Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu each won a painting, but they agreed that Yu Dong's was the best.
As Yu Dong said just now, flaws are also part of art.
Of course, as the saying goes, a wrong title will attract people's attention more easily.
It is said that Xu Wenchang, a calligrapher and painter of the Ming Dynasty, once ate dim sum in a dim sum shop. He felt that the dim sum was good but the business was very poor, so he took the initiative to write a sign for this small shop and called it "Dim Sum Shop".
The word "heart" is written a little less.
After he finished writing, he signed his alias "Tian Shuiyue" to prove that it was he who wrote it.
Later, someone saw that the fast sign was actually written by Xu Wenchang, and even the word "心" was written wrong, so they started talking about it. This matter spread from ten to ten, and everyone nearby knew that this dim sum shop had a piece written by Xu Wenchang.
The signboard has typos on it.
More and more people are coming to the dim sum shop, and the business is getting better and better.
But later, the dim sum shop owner saw Xu Wenchang again and suggested that he write that point down.
The boss thought, since so many people can read it if it is smaller, wouldn’t it be better to write it correctly?
Xu Wenchang agreed to him and made up for that point.
But after I wrote it correctly, no one paid attention to it.
As the saying goes, rare things are valuable. There are many correct ones, but very few wrong ones. Just like the wrong version of coins, they are much more valuable than the genuine ones.
After the three of them got the paintings, Wang Zengqi asked again: "Do you have any new paintings recently?"
Yu Hua said, "I have a novel, which has been published in Harvest this month."
"what is it call?"
""The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood"."
"The title of the book sounds quite scary. I'll look for it later. Where are you two?"
Bi Feiyu shook his head and said that he did not have any new works. In fact, there were some, but they were only short stories, so he did not mention them.
Yu Dong thought for a while and told him about his new book, "I just finished writing the first draft of my new book, which is related to Shanghai. I haven't decided where to publish it yet."
"It's good to write about your hometown." Wang Zengqi smiled, "If your new book is published, I will write a preface for you. And Yu Hua, after all, I have taught you before."
Yu Hua chuckled, "You still remember."
Wang Zengqi had taught a large class at Lu Xun Literary College before, and naturally he also taught Yu Hua. However, there were many students and few classes at that time. Later, Yu Hua, the practical teacher, was not assigned to Wang Zengqi, so he did not have much contact with him.
When he was about to call before, Yu Hua felt that Wang Zengqi didn't remember that he had taught him at Lu Xun Literary College before, so he didn't mention it.
Yu Dong looked at Yu Hua and thought to himself that this guy was hiding quite deeply.
But looking back, Yu Hua seemed to rarely mention things at Lu Xun Literary College. He clearly stayed there twice.
Wang Zengqi said with a smile, "The students of your class are quite special. Many of them have left a deep impression on me, such as you, such as Mo Yan, such as Liu Zhenyun..."
Talking about the students of that class, Wang Zengqi became interested again and thought of some interesting things. As for his initiative to write a preface to Yu Dong's novel, it seems not difficult to understand.
He always likes to promote younger generations. Acheng, Tie Lin, and Jia Pingwa have all been promoted by him, so writing a preface is naturally a trivial matter.
In fact, Wang Zengqi can be regarded as one of those "late bloomers". Ten years ago, he was rarely mentioned in the literary world, but in recent years, he has grown stronger and stronger, writing more and more.
In the past few years, when some writers of his generation, such as Cao Yu, gradually lost their artistic sense and found it difficult to manage literature, he quietly stepped out and wrote many excellent works, such as "The Ordination", which is
He wrote it when he was sixty. Another example is "Da Nao Chronicle", which was written when he was sixty-one.
Wang Zengqi once said that there was a vine in his backyard. No one in the family knew what it was because it never bloomed. One summer, it suddenly bloomed a lot of white and yellow ones, and then they knew it was a vine.
honeysuckle.
In the early 1980s, he suddenly wrote a lot of novels, a bit like that honeysuckle tree.
In recent years, the old man's popularity in the literary world has increased, and more and more people like him.
When Yu Dong came back from the future, he knew that not only was the market rising now, but it would continue to rise in the future.
