Chapter 87 asks you to write a piece of praise. You write this? (Ask for monthly ticket)
“This old money!”
At the breakfast table, Father Feng was reading a copy of Wenhui Po. He suddenly shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "No wonder he forced this newspaper on me just now!"
Feng's father, Feng's mother, and this family basically all have work units or go to school, so they don't subscribe to newspapers at home.
Generally, in their respective units, there are many newspapers to read every day.
Just now, when Father Feng came back from a walk in the front yard, he happened to meet Lao Qian and forced him to give him this copy of "Wen Wei Po" so that he could take a good look at it!
Father Feng was rushed back to have breakfast by his grandson Feng Liwen, so he did not watch on the spot.
Looking at it now, I feel really happy!
"What's the matter? What's wrong with him, Old Qian? What article did he write for Wenhui Po again?"
Feng's mother raised her head and glanced at it, wondering how long it had been since Lao Qian had contributed to various newspapers and magazines, as he was concentrating on his academic research.
Why do you have free time this time to contribute to Wenhui Po?
“Maybe it stimulated him last time, and Lao Qian also wrote a review for Xuemin!”
"However, I didn't give Li Qingquan face, and what I wrote was criticism!"
Father Feng handed the newspaper to Mother Feng and said with a wry smile.
"Really?! Lao Qian really wrote a review for Xuemin!?"
Not only was Feng's mother excited now, but the Feng family's youngster Cheng Xuemin, as well as his eldest brother and sister-in-law, who were sitting next to him eating, were all surprised and looked over.
As for whether it is praise or criticism, it doesn't matter at the level of Lao Qian. As long as she can write a review, it is to give her face and to praise her son-in-law.
Just like the public opinion circles of later generations, anti-fans are also fans!
“No, Lao Qian’s writing is too sharp, isn’t it? Did our scholar-min provoke him?”
Originally, I was very happy that Lao Qian in the front yard could write a review for her son-in-law, and it was published in Wenhui Po. The influence was mediocre, and Feng's mother was very happy.
Even though he was critical, it showed that her son-in-law's manuscript really caught his eye.
But that’s not possible!
This comment was too harsh. It did not give Gu Xueqing any face at all and was trying to slander her son-in-law to death!
"Mom, what did Grandpa Qian write?!"
Feng Jiayou was also curious about what Grandpa Qian wrote in the front yard, which made her, a Wrangler mother-in-law, so angry!
Cheng Xuemin is the same, it doesn’t make sense!
When I met Mr. Qian a few days ago, he told them face to face that Yanjing Literature did release a big star this time, and the article "Wrangler" was indeed good!
How could it happen that in the blink of an eye, I was directly criticized?
And to make his mother-in-law so angry, he obviously has a sharp writing style!
"No, I have to go to the front yard and talk to Lao Qian. The criticism is not so critical. It doesn't save any face for the new author!"
Feng's mother was so angry that she got up and rushed to the front yard to have a serious discussion with Lao Qian!
"You...Actually, what Lao Qian said is right. See it for yourself, Xuemin. In fact, you can't criticize it at all!"
Feng's father smiled bitterly again, held down his lover Feng's mother, and said, "Besides, Lao Qian didn't know it was written by Xuemin!"
That's true!
Feng's mother also realized that Lao Qian really didn't know that "Wrangler" was written by her son-in-law!
If only I knew!
She lives in the front and back yard. She doesn’t look at the Buddha but the monk. Even if she wrote a review, she would praise her son-in-law to the fullest!
Alas!
If I had known that Lao Qian would criticize, I should have pointed out to him directly that this was written by her son-in-law Cheng Xuemin!
"Ah?! Isn't Xuemin's "The Wrangler" a scar literature? Was it criticized by Grandpa Qian as reflective literature?"
Feng Jiayou took the Wenhui Po from her mother and read it with Cheng Xuemin!
After taking a quick glance, I couldn’t help but exclaimed!
“Rethinking literature?”
Cheng Xuemin couldn't help but be stunned. This old Qian still has a really vicious vision. Finally, someone started to put forward this concept and review "Wrangler"!
It turns out that the "Wrangler" in the previous life was the pioneer work defined as "reflective literature". It was not a pure scar literature like "Scars" written by Liu Xinwu's class teacher, Lu Xinhua.
Its historical status in the literary world is the pioneering work of "reflective literature".
At the beginning, Cheng Xuemin wanted to guide Feng Jiayou to judge his "Wrangler" from this perspective, but he quickly put an end to this idea.
After all, the mainstream is promoting scar literature now. You are self-proclaimed and boastful and insist on defining "Wrangler" as "reflective literature". Do you really think that you are a new author? Who are you?
Don’t think that just by writing an article about “Wrangler” you can get into prostitution, why don’t you start claiming to be the founder?
So, I didn’t let Feng Jiayou judge it from this perspective, thinking that I would wait for time to continue fermenting, and reflection on literature is reflection on literature after all, and someone will always be the first to bring it up.
What really surprised Cheng Xuemin was that the first person to propose it to him was Mr. Qian from the front yard.
The criticism is indeed sharp and sharp.
