Quando Meu Conto de Fadas se Torna Realidade
Em certo dia, inúmeras portas ergueram-se repentinamente pelo mundo. Ao mesmo tempo, um poder chamado "Verdade" ecoou entre os homens. Alguns despertaram a verdade de Newton, o pai da física, e aprenderam a magia celestial de manipular a gravidade. Outros despertaram a verdade do demônio da bomba nuclear, Oppenheimer, e com um gesto condenavam uma cidade ao silêncio. Há quem tenha despertado a verdade do exilado imortal Li Taibai, cantando, embriagando-se e contemplando a espada na neve, subindo ao céu azul para alcançar a lua como um verdadeiro celestial. Outros despertaram a verdade do deus da cegueira e loucura, Azathoth, desejando mergulhar o mundo numa névoa de perdição. Ciência, literatura, teologia... Quando tudo aquilo que conhecemos em palavras se torna extraordinário e misterioso, para onde nós, ignorantes e ingênuos, devemos nos dirigir?
Quando Meu Conto de Fadas se Torna Realidade
Long, long ago, there was a Sheep Village, home to a shepherd who, for his habit of deceiving and mocking others, was banished from the lush green pastures. That day, the poor shepherd—deaf, blind, mute, and crippled—listened to the laughter of the flock, gazed at the village gate for a long time, and before leaving, spat out words of bitter hate: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west; never scorn the poor youth!"
After sending the first half of the fairy tale draft, Zhou Ke typed another line: "The story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf' is more or less like this."
About half a minute later, a reply appeared in the chat window. Just four short words, yet they brimmed with wrath and anguish as if drenched in the fires of hell: "Rewrite from scratch."
"Why?!" Zhou Ke protested indignantly.
"I asked you to adapt 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf,' not make up nonsense!"
This time, the editor replied at lightning speed; Zhou Ke could almost hear the crisp tapping of slender fingers on the keyboard—the passionate performance of a pianist from the wildest districts.
"If the great philosopher Aesop saw your version of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf,' he'd be so furious he'd rise from the grave, switching from author to plaintiff!"
"I advise you to write honestly and stop stalling with these bizarre concoctions—the deadline stays as it is!"
"If you don't deliver your draft before the deadline, I'll drag you into the l
