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Night, Liu family.
On the dining table are sweet potato porridge and salty dried radish.
Liu Jianjun wiped his mouth, stood up and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm done eating. I'm going back to the room first."
"Wait a moment."
Liu Dongfang patted the bench and asked him to sit down, "I see you came back from Fang's house with this journal. Is it the "Yanjing Literature and Art" where Yanzi's novel was published?"
"Yes. "Liu Jianjun nodded.
“Bring it to me and see.” Liu Dongfang said.
"Dad, I haven't finished reading it yet. I'll give it to you after I finish it." Liu Jianjun didn't even turn a page. "The writing is just okay, that's all."
"No way? That's "Yanjing Literature and Art"."
Liu Dongfang frowned.
“Not all good works may be published in Yanjing Literature and Art. Let me tell you this, if Yanzi’s novels are used as the selection criteria, the works written by your son and I can be published.”
Liu Jianjun boasted.
“Is it so easy to publish now?”
Liu Dongfang was dubious.
"Dad, you don't know how in short supply there is of literary works now. The only one in my cram school who scored more than 70 points in the college entrance examination Chinese language and only 28 points in composition can publish novels. I guess Yanzi's situation is the same as him. It's just a blind cat who came across it. What a rat."
Liu Jianjun said disdainfully: "He was hit once."
"Really?"
Liu Dongfang's eyebrows stretched.
"Dad, it's not like we don't know the quality of Yanzi. This kid looks like a writer."
"That's right. Before he went to the countryside, I didn't think he had this talent."
"Look."
Liu Jianjun said: "If you still don't believe it, let me tell you what I have done all these years. The poems and novels I wrote were also submitted to "Yanjing Literature and Art" , and "Contemporary" and "People's Literature" "Is it possible? "People's Literature" and "Contemporary" are of higher quality than "Yanjing Literature and Art", and the standards are definitely higher." >
Liu Dongfang knew very well how much his son weighed.
"Why not!"
Liu Jianjun said in a displeased tone: "You underestimate your son too much. Yanzi can do it, so why can't I do it?"
Liu Dongfang rolled his eyes. , "It's up to you, but I remind you, write When it comes to writing, no matter whether you can publish it or not, don’t distract yourself. The college entrance examination is the most important thing in your life!”
“Don’t worry, Dad, I have a plan.”
Liu Jianjun said. Waving his hands, he returned to the room impatiently.
Then I flipped through "Wrangler", and my first impression was -
That's all.
Looking further down, I saw the love between Xu Lingjun and Xiu Zhi who first got married and then fell in love, saw Xu Lingjun resolutely rejecting his billionaire father, and saw Xu Lingjun go back to work as a rural teacher. The pages turned faster and faster.
“Not literary.”
“Not consistent with realism…”
"False! The ending is too fake! I don't believe there is such an opportunity. How can anyone refuse it? In addition to fools, there are also lunatics."
Liu Jianjun wrote one negative review after another in the blank space of the paper, It's so dense that it's simply belittled to the point of being useless.
"Oh, that's it?"
He smiled coldly, put down the pen, and thought to himself, I can do it too!
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The next day, early in the morning.
These days, workers basically work from 8 to 5, with no weekends off and only one day off, Sunday.
Su Ya took out the quilt and hung it on the clothesline. She saw Fang Yan yawning and carrying the washbasin to the sink in the yard.
While patting, he asked: "Yanzi, what did you think when you wrote "Wrangler"?"
"What did you think about?"
Fang Yan squeezed the shriveled toothpaste tube.
Su Ya said: "It's the love between Xu Lingjun and Xiu Zhi. The story is so strong. I read it 4 times and almost cried."
"For novels, the first thing is to tell the story If the story is told well, everything will be in vain.”
Fang Yan put toothpaste on his toothbrush.
"It's written as if it were true. Is this true, or are you just making it up?" Su Ya couldn't help but wonder, "Is there really such a clean and pure love like Xu Lingjun and Xiuzhi?"< br>
"Of course not."
Suddenly, Liu Jianjun's voice came from behind.
"How do you know there isn't one?"
Su Ya turned her head and glared.
Liu Jianjun smiled and said: "How can there be such a beautiful love in life? Yanzi's writing is too ideal, too imaginary, not like scars, so real, so profound, written into people's hearts."< br>
Fang Yan replied: "You have never been to the countryside. How do you know that scar novels are not fictitious or even exaggerated?"
"Yes, without investigation, you have no right to speak."
Su Ya nodded.
"This...this..."
Liu Jianjun couldn't think of how to refute for a while.
"All novels are fictional, more or less." Fang Yan didn't look at him seriously.
Liu Jianjun had nothing to say, so he rubbed his neck and said, "I'm not as sharp-tongued as you, so I can't persuade you."
"Hey, I don't have to leave if you can't persuade me."
Fang Yan was amused and said: "Where are you going?"
"I, I go to a cram school!" Liu Jianjun said.
Su Ya frowned and said: "Didn't we make an appointment to discuss "Wrangler" at Yanzi's house today? How could you break the appointment!"
"I can't help it either. My parents are keeping an eye on my review. I I don’t dare to breathe for a moment, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Liu Jianjun clasped his hands together and expressed his deepest apologies.
"But..."
Su Ya is in a dilemma.
"Don't Yanzi have another novel? Next time, next time." Liu Jianjun pretended to apologize, "I'm sorry, Yanzi." "It's okay, you can go."
Fang Yan looked towards Su Ya advised: "We must also understand the difficulties of Jianjun. After all, we failed the exam three times and the pressure we endured is beyond our imagination. Otherwise, there will be no bright future."