But Qian Lao is defined as "reflective literature", and Cheng Xuemin's "Wrangler" became the first work of "reflective literature". He must remember Qian Lao's goodness!
Hatfans are also fans, and Qian Lao, a hater, really helped Cheng Xuemin become a man, allowing him to establish his position as the number one person in the literary world of "reflective literature".
Just wait!
When Mr. Qian’s review begins to ferment, it will trigger a wave of ‘reflection’ and blow away the heaviness of ‘scar literature’.
After all, Mr. Qian’s weight is there. He can be said to be a dean in the literary world. What he said is more weighty than Cheng Xuemin’s own proposal of ‘rethinking literature’. Don’t let it be too much heavier!
"Let me see it, let me see it too!"
The uncle Feng Jiazhao next to him was also greedy, so he quickly came over and pulled the newspaper and held it.
"Old Qian, Lao Qian! Qian Lao Qian Lao, listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation!"
Is it Li Qingquan's voice?
The voice of Yanjing Literature Li Qingquan suddenly came from the front yard, and Feng's father and Feng's mother couldn't help but be extremely surprised.
They looked at each other in shock. Could it be that Li Qingquan really forgot about Lao Qian and was awakened and rushed over early in the morning when he saw today's "Wen Wei Po"?
"Go and see!"
Feng's mother was also watching the excitement and was not afraid of the big deal. Anyway, it happened right in front of her house, so she couldn't see it in vain!
"You..."
Father Feng had the intention not to let her go, but how could he control her temper?
But having said that, Gua Feng’s father also wanted to join in, so he wandered to follow him!
Okay!
All the parents of the Feng family have gone. How can the Feng family's younger brother and sister Feng Jiazhao be left behind?
“Xuemin, let’s go over and see the excitement!”
The Feng family even dragged Cheng Xuemin along to the front yard to watch the fun.
…
Not long ago!
No. 7 West Chang'an Avenue, the office of Yanjing Literature, editor-in-chief Li Qingquan came to the unit as usual.
Li Qingquan has been busy lately. Ever since they got a Wrangler named Lao Xu, the sales of their magazine have been rising steadily.
Wrangler Lao Xu has released a new model. Li Qingquan came over to pay attention to the sales of the latest issue.
At the same time, I also made an appointment to have lunch with Liu Xinwu, editor-in-chief of "October", Li Shuguang of "Humanities Society", and Zhang Guangnian of "People's Literature".
But as soon as they arrived at the unit, Zhou Yanru, the head of the editorial team, rushed in and shouted: "Old Li, Old Li, it's bad, it's bad, old money has criticized us!"
"Old money has criticized us? Isn't this a good thing?"
After Li Qingquan's face was stunned for a short time, his face turned happy! Putting aside the criticism, it is a great honor for Lao Qian to give them a review of Yenching Literature!
Why did Lao Zhou become so anxious!
“I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not, but what Lao Li wants to tell you is that he is criticizing Lao Xu’s “Wrangler”!
"I just want to ask you about the symposium next Wednesday, Lao Li, have you said hello to Lao Qian?"
Li Qingquan's eyelids twitched when he heard this, secretly thinking, he had really forgotten about it!
"Now I'll go to his house to invite him in person!"
Li Qingquan couldn't sit still at all. No one could forget this great god!
Although every time he is invited, this great god is too lazy to show favor and will not come at all! But whether they come or not is one thing, whether you invite them or not is another matter!
Originally, Lao Qian had a lot of objections to their Yanjing literature, but he didn’t know why!
He has been forgotten in the symposium now, how terrible it is!
“Give me the newspaper!”
I went out in a panic, then came back and quickly picked up the "Wen Wei Po" I hadn't had time to read.
In this way, I rushed to Lao Qian's courtyard house early in the morning.
Feeling nervous and apprehensive, I went in with a shy old face, and happened to see Lao Qian practicing in the yard. He walked up to him angrily and said hello: "Old Qian, Lao Qian, are you practicing?"
"Hey, isn't this the editor-in-chief Li Da of Yanjing Literature!? Who are you looking for?! Looking for Old Feng from the Foreign Languages Bureau. He lives in the backyard, not the front yard!"
Lao Qian was still doing his Tai Chi, not even bothering to look at this old boy!
Lao Feng and his wife really got it right before, and Li Qingquan really forgot about him!
Looking at the Yanjing area, if any magazine or newspaper holds a symposium or tea party, doesn't it have to say hello to the old man and invite him warmly?
But Li Qingquan of Yanjing Literature is doing well. The symposium he held for "The Wrangler" is about to begin, but so far there has been no greeting.
yes!
In normal times, you, Li Qingquan, would just forget about it. He, Mr. Qian, has so much that he doesn’t bother to care about it.
But he couldn't resist the fact that Lao Feng and his wife lived in his backyard!
They were all in the industry, so why did they invite both of them, but only his old money was left out?
If you missed it, you missed it. It’s fine if he didn’t know about it!
But Lao Feng asked him almost every day, did you, Li Qingquan, invite you? ! Why haven't you, Li Qingquan, been invited yet? Didn't you take my old money seriously and you, Li Qingquan, drifted out of the sky?
