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

Chapter 258 A famous modern dramatist appears! Cao Yu called me sir?
Fudan University.

Fudan Drama Club.

Five years ago, a group of like-minded Fudan students jointly initiated and established Fudan University’s first drama group.

The following year, Hong Shen, who was also a professor in the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature at Fudan University, served as a mentor here.

Rather than returning to his school building and being nagged by his wife, Hong Shen prefers to chat here with students who also share the same hobbies and ideals of opera.

Even though the drink in his hand was just taken from the Sun and Moon Lakes and boiled until it was cold, Hong Shen felt that it was much more comfortable than the American coffee in the government office.

The sun was shining brightly today, and Hong Shen was sitting by the window in the drama club classroom, holding a cup of teapot with cold boiled water in his hand. Opposite him was a young man with a handsome face.

Ouyang Yuqian graduated from Waseda University in Japan and is one of the founders of modern Chinese drama.

He picked up the tea cup, drank the warm water that was just right, neither cold nor hot, and exhaled comfortably, with a smile on his face.

"Brother Hong Shen, I heard that you have made a bet with the unparalleled Bao Bingwen. If his play is successful, you will become his teacher, and vice versa. Is this true?"

The hand drinking tea stayed in the air. Hong Shen was a little surprised. He looked at his old friend in confusion and said, "How did you know this? I have never mentioned it to anyone else."

Ouyang Yuqian laughed dumbly, shook her head and said mysteriously.

"If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself. Your topical matter has already spread in the Shanghai drama circle, and only Brother Hong Shen is still in the dark."

"You, Ouyang Yuqian, know how to tell the truth. I will definitely find out what kind of 'details' happened around me later."

Hong Shen waved his hands helplessly, knowing that this old friend was joking with him, but he didn't ask any further.

Ouyang Yuqian asked curiously: "This Bao Bingwen has always been famous for his talents. I am very curious about what kind of talents can make Brother Hong Shen make a bet to become his disciple."

For Hong Shen's status, it is possible for others to ridicule him for taking Bao Guowei as his disciple.

You must know that Bao Guowei is only the age of his child.

But Hong Shen waved his hand indifferently. He didn't seem to care much about the consequences of taking Bao Guowei as his disciple, and even quoted an ancient poem.

"Mr. Han Yu and Han Tuizhi of the Tang Dynasty once wrote in "Teacher's Theory" that disciples do not have to be inferior to their teachers, and teachers do not have to be better than their disciples. There is nothing that I, Hong Shen, cannot do."

He hesitated for a moment and continued: "Besides, if Bao Bingwen really has the strength he said, even if I succumb to him and call him sir or master, so what?"

"Okay, okay!" Ouyang Yuqian gave a thumbs up. "This kind of courage is worthy of Mr. Hong Shen! I admire him!"

"Bah!" Hong Shen was obviously disgusted with this flattery. "Don't make fun of me."

He recalled the debate with Bao Guowei that day and couldn't help but sigh.

"To be honest, I'm really looking forward to Bao Bingwen's works."

Hearing this, Ouyang Yuqian became serious. He was really curious about what Bao Guowei and Hong Shen discussed that day.

It was actually able to make him make such determination.

You know, Ouyang Yuqian heard that this guy Hong Shen began to recommend Bao Guowei's works in classes at Fudan University recently.

And assigned homework for students to study hard and write a review.

It can be seen that on the surface he does not agree with Bao Guowei's theory, but in fact he has been somewhat shaken.

Hong Shen stood up, pushed open the window, plugged in the bolt, and felt a breeze blowing, carrying the fragrance of spring flowers and the warm sunshine.

He stood up straight and looked at the green plants in the distance.

"This is a guy who is not afraid of anything. He has the passion of an ordinary young man, but he is different from ordinary young people. He has the calmness and cunning of an old man. The most valuable thing is that Bao Bingwen is a true genius. , has experience and knowledge that ordinary people cannot achieve.”

Hong Shen couldn't help but sigh.

"If I weren't a materialist, I would really believe that he was Wenquxing who came to earth."

According to Hong Shen's common sense, it is almost impossible for Bao Guowei to be involved in multiple fields and make achievements in all of them, and to continuously produce outstanding works in literature.

Creators are also human beings, and as human beings, it is impossible not to make mistakes and have low points.

But Bao Guowei seems to have none.

Hong Shen once again said meaningfully: "When he tells stories, they should be appreciated by both refined and popular people. Stories should resonate with the emotions of ordinary people. Stories should not be used as tools for deliberate preaching. He also cited examples from four famous works. I cannot refute this. "

At this moment, Ouyang Yuqian finally understood the crux of the matter. It turned out to be similar to the dispute between popular literature and serious literature in the literary world.

