Chapter 212 Master Duan Shui
On the evening of Thursday, April 9, before Li Yan could figure out how to talk to Lin Heng about Su Siqing, the roommates took the initiative to give him a chance to talk about Su Siqing.
Li Ruofei is the initiator of the topic. He and Lin Heng strongly recommended an author:
"I wrote about your family, "Iron Dragon Chang Heng". I think it is well written and I am also curious about it. As a Chang Heng person, how will you feel after reading this?"
Li Yan pricked up her ears.
"I've seen it. I often read "Linjiang Literature and Art". Speaking of Ruofeijun's article..."
"It's not worth mentioning if you don't talk about mine. Let's talk about "Iron Dragon Chang Heng" ." Li Ruofei interrupted Lin Heng's spell.
"It's good. My home is an industrial city, an industrial center in Linjiang. The vigorous factory construction in those years can be regarded as a piece of history that cannot be avoided in Linjiang." Lin Heng is still very serious when he is serious. "We have a great writer in Changheng named Su Siqing. Like this article, he has been emphasizing industrial development and cultural heritage protection. Our family has a mixed reputation for him."
" Mixed reputation and praise?”
“Let’s just say that he came out of Chang Heng, but turned around and restricted Chang Heng’s development after becoming famous.” Lin Heng shrugged.
"How can this be called a restriction?" Li Ruofei shook his head.
"Besides, I think what he said is too official, and I don't feel much about it." Lin Heng was lying on the bed, his voice was not clear, "He is obviously a person who grew up in Chang Heng, but when he writes it, it sounds like Outsiders commented the same, saying what should be done, as if giving guidance. "What about "Iron Dragon Chang Heng"?" Liang Tiancheng joined the conversation.
"What does this dream mean? This author is probably not from my family. He obviously has a lot of realistic descriptions of the impression of New Taipei, but there is no such thing as Chang Heng. He only talks about the background and history, but it is still better than Su Siqing's Those articles are more humane."
"Seeing the big from the small" Li Ruofei concluded.
"Yes, yes, you are indeed Lord Ruofei." Lin Heng said with a smile.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Yan immediately interjected: "This Su Siqing, is he awesome?"
"It's awesome. If he hadn't refused to hold any position, he would be the current chairman of the Linjiang Provincial Writers Association. Him."
As expected, Lin Heng and Guo Qiwen have very different definitions of "awesome". Li Yan didn't expect to ask what he wanted to know in one sentence.
“Why refuse?”
"Teacher Su is still very literate. He can't get along with those who talk about goals and tasks. He even said directly at a conference, 'I can't be associated with people who only talk about profits,' which offended a lot of people. But also He has a good reputation in the author circle. I heard that he likes to correspond with other authors and has a high status in the author circle. Many authors in Linjiang are proud to receive letters from Teacher Su. ”
< br>"Teacher Su? Do you know him?" Li Yan keenly captured the difference in Lin Heng's expression.
"I know my dad and have had some interactions with him. How can I know him? He doesn't come to my house." Lin Heng stretched.
"Actually, I don't really like this Yushi Yumeng's article." Zhu Qinglun suddenly fired a shot, attracting everyone's attention.
"What do you say, Qinglun?" Li Ruofei was in a very calm mood.
In Li Yan's eyes, Zhu Qinglun's statement that he didn't like Li Ruofei when he had just recommended her was indeed a low-EQ act.
But Li Ruofei is indeed a sunshine boy. When he hears other people’s opposite opinions, he will not subconsciously regard them as refutation or even offense. Communication is communication.
“I think talking about the contradiction between cultural heritage protection and development and construction is a very specific and complex ‘problem’. Relying on emotional prose to solve the problem is not powerful enough. You have to use a sharp pen tip to hit the nail on the head.” Zhu Qinglun said with some excitement, "For example, the recent teacher Tang Feitang is so amazing, and the accuracy of his word choice is comparable to that of Lu Xun."
Li Yan couldn't listen anymore, turned around and wrapped herself in a quilt, His scalp was numb and his teeth were sore.
Do those idols feel the same way when they listen to their fanatical fans shouting "You are the cutest in the world" in the audience?
Then another big discussion about "essays or reviews" started in the dormitory. Li Yan really had no idea what to say and simply remained silent.
Zhu Dapao would not give him a chance to remain silent, "Li Yan, tell me, which one do you think is more powerful, Mengsheng Yushi or Tang Fei?"
It feels so familiar, from previous club activities. On that day, he was also publicly executed in this way.
"This... there is no best writer. Prose and commentary have their own meanings. These two people only write well in their own fields, naturally..."
