Literary Master 1978

"Hey, Yushu, have you heard about it?" Wu Yingfang asked Tao Yushu secretly during class.

"What did you hear?"

"Xu Lingjun is going to give a speech at Yanda. They all say that Xu Lingjun seems to be an employee of Yanda."

Tao Yushu nodded, "Yes, I heard about it."

Wu Yingfang muttered: "That's right, your family is from Yan University, it is your Yan University that produces the most talented people!"

"Just writing a few novels is nothing compared to those professors."

When Tao Yushu heard her classmates praise her husband, she instinctively said a few words of modesty.

"Yo yo yo! You can't tell it at ordinary times, but I am indeed from Yan University. Although he is not a professor, he is still a famous writer. When it comes to your mouth, it seems like he is worthless."

Tao Yushu listened to his friend's teasing and smiled helplessly. He should find a suitable opportunity to talk to her about this matter.

"The speech is tomorrow, will you go?"

Lin Chaoyang was going to give a speech at Yanda, how could Tao Yushu not go?

"go."

June 3rd was Sunday. Lin Chaoyang used his break to participate in a speaking event without even asking for leave.

Because it was Sunday, the Tao family's morning meal was a little later than usual.

After eating, Tao Yushu helped him tidy up his clothes, looked up and down, and then asked, "Are you nervous?"

Lin Chaoyang smiled, "It's not like you don't know how shameless I am."

Tao Yushu showed a smile on his face, and there was a bit of pride hidden in it.

"Brother-in-law, come on!"

Before going out, sister-in-law Tao Yumo cheered Lin Chaoyang. The girl was full of energy, which made people feel happy.

Recently, Lin Chaoyang was interviewed by the school magazine and invited to give a speech. Tao Yumo felt deeply honored and had a tendency to gradually evolve into a bitch.

After Lin Chaoyang and his wife went out, Tao Yucheng said to his wife Zhao Li, "How about we go and listen too."

Zhao Li looked embarrassed, "What should I do with the child?"

"Bring them over together and let them see my uncle's style!" Tao Yucheng said carelessly.

Zhao Li agreed to her husband's decision after thinking about it, and she was also curious about how Lin Chaoyang would behave.

The couple packed up for a while and left home with their children.

A while after the two left, Tao's mother put away the dishes, took off her apron, and prepared to go out.

Tao Yumo was getting ready to go to school and asked, "Mom, why are you going?"

Tao's mother did not answer her question, but Tao Yumo refused. He asked: "You don't want to go to my brother-in-law's speech, do you?"

Tao's mother looked worried and said angrily: "It's embarrassing! What's so good about it?"

After saying that, she ignored Tao Yumo's reaction and walked out.

Tao's father went out for a walk early in the morning. At this moment, Tao Yumo was the only one left at home. Everyone else had weekends off, but she still had to go to class.

Thinking that others were going to listen to lectures in a carefree manner, but she could only sit in the classroom and take classes for a day, Tao Yumo felt that she had no love in life.

Yanjing in early June is at the turn of spring and summer, and the climate is the most pleasant.

The plants in Yanyuan show their vitality, and there are young and wanton figures wandering along every path.

Lin Chaoyang's speech was scheduled for nine in the morning. He arrived at the entrance of the large dining hall at eight thirty. The breakfast time here was over. Many students from Yan University had gathered in the huge hall. They seemed to be here to listen. Speech.

The scale of today's speech was larger than any previous event held by the May Fourth Literary Society. Several key members of the Literary Society were busy with their own affairs. When Lin Chaoyang found Chen Jiangong, he was sweating profusely. .

"How are you preparing the speech?" Chen Jiangong asked.

"No problem."

The title of this speech was given by the May Fourth Literary Society, but the content was all Lin Chaoyang's own idea.

Seeing Lin Chaoyang's confident answer, Chen Jiangong was relieved. The two chatted for a few more words, and Zhang Youhua came to call him over there.

"Jiangong, a group of people have come from the College of Posts and Telecommunications. You should hurry up and make arrangements to prevent them from running around and disrupting order."

Chen Jiangong glanced at Lin Chaoyang, Lin Chaoyang nodded to him, and then he ran away.

In two or three minutes, many students had already poured into the dining hall. When Lin Chaoyang was talking to Chen Jiangong just now, Tao Yushu walked away. Now he tried to look for her again, but he scanned around and couldn't find her anywhere.

"Chaoyang!"

The person who called Lin Chaoyang was Wang Xiaoping. She was one of the backbones of the May Fourth Literary Society. She greeted Lin Chaoyang to tell him the process of today's speech.

"The speech will start at nine o'clock. Youhua will go up first to make an introduction. When he calls you, you will go on stage. The speech will last for one hour, and we will use a sign to remind you of the time...

Then there is the question and answer session, which lasts for half an hour. You can control this yourself. We must finish at half past ten, so as not to delay the students' meal. "

Knowing the general process clearly, Lin Chaoyang nodded to Wang Xiaoping, "I know everything."

Looking at the confident expression on Lin Chaoyang's face, Wang Xiaoping's heart skipped a beat. Lin Chaoyang, who was about to take the podium, seemed to have a different kind of charm that made people blush and heartbeat.

It was almost nine o'clock, and more and more students were gathering in the large dining hall. It seemed that there were already more people than at usual meal times, but people seemed to be pouring in from the door outside.

Lin Chaoyang was really surprised by this, "Why are there so many people?"

"People from several universities contacted us in advance when they heard that we were going to give you a lecture. Even if only one-tenth of the people from our schools came, the big dining room would not be able to accommodate it," Wang Xiaoping said.

Lin Chaoyang laughed and said: "One tenth? I don't have that much appeal!"

