The sky was slightly cloudy, and the streets were busy, which made the shop unusually quiet.
It was a good day to tell stories.
Many stories started like this — in an empty and slightly dark room, an old man in his seventies was sitting in a rocking chair, with a thick blanket covering his knees, which often ached because of the weather. The fireplace behind him was crackling with a weak fire.
The rocking chair swayed back and forth slightly, making him feel like he was drifting in the river of time, unconsciously recalling the past.
Two children, a boy and a girl, were lying on the carpet, holding their chins and shaking their little feet. They stared at him attentively, waiting for him to tell them the story that had happened a long time ago. It was a story that the old man had personally experienced. It was either soul-stirring, heroic, or charming.
If there was a dog lying next to the rocking chair — preferably an old golden retriever — it would be perfect.
There were no rocking chairs in the pet shop, only recliners. There were no children lying on the floor, only two lazy cats on the cat tree. There was a dog lying next to Zhang Zian, but it was not an old golden retriever, it was Famous in its prime. He was not an old man, and his experiences and stories were far less colorful than Old Time Tea's. There was no blanket on his knees, and a parrot was on his shoulder, ready to pee and poop at any time … The only one who seemed to be really ready to listen to the story was Galaxy, who was squatting in front of the recliner.
But it was still a good day to tell a story, because the most important thing in storytelling was the atmosphere, and today's atmosphere was very good.
The elfins all knew that Pi was writing about them, but no one knew how Pi was describing them. They were also curious, especially the cat elfins. They were curious by nature, but they didn't take the initiative to ask about the content of the novel out of modesty or self-respect. It was impossible for them to secretly read the novel, because Pi's novel was not a physical book, and their claws were really not suitable for operating mobile phones or computers.
Fina yawned. "I can listen to it, but don't expect me to say anything against my will. You should know that thousands of years ago, the clerks of the Celestial Kingdom had faithfully recorded my majesty. Pi is just a monkey. If you say that its record is better than the clerks of the Celestial Kingdom, I will never believe it. "
Just like in ancient China, there were historians who recorded the words and deeds of the emperors, there were also corresponding scribes in ancient Egypt who were responsible for recording everything about the royal family. For example, the scribe Tejani once recorded the epic battle of Thutmose III on the plains of Megiddo and carved it on the walls of the Karnak Temple. As the incarnation of the Cat God and the beloved pet of Cleopatra VII, it was normal for Fina to be recorded by the clerk.
Zhang Zian pointed out, "That's true, but at that time, you were still an ordinary cat, right? The 'you' I wrote down is the 'you' as an Elf. The two cannot be equated. "
"A normal cat? Nonsense! "Fina glared at him." I was born extraordinary. Don't compare me with an ordinary cat! "
"Well, you can say whatever you want, but do you understand what I mean?" Zhang Zian did not want to argue with it in this aspect. "At least you couldn't speak at that time."
Fina snorted and did not speak again.
"Meow meow meow! Although my background is not as noble as Your Majesty's, I have seen the world, "Snowy Lionet echoed." I heard that Pi is writing urban life novels? The so-called urban life is nothing more than a description of the daily lives of ordinary people … I am not blowing my own trumpet. This was pioneered by Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng! "
Although it looked arrogant, Zhang Zian really had no way to refute it. "Jin X Mei" was indeed the first novel in China's classical literature to use ordinary people as the main characters. It was a novel written with the daily lives of ordinary people as the theme. Before that, the main characters were either legendary heroes like Sun Wukong or royal relatives like Liu Huangshu. Therefore, Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng's position in the history of China's literature was unshakable.
From this point of view, urban life novels had indeed followed the path that Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng had opened up to where it was today. It could be considered the originator of urban novels. Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng was very good at portraying characters. He described a world that could almost be mistaken for reality. Both Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian's images were vivid.
"That's right, the novel written by Pi is indeed an urban life novel, but there are still some differences from the urban novels written by Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng. For example, in" Jin X Mei ", no matter whether it was the people or the animals, none of them had special abilities, while the novel written by Pi is more like an urban legend." Zhang Zian felt that it was really unfair to compare Pi to Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng.
He pointed to his own face and said, "The so-called legend is right in front of you — cat trainer, Wing Chun master, enthusiastic citizen who likes to report cases, chief dog trainer of a film crew, and sometimes even help the police station as an undercover agent. With so many titles gathered on one person, isn't he a legend?"
After saying this, he looked up like Long Aotian, trying his best to avoid Fina's look of disdain.
"Huh? You count as a legend? "Snowy Lionet smacked its lips in disdain." It'll be even more legendary if I castrate you. "
"Quack! I just want to ask, do you have a boyfriend in the novel? "Richard asked maliciously.
"No! Boyfriends don't exist, they will never exist! " Zhang Zian retorted. "I don't have a boyfriend in real life, so how would I have one in the novel?"
"Didn't you say that 70% real and 30% fake? I'm so disappointed! "Richard shouted as it flapped its wings.
"Don't play with fake in a meaningless place!" Zhang Zian complained. "What's the point of letting the me in the novel have a boyfriend?"
"Of course there's a point. Isn't the so-called novel meant to make up for the regrets in real life?" Richard persuaded.
Zhang Zian solemnly declared, "No! I don't regret it at all! "
"You see, you don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Don't you regret it?" Richard's little black eyes turned, as if it had thought of something. It squawked and said, "Since we're all knowledgeable people, such as an ancient Egyptian clerk and Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng, of course I'm not willing to fall behind the cat. I'll recite a poem to celebrate my elegance."
Zhang Zian knew that this b * tchy bird couldn't recite a good poem, so he hurriedly wanted to pinch its beak, but it was too late. Before Richard finished speaking, it had already flown up, hovered in the air, and recited loudly:
"Sitting alone in the study, my hand is my wife, and this matter is not mentioned to outsiders;
If I change my left hand to my right hand, I'm divorcing and remarrying.
Stroking, stroking, and stroking, my whole body is soft and my bones are confused;
Drop by drop, my children and grandchildren turn into mud! "
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