Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 108 Mr. Lin Yutang said yes

"Bingwen, you are a very talented child, but you have a specialization in art. Poetry is poetry, and articles are articles. Mr. Taiyan is good at Chinese studies. I think you should concentrate on studying Chinese studies. This is an area that has yet to be discovered. Gold mine!”

Lin Yutang took the newspaper, pushed up his glasses, and said to Bao Guowei seriously that he was really afraid that this child would go astray.

But he was not willing to dampen the other party's enthusiasm, so he introduced Bao Guowei.

“In today’s domestic literary world, it’s hard to miss anyone who belongs to the Crescent Poetry School. Xu Zhimo founded the Morning Post Supplement and the Crescent Poetry School was formed. There are many well-known celebrities in the Crescent Society!”

"Let me count them for you."

"Eh?"

Mr. Lin Yutang is a very kind person. When he saw Bao Guowei, he seemed to open up a chatterbox and spoke a lot at once, but now his words were stuck.

He stared down at the verses on the Times, his thick eyebrows knitted together, and then looked at the title.

""answer"?"

"Yes sir, this is the boy's work of passion." Bao Guowei said shamelessly.

Lin Yutang took a deep breath and without raising his head, he started reading from the first word again.

"The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble."

He kept chanting this poem in his mouth, as if he was savoring it carefully, and then it was as if he was deeply involved in the artistic conception of the poem.

Not caring that Bao Guowei was beside him, he read sentence after sentence.

"

Even if there are a thousand challengers at your feet

Look! In that gilded sky floated the curved reflections of the dead!

I do not believe!

"

Mr. Lin Yutang's recitation was cadenced, as if he was a fighter in the storm, and he was indicting the world.

Probably because he was an English professor, he recited poems in a tone that sounded a bit like singing.

But Bao Guowei could hear the excitement in the other party's words.

"Those are five thousand years of hieroglyphs, and those are the eyes that people in the future will stare at."

After reciting the last line of the poem, Lin Yutang looked at Bao Guowei with a red face and asked.

"Bingwen! Did you write this poem?"

Bao Guowei's face was not red, his heart was not beating, he nodded and said: "Sir, this is a poem that popped out of my mind!"

"Okay! Great!" Lin Yutang said excitedly, grabbing Bao Guowei's hand. "It's been a long time since I've seen such an excellent poem. The last time I was so moved was Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley."

"And Bingwen, your intention is much higher than his."

Bao Guowei waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Sir, please don't try to discredit me. They are just different schools and cannot be compared."

Lin Yutang analyzed it by himself and said: "Isn't this Bingling and this sky a response to those who slandered you?"

But when he said this, Lin Yutang remembered the words he had just said to comfort Bao Guowei, and his face suddenly turned red, feeling a little embarrassed.

He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, continuing to analyze to hide his embarrassment.

"This poem can also be understood in other ways. For example, the gilded sky can represent a whitewashed society. 'Bent' is also reminiscent of the wronged people in society. 'Floating' is a world with many deaths. A horrific sight.”

He narrowed his eyes again and said: "Bingwen, your poem has a different understanding! It not only accuses these people of sabotaging fund-raising and cannibalism, but also accuses today's society of being a dark age of cannibalism! This point We can also get a glimpse of it from the word 'Ice Age'."

Isn't it?

Bao Guowei agreed with the other party's interpretation in his heart, but he never dared to say it. He waved his hands and said.

"Sir! Sir! I dare not say this. I, Bao Guowei, have absolutely no intention of doing this. There are thousands of people with different interpretations. I am only targeting those unscrupulous newspapers and Zhang Xiaolin and others."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Lin Yutang didn't know what it meant. The news was so tight nowadays, but he immediately felt relieved.

Bao Guowei is able to show off his talents at a young age, and he is also able to protect himself wisely.

In this poem, to those who are interested, it naturally means this, but there is also a hazy image.

To be honest, the interpretation I just made can be appropriate when applied to any bad things.

It is enough to show that Bao Guowei has retained his thoughts.

Lin Yutang's mouth was a little dry, so he sat down, patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder and said.

"Bingwen, I want to translate your poem into English and spread it internationally so that foreigners can see the beauty of our domestic literary world. What do you think?"

Lin Yutang holds a PhD in linguistics and has been committed to translating various foreign literary works and poems. He later compiled a Chinese-English dictionary and became proficient in English writing.

If you want to spread the work abroad, it would be best if Lin Yutang translates it.

Bao Guowei had long wanted to expand his influence abroad, and he immediately said excitedly.

"If you have a gentleman who translates, you will definitely be able to meet the standards of honesty, elegance and elegance in the process. Of course I have no objection!"

Lin Yutang suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha! Yes, yes! It's Xin Daya proposed by Mr. Yan Fu! I won my heart!"

The two discussed the translated works again, and Lin Yutang was surprised to find that the high school student in front of him read astonishingly. Quoting scriptures is not a problem, not to mention some surprising and novel ideas occasionally popping up from the words.

