之前一個隨筆試水寫了個鬼故事的一段給大家看， 有朋友說真沒想到我還能寫這個題材， 其實(shí)我不僅能寫， 我還很擅長和愿意寫這個題材， 這點(diǎn)我應(yīng)該也是受到了愛倫坡的影響， 和維皇時期， 后維皇時期絕大多數(shù)頂級作者一樣， 哥特風(fēng)是我的一個標(biāo)志， 但不要認(rèn)為我只會寫這個， 正如之前我所說的， 我可以寫愛情，神話，武俠， 科幻，生活，戰(zhàn)爭， 奇幻， 傳記， 新聞， 寫實(shí)， 報告類， 采訪類 等各種內(nèi)容的作品。 之前幾天也是重新看了一遍桃花源記， 發(fā)覺網(wǎng)上說桃花源記是鬼故事的說法有一定的依據(jù)。而且這種可能性非常高。 但如果桃花源記的故事是寫實(shí)的真事， 那么可以確定的就是人類其實(shí)在那個遙遠(yuǎn)的晉朝就已經(jīng)用客觀事實(shí)證明了異度空間的存在， 和最近meiguo 證明的多重宇宙， 平行宇宙概念吻合。 寫鬼故事會有點(diǎn)無聊， 所以我更傾向于后者的多重宇宙說法， 大家覺得呢， 就好比聊齋志異， 我可以負(fù)責(zé)的告訴大家蒲松齡先生的故事都是真事， 但是不能說是真事， 因?yàn)榍宕赜械奈淖知z制度， 所以只能穿一個鬼故事的皮掩人耳目， 就算被人發(fā)現(xiàn)了， 也沒證據(jù)告他， 嘿嘿。 絕！所以阿拉老蒲是紀(jì)實(shí)類作者， 你們千萬不要誤解他。

我還是那句話， 你覺得你英語好的， 能夠擠進(jìn)人類歷史前五十高手行列的你可以來試試（雅思托福gre這種貨色就不要出來那個什么了， 人該有起碼的自知之明， 就像某四大會計師事務(wù)所大中華區(qū)人事總監(jiān)， 十個月內(nèi)天天看我簡歷， 一天看四次雷打不動， 但是終究沒有自信聯(lián)系我， 雖然看簡歷的程度有點(diǎn)吃相過于難看， 但是人家的底線還是有的， 就是自知！）。 我上周把我最近一個隨筆發(fā)給一個英國曼徹斯特人看了， 是有幸有名有面孔的人， 不是reddit 上面dalu人maopai的母語者或者是連本科都沒讀過的所謂的母語者， 謝謝。 人家看完不僅沒有找出任何問題， 還一再表示驚嘆。

新一期隨筆開始：

On a narrow street like a passageway with silver street-lights all along illuminating it, forming a silver thread fringing it, which was composed of either straight or curvy stretches leading to no visible end, a driverless crimson car which was so prominently seen from a distance was bowling for its temporary destination where from the car shambled out an elderly man with another man much younger walking slowly in his wake so that the latter could keep pace with the former. Without bidding farewell to the vehicle, in the direction of so close a place of a short building, save which it was in pitch-darkness, the two men were walking. The building dimly illuminated was as if welcoming every visitor of the late night and had it had a pair of hands, it would've already reached out to give each visitor a warm welcome of an embrace. The elderly man walked more and more slowly with each pace and spurned the help of the other to make his pace faster. Quite a few moments later, they entered the building whose inside was also dimly illuminated weirdly by luminous paint on the walls all around. Gradually, spread into their ears were people's sounds of incessant groans and moans; whimpers and sobs; cries and complaints, which should've frightened the two new visitors; regardless of which, they inched upstairs on a superannuated flight of wooden steps to the first floor as creaks did not draw to an end until they were off the flight and the situation there was even worse than that of the ground floor. The elderly man took a seat as if he was summoned by such an inanimate item and the other had to take a seat right next to his. A plastic bottle which resembled a dead man's head stuck out an extremely long and thin tongue from its head and once the tip of it touched a veinous hand of this senior man, he turned motionless and half-asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...