Wang Xiaoping's eyes lingered on him, "You underestimate your own influence!"

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised, "Do I have that much influence?"

Wang Xiaoping nodded seriously, "Of course! Not to mention "Wrangler", "Little Shoes" was published less than a month ago, but almost everyone around me is discussing it. You wrote this novel really well, I think It's even better than "Wrangler" and will definitely become your masterpiece."

Sensing the charming look in Wang Xiaoping's eyes, Lin Chaoyang said politely, "Thank you."

Since the beginning of the construction of the large dining room, the function of an auditorium has been considered, so there is a rostrum in the inner position.

While the two were talking, Zhang Youhua, the president of the May Fourth Literary Society, had already stepped onto the podium.

In today's speech, he will introduce Lin Chaoyang and join in the performance. After his appearance, the originally noisy atmosphere in the large dining room gradually quieted down. Only the microphone was left in the large dining room covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters to convey Zhang Youhua's voice.

At this time, outside the large dining room, a red and black activity notice board stood at the door. Tao Yushu was standing next to the notice board, seemingly waiting for someone.

Less than two minutes later, Wu Yingfang finally appeared in her sight at a trot.

"Why did you come here?" Tao Yushu complained.

"I was delayed by something this morning. Oops, I'm so exhausted."

Wu Yingfang had no time to complain before she was dragged into the dining room by Tao Yushu.

At this time, the large dining hall was already overcrowded. Not only the central hall was full of people, but also the surrounding aisles were full of people.

It seemed that there must be at least two thousand people. Wu Yingfang looked at the black heads in front and lamented: "It's over, it's over, I can only listen from behind."

Tao Yushu did not answer her words, but pushed her forward with him.

It was not until less than ten meters away from the rostrum that I turned to the left corner.

"Jiangong!" Tao Yushu greeted Chen Jiangong. This area was reserved for him by the students of the May Fourth Literary Club.

When Chen Jiangong saw Tao Yushu leading people over, he quickly asked someone to make room for the two of them.

Wu Yingfang was delighted when she saw this, and whispered to Tao Yushu: "He is the landlord after all, and he did a great job!"

Tao Yushu did not answer her, but said: "Listen to the speech!"

There is a large blackboard behind the rostrum, with the title of today's speech written on it - the inevitable rise and decline of scar literature.

At this time, Zhang Youhua on the stage had just finished his speech and said in a solemn tone: "Next, let us welcome today's guest with the warmest applause - the representative writer of scar literature, the author of "The Wrangler" and "Little Shoes" Comrade Xu Lingjun!”

There was thunderous applause in the dining room, and many college students in the audience were looking forward to it.

Although there are many students from Yan University today, there are even more students from other schools. Even students from Yan University have some who have never seen Lin Chaoyang, let alone students from other schools.

Lin Chaoyang walked firmly to the center of the podium, where there was a desk covered with red cloth, with a microphone, amplifier and water glass on it.

He first bowed to the audience and then picked up the microphone on the table.

The microphones these days are all wired. The metallic microphone weighs three to four kilograms and feels heavy in the hand. Lin Chaoyang even carefully smoothed the wire.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xu Lingjun, you can also call me Lin Chaoyang."

After introducing himself, the audience burst into applause again.

Lin Chaoyang stood on the podium and saw the crowd of heads below, but he didn't feel nervous at all.

As a laborer in his previous life, he explained his shit-like PPT in front of countless groups of customers. His heart was calm, his face was as smooth as a lake, and his skin was as stable as a duck.

Although there were more people today, it was nothing compared to the pressure brought by customers.

Will students not sign a contract? Will students let you accompany them drinking? The student union is complaining...

Well, they really know how to do this.

"Today, at the invitation of the students of the May 4th Literary Society, I came to exchange ideas on literature with you. The topics are all written on the blackboard..."

Lin Chaoyang waved his hand and pointed behind him, "The inevitable rise and fall of scar literature. I guess some students must be cursing me for being sensational and daring to give such a title."

Lin Chaoyang said this in a relaxed tone, and there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

In the past two years, scar literature has emerged vigorously and has become very popular in a short period of time. It has set off a huge wave in the domestic literary circle, influenced the creative direction of a large number of writers, and also invisibly guided readers' reading interests.

With such a splendid momentum and trend, it is understandable to say that it is "inevitable to rise", but it can also be said to be "inevitable to decline". This has indeed whetted the appetite of everyone present.

“Everyone is familiar with scar literature, which has been developing rapidly in the past two years. One of my own works has been fortunate enough to be included in it by many seniors in the literary field, and it has been regarded as a leader.

I feel ashamed to say that I wrote novels just to supplement my family income. I never expected that I would respond to the call of the times and be loved and praised by many readers..."

Lin Chaoyang stood on the podium and spoke slowly and calmly, with a calm face and an air of calmness.

Tao Yucheng and Zhao Li were standing in the middle corner on the right side of the large dining room with a child in their arms. They were more than 20 meters apart, and there were all heads in front of them. Lin Chaoyang and his wife on the podium could no longer see clearly. , can only listen to the sound.

"Chaoyang has some general demeanor!"

The speech had just begun, and the content was not yet clear, but Tao Yucheng felt that his brother-in-law had a good momentum and style, and looked very decent, and it really didn't seem like it was his first time to give a speech.

Zhao Li hugged Tao Xiwu in her arms and said, "I said Chaoyang is a talented person, smart, and can do anything right."

"Yeah."

Tao Xiwen in Tao Yucheng's arms desperately climbed up his father's arms and chest because he couldn't see Lin Chaoyang on the stage.

"I want to see my uncle! I want to see my uncle!"

The couple stopped talking, and Tao Yucheng held his son higher so that he could see Lin Chaoyang on the rostrum.