Chapter 5

In fact, people have deep bias against literary youth. After being spread on the internet, people feel that sensitivity, idle complaining, and affectation have become labels of being literary. They seem to have a pretentious and ethereal attitude even though they have no money.

This is actually pseudo-literary youth, who likes petit-bourgeoisie, likes niche things, likes to separate themselves from the masses. Reading, movies, and songs should be as obscure as possible to give a sense of being unique and misunderstood.

Lin Han has met many true literary youth. They look just like ordinary people, but they focus on certain areas of study. True literature is not about affectation; it is about living an extraordinary life with sincerity amidst the mundane.

He has met industry managers who write poetry, teachers at nearby engineering universities who love to sing, and hotel owners in Dali who take photos in their spare time.

These people use literary works to add flavor to their lives, to cultivate their temperament, and to express themselves. Literature has become a form of faith.

There is no need to go to the spiritual essence of Tibet, no need to take a 45-degree selfie at Starbucks, and no need to talk about foreign literary classics. It only requires genuine reading and understanding.

Some people think that literature is about freshness and a petite-bourgeois lifestyle, but that is only the superficial appearance of entertainment-oriented literature that they see.

Real literature is the heartfelt singing of Cui Jian's "I Have Nothing," the emotional performance of actress Wang Cailing in director Gu Changwei's TV drama "Spring Day" at the Central Opera House, the spiritual home that Thoreau constantly seeks, and a kind of spiritual value.

Real literature is a form of faith, a trust in spiritual power. Lin Han hopes to achieve this.

People must have some pursuit in their lives. If there is no ideal, how is it any different from a salted fish?

In reality, Lin Han's knowledge of books is not extensive. He is a typical science fiction lover, not sensitive to other genres of novels. Even the popular "Harry Potter" series, he only read the first book, but he did finish reading "The Lord of the Rings."

Good books are always limited. When the production of science fiction novels cannot keep up with his reading speed, he targets some classic books. For example, because his ex-girlfriend liked the American TV series "Game of Thrones," he bought the original novels and read them carefully. However, George R.R. Martin hadn't completed the series before he transmigrated to this world.

"Maybe I can bring the most classic science fiction novels and movies to this world," he muttered to himself, while turning on the TV with the remote control.

Although he now possesses the memories of the original owner, he still feels that he doesn't quite fit into this world and lacks a sense of belonging. The easiest way to understand a society is by watching the news and studying history.

The TV was currently playing the evening news. It showed unfamiliar politicians communicating with each other, major technological achievements in the country, and foreign peoples' lives immersed in difficulties.

Although it was a bit boring, Lin Han found it fascinating. He carefully compared the positions of these people in the news with the people he knew on Earth, making it easier for him to understand.

After watching the news all night, Lin Han went to bed early. The newly changed bedding satisfied his slight cleanliness obsession. If he had the money, he wanted to replace everything in his home.

Staring at the guitar on the wall, he had never played a musical instrument, but he envied those who could casually play a chord, as it appeared so cool and handsome.

The guitar without a case felt inadequate. Was there some dust that hadn't been wiped off? It looked a bit like cat scratches. Could it be the dust that accumulated after a long time of not being used?

Lost in thought, sleep overtook Lin Han. After the exhaustion of transmigrating and the fatigue of cleaning the house, he finally relaxed at this moment.

He slept soundly until early in the morning when the loud sound of whips came from the nearby park. It was the sound of early risers practicing with giant spinning tops to exercise.

After going to the bathroom to freshen up, Lin Han changed into a loose-fitting outfit, grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys, and prepared to go out for a meal and visit the library.

Yanjing City had the largest library in the country, with an unknown number of books. Lin Han wanted to see if the books from his memories were there, which would facilitate his future plans.

With a "bang," he closed the door and noticed his neighbor coming back from walking a German Shepherd. The owner of the German Shepherd was a handsome young man, but his dark circles seemed a bit too heavy.

"Oh, Director, you haven't moved out yet? I thought you had sneaked back to your hometown to farm. Why are you still lingering in Yanjing? No production company dares to hire you, someone like you shouldn't be in the entertainment industry," his neighbor said, mocking him openly.

Although he had good looks, he was a rotten person at heart. Lin Han didn't pay any attention to these blatant taunts. He just frowned and retorted, "What does that have to do with you what I do? You have nothing to do with it, right?"

After absorbing the memories of the original owner, Lin Han immediately recognized his neighbor's identity. His name was Zhang Qian, an actor. His management company had tried to use their connections to get him into the cast of the movie "Escaping the Solar System" as the third male lead, but Lin Han had rejected that offer.

Back then, no one knew that "Escaping the Solar System" would flop so badly. With overwhelming publicity and the book's fan base, everyone expected the movie to earn at least 1.5 billion yuan, but it made less than 50 million yuan.

In order to get the opportunity to play the third male lead, he had to go through all kinds of unspoken rules. To be able to play the third male lead in such a big film, one had to be either a popular young actor or someone with a strong background. But in the end, he was rejected, which explained Zhang Qian's resentment.

Fortunately, Zhang Qian missed out on the movie. Both the male and female leads from the original cast were already A-list stars, but the movie's failure pushed them down, and they struggled to regain their position despite their previous popularity.

Even after more than a year had passed, they still hadn't returned to their former glory. So, this disaster didn't just impact the original owner, but it also had a huge impact on the actors and investors.

Now that Lin Han and Zhang Qian were neighbors, they would always exchange sarcastic remarks whenever they met. The phoenix that has lost its feathers is worse than a chicken.

Zhang Qian was well aware of Lin Han's invisible blacklisting. He knew that Lin Han didn't have strong connections and couldn't make a comeback, so now he finally showed his true colors, seemingly throwing out all the grudges he had kept in his heart.

"Hehe, what's your relationship with me, but I heard that your bank account seems to be running low. Can you still afford the rent, my dear director neighbor? Hahaha, my dream is to win the Best Director Oscar, just thinking about it is funny. When I go back later, I need to watch this interview again."

Zhang Qian's laughter was very irritating. Lin Han snorted and took a step forward, disdainfully saying, "I don't know when you became a landlord. You're too lenient as a Pacific police officer. No need to trouble yourself, talk to me again when you become the lead actor in a big production. I won't chat with an anonymous extra."

There's nothing to talk about with this kind of person. Lin Han walked along the corridor and arrived at the elevator lobby. At this moment, a young woman in pencil pants caught his attention.

Her black hair was tied up, and her slim legs were complemented by a warm-colored sweater. This woman managed to turn ordinary-priced clothes into a supermodel look. Her delicately made-up face had both the innocence of a girl and the charm of a woman.

She was also the original owner's neighbor, "Lin Han, if you don't have enough money to pay the rent now, I can lend you some first. Don't listen to Zhang Qian, he definitely didn't mean it."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'll walk my own path and let others talk," Lin Han replied, indifferent.