After chatting for a while, Shi Songqing asked from the side, "Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu should have been married. Are you married, Yu Dong?"
Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "What a coincidence, Teacher Shi, he just held his wedding in September."
"Well, congratulations then. You should have brought some wedding candies to make us both happy."
"I didn't think carefully." Yu Dong smiled.
"It's okay, it's okay. When I heard the news, I felt happy. How did you meet my wife? Is it a classmate or a colleague?"
Wang Zengqi flicked the ashes from his cigarette and complained, "Why are you asking so many questions?"
"I just like to hear young people's love stories." Shi Songqing replied with a smile.
Yu Dong replied, "I'm a colleague. In fact, I got the certificate last year, and the banquet wasn't held until September."
"It's so good now. When I got married to him, after completing the formalities and taking photos, I went to have a bowl of noodles as a celebration."
Speaking of past events, Shi Songqing's eyes were filled with memories, "I remember that noodle shop was called Zhang Ji Noodle House..."
At this point, Wang Zengqi interrupted her, "Why is it called Zhang Ji Noodle House? It's obviously the Erxiangzi Restaurant, right next to Zhongshan Park. I remember it clearly."
"You must have remembered it wrong."
"I must have remembered correctly."
The old couple argued again about which restaurant to eat noodles at that day, and they both laughed in the end.
So many years have passed and they are getting older. It is not that important anymore who remembers right and who remembers wrong.
But they all remembered that the noodles were very strong, the soup was very fresh, and the sun was bright. She smiled at him while eating, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead like mist.
Listening to their memories, Yu Dong and the others also laughed. They didn't expect to be able to eat a handful of high-quality dog ​​food here today.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yu Dong also remembered when he and Cheng Yanqiu received the certificate last year. It was very cold at that time and it suddenly started snowing heavily. They went to eat duck blood vermicelli to keep their bodies warm.
Warm, that warmth comes not only from the vermicelli soup, but also from some other indescribable things.
When it was late, Yu Dong and others got up to say goodbye, but the old couple went to keep them warmly.
The hospitality was hard to refuse, so they stayed.
Shi Songqing cooked several home-cooked dishes, including pickled vegetables and mushroom soup, which he said was specially prepared for Wang Zengqi, and others might not be used to it.
I thought it was just an ordinary meal, but when it was about to start, Wang Zengqi took out a bottle of Wuliangye.
"Originally, my friend gave me six bottles, but after drinking, only two bottles were left. Let's just make do with it."
Just drink, but what Yu Dong and the others never expected was that Wang Zengqi had an extremely good capacity for drinking and was extremely addicted to alcohol. After drinking one bottle, he took out the last bottle.
In the end, a few people cleared away the two bottles of wine, and Wang Zengqi drank most of the bottle alone.
It seemed that he should drink like this often. Shi Songqing looked on and didn't even try to dissuade him. Instead, he warned him not to get Yu Dong and the others drunk.
After drinking happily, he said that the fortune teller said he would live to be ninety, but he himself predicted that he would only live to be eighty. He is already seventy-five years old this year, and being able to say this shows his open-mindedness.
He also said that tobacco and alcohol were his first life, and articles, calligraphy and painting were his second life.
For the sake of wine, he also wrote a couplet: Read the scriptures on a hard day and read history on a soft day; learn about immortals when you have wine, but learn about Buddhism when you don’t have wine.
When they left Wang Zengqi's house, Yu Dong and the three of them were already dizzy. When Jiang Jie came to pick them up, he was also quite surprised: Mr. Wang is so good at drinking?
…
The next morning, Yu Dong and others went to Yenching University.
Leng Xuejun, the head of the Chinese Department, came to pick them up. As soon as he saw Yu Dong and the others, Leng Xuejun apologized profusely, "Principal Wu is busy with some official duties at the moment, so I can't come to pick him up. Please forgive me."
Yu Dong and the others smiled and waved, "It's okay, are the others here?"
"Several writers from Baodao have arrived, and Mr. Wang is on the way."
Yu Dong nodded, "Then let's go there."