"Master Duan Shui, I'm used to it." Zhu Qinglun sighed helplessly, "But Li Yan, 'the writing is not bad'... you are the only one who dares to say this. After all, none of us have published anything in Linjiang Literature. I really don’t have the qualifications to comment.”
"Speaking of which, Mr. Su is a rare writer who can write both essays and editorials very well. He has collections of essays, novels, and treatises. It's no wonder that he has a high status." Lin Heng shook his head, "I don't know if he is still there now. Have you written to the author he likes? Hey, Li Yan, if you mentioned more about the protection of the context of the article "Lincheng Fireworks" you wrote, he might write to you."
“I’ve been here.”
Huh? Lin Heng straightened up like a carp and stood up.
It's a showdown, I won't pretend anymore.
"Mengsheng Yuji and Tang Fei are both my pen names, so I can only settle the matter with a bowl of water. Qinglun, I can only comment that their writing is okay, not because I have published articles, But they are me, and as a human being, I have to be humble." 403 dormitory said.
"伱! Wrote!?!" Everyone in the rare dormitory said in unison, but Chen Fan was the only one who remained unmoved.
“I wrote it, and the fee slip is still here.” Li Yan took out a pile of envelopes from the drawer.
“Fuck me, I exploded into a flower!” Lin Heng went crazy.
“Why do I find everything Ayan says so outrageous to be credible?” Li Ruofei shook his head and sighed.
"You really didn't lie, did you Li Yan? You really wouldn't suddenly say something joking, would you?" Liang Tiancheng panicked.
Zhu Qinglun has already overloaded the CPU.
Only Chen Fan was studying seriously in front of the computer - because he was wearing headphones and still very engaged, he really didn't understand what was going on.
“But brothers, writing this article is quite sensitive.” Li Yan said in a very serious tone, “As long as you know about this matter, please keep it secret for the time being. I originally planned to tell everyone It will be kept secret, but..."
"I understand," Lin Heng tapped his heart, "As brothers, with your trust in our hearts, we will definitely..."
"I really want to show off."
Lin Heng held back his breath and almost didn't come up.
Li Yan's QQ suddenly flashed. He clicked it and saw a message from Li Ruofei:
Ayan, can you tell us about the online article?
Li Yan chuckled and replied: In another half month.
Li Ruofei: Will it be finished by then?
Li Yan: It should be popular by then. I’ll wait until everyone takes the initiative to discuss it.
Li Ruofei: Are you worried that taking the initiative will be too high-profile?
Li Yan shook her head, Li Ruofei really didn't understand him as well as Lin Heng, which made him feel a little guilty:
It feels better to pretend like this.
The roommates were still chattering away, and Li Yan actually wanted to participate. A few words of conversation at this time would make him feel very comfortable.
However, the still beating qq avatar interrupted his thoughts. It was the long-lost editor of 66 (the editor of "The King of Reasoning"). The content was very simple - a manuscript request.
Then Li Yan saw the previous message, which was in January and he said, "I will write to you when I get home."
Grass...I forgot all about it.
However, he doesn't want to continue writing reasoning for the time being. It's not that he has no energy, but he has just written a long novel and is waiting for the Supernova Award, and he has no interest at this time.
After thinking about it, he simply explained that he had written a lengthy article and apologized to the 66 editor.
The editor is very open-minded: It’s okay, as long as you are willing to use your talents on the soil of reasoning, I will be happy.
I don’t know what happened, but Li Yan felt like she was being licked.
The conversation ended here. Li Yan adjusted her mentality and prepared to enter the happy moment of Internet writing.
This climax is expected to have 60,000 words. It will continue continuously and the amount of information will explode. Therefore, Li Yan does not even dare to update too fast. He has to update 4,400 words despite Kaiyuan's pursuit.
Unlike a certain urban rebirth writer of the same period who wrote a story about a primary school student who was forced to live in a social life and struggled to survive four thousand yards a day, and was even told to Li Yan by Kaiyuan as an after-dinner snack.
Li Yan couldn't help but sigh, there is indeed a difference between having a system and not having a system.
He is very confident. Any serious reader will see that he has to go through the four thousand words every day. Tens of thousands of words in one day is considered a small amount.
Li Yan sent a smiling emoticon to Kaiyuan to express his confidence, which made Kaiyuan restless when he went to bed at night. He always thought that it was because he was chasing after the 4,000-word scumbag more recently that he was making Li Yan impatient. .
In the past two days, there have been comments starting to say, "Oh shit, it's him." In a few days...
I was so lost in thought that before I typed a few words, my cell phone rang, and the caller was another unexpected person - Wang Peihua.
(End of this chapter)