"For example, some people don't brush their teeth or wash their face when they wake up in the morning, and start writing with bad breath. So what readers see are the works written by this author in the mood of getting up."
"Are you talking about Balzac or Hemingway? Many authors like to work in the morning."
"Balzac is a coffee puppet with a big heart. It is absolutely appropriate to call him the most coffee-loving writer in the world."
Liu Yun smiled helplessly, "There is nothing wrong with liking coffee, but Balzac drank too much. It is said that he drank 50,000 cups of coffee in his life, fifty cups a day."
"It seems you don't have the habit of drinking coffee to write."
Mu Chun became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.
"I don't. I only drink one cup of coffee a day."
"Hemingway's inspiration always broke out after he changed his wife, and he liked to write in the morning before his wife woke up. Who knows if he brushed his teeth, washed his face, etc. It is said that when he and his new wife were in Paris, We rented a very cold house and had to go to bed early every day to keep each other warm. Hemingway liked that attic and said that he always had a clear mind in the morning.
This guy really is a tough guy and he writes while standing up. "
Liu Yun liked Hemingway very much, and became interested when Muchun mentioned Hemingway.
"He also liked to put ten sharpened pencils on the table so that he could write smoothly."
Muchun curled his lips and said, "I remember it was twenty."
"It's ten. You can read A Moveable Feast."
"I read it from A Moveable Feast. You must be remembering it wrong."
Liu Yun was so confident, how could he remember this question wrongly. Since the other party was a doctor, Liu Yun had no choice but not to argue.
"Cortázar likes to pet cats, and there are too many writers who like to pet cats. There is a study that says writers who like cats are more likely to become famous than writers who like dogs."
It seems that this doctor knows a lot.
"He does like to pet cats."
In fact, Liu Yun didn't know Cortázar very well, but he didn't want to show that he didn't know. As a writer, you can't say you don't know some well-known authors.
Being well-read is an excellent quality.
"Rousseau loved heat. He sat in the scorching sun with his scalp bare and sweating profusely, working hard to create and enjoying the pleasure brought by the heat wave."
Muchun's endorsement became more and more excited the more he spoke.
"But Bossuet loved the cold. He often wore a coat, stuffed his head into a thick fur hat, and had to stay in a room like an ice cellar to create."
"That's amazing. He is really knowledgeable and talented."
Liuyun was a little proud and spread his hands, as if to say, it's nothing, it just happens to be familiar to him.
"Woolf also likes to write standing up, and there is that one who wrote "An Angel Looks Homeward"."
"Angel Looking at Hometown", what's bad, this book is so famous, Liu Yun even forgot who the author of this book was for a moment.
Although the doctor also looked confused and couldn't remember even after racking his brains, it was normal for him to not be able to remember, but it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't remember either.
The more anxious I am, the less I can think of it. The writer who is obviously ready to speak out, but can't say anything.
“His editor was Hemingway and Fitzgerald’s editor.”
"Speaking of it, Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby" is such a masterpiece, Hemingway is also ashamed of himself."
"Are you saying that Hemingway committed suicide because he was so ashamed of himself that he wrote "The Great Gatsby" so well?"
"Of course not. Hemingway was a tough guy. I think his death was definitely the fault of that shotgun. How could that shotgun be left in that place?"
"It seems you really like Hemingway."
"Of course. Idol."
Mu Chun crossed her hands in fascination, as if admiring him.
"Has the author figured it out?"
Liuyun's neck was red, too bad, he still hadn't figured it out yet.
Fortunately, Chu Sisi interrupted at this time: "I have to go for a check-up. If I don't go, I won't be able to do anything in the morning. If I can't finish it in the afternoon, I will have to queue up again tomorrow."
"No, I don't have time to come out tomorrow, so I can only finish it today."
"Then go quickly. If there's anything you need to talk about, can we talk to you next week?"
"Yes, yes, Dr. Chu is right. Let's talk again next week. I was just thinking about who is the author of "Angel Looks Hometown"? Why can't the author remember his name? It's really troublesome, and he still needs me as a reader. It takes a lot of brainpower.”
Liu Yun wanted to explain that it was not that he didn't remember. Not only did he remember, but he also liked the author very much, but he just forgot his name.
Speaking of which, I really have a problem with my memory. Recently, it seems that the more I try to remember something, the less I can remember it. I used to have a very good memory.
"Won't you give me some medicine or something?"
When you come to the hospital to see a doctor, you have to give some medicine, why don't you just go back empty-handed?
"Are you having trouble sleeping? For example, waking up very early, having difficulty falling asleep, or not being able to wake up at all?"
How can we say that these three states are not the same problem? How can this doctor put them together? It seems that apart from being closer to home, community hospitals have no other advantages.
However, there seems to be no corresponding department in the big hospital where you can register for medical treatment. This mental and physical department is really confusing.
"Then prescribe some smart medicine."
"Smart drug?"
Liu Yun had never heard of this medicine. He asked carefully: "Did you take the medicine that makes you smart? When was it developed?"
"Ah, yes, you will become smarter after taking the medicine. Do you want some?"
The doctor seemed to see the patient's doubts and waved his hand, "Or add some vitamins to make the body more energetic, and the brain's computing speed will increase; the same goes for drugs to improve sleep; if you need some energy, such as glucose solvents, , cheaper and more useful than Red Bull.”
"Isn't it the kind of sleeping pills?"
"You don't have a sleep disorder in your eyes, do you? Have difficulty falling asleep? Day and night are reversed or something like that?"
Indeed not, Liu Yun shook his head.
"How about some smart medicine?"
"If it's vitamins, there's no need. For glucose or something, I'd better drink some Coke, so I won't bother the doctor."
Liu Yun said as he exited the clinic and walked on the dark and damp ground on the fifth floor.
In broad daylight, there is no light in the entire fifth floor corridor.
I feel restless and have the feeling of bugs crawling on my arms and thighs.
All in all, very uncomfortable.
Since you are here, just finish what you need to do one by one. The CT examination is on the third floor, the echocardiography is on the second floor where the ultrasound examination is, and the blood test is on the first floor.
Everyone has to go to the nurse desk to make an appointment, and everyone has to queue up.
Seeing a doctor is really troublesome. I can write thousands of words in this little time.
But if your condition is not good, you may only be able to write a few hundred words.
A writer with little talent is not far from being eliminated if he writes based on his status.