On the way, Yu Dong asked about the specific situation on Baodao, only to learn that it was not only Lin Qingxuan and Long Yingtai who came this time, but also the famous local novelist Xiao Lihong.
"What is the scale of this symposium?" Bi Feiyu asked.
"It's in the big dining room...it's the big lecture hall of our school. Except for some teachers from the school, all the students come to listen voluntarily."
Yu Dong nodded, but he didn't care too much. He was no stranger to Yanda. He had been here many times when he was in school. Gu Cheng came to Yanda to hold a meeting before, and Yu Dong even went to join in the fun.
It has to be said that the students' enthusiasm for poetry in those years had reached a crazy level, no less than that of later generations of fans meeting celebrities. When Yu Dong went there, he could only stand far behind.
Following Leng Xuejun, a few people went to a reception room first, where there were already about ten people.
Leng Xuejun introduced them one by one. In addition to the teachers at the school, they were the three writers from Baodao.
The three of them are all in their early forties, but Lin Qingxuan looks more anxious. There is only a handful of hair on the top of his head that is still resisting, but what is completely different from the top of his head is the long hair on the back of his head, which has fallen to his shoulders. Ugly
It's a bit ugly, but it has a certain character.
When Yu Dong and the others arrived, Long Yingtai was chatting with other teachers, while Lin Qingxuan and Xiao Lihong were just sitting quietly.
Seeing that only Long Yingti was speaking on both sides, a teacher from the Chinese Department turned the topic to Yu Dong and the others who had just arrived: "Teacher Yu Dong, did you just arrive this morning?"
"We arrived yesterday and had a little rest."
Long Yingtai smiled at the side and said, "That's a pity. We should have had dinner together last night, so we could have seen them earlier."
Leng Xuejun knew the situation and explained, "Teacher Yu and the others visited Mr. Wang yesterday and thought they had dinner at Mr. Wang's home."
Bi Feiyu nodded, "Yes, we don't have much time this time, so we went over to visit Mr. Wang out of some selfishness. We are not in a hurry about eating. After these two days are over, it is not too late to eat again."
"Yes, yes, we'll finish eating later."
Taking advantage of the topic of dinner, everyone started talking about other things. The teachers at Yanda tried their best to make the atmosphere heated, but only Long Yingti and Bi Feiyu cooperated on both sides.
After chatting for a while without any embarrassment, everyone went to the lecture hall after Wang Zengqi and Wu Shuqing arrived.
Before they reached the lecture hall, they heard the roar of people coming from there, and students kept rushing there.
Seeing this scene, Long Yingtao's eyes lit up, "The students at Yanda are very enthusiastic."
Wu Shuqing said with a smile, "You are all writers that the students love very much. When they heard you coming, they naturally couldn't contain their excitement. Speaking of which, this lively scene can be traced back to Gu Cheng and Cui a few years ago.
When they come."
After hearing Wu Shuqing's words, Long Yingtai seemed very happy. Her "Child, Take Your Time" received good response in the mainland this year. She herself opened a column in the supplement of "Wenhui Po", so she saw so many people coming here.
, the first reaction is that the students are all here for her.
In the first half of this year, she only started to have some real contact with the cultural circles on the mainland, so she doesn't know much about the mainland's literary circles. Not to mention Dong and others, she doesn't even know much about Wang Zengqi.
Not only did she not understand Dong and the others, Bi Feiyu and Yu Hua also did not understand the writers Baodao, and among the three of them, Yu Dong only knew a little about Long Yingti and the others.
The reason why Yu Dong knows them well is not only that he came from later generations and experienced the era of information explosion, but also because he did some research on the literary circle in Baodao when he was in college.
Because she had some misunderstandings about the students' purpose, Long Yingti waved to the students enthusiastically as soon as she entered the lecture hall, but the students in the front row all focused on the male writers behind them.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Most students have never seen Yu Dong and others, but they probably know what they look like.
There are rumors that several writers from the Jinyi Gang are all charming and suave.
The word suave is not appropriate to describe a writer, but that's what the rumors say.
In fact, this is mainly because everyone's expectations for the appearance of writers are too low, so even writers with decent looks can be considered suave.
