Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Chapter 283: Time is desolate, I dare not forget it (please subscribe!)

Lao Wang in the capital was talking eloquently in newspapers.

He said disdainfully: “As we all know, both the Nobel Prize for Literature and the Mao Dun Prize for Literature are keen on works with grand narratives, which must involve factors such as human nature, freedom, society, and major historical backgrounds.

Regarding this point, in fact, it has long been a tradition for the Chinese literary world. It has deep historical origins in our country. In ancient times, literature had the social function of "writing to carry the Tao". How much more so in modern times full of utilitarian thinking?

It can be said that "literature conveys the truth" is the most mainstream aesthetic mentality of the public towards literary works.

The new book "Latent" in March seems to go against this public aesthetic mentality. This work is more like a biographical history book, telling the different work experiences and life endings of different characters.

Of course, there are also specific historical background and human factors, but they seem to be less powerful than those in "The Ordinary World". To put it simply, I classify it as popular literature that tells stories.

As for the story-telling nature of popular literature, I prefer Jin Yong’s martial arts. Why should I watch your “Latent”?

So in my opinion, this is another book about the author’s attempt to steal toilets. "

After reading this comment, Zhang Xuan was very angry and unhappy!

I even had the urge to go directly to the capital to have a live blowjob with Lao Wang.

But after getting angry, Zhang Xuan calmed down again.

He sat on the couch doing some self-reflection.

Although the speech of this old king in the capital is extremely ugly, he talks so much fucking nonsense.

But one sentence is still very true.

That is that "Liberty" opens up a new field, which is indeed contrary to traditional literature. This is also where others in the newspaper criticize "Liberty", and even use it as a weakness to attack "Liberty".

Zhang Xuan basically has no way to defend this point.

Because the birth of a new thing often means change, and some people like it very much.

There are also people who can't stand it and are very disgusted.

This can be seen from the attacking remarks of a well-known Shaanxi writer named Zhao. He said bluntly: This is a popular novel. At most, it expands the field of espionage. Classifying it as literature is an attack on the traditional Disrespectful, disrespectful to the classics.

As for being contrary to the public's aesthetic mentality, Zhang Xuan doesn't care that much, and there is no need to say anything. After all, the market is there, and 500,000 books are not bought by himself.

Even if I want to sell 500,000 copies, I can't afford it with my financial resources.

When he was enjoying himself, when his life was drifting with pride, Zhang Xuan was woken up by Lao Wang from Beijing and Lao Zhao from Shaanxi, like a blow to the head.

He patiently read dozens of newspapers again.

I found out that as many people like it as there are people who hate it.

Zhang Xuan took a pen and paper and made a rough statistics. He found that 70% were praised and 30% were criticized.

And this time is different from the previous "rumours". Whether it is praised or criticized, it is all big names who end up being punished.

All speeches are based on logic.

Yes, even if it is criticism, it is based on logical basis.

Although there is a bit of jealousy and jealousy among colleagues, after all, it also represents the voice and opinions of one person.

After calming down and reading the criticism, three hours passed.

Putting the newspaper aside, Zhang Xuan stood up and rubbed his temples, feeling his head was a little bloated.

Why don't you go for a walk and get some fresh air?

Looking at the sunset outside, with this thought, Zhang Xuan was ready to make a move.

Change your shoes, go out, and go downstairs.

Glancing under the eaves, I didn't find Lao Deng enjoying the cool air. I felt a little disappointed and couldn't find anyone to talk to.

I don’t know why, but after the ultimate excitement, there is the ultimate emptiness. Now I always feel empty and a little lonely.

He was thinking about whether he should continue on the path of literature after reaching this point.

If you continue, what should you write in your next work?

We can’t always write about spy photos, we have to change.

Just like the "sea of life" in Mecca.

When he thought of "the sea of life", Zhang Xuan's little heart beat uncontrollably.

Ouch, damn greed.

What a sin.

Maybe it's because of the summer vacation, so I don't meet many people on campus.

Occasionally, I see teachers or family members gathering together to take care of their children or practice qigong.

