winter now, since the sea is not frozen, it would be comfortable to bring a chair out and bask in the sun on the yacht during the day.
So Chen Xing began to think about who to contact.
He met several friends in Oslo, Solin, Eriksson, Keira, and Ai. These people all own yachts, and they talked about it that night. Although Keira didn't know if they did, she probably did.
Will a wealthy family living in Oslo not own a yacht?
You can do it without a car, but you can’t do it without a yacht.
But it was inconvenient that Keila was a woman, Chen Xing was not very familiar with her, and Erikson was obviously not a very playful person. After much deliberation, Ai was more suitable, and we could go to Iceland with him in the future.
It’s you!
So I took out my phone...
…
Here Chen Xing is urgently contacting his friends to take a few girls out to sea, while on the other hand Knausgaard has just walked into the publishing house.
The book was supposed to be published in the middle of the year, but Knausgaard was never satisfied with the cover.
For writers of this level, publishing houses should pay more attention to the opinions of writers when contacting them. Otherwise, if a small writer dares to make requests to the publishing house or even postpone publication, then they will definitely let the small writer know. Why are the flowers so red?
Knowing that Knausgaard had gone to see Chen Xing today, several editors who saw him quickly asked.
"Mr. Knausgaard, did your communication with Mr. Chen go smoothly?"
"Did he promise to take pictures of you?"
This is what they are most concerned about.
Chen Xing is the person Knausgaard most wants to work with after meeting many photographers. If he doesn't agree, then Knausgaard can't continue to be willful about the cover issue, or he can just find a photographer to shoot it. , or just listen to them and use the cover recommended by the publisher.
After Knausgaard came in, he took off his coat and hung it at the door. There were many foreign editors in this publishing house. They couldn't stand the cold in Northern Europe. The heating was turned up very high. He couldn't stand the temperature and was suffocated to death. .
"Of course, Xing looks a little cold from a distance, but he is a great young man. Chatting with him made time fly by without realizing it. I almost forgot to get here."
"So this is why you are late?"
Knaus smiled and said, "Yes."
The editor-in-chief also came out at this time and asked: "When can he shoot you?"
"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he said he has to contact a photo studio first."
"Who will contact us? Us?"
"He said he would do it himself."
"Okay, then we can publish the book before Christmas."
Europe has the habit of sending Christmas gifts to each other. When the time comes, Knausgaard's "Mein Kampf 6" will be bought and given as Christmas gifts by many people. Even a Norwegian can receive it in one night. Seven or eight identical books.
This year he hopes the books will all be Mein Kampf
Thinking of this scene, the editor-in-chief looked at Knausgaard with particularly tender eyes.
This is not a writer, this is a cornucopia.
They then held a small meeting to discuss how to promote the publication. Then two hours later, news suddenly broke on some Norwegian forums that Knaus's latest work, which is also the last Mein Kampf, will be published soon.
This message spread to the whole country at an extremely fast speed, and then to the Nordic region and the European region.
When the publishing house saw this situation, it also asked Knausgaard to come forward and say a few words.
Facing the camera, Knausgaard said with a slightly tired expression: "Yes, the sixth volume is indeed going to be published. This is also my last one. I will no longer continue to live as a writer. "
The reporters stood up collectively.
"Mr. Knausgaard, are you in good spirits?"
"Are you leaving this world?"
These are things that are not too big to watch. No matter what answer they get here, when they return to the company, an article "National Writer Karl Ove Knausgaard Decides to Die" will be released immediately.
There are also normal people who ask: "Mr. Knausgaard, do you want to close the book? Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"
"A lot. I want to go fishing, go mountain climbing with my friends, and travel around the world. I'm fifty years old and I don't have much time left for free activities. By the way, I might even become a photographer. , I met a friend who is good at taking photos, and I also invited him to shoot the portrait cover for me."
Huh? Knausgaard spoke highly of this photographer.
Authors in the cultural circle all know that Knausgaard has been waiting for this cover for several months. Who is he waiting for now?
"Who is the photographer you are talking about?"
Knausgaard nodded and said: "The photographer I most want to work with is Mr. Chen Xing from China. His works have a rich sense of story. I want to use his creations to connect the present me and the future me. Make a cut.”
Yes, cutting.
He has gone away with the publication of several autobiographies, but his life will continue in the future.
As he said before, maybe he can become a professional photographer. Even if he doesn't write, he will use another way to express his inner emotions.
"Chen Xing?"
Some people heard this name for the first time, and some people knew a little bit about Chen Xing.
However, after returning home, they will search for information about this photographer. After all, Chen Xing's photography determined the publication time of Knausgaard's work. This still needs to be discussed in detail.
………………
wind!
Cold wind!