For creators on the left, realism and showing the value of the story of the work are now the source of all creation.

Storytelling is secondary.

"Bao Bingwen is still young after all. Since the introduction of drama to our country, what started as a new drama has slowly evolved into a vicious commercialized 'civilized drama', becoming an appendage of the extravagant life of high-ranking officials. In this way The drama should not appear in China in the new era!"

Ouyang Yuqian said decisively.

"Obviously, Bao Bingwen is wrong. We pursue the path of realism, introduce the excellent system of drama into corrections, promote co-acting by men and women, and include the truth that awakens the world and is thought-provoking. This is the right path."

When Hong Shen saw Ouyang Yuqian who was extremely excited, he seemed to see his own shadow in the other person.

He shook his head and asked.

"Do you think Bao Bingwen doesn't understand realism? Have you ever read the novel "Alive"?"

"This" Ouyang Yuqian was immediately speechless. "I have not finished reading this novel. I have read some of it and read many reviews. It is indeed a masterpiece of modern literature and has a strong literary quality."

Having said this, he immediately felt that there was some contradiction in what he said.

Since Bao Guowei could write such excellent realist literary works, how could he not know the importance of realism?

Even during a debate with literary masters at a banquet in Hangzhou, Bao Guowei used two remote and reasonable terms "struggle" and "living" to discuss the meaning and development of realistic literature. .

This move can be said to have lit up a bright light in today's literary world. Although the light is not bright, it is enough for everyone to move forward.

Such a person, you say he does not understand realism? You say he is wrong?

For a moment, Ouyang Yuqian didn't know what to say. She just had countless doubts and even anger towards Bao Guowei in her heart.

He couldn't help but lose his temper and said.

"This Bao Bingwen clearly wrote a book like "To Live", but he also wrote a vulgar work like "The Godfather". Which side are you on? What kind of doctrine are you?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Seeing Hong Shen actually burst into laughter, Ouyang Yuqian suddenly felt dissatisfied and said angrily.

"Hong Shen, you old man, what are you laughing at? What do you mean? Speak up!"

"Hahahaha!" Hong Shen was still laughing and even bent down.

He said in a very flattering tone: "I'm laughing at you for being like me and losing your composure when faced with this problem. I was just like you that day. I was speechless by Bao Bingwen and could only agree to it. This is an outrageous bet.”

The muscles on Ouyang Yuqian's face twitched, and she cursed in her heart that she was too old, even though the other person was not much older than herself.

It turns out that Hong Shen was rendered speechless and then agreed to the bet?
OK! He also said that his teacher does not need to be more virtuous than his disciples. He is obviously trying to make up for himself!

Watch me turn around and spread your embarrassing story.

Just when Ouyang Yuqian, a master of the generation, had childish thoughts of "revenge" in his heart.

But then I heard Hong Shen say.

"Brother Ouyang, don't be angry. How many famous people have fallen into the hands of Bao Bingwen. It's not unfair to you and me." He clasped his hands behind his back and raised his head as if thinking.

"I reviewed it carefully later and found that maybe Bao Bingwen also has merit."

"What's the saving grace?" Ouyang Yuqian became interested.

"Maybe we went too far." Hong Shen said with a frown. "Bao Bingwen also told me later that ordinary people don't like preaching or big principles. They can't understand it. They only care about whether the story is good-looking and whether it can resonate with them."

"When it breaks away from the resonance with the majority of the people or the audience, such literary and artistic works are the way to death!"

"This" Ouyang Yuqian's eyes were full of shock.

At this time, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

There was a bang.

Hong Shen, who was still a little high-spirited at the moment, was suddenly startled.

A girl's timid voice came from outside the door.

"Mr. Hong, Mr. Ouyang, what are you doing?"

Seeing the two people blushing with excitement, the girl couldn't help but ask.

Hong Shen felt a little embarrassed because his hand was still waving in the air. He coughed, put his hand down, lowered his head and said.

"Nothing, just discussing some issues. Why are you so anxious?"

He was a little unhappy. It was a bit rash for the girl to suddenly barge in.

The girl shrank her head and seemed to be very sorry for her behavior, she explained.

"Sir, it's time for class. It's been a little while."

Hong Shen then slapped his head in frustration.

I had a class in the morning, and I talked a lot with Ouyang Yuqian, and almost forgot about this important matter.

"Look at my memory, let's not talk about Brother Ouyang, let's just wait for Bao Bingwen's works!"

Ouyang Yuqian still felt that she still had more to say, but saw that the other party had already left the house in a hurry. She was a little disappointed, but she still waved her hand and said.