Lin Yutang is a person who loves reading very much. He can be said to be well-read, but he is still inferior in comparison.

But because of this, he enjoyed the conversation with Bao Guowei more and always felt that he could gain something.

After chatting for nearly half an hour, Lin Yutang remembered the purpose of Bao Guowei's visit.

"I heard that Bingwen came to visit me today. It seems that he needs help with something!"

Lin Yutang had accepted the other party's invitation some time ago. It was strange before, but now it's just a surprise.

I hadn't seen Bao Guowei mention it for so long, and I immediately felt that he was a little shy and didn't dare to say it.

"You just say it doesn't matter. If I can help in any way, I will try my best."

Bao Guowei smiled and said: "It's not a big deal. Recently, I have always suffered from the slow writing speed in my creations. I heard that my husband was making a Chinese typewriter. I admired it very much and wondered if I could buy one. , convenient for creation.”

"What? Typewriter!" Lin Yutang immediately became excited. "Bingwen, you actually want a typewriter."

"what happened?"

Bao Guowei was a little strange again. This gentleman had no airs, he just seemed a little surprised.

Lin Yutang took a breath and said with some emotion: "Bingwen, you don't know something. Since I started to make this Chinese typewriter, my relatives and friends around me have criticized me a lot. They all think that I am not doing my job properly. You are doing nothing but publicity. Outside of Zhong, he is the first one to affirm me!"

Xuan Zhong?

Bao Guowei thought for a while and guessed that it should be Zhao Yuanren. This gentleman is the father of modern linguistics in China!

He knew that although the country had been open for many years, Chinese people still had prejudices against making inventions.

Especially for a university professor like Lin Yutang, who is also an elite in the literary world, making an invention will naturally be regarded as not doing his job properly.

"Maybe you guys don't know yet." Bao Guowei explained. "This Chinese typewriter is a great thing that benefits the country and the people. If it succeeds, as the speed of Chinese people's writing creation increases and the speed of information dissemination increases, it will have a great impact on the dissemination of outstanding works in the entire cultural world and even the ideological world. A huge benefit.”

"That's right! That's right!"

Since the beginning of 1916, Lin Yutang has never given up making Chinese typewriters, with this thought in mind, and Bao Guowei's words entered his heart.

Immediately, Lin Yutang felt that he had lost his composure, took a sip of tea, relaxed his mood and said with emotion.

“It’s so late that Bingwen and I met!”

"Come on, come on! Without further ado, I'll take you to see the progress of my typewriter!"

Bao Guowei's eyes lit up and he immediately cupped his hands and said.

"Sir, please lead the way."

"Shanghai Xinbao" newspaper office.

Editorial department.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Don't you dare to write an article? You are all weaklings!"

Lin Leyuan is the editor-in-chief of "Shanghai New News". This morning he summoned all the editors and columnists of the newspaper.

Unexpectedly, after the discussion, he got angry.

The columnists of "Shanghai New News" are different from other newspapers in that they are recruited through recruitment. When creating, they often need to be guided by the editor, and even need to create collectively.

Although I am said to be an author, sometimes I am more like a part-time writer.

The seven or eight employees in the audience were silent and lowered their heads.

Because Editor Lin is really good at firing people, and it’s not easy to find a job nowadays!

After a long time, an editor finally spoke up and explained.

"Mr. Lin, it's not that we don't dare to write, it's that students are not easy to mess with! If we dare to scold them in the newspaper today, they will dare to rush to the newspaper office tomorrow. The situation is so fierce that even the government is afraid of three points, let alone What about us!"

The editor said a bad English title, not because he wanted to show off, but because the editor was of mixed Chinese and English descent.

If he didn't shout like this, he would be angry.

Lin Leyuan's nose was so angry that he had suffered such injustice since the newspaper was founded.

I received hundreds of letters from students this morning, all of which insulted the newspaper to make dirty money, accept money to help wash manuscripts, disregard human life, etc.

Even the newspaper's sites on many university campuses were blocked by students, who said they must make him publicly apologize and donate money to people suffering from the epidemic.

Just kidding, if the Chinese people are infected with the epidemic, what does Mr. Lin have to do with it?

He waved his arms and said: "Where has such a thing happened before? Someone must have deliberately instigated it during this period and called the police! Let's go to the police station!"

"Oh, oh, sir, you forgot." The deputy editor immediately came up and stopped Lin Leyuan, whispering a few words in his ear, and vaguely heard something.

We accepted students who threatened to report Du Yuesheng, saying that there was something behind his back.

Lin Leyuan's face suddenly became uncertain, and it took him a long time to wave his hands and say.

"That's all, what do you think we should do?"

The deputy editor was a middle-aged man with a big belly. He showed his yellow teeth and said.

"Just let this wave pass. The students are all excited. Once they calm down, everything will be over."

"Besides, have you forgotten? We also have a gentleman, Mr. Wu, who has great connections."

"Wu Tiao?" Lin Leyuan raised his eyebrows.

　I typed the chapter name wrong. It seems I can only ask the editor to change it on Monday. Sorry.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)