Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 366 The lonely story overwhelms Tang! 【Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a subscription】

Li Xiang--

The subject matter of web articles is easy to control.

Everyone knows that modern poetry is well written.

The ancient poems are even more applauded.

Science fiction, short stories, Li Xiang also showed his extraordinary strength one by one.

Although the literary world is very hostile to Li Xiang because of many incidents.

But in the hearts of fans and readers, Li Xiang is the biggest dark horse in the literary world in recent years.

But everyone never expected it.

Li Xiang can write about local themes?

And not reluctantly, but to write the essence.

Through the article, it analyzes the irrationality of that era and makes a reflection.
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[Although I didn't understand it, I was greatly shocked. 】
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【Is it really like this in that era? 】
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[My grandma is a child bride, and this history is really well described. 】

Everyone was unanimously amazed, what else could he not know?

[Ji Liqun: In "Xiao Xiao", Li Xiang tried his best to express the quality of "more humane and closer to human feelings" of country characters.

The novel explores this theme through three main stages:

[-]. Xiao Xiao married as a child bride;

[-]. Xiao Xiao is tempted by the flower dog;

[-]. Xiao Xiao's ending.

Li Xiang handled the phenomenon of child brides naturally, because it was a common thing in the countryside, and he did not make any moral judgments.

The country people have their own isolated world, their nature is simple, and their lives are in line with nature, everything seems to be taken for granted.

In the second paragraph of the novel, it is written that the 15-year-old Xiao Xiao, who has grown up, is "sung out of his heart and turned into a woman" by Huagou, a worker at home, with folk songs and sweet words.

What Huagou and Xiaoxiao did, if viewed from a civilized point of view, is a heinous crime, enough to be executed, but in this rural world, they have a completely different fate.

The third paragraph of the novel is a climax. After being abandoned, Xiao Xiao tried every means to get an abortion, but was found when he was about to escape.

Due to the predecessors' saying of "Zi Yue", the country people gave Xiao Xiao's uncle two choices, one is sinking into the pool, and the other is selling.

Uncle didn't have the heart to let Xiao Xiao sink into the pond, and Xiao Xiao's family's reaction was even more interesting: "Now that this matter has been clarified, according to the rules of the country, it doesn't matter. We just wait for punishment, and everyone is relieved."

Later, Xiao Xiao gave birth to her son and consummated the house with her husband. The family lived happily together, and then her son A Niu married a child bride, and the whole life cycle repeated, becoming a constant phenomenon in Li Xiang's rural world.

In the confrontation between human nature and system, what Li Xiang wrote is the victory of human nature.

As for marriage, Xiao Xiao opposed it with her natural humanity; as for etiquette, her family opposed it with the simple nature of farmers.

This kind of confrontation is also unconscious, even self-restraining. This kind of power seems weak and accidental, but it is hidden in these "farming Zhuangzi".

The "little Greek temple" of humanity that Li Xiang hopes for is thus quietly built.

The novel is full of sobriety of realism, and it also shows that Xiao Xiao's fate is full of chance and luck. She has been at the mercy of external forces all her life, and has never consciously controlled her own destiny.

Inside her happiness lies ignorance and numbness.The power of human nature is natural, but it bears the face of ignorance.In order to reveal this point more profoundly, the novel specially sets up a plot about female students.

In the novel, the female students are a group of people who are completely different from Xiao Xiao. Their appearance is not only to give the novel a background of the times, but also implies a kind of self-conscious reflection on the system and the growth and penetration of resistance forces. and impact.

In general, what Li Xiang focuses on is not the shaping of characters, but the life forms passed down from generation to generation by Xiangxi villagers. 】

Ji Liqun was not stingy with praise, and he praised his Xiaoxiao a lot. Other small rural authors themselves lived in seclusion or took root in the countryside. They had no communication with Li Xiang before, so naturally there is no hatred for him.

So as soon as Xiaoxiao came out, many local authors stood up and spoke highly of Xiaoxiao.

The public opinion on the Internet is very popular, but Shen Lian's Ye Yu is not a vegetarian.

In the living room, Li wanted to log on to the website and browse his novels.

【It's time for the millet to go to the warehouse.

The abundant harvest every year made Maolin's house seem to be a little more lively.

One day at the dinner table, sat his fourth uncle, his fifth uncle, his aunt, Aunt Bixia and Aunt Xiao'e, and his father; he was sitting between his aunt and fifth aunt, wearing a purple woven silk suit. undershirt.