In the cold wind, Ai only wore a leather swimsuit that covered his whole body. He was surfing on the sea while pulling a rope connected to the yacht. His curly hair was wet from the water. He pushed it back with his hands and screamed strangely!
"Woohoo! It's so cool, Xing, do you want to try surfing?"
On the deck, Chen Xing clung to the railing of the yacht, and the wind blew his hair, rustling...
It's just him here, no girls!
Damn it, I should have thought of it a long time ago. How could the thrill-seeking Ai have a comfortable yacht? His car was called a speedboat, and it was slightly bigger. It was called a yacht. The things inside were very crude, and the horsepower was very strange.
Chen Xing doesn't believe it if he hasn't changed.
Oh, no, I can’t say that he is the only one on this boat. There is also a friend who was called by Ai to drive the yacht. His name is Tom or Sam. Anyway, driving the yacht on this sea is as crazy as Ai. Huge splashes follow the speedboat. It can fly more than three meters high when passing by.
"I can't!" Chen Xing shouted.
If you don't shout louder, Ai, who is holding the rope, might not be able to hear you.
"No? It won't matter. It's very simple."
Chen Xing didn't want to go. It wasn't a question of whether he could swim or not. The key was that he was a relatively average swimmer and was scared of playing such a dangerous sport on the water, so he might as well stay on the boat and enjoy the cold wind.
Alas, I will never go out with Ai next time.
Regretting...
Yachting was very exciting at first, but after a long time it became boring. However, Ai had a great time skateboarding.
Chen Xing saw an island in the distance and asked Tom, who was driving the yacht, "Is that island Nacolmen Island?"
"Yes, a holiday island."
Chen Xing and Solin had seen this island before when they were looking at the sea in the manor. They heard that there were many beautiful stones and shells on it, so they said, "Can we go and play on it?"
Tom couldn't make the decision, he was just called to drive the yacht.
"You have to ask Ai about that."
Chen Xing quickly went to the stern of the ship to shout, and called up Ai Orlando, who had been playing for a long time.
After he got on the boat, he said: "What's wrong? Have you thought about it carefully? Surfing is a very fun thing. I guarantee you will like it."
"No, no, no, I heard that there are many colorful stones and shells on Nacolmen Island. I want to go up and have a look."
Ai's eyes widened.
"Oh my God! Are you a girl or a boy? Who would like those shiny stones?"
"I'm not a girl, but I have my own girl." Chen Xing spread his hands and explained.
"You have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, that's obvious."
"Then you asked me to find some little models for you. You are really... really bad, hehehe!"
Chen Xing patted his forehead.
"Why am I looking for you? I should be looking for Thorin..."
He originally thought Erikson was an innocent child, but why are you, Ai, like this too?
"What are you doing with him?" Ai sighed and crossed his arms. "If I had known you liked this kind of tune, I shouldn't have sailed out on this ship. If I had told you earlier, I thought you Chinese people were not like this."
"What kind of person?" Chen Xing rolled his eyes.
It’s not like he really wants to do something with the models, he just wants to experience the corrupt life of a capitalist, so what?
"Okay, we've already come out anyway. Do you want to find rocks on the island to send to your girlfriend?"
"Well, she likes colorful things."
It wasn't far away originally, but now the boat is heading in that direction and it will arrive at the dock soon.
Chen Xing asked: "Is your house up here?"
"No, the house is very expensive. Erikson has it. If you want to take a look, you can ask him for the password to the door."
"never mind."
There were not many boats at the pier. It seemed that some boats had been parked for a long time and had a lot of dirt on them. Chen Xing even saw fish carcasses.
Oh, my heart hurts so much.
It is recommended that the wealthy people donate their unwanted yachts and unused luxury cars to the poor. These sophisticated things are not easy to break after long-term use. If left alone for a few months, electronic parts will start to break down.
The three of them went to the island, and Ai introduced: "There are more people on this island in summer, but now it is estimated that there are only some people who have lived there for a long time or community workers."
Although this is a resort island, it can also be considered a community.
Every day, people come here by boat to clean and check the infrastructure, so the roads are still very clean. The houses are different from the houses in the city. The houses here are in a uniform color, and they look neat and beautiful.
If Chen Xing wants to go to the beach on this island, he has to go through the entire resort.
Fortunately, it wasn't very big here, and he soon saw a piece of sand.
The beach here is not as comfortable as the beach in France. Although Chen Xing did not take off his shoes, Chen Xing still felt that the sand here was too rough and not delicate. There were about a dozen people on the beach, including five children.
Indeed, this rumor of colorful stones and shells can easily attract some girls and small children.
When traveling to a city, a souvenir can be a commemorative coin bought in a store, a local specialty, or a stone or a shell here, or anything that reminds you of this place when you see it.
(End of chapter)