After watching a bunch of old men and women sitting cross-legged in meditation from a distance, Zhang Xuan was speechless.

Looking around the crowd, I found Lao Deng's mother, Professor Shen.

In just one year, Professor Shen has changed. The long hair is gone, the white hair is gone, and I have neat short black hair. A man in his 60s suddenly looks much younger.

If one didn't know her background, some people would believe her if she said she was 50 years old.

Knowing the nature and future destiny of Qigong, Zhang Xuan shook his head after watching it for a few minutes and lost interest.

At CUHK in August, the sun is abundant and the evening breeze is cool. You can always smell the faint fragrance of jasmine and hibiscus while walking along the tree-lined paths.

In the long sunset, flocks of migratory birds are migrating.

For some reason, he looked at the migratory birds in the sky and suddenly missed Mi Jian and Mi Jian's plain white appearance.

Thinking of Mi Jian, the scene of sweeping the grave came to mind.

Time is bleak, but the tears are still clear.

Damn it, I want to cry again.

I touched my body and found that I didn't have a phone card with me.

Needless to say, Zhang Xuan changed direction, passed through the south gate, and found a grocery store on a familiar road.

He is very familiar with the owner of this store. He was introduced to him by Lao Deng when school started last year.

As soon as he walked in, Zhang Xuan stated his purpose: "Boss, please make a call."

Seeing that it was him, the store owner turned the fan to a shaking state and said with a smile, "Use it as you like."

Dial and wait.

There was only one ring and the call was answered.

"Hello, Zhang Xuan." It was Mi Jian's voice.

Zhang Xuan was a little surprised and joked: "Did you know that I was coming, so you were waiting for my call?"

Mi smiled and explained: "I just called you to rent a house."

Zhang Xuan asked happily: "Looking for me?"

"Um."

Mi Jian responded and said: "I sent you some paper candies a while ago, have you received them?"

Zhang Xuan said no and asked, "How many did you send?"

Mi Jian said: "One pound is sent in the form of a package through the post office."

Zhang Xuan said: "Then I'll go to the post office and check it out later. Well, the post office may be closed now. I'll go check it out tomorrow morning."

Mi Jian said yes and asked him: "Are you coming back during the summer vacation?"

Zhang Xuan said: "I want to come back, I'm waiting for someone."

As for whom he was waiting for, he didn't say it, but she understood and didn't even ask.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan suddenly said: "Mi Jian, I miss you."

Mi Jian used his fingers to hook the strands of hair on his face behind his ears, pursed his lips slightly and said nothing, and just stood there quietly without hanging up the phone.

A few seconds later.

Zhang Xuan asked: "Are you still there?"

Mi Jian replied: "Yes."

Zhang Xuan asked: "You still owe me a meal, do you remember?"

Thinking of the scene where he acted shamelessly, a faint smile appeared on Mi Jian's face and said: "Remember, don't dare forget, otherwise you will never finish it."

"Really? Is this the case? I'm not that kind of person. Don't frame me."

After shamelessly proving his innocence, Zhang Xuan said, "When I come back, you can treat me to dinner."

Mi Jian said yes.

After chatting for more than 20 minutes, at the end of the phone call, Zhang Xuan brought up old things again: "When you invite me to dinner, remember to wear white clothes. I like the way you look in white clothes."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Because he knew that Mi Jian would not respond to him verbally.

If you want Mi Jian to make progress, if you want Mi Jian to slowly take the initiative, hey, there is still a long way to go.

But he is not in a hurry. Some things must be tasted slowly to gain flavor, feel beautiful, and cherish them more and more.

If you rush it, it won't be perfect.

Putting the receiver back, Zhang Xuan took out the money and asked: "Boss, how much is it?"

The boss quickly waved his hand: "No, no, we are all acquaintances, no need to pay."

After calling for so long, how can we do it without paying?

People can be polite to you, but you can't take them seriously.

Not knowing how much to give, Zhang Xuan simply took out three 10-yuan notes and handed them to the little boy who was eavesdropping on the phone.

Then he left the store and planned to leave.

At this time, the little boy asked the store owner: "Mom, are all the girls wearing white clothes beautiful?"