The aunt of the middle-aged woman stopped her chopsticks from time to time to slap his back.There were two wet marks on Maoer's small round back.

There is a large bowl of chicken on the table, a bowl of beef mixed with chili peppers, a bowl of pumpkin, a bowl of sour powder chili peppers, and a small plate of soy sauce chili peppers; Uncle Wu is just picking up a chicken wing and putting it on the plate.

"Mao'er, do you dare to guard the millhouse with me tonight?"

"Go, go, I'm not afraid. I dare."]

Shen Lian intercepted a segment of his childhood life, and novels with this kind of subject matter came at his fingertips.

Every line in the article reveals the flavor of the country, and what he is nostalgic for is not only the hometown, but also the people of that side.

[……If you can go fishing in the stream with them, hold high in your left hand a bright sunflower or a torch made of old cables, and in your right hand hold a small net, or a sickle, or a large chicken coop , with a fish creel hanging from his waist, trousers tied high up to his thighs, walking back and forth along the stream in the shallow, knee-high comfortable clear stream, when the water splashes on someone’s head and face——

Or when encountering a big crucian carp escaping from his hand, the kind of "what...why are you so reckless?"

"Boss. Come on, come on..."

"Oh my god. So big."

"Don't panic, why are you? You are disobedient, and let it escape when you see it entered the net."

Surprised, happy, and yelling at his companions for being careless, how lively it is...]

The novel does not portray the human nature under the old system, nor does it portray any profound truths. It is a simple scene of fishing at night, but it is always so attractive to readers through the description of Shen Lian's pen and ink.

Ji Liqun wrote a book review for Li Xiang, and Wei Yuan naturally wrote a book review for Shen Lian.

[Wei Yuan: "Night Fishing" is a memorable work that connects the "past" and "present" and connects the "divinity" and "demonic nature" in human affairs. It has both "struggle" and "cooperation". Although it is about two families and two brothers, what it refers to is the relationship between two ethnic groups...]

The praises of both parties are very high, and the difference in the number of votes is also very small. It is impossible to tell who wins and who loses for a while.

But Li Xiang can share the autumn and moon with Shen Lian, which already explains the problem.

Lawn at night.

Everyone ate barbecue and looked at the moon, chatting about the big and small things that happened in school recently.

Shi Lie was also sitting at the side, playing cards with Su Shanshan and others, his face covered with notes.

"Ahahaha, Li Xiang, you lost again." Liu Yongxi gloated and said, "I didn't know your poker skills were so bad."

"Hey." Li Xiang rolled up his sleeves and shouted unconvinced: "Come again."

"Come on."

CCTV broadcasts the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala as usual, but who would young people watch the gala?
Not to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting held by Deng Wenhu.

After Deng Wenhu built the stage, everyone went on stage one by one. The stage was of high standard. They were very satisfied with being able to appear on TV and become famous. They would naturally know who they should vote for when the election changes in the future.

But after all, this Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is a live broadcast, and some people's level is indeed not high, so many people complain.

[I don't think it is as good as the sword god. 】

[Need to say?These people, one counts as one, are not enough for Li Xiang to cook in one pot. 】

[I really miss last year...Last year Sword God read so many famous stories in one breath, but now...I can only watch them chatting here. 】

Deng Wenhu frowned slightly, didn't these comments slap him in the face in public?
How about that.

"Zang Feng."

"Master, I am here."

"Delete all those annoying comments, and ban those accounts."

"Okay." You Zangfeng nodded, and immediately led his subordinates to ban a large number of accounts.

Now the big guy is not happy, and the level is not high, so why not let him talk?
Then you should not hold a live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting.

Deng Wenhu originally thought that by banning a group of accounts, the comment area would be safer, but they never expected that this move would directly stab a hornet's nest.

Everyone was dissatisfied, and they called their friends one after another, and the situation became more and more troublesome.

"Oh, I lost again." Li Xiang let out a long sigh.

Su Shanshan covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "You never won, okay?"

Look at Li Xiang again, his face is covered with notes, there is no blank space at all.

One can imagine how badly he lost tonight.

"I Zhuo, this is too bullying." Wu Yuheng ran to the lawn angrily holding the tablet.

"Really, do you also think they are bullying?" Li Xiang hurriedly asked for help, "Especially your Xixi, you see how they bullied me."

"Ah?" Wu Yuheng waved his hand and said, "That's not what I said."