"Brother Hong Shen, please remember to talk carefully about Bao Bingwen's drama theory next time. I will listen attentively."

"Next time for sure! Next time for sure!"

Hong Shen's voice came from the corridor from near to far, and then only the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.

Ouyang Yuqian sighed. He sat down again and took out a dozen letters from his bag, which were just delivered to his desk today.

In addition to reading newspapers, this is another daily activity that literati in the Republic of China must do, opening letters.

In this era without communication tools, letters carry too many stories and interactions.

He first opened a letter sent from Japan, read it for a while, and said with a surprised expression on his face: "Mr. Shen is coming back?"

After thinking for a while, Ouyang Yuqian nodded, with great joy on her face.

"It's time to come back. Our left-wing creative group in Shanghai cannot do without Mr. Shen. The government's cultural control is about to be put on the agenda. It is urgent to establish a solidarity organization."

Thinking of this, Ouyang Yuqian took out a piece of letter paper, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote a reply neatly on it.

"Brother Yan Bing personally initiates"

It took Ouyang Yuqian an hour and a half to write the letter, then dried the ink, folded it carefully, and prepared to send it out.

Then it was like an assembly line, mechanically processing letters. A large part of them were invitations to give lectures from schools in various places, and there were also some influence to win over.

Regarding the latter, Ouyang Yuqian naturally threw it aside.

But he saw the part that interested him in the letter.

"Are there guests coming from the direction of Peiping?"

This letter was sent by Professor Wang Wenxian from the Department of Foreign Languages ​​of Tsinghua University. The content of the letter is very simple. It means that his student Wan Jiabao will soon come to Shanghai to exchange and study drama theory with the famous Peking Opera master Shang Xiaoyun. Shang Xiaoyun may even perform at the Golden Grand Theater for a few days.

Professor Wang Wenxian once served as acting president of Tsinghua University, director of the Department of Foreign Literature, and other positions.

Even Hong Shen wanted to call him teacher, and his status was not low.

"Did Mr. Wang Wenxian send a letter specifically? Mr. Shang Xiaoyun is indeed a drama master, but Wan Jiabao seems to be still unknown?"

Ouyang Yuqian thought about it and felt that Hong Shen should know about this matter, and then went out with the letter.

As he walked, he muttered the name.

"Wan Jiabao Bao Bingwen. They are all young people!"

Inside the Golden Grand Theater.

Bao Guowei looked at the two gentlemen in front of him. After being introduced by Liming Wei, he had some understanding of them.

"Seeing is better than hearing. When Mr. Shang Xiaoyun came to Shanghai, Guowei finally had the opportunity to listen to the singing style of our four famous Chinese dandies!"

Bao Guowei stretched out his hand and shook hands with a young man with gentle eyebrows.

This is Shang Xiaoyun, who is known as one of the four famous Peking opera actors in the Republic of China. According to the evaluation in the newspaper, this opera master has a good singing voice and is mostly a heroine or chivalrous woman.

"Bingwen is too polite. I can't compare to the young and famous literary giant. During this trip to Shanghai, I will have more exchanges and learning with you."

The two of them were polite to each other.

Bao Guowei turned his attention to a slightly embarrassed young man next to him.

The young man had some stage fright, but when he saw Bao Guowei standing up, he stepped forward to greet him, stretched out his hand and said.

"Mr. Bingwen, my name is Wan Jiabao. I am a student in the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature at Tsinghua University. I have read many of your works and am considered a loyal reader of yours."

Bao Guowei squinted his eyes and asked in disbelief, "Are you really a treasure of Wan Jiabao?"

Wan Jiabao was a little strange and didn't know why Bao Guowei asked like this.

Liming Wei laughed dumbly and said: "Bingwen, you are confused again, aren't you? This classmate is not a celebrity. Could it be that someone is pretending to be the name Wan Jiabao?"

"Sir, do you know me?" Wan Jiabao made a guess.

Bao Guowei ignored this, and his mind shut down for a moment.

He is more than just an acquaintance! We simply know each other and can no longer recognize each other!

Wanjiabao! He is now unknown, but three years later, when he created the play "Thunderstorm" at the age of 23, everything was different.

In addition to his real name Wan Jiabao, he also has a familiar pen name "Cao Yu".

This character who has appeared countless times in later Chinese textbooks is known as the most accomplished playwright in the history of modern Chinese drama. "Thunderstorm" is of great significance in the history of Chinese drama.

He is even called "Shakespeare of the East" by foreigners.

Such a famous master in the history of modern Chinese drama.

At this moment, he actually called himself sir and said he was his fanboy! !
(End of this chapter)