Take Yu Hua for example. He is definitely not handsome, but if you really want to talk about it, among the group of writers, he is indeed considered to be very handsome in appearance.
Not to mention Bi Feiyu and Yu Dong, Wang Anyi previously said that the two of them directly raised the overall image of Chinese male writers.
Yu Dong looked at the students and had to say that the students of Yan University were very enthusiastic. At this time, the lecture hall was already packed to the brim. People were shoulder to shoulder, leaving little space. There was a person not far from the front row.
The boy, he should be stepping on the bench, standing tall, with his coat open to reveal the clothes underneath, which is a white T-shirt with the words "Shouting in the Drizzle" and "To the West" written on it.
Someone also pulled a small flag with the names of Yu Dong and others written on it.
Although times are different, the ways of chasing stars seem to be similar. These small flags and T-shirts are equivalent to the light signs of later generations.
Long Yingtai also saw these "light signs". While she was surprised by Yu Dong's influence, she was also looking for her own name. Unfortunately, she couldn't find it after searching for a long time. This made her a little discouraged. Then she thought,
Probably because mainlanders don't often write traditional Chinese characters.
There is a large stage on the west side of the hall. There are a row of tables on the stage. After everyone took their seats, Wu Shuqing took the microphone and said, "Students, those who have brought benches, please sit down. Those who have not brought benches, please sit down."
Also try your best to lower your body so that the students in the back row will not be covered. There are a lot of people here today, please pay attention to maintaining order to avoid unnecessary chaos."
There have been no seats in this dining hall since it was built. Students have to bring their own benches if they want to eat, otherwise they can only eat standing or squatting. Because of this, any large-scale activities will be held here, and students only need to bring their own
Just a stool.
Wu Shuqing then made some opening remarks, roughly talking about the theme and process of today's symposium.
The theme is cross-strait Chinese literature, and the process is simple. Today is a collision of ideas, each expressing his or her own opinion. To put it bluntly, it is just nonsense. Tomorrow there will be a round of individual lectures.
After the opening remarks, Yu Dong and others took the microphone and introduced themselves.
The three Baodao writers introduced themselves first, and received polite applause. Later, when Bi Feiyu arrived, the applause was obviously more enthusiastic.
By the time we returned to Yudong, the atmosphere had reached a peak. There were not only applause, but also loud shouts.
When Wang Zengqi finally got the microphone, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect Yu Dong to be so popular among young people.
After the self-introduction was over, Wu Shuqing took the lead in introducing a topic: "Mainland and Treasure Island..."
At the beginning, everyone talked about cross-strait literature. Writers from the mainland talked about mainland China, and writers from Taiwan talked about Taiwan.
In the meantime, Wu Shuqing saw that this was not going to work, so he brought up another topic, local literature.
The reason why we talk about local literature is because there are two representative writers of local literature here. Wang Zengqi is undoubtedly the one on the mainland, and Xiao Lihong on the Baodao side.
When it comes to local literature, the two of them naturally have the most say, but Long Yingtai jumps out. The reason why she jumps out is because she once reviewed Xiao Lihong's "A Thousand Rivers Have Water, A Thousand Rivers and Moon" and criticized this novel.
It is a blind nostalgia, an out-and-out romantic novel, one-sided and superficial, exaggerating the aesthetic side of human nature without knowing the depth, complexity and multi-faceted nature of human nature, or deliberately whitewashing it.
So this time when talking about local literature, Long Yingtai naturally wanted to express her views again, but in front of so many people, she couldn't speak as straightforwardly as she did in the article.
"In my mind, rural literature should be comprehensive and profound. Nostalgia is a great emotion, but it cannot be allowed to cover up some realistic things. Local novels should truly record the true face of the people in that land.
, otherwise what is our nostalgia? Is it just our wishful thinking?"
After hearing this, Wang Zengqi touched his eyebrows and said nothing.
Xiao Lihong didn't speak either. In fact, Xiao Lihong rarely spoke.
Perhaps realizing that something was not right about the atmosphere, Long Yingtai added, "The same land is different for everyone. I just want to say that since rural novels aim to describe real life with local characteristics,
Then reality cannot be escaped. Furthermore, there are many differences between the cultural development of Baodao and the mainland in recent years..."