"Then what did you say?"

"Who bullied you?"

"Yes, what's the situation?"

Everyone turned to look at Wu Yuheng.

Wu Yuheng explained the matter thoroughly, and finally said: "I mean everyone can play in this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting. Li Xiang can do it all by himself, but he got me permanently banned."

"When did I suffer such a big loss?"

Li Xiang took the tablet and looked at it, and there were complaints on Weibo.

"Wait, I'll stop playing and start a live broadcast." Li Xiang took off the note and got up to explain.

"What do you mean?" Liu Yongxi was puzzled."

Li Xiang shook his head and smiled, "Avenge your old Wu."

"Hey. It's exciting. At critical moments, good brothers are the most reliable."

Wu Yuheng hurriedly took the initiative to move the equipment. Seeing this, other people also curiously helped.Liu Li also logged into Weibo and posted a notification about the live broadcast.

[Idea Entertainment: Mid-Autumn Festival, watch the live broadcast of the moon, let's chat together. 】

Everyone: "???"

hiss……

Kind of interesting.

Everyone laughed secretly, they had learned about Li Xiang's temper, they said nothing to talk about, but the big guys are not fools, they understand that Li Xiang must be hiding something bad.

Backstage at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, You Zangfeng was heartbroken when he heard the news, good guy, Li Xiang is not going to make trouble again, right?
Thinking about it carefully, the probability is very high.

He hurriedly walked up to Deng Wenhu with his mobile phone: "Master, do you see?"

"What are you looking at?" Deng Wenhu rubbed his temples. He has been too tired recently. After recovering a little, he looked at the messages on his phone.

"Li wants to broadcast live?"

"That's right." You Zangfeng nodded.

"It doesn't matter. We're halfway through the event. What can he do? It's nothing more than picking a bone in an egg, and I didn't play. If he really wants to pick a thorn, he will also pick someone else. I don't know how many people he will offend."

The more people offended, the happier Deng Wenhu would be, so it doesn't matter.

Let him comment, let him criticize, Deng Wenhu sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight.

Anyway, Deng Wenhu is not at a disadvantage.

For Li Xiang, it is not appropriate to say that it is revenge for Wu Yuheng, but it is just a bowl of water, right?

He participated in Yao Chongguang's short story event.

Deng Wenhu's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, he can't treat one more favorably than another.

Is it okay if you don't invite me?

What a beautiful thought.

"The equipment is all set up, mangzi, you can broadcast live at any time." Wu Yuheng was sweating profusely, but his expression was extremely excited.

"okay."

Li Xiang returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and turned on the live broadcast.

Hulala a group of people came in.
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[Ah, it turned out to be the sword god, and the sword god is broadcasting live again. 】
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[Sword God, hurry up and publish a few more ancient poems. There are too few poems in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, and those who don’t know think they are fooling children. 】
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[Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, let me see. Really, when will Sword God release a new work? 】

Li Xiang smiled slightly and said to the screen: "Hello everyone, I haven't started the live broadcast for a long time, not because I don't want to start the live broadcast. It's because I've been too busy recently, and everyone knows that my new play is starting to be intensively filmed. "

"Prior to this, the campus drama Spicy Neighborhood for college students co-produced by Dianzi Entertainment and Penguin. This drama will also be released soon, and it will also promote the game PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds that will be released soon. I hope everyone can support it."

Everyone in the live broadcast room exclaimed——
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[The name Mala next door is so strange.But it is only reasonable if it is produced by Dao Shen Company]
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[Kneeling and begging God of Swords to come out with a new drama as soon as possible, I haven't watched the drama for dinner, and the novel is short and weak, it's too difficult. 】
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[Speaking of which, the name Mala Neighbor is really strange, and it is also a cooperation with PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. Is this a commercial drama? 】
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【do not care.do not care.Anyway, I watch what Sword God shoots, but I still look forward to Sword God winning the eighth consecutive short story event. 】

Everyone frantically posted barrage, chatting, anxious people doubting themselves, did they really guess wrong today?
Didn't Li Xiang come to make trouble?
After chatting for about half an hour, Li Xiang finished introducing the upcoming Mala Neighbor, and also informed everyone of the initial shooting progress.

Li Xiang finally said: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I will give you some small benefits."

In the joyful look of everyone, the bullet screen was refreshed crazily.

Li Xiang adjusted the microphone and said: "The name of my poem is - Moonlight Night on the Spring River."

(End of this chapter)