Liu Jianjun smiled stiffly. , my heart aches.
Failing the college entrance examination three times is a thorn in my heart!
He squinted his eyes at his "good brother" and said with a forced smile: "Yes, I will definitely pass the college entrance examination next year. Time will not wait for me."
"Review well, I believe you will not fail again."
Fang Yan’s eyes were full of teasing.
"Ah haha, I'll leave first if you lend me your good words."
Liu Jianjun couldn't stay any longer, so he ran out.
Are you unhappy?
There will be many times in the future when you, the thief, will be unhappy!
Fang Yan had avenged last night and brushed his teeth happily.
As for Su Ya, she went straight to his house and discussed "Wrangler" with Fang Hong. The most talked about topic was love.
After washing up, Fang Yan found that he couldn’t speak at all.
Each of them is a master of perfect reading comprehension, and even understands "The Wrangler" better than himself, which completely corresponds to that sentence -
He is a novel writer, so what does he know about "The Wrangler"!
"Yanzi, give me a few more books. I will take the factory to the factory tomorrow and let them all read the novels written by my brother."
Fang Hong raised a bright smile: "Written How good.”
“Yes, how come you write so well”
Su Ya sighed with emotion: "Fortunately, I didn't listen to Sister Hong and submitted my poem to "Yanjing Literature and Art". It was probably rejected."
Fang Hong said: "That's what Xiaoya said. That’s wrong, you haven’t tried it yet, how do you know it will be rejected, right, Yanzi?”
Fang Yan said with a smile: "The most important thing when writing is self-confidence."
Fang Hong said with a smile: "How about this, when Yanzi returns to the city, I will show you your poems and give you some opinions."< br>
“Let’s forget it, it’s too much trouble for him.”
A trace of confusion flashed across Su Ya's face.
Fang Hong encouraged: "No, no, you don't know. Yanzi not only understands novels, but also poetry. The job he is looking for is..."
"Ahem."< br>
Fang Yan felt that his sister was trying to bring him and Su Ya together.
Although it is indeed attractive to fulfill the regrets of his previous life, he doesn't want to talk about bullshit love now, he just wants to make a plan!
Zhou Yanru said that she would discuss it with Li Qingquan and Wang Meng during the Literary Congress, but she didn’t know how the discussion went.
After the opening ceremony of the Fourth Literary Congress, national associations such as the Artists Association, Writers Association, Drama Association, Music Association, Film Association, Music Association, Dance Association, etc., successively held their own representative conferences.
On November 7th, it was the Writers Association’s turn.
Literary delegations from all over the country all participated, taking advantage of the breaks in the meeting to chat, smoke and drink water one by one.
The corridor gradually became noisy and lively.
"What's so lively?"
Lu Yao saw a group of people surrounding Wang Meng, and saw him holding a stack of journals, and he and Zhou Yanru distributed them to the people around them one by one.
Jia Pingwa puffed out his smoke, "The editors of Yanjing Literature and Art want critics and editors from other publishing houses to comment on this issue."
" "Yanjing Literature and Art", why does it sound so loud to my ears? "Familiar?"
Lu Yao thought carefully and slapped his forehead, "By the way, isn't that Xiao Fang we met on the train his novel in this issue? I also said, wait Be sure to check it out.”
"There is such a person, Fang, Fangyan."
Jia Pingwa recalled it for a while and then thought about it.
“Let’s go and get some books.”
Lu Yao moved forward and squeezed in from the outside of the crowd.
After a lot of effort, I finally got two copies.
"My dear mother, you are so popular."
Lu Yao took a quick look and flipped through the catalog to look for novels in dialects. He was surprised to find that "The Wrangler" was ranked first among the novels.
“It’s actually on the front page.” Jia Pingwa said in surprise.
"It seems that "Yanjing Literature and Art" attaches great importance to it."
Lu Yao is becoming more and more interested in "The Wrangler".
"Scar literature again?"
Jia Pingwa took a rough look, surprised and a little disdainful.
“Don’t rush to conclusions yet, let’s talk after reading it.”
Lu Yao looked down, and the further down he went, the more solemn his expression became.
At this moment, Mo Shen and other people from the northern Shaanxi delegation came over and saw them holding this magazine without saying a word.
"What are you looking at?"
"Do you remember the little comrade you met on the train?" Lu Yao saw them nodding, "His novel was published."
Mo Shen Asked: "How is the writing? Is it very good?"
Jia Pingwa said: "It's not a question of whether he is good or not, he is really that kind, a rare kind."
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“What do you mean?”
Everyone looked at the two people in confusion. Lu Yao explained: "It looks like a scar novel, but it doesn't look like it. I saw a kind of hard work in it, which is completely different from the scar novel."
"No way? Real or fake?"
"Have you finished reading it? Let me see it after you have finished reading it!"
"Show it to Teacher Hu too."
"Is this novel so magical? After you finish it, show it to me. , I must read it carefully.”
Hu Cai, Mo Shen and others circulated it one after another and praised it repeatedly.
Topics about "life", "going abroad" and "love" aroused everyone's discussion, especially Ai Qing's poem.
This phenomenon of "human-to-human transmission" is not unique to the northern Shaanxi delegation. Among the delegations from Yanjing, Tianjin, Shanghai, western Shanxi, and eastern Shandong, there has been a wave of follow-up The trend of discussing "Wrangler" spread from one to ten, and then to one hundred.
Gradually, it also reached the ears of Ai Qing and others.
(End of this chapter)