"Ms. Dragon."
Suddenly, Yu Dong spoke with a faint smile. Long Yingtai was stunned for a moment, and then politely said, "Mr. Yu, what do you think?"
When Yu Dong spoke like this, everyone on and off the stage looked at him, wanting to see what he was going to say.
"Ms. Long has read foreign literature and may have a one-sided understanding of Chinese literature. Although the development of local literature on the two sides of the Taiwan Strait is somewhat different for some reasons, overall, there is almost no difference."
He was not very polite as soon as he spoke. Long Yingtao raised her eyebrows and was about to say something, but Yu Dong did not give her a chance and continued, "Before 49 years ago, in mainland China, there were two categories of local literature. One was based on the Peng family.
Representatives of Huang and Tai Jinglong, whose works are mainly critical, while the other type is represented by Mr. Wang’s teacher, Mr. Shen Congwen, who depict more pastoral songs.”
"At this time, Baodao was influenced by Neon and other places, and most of it was critical local literature. After 1949, Baodao had more pastoral and pastoral local literature works that inherited the new mainland literature, such as Lin Haiyin's
"Old Things in the South of the City", Mason's "Hometown and Childhood". In the 1970s and 1980s, local literature heroes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait emerged and symbiosis was diverse. Local literature also introduced some realism techniques..."
Yu Dong quietly sorted out the history of local literature for everyone, and then concluded: "I think that both writers and critics should look at literary works with an inclusive attitude. It cannot be just because a person is recalling his hometown.
When I read it, it was a bit more romantic and unrealistic, and I felt that there was too much whitewashing, otherwise it would eventually go to an extreme."
"Since Ms. Long majored in foreign literature, she should also know that even Mark Twain, when creating his local-related creations, more reflected the healthy and lively life mood of post-war America. Since Mark Twain
Wen can temporarily put aside the complexity of human nature in reality and only focus on beautiful things, so why can't we Chinese writers? Or does Ms. Long simply not think that there is anything beautiful about our hometown that is worth praising?"
After Yu Dong finished speaking, the audience burst into applause, and even Wang Zengqi also applauded gently.
Seeing this, Long Yingti quickly defended: "Mr. Yu Dong may have misunderstood what I meant. Of course I don't deny the meaning of pastoral songs. It's just that blind nostalgia may cause the dross of the old era to reappear. For example, a certain
In some novels, the poison of traditional ethics on the people is deliberately downplayed, and the idealization of traditional ethics may make people ignore the disadvantages of traditional ethics."
Yu Dong did not look at her, but turned to ask the students below, "Dear students, do you think that life must be suffering because of the novel "To Live"? And do you think that because of the novel "Border Town"?
Are all people in the world beautiful?"
"Won't."
Yu Dong received the reply, nodded, and looked at Long Yingti again, "Ms. Long, let me ask you another question, do you care that blood is thicker than water? Do you think that blood is thicker than water is a narrow nationalist idea?"
Facing the two questions suddenly raised by Hu Dong, Long Yingti was stunned. Not only her, but others were also stunned because these two questions were asked suddenly.
Yu Dong looked at Long Yingti quietly, waiting for her answer.
Long Yingti forced out a smile, "Of course, blood is thicker than water cannot be said to be a narrow nationalist idea. In fact, it should be the medium and concrete manifestation of the inheritance of civilization."
Yu Dong shook his head with some disappointment, because Long Yingti "once" said about this issue, she said she didn't care about blood being thicker than water, she said, "If we have no consensus at all on the scale of civilization, if we have no consensus on the value of the pedestal,
, there is no dialogue at all, there is no meaning if blood is thicker than water.”
These are Long Yingtui's original words. They sound very high-level and reasonable, but this is a typical sophistry. Who sets the scale of civilization? Should it be her, Long Yingtui, or hundreds of millions of people? If billions of people
The understanding of the scale of civilization formed by the convergence of the minds of tens of thousands of Chinese people cannot be on the same line as her understanding of the scale of civilization. So whose problem is it?
Now, to the same question, Long Yingti gave different answers, probably just because of her different identities.
Chapter completed!