OK!
You Yanjing Literature are competing with her "October", why can you still turn around and direct your artillery fire at Lao Qian? !
yes!
Old Qian also saw that it was Lao Feng who was here to stir up trouble and stimulate himself!
I don’t know what she is planning?
But did you, Li Qingquan, really not invite him and forget about his old money?
If you, Li Qingquan, had not forgotten and sent the invitation letter early, no matter how much Lao Feng fanned the flames, could he still be able to stimulate his old money?
"Qian Lao Qian Lao! I'm here to see you!"
Li Qingquan didn't even dare to call him "Lao Qian" anymore. He directly called him "Lao Qian" as a compliment. It's true that he was too busy during this period and forgot all about it!
But being busy is definitely not an excuse for him to forget about old money.
"Looking for me!?"
"You, Editor-in-Chief Li, are a very busy person, how can you still use my old bones when you forget things so much?"
Lao Qian still didn't take advantage of it, and he gave Li Qingquan another yin and yang in a moment of hesitation!
"I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten. No one can forget you, Mr. Qian!"
"It's like this. Our agency will hold a symposium for "Wrangler" next Wednesday, and Teacher Ding will also be here, so I hope Mr. Qian can also go and support our new author!" Li Qingquan complimented him vigorously. He said flatteringly.
"Ding Ling will also go?!" After hearing this, Lao Qian finally accepted the victory and asked with a surprised look on his face, "Is this her first public appearance after her comeback?"
"you do not say!"
Li Qingquan continued to look shy and said with a smile!
As for Ding Ling also attending the "Wrangler" symposium, it was indeed beyond Li Qingquan's expectation, and he couldn't understand why Ding Ling spared no effort to support "Wrangler" Lao Xu.
Do you know the identity of Mr. Xu from "Wrangler"?
But Li Qingquan flirted with the relationship between Ding Ling and the author of Wrangler, Lao Xu, Cheng Xuemin, and they didn't match up.
Even Ding Ling and the Feng family have basically nothing to do with each other!
Then why did she support "Wrangler"? To be honest, Li Qingquan was also confused and didn't understand.
Is it really because Ding Ling resonates with "Wrangler"?
"Who is this "Wrangler" author Lao Xu? Ding Ling is either commenting on her, or flattering him and attending his symposium?!"
Lao Qian asked again.
Isn't this a little too abnormal?
Ding Ling had just returned to Beijing as an ordinary person, and she had not made any public appearance at all. She had always kept a low profile, waiting for her reputation to be restored by her superiors.
But before she had clearly recovered, she started jumping up and down, either writing reviews and speaking out for this "Wrangler", or attending "Wrangler" symposiums. This completely changed her previous low-key style!
"Huh?! Actually... Mr. Qian, the author of the Wrangler, you should know!"
Li Qingquan went to the backyard to kill the cat, and deliberately said directly, who is the author of "The Wrangler"? Doesn’t he live in the backyard of your house, Lao Qian?
“I should know!? Who is that!?”
"Old man, I'm getting old and my memory is bad! You, Editor-in-Chief Li, don't play catch-up with an old man like me. Just tell whoever you are and hide half of what you say, leaving the old man to guess!"
"I guess you are an uncle!"
Well!
Li Qingquan is so bitter, if he hadn’t known that Lao Qian had this temper, he would have really thought that Lao Qian was scolding him!
"This...for the author's own consideration...he won't let us talk nonsense to the outside world!"
"Go, go, go!"
As he spoke, Lao Qian immediately changed his face and refused to let you talk nonsense to others. Then why are you, Li Qingquan, still standing here?
"Old Qian, Lao Qian! Lao Qian, Lao Qian, you listen to my explanation, you listen to my explanation!" When Li Qingquan saw Lao Qian, he immediately drove him away. He was so miserable that he couldn't express his bitterness.
"This way! Old Qian, aren't you curious about who the author of "The Wrangler", Old Xu, is?"
"Aren't you curious why Ding Ling supports "Wrangler" so much?"
"Come and sit at my symposium. I guarantee that on the day of the symposium, Lao Qian, you will definitely know who the author of "Wrangler" Lao Xu is!"
"Besides, it will definitely surprise you with lots of surprises!"
When Li Qingquan saw Feng's mother, Gu Xueqing, coming out of the backyard, followed by her son-in-law and daughter, Wrangler author Lao Xu, his eyes lit up, and he asked Lao Qian!
"I believe you, you idiot..." Lao Qian scoffed at him, but quickly changed his tune and said, "Old Li, you haven't read that Wenhui Po today!? Didn't you know that I gave you a review of Yanjing Literature? "
"Huh?!" The sudden change of conversation made Li Qingquan stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that this old money was talking to Lao Feng's family, so he quickly followed suit and said:
"Yes, yes! No, no! I'm in a hurry to go out, and I haven't had time to read the newspaper yet! Why, Mr. Qian, did you give us a review on Yanjing Literature?"
"It's such an honor, it's such an honor. Then you should come and support this symposium we are holding!"
"Praise to your uncle!" Lao Qian cursed in his heart!
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(End of chapter)