Rebel Demon King

Chapter 634 The Steam Girl and the Classical Teacher (3)

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Cheng Mo ate a sumptuous dinner at Shen Youyi's house, even though Cheng Mo ate a lot at Sir Xiang at noon, at night Cheng Mo still worked hard to finish the dishes Shen Youyi cooked.After the meal, the two of them cleaned the table, washed the dishes, and cleaned the kitchen together, as in the past in harmony and tacit understanding, just like Cheng Mo has never left in the past year and a half.

Probably this is the case between people with deep feelings. No matter how long they have been separated, they can restore intimacy with just a few words.

After finishing the housework, Shen Youyi made Cheng Mo a cup of Anhua black tea, pulled Cheng Mo to sit on the balcony, and began to read a book she was reading recently - "To Finland Station" by Edmund Wilson .

The weather in Xingcheng in May is pleasant, the cool breeze blows across the balcony, and blows to the other side with the shining lights. In this cool night wind, Teacher Shen’s voice is like misty drizzle, infiltrating Cheng Mo’s heart .

The book of almost [-] pages was shared with Cheng Mo in over an hour by Shen Youyi, and then Shen Youyi handed the book "To Finland Station" to Cheng Mo, and said with a smile: "I know you like to read this kind of film." Some interesting and speculative historical readings, so I bought it specially."

Cheng Mo took the book with the bronze statue of Lielin printed on it, glanced at the blood-red "TO THE FINLAND" words, and said: "Although the author is a bit biased and has a lot of subjective assumptions, the most important thing is his honesty, and his The spirit is also admirable. At least his works reflect that he is a person with dreams, and also reflects the yearning of human beings for a world of great harmony. At that time, the Soviet Union was the beacon of human beings. No one could guess that After decades, this hope of humanity ended so sadly"

"Actually, I like Edmund Wilson not because of his values, but because he is a very sharp literary critic." Shen Youyi said.

Cheng Mo nodded, "I don't know much about him. It's the first time I came into contact with his books today. I just know that he once commented that Maugham was only a second-rate writer. I thought his remarks were too subjective at the time. I am not interested in reading his books anymore, just now I heard Sister Xi read his works, and found that as long as you are a human being, you will inevitably have prejudice against strangers."

Shen Youyi smiled, "I also like Maugham very much, but what Edmund Wilson said is not wrong. At the same time as Maugham, there was Faulkner, Woolf, and Joyce. It was an era of shining stars. In contrast, Maugham did seem a little ordinary at the time. In fact, we now feel that the word "second-rate" is not too bad, but at that time Edmund Wilson said second-rate, which meant that it was not popular."

Cheng Mo, the history of literature, also dabbled a little. Although he was not proficient, he could say a few words. He thought about it seriously, and said: "Perhaps at the time, Maugham's works lacked depth and tended to be more entertaining. , Just like we look at Mr. Jin Yong now, he is just a best-selling writer, not a literary giant. We say that the essence of literature is criticism, and Maugham has written too many entertaining things."

Shen Youyi nodded, "The literary circles really don't think highly of Jin Yong's martial arts novels, saying that he flatters the ruling class. From Hu Shi to Li Ao to Wang Shuo, everyone thinks that Jin Yong's writings are loser literature, unrefined, better than suspense detectives. The level of novels like this one is still low, and probably not in the mainstream. The same situation of Jin Yong and Maugham in different eras probably reflects the conditions for the literary world to choose masters."

Cheng Mo complained: "First of all, you have to write tragedies. If you don't write tragedies, you can't afford the word 'work'."

Shen Youyi chuckled: "Not only that, because all great writers have bitterness and hatred, but Maugham lived a life so bright and happy. In addition, he is too normal. People at that time always thought that only paranoid people can be good artists. , Just like Van Gogh, who cut off his own ears, he can be called a genius. A best-selling writer with a normal mind like Maugham, who has not even experienced the basic treatment of hunger, cold, and doom, is not eligible. The setting of the great writer."

After a pause, Shen Youyi laughed at himself and said: "Maybe I can't write wonderful novels because my life is too ordinary. You see, I went smoothly from childhood to adulthood without any setbacks. From kindergarten to junior high school, high school, Then to university and work, my life has not had any turmoil. Perhaps the most thrilling time was when I went to the loan shark company last time because of Xiaojie. This is a kind of luck for others, but for me Not necessarily."

Cheng Mo thought: Teacher Shen, your life is much more colorful than you imagined.But at this time, Cheng Mo was inconvenient to say this fact directly, so he said cautiously: "What's so dangerous about going to a usury company?"

Shen Youyi smiled and said: "You don't know how angry I was at that time, that is, this anger kept me from showing my timidity. In fact, I really wanted to beat up that bully manager at the time, but when I went back later, I remembered what happened. I also felt very scared, and felt that the only thing I could do was to give money, but fortunately, evil will be rewarded with evil.”

This made Cheng Mo's heart flash, and he felt that he knew how to slowly make Shen Youyi realize and accept Shen Daoyi's existence. There was no better way for Shen Youyi to write down his story.

So Cheng Mo asked Shen Youyi how the last time the adventure story about the two sisters was written, Shen Youyi said that after Cheng Mo left, he was in no mood to start writing.

Cheng Mo said: "When I was bored in America, I would think about this story. Whenever I think about it, some very interesting plots will appear in my mind, such as weaving in the things that happened to Mr. Shen. Interesting."

Shen Youyi didn't expect Cheng Mo to suddenly bring up this matter that still puzzled her. Thinking that she would be so close to the student who molested her with paintings, Shen Youyi blushed slightly, "My business? You mean painting Something? Actually, I also thought about writing that experience into a story, but I never wrote it without your permission."

"Me? In my conception, I'm not the protagonist. The plot I thought of should be different from what you think. In the story, I'm not the last behind-the-scenes manipulator. If this is the case, the dramatic conflict is not enough."

"Then who is behind the scenes?" Shen Youyi couldn't help asking, she became very interested in Cheng Mo's idea out of nowhere, she seemed to have a premonition that Cheng Mo would tell the prototype of a very ingenious suspenseful story.

"Sister Xi, I'm going to hold you back first. Let's take our time. Let's start today. Let's start by talking about why you gave up the opportunity to stay in Beijing Normal University and return to Star City to become a high school teacher!"

(End of this chapter)