Riding the wind of rebirth

For example, Wang Gang is now bald, and Zhou Zhi asked him where the filming progress of "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo" was, knowing that he might have come to ask Qi Lao for knowledge about the Qing palace and officialdom.

Mo Yan's "Red Sorghum" has been famous for a long time, but this person is relatively low-key, and not many people can directly recognize him, but Zhou Zhi did it.

Moreover, Zhou Zhi is also familiar with his just-published "Wine Country", and last year Mo Yan published an English translation of his short story collection "Explosion" in the United States. Not many people know about it, but Zhou Zhi also knows about it.

"Don't be proud." When talking about this, Liu Zhengyun began to joke: "I mean you two, don't be proud."

"Both of you?" Mo Yan was surprised: "Old Liu, you mean Xiao Zhou..."

"His works were translated into English and published earlier than yours." Liu Zhengyun was very satisfied with the effect: "Your collection is nothing, Xiao Zhou's works have become bestsellers in Europe and the United States."

"My book is nothing more than a cooking book to popularize Chinese subculture." Zhou Zhi quickly modestly said: "It's not that I write well, it's that foreigners themselves have never seen the world."

"That's right." Speaking of this, Mr. Wang has the most say: "I wrote about the gourd in "Jin Hui Hei", saying that the gourd can be covered with a mold, and when it grows up, it will look like the inner wall of the mold. Even the patterns can grow, and the foreigners didn’t believe it, saying that gourds would break if left out of the sun.”

“It wasn’t until I showed the real thing to them that they believed it!”

It would be easy to explain if Zhou Zhi knew Mo Yan, but he even knew Yu Hua, which made everyone find it incredible.

Yu Hua was a dentist before, and later worked in the mixed system at Haiyan Cultural Center. It was not until [-] that he entered the postgraduate class jointly organized by Lu Xun College of Literature and Beijing Normal University. He became classmates with Mo Yan, Liu Yiran and others, and began to communicate with Beijing Big names in the literary world became friends.

Later, he was invited by the Lu Provincial Television Station to go to the west to collect news. He spent half a year traveling throughout the west and made friends with Liu Zhengyun and others.

At the same time, Yu Hua also signed a one-year contract with Zhejiang University of Literature and became a "contract producer" for experimental products. Then he published the truly influential and representative "Alive" in "Harvest", and his writing style was officially established. .

In August of this year, Yu Hua was transferred from the Jiaxing Federation of Literary and Art Circles, became a "Northern drifter", and began his professional writing career.

In the past few months, Liu Zhengyun had nowhere else to go, so he found Lao Ma, who arranged for him to live in Demian Hall. There were two elders living here, so there was relatively no commotion on the other side of Haima, and it was also convenient for creation.

"You are Zhou Zhi." Yu Hua was even more surprised to see Zhou Zhi than Zhou Zhi was to see him. He stretched out his hand to shake his hand and said, "The stakes are high. Even if you build that lexicon, they all need it, but I don't."

Yu Hua's style is to use the simplest words to write the deepest emotions. This strong contrasting impact will become his unique style feature in the literary world in the future, and others cannot imitate it.

Zhou Zhi expressed his admiration: "An elephant resembles a shape, and a loud sound resembles a sound. These words make my ears go numb, but apart from you, I have never seen anyone who can actually put it into practice."

"Don't elevate him too high." Both Mo Yan and Liu Zhengyun said there was something wrong with Zhou Zhi's statement.

Mo Yan said: "Let's take pig killing as an analogy. When a pig butcher kills a pig, he will naturally use his best knife."

"That's right." Liu Zhengyun nodded: "So the format used to organize the content depends on what the author feels is the smoothest and most comfortable way."

Then he began to attack viciously: "Old Yu likes to express like that because his cultural level is too low, he doesn't know many words, and he doesn't know many idioms and allusions. He studied for nothing as a graduate student, so the form of expression can only be like that. "

"But because the content expressed is not bad, it is in great contrast with the text." Mo Yan's poisonous mouth can make people angry to death: "In the eyes of readers, it is like a teacher seeing a poor student who can write seven words It was crooked, but the answers were rarely correct once, so the test points that should have been deducted were not deducted, and twenty points were added to express encouragement." "You..." Yu Hua was about to fight back when he heard this.

Liu Zhengyun held his hand: "Could it be that you wanted to say that you can also write elegant words, but you deliberately wrote it like this?"

Yu Hua was silenced with one sentence. As the saying goes, words are the voice of the heart. If a literary work is not sincere, it will have no vitality at all.

Therefore, the word "intentional" is the most critical.

"Forget it, I'll give in this time. It's because my cultural level is low. I wrote like that just to hide my clumsiness, okay?" If you can't win the argument, then just lie down and die.

Zhou Zhi heard it funny. If these words were recorded and posted online in the future, they would only incite serious confrontations and earn a lot of traffic. Even if all the parties involved came out to clarify and said they were just joking, it might not work.

But at least now I can be so unscrupulous that even Zhou Zhi can't help but join in.

"That's why I like Teacher Yu Hua's works. Not only can I appreciate the profound humanistic spirit of the works, but I can also easily develop a sense of superiority that 'at this level, I can do it if you give me a pen.'" Zhou Zhi said: "And in the future Teacher Yu Hua’s works must be the most widely disseminated around the world, why? It’s so easy to translate!”

"Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed.

In fact, they are all experts. You only need to read Chapter 1 of "Alive" to weigh the weight. Those who dare to say "I can do it" are truly amateurs.

And "Li Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood", which consolidated Yu Hua's godhood, has not yet been published. When this novel comes out, even many experts who read it may have the feeling of "I can do it too."

It was not until many years later, when Yu Hua's novels were published again and again, and his prefaces for the foreign editions were brought back to China, that I understood what he wrote in the preface to the Italian translation: "I can become a writer in China. How true it is, largely due to my talent for linguistic compromise.”

"Teacher Yu Hua's new work has started, right?" Zhou Zhi said, "You can stay here as long as you like. If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them. Mr. Ma and I will try our best to allow everyone to work on their creations in peace."

"Anyway, the world needs both criticism and compromise, so it's easy for us to do it. Analyzing human nature and criticizing reality is such a profound thing, it's hard for experts like you."

"Don't hold me back." Mr. Ma immediately waved his hand: "It's enough to cause them trouble in a Haima Dance Hall."

Everyone laughed again.

It should be said that this society still values ​​spirituality over material things. After introducing several writers, Zhou Zhicai said hello to Yu Bin, Lin Wanqiu and others.

Then I learned that Lin Wanqiu's auction was going to be combined with the opening of Fengcang Pan Shiya's new project, and it would be held on the business floor of the new project. It would also build momentum for the project, which was a win-win situation.

Now that Haitong Auction's reputation has grown, Lin Wanqiu no longer does everything herself. Although she will still be the auctioneer this time, Wang Gang is planning to be the host.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Qi looked at the young people messing around here with smiles. Only now did Mr. Wang say: "Let's go, the light here is too strong. Let's go to the inner room and see what the elbow has brought." (End of Chapter)