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

Chapter 366: Moonlit Mansion? Typewriter is coming soon!

"Bingwen, maybe you can tell me about the creative process of The Shawshank Redemption."

In the study, after waiting for Zhang Nianyue to leave, Huang Kan finally had the opportunity to start a conversation.

Bao Guowei looked at the other person speechlessly, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Why is it that every time I want to do something further bad, there are always inappropriate people who come to interrupt me?

To be honest, Bao Guowei has no feelings towards Huang Kan.

This is a master of Chinese studies. In a sense, he is also Bao Guowei's senior brother.

However, Bao Guowei really cannot praise his personal style, and Huang Kan's strange personality also makes people feel unfavorable.

However, putting aside personal issues, from an academic point of view, Huang Kan is also an unavoidable master in the Republic of China period.

He has made outstanding research on language and phonology.

Otherwise, he would not have been called one of the three "masters of Chinese studies" of the Republic of China along with Zhang Taiyan and Liu Shipei by later generations.

Bao Guowei poured a cup of tea for the other party, thought for a moment, and then gave a two-word answer.

"hope."

"Hope?" Huang Kan frowned, seeming a little confused.

However, when this word came out of Bao Guowei's mouth, it naturally made him pay special attention to it.

"Yes." Bao Guowei nodded and said, "Looking at the current domestic and international situation and the current state of the people, there is only one thing that can solve it, and that is hope."

He let out a breath and talked freely.

"Mr. Huang should know that when facing the changing situation, scholars of our generation often feel powerless and feel that scholars are useless and can only write some articles and protest through marches. Such struggles are often futile."

"Not necessarily." Huang Kan was about to refute, but the words were stuck on his lips because he thought of the countless protests that had taken place in the past, most of which ended up in nothing.

"So," Bao Guowei explained, pointing out the premise. "I hope that through this work, I can deepen the development of realistic literature and show the audience that we can continue to move forward."

Huang Kan narrowed his eyes and said, "Avant-garde literature?"

Since the publication of Bao Guowei's book "To Live", it has had a huge influence on the literary world of the Republic of China at that time. The realistic literature that had just begun to emerge was suddenly replaced.

"This is indeed a more advanced school of thought." Huang Kan sighed, with a look of yearning in his eyes.

What he could not accept at all was that the leader of such a legendary school could be said to be a cult leader.

It turned out to be the seventeen-year-old boy in front of me?

Since the publication of "To Live", related literary works have emerged in large numbers.

Among them, famous artists such as Zhou Shuren, Shi Zhecun, Liu Naou, etc., originally imitated the Western realism school.

It also absorbed Bao Guowei's avant-garde school, pushing the current Republic of China literary scene to a new peak.

It can be said that the emergence of Bao Guowei doubled the influence of the literary world of the Republic of China at that time.

Bao Guowei smiled and said, "This is just a coincidence."

In fact, he did not expect that he would become a pioneer of the avant-garde school.

At the beginning, he just wanted to bring the work "To Live" to this era.

In particular, I feel that this work is extremely in line with the tone of this era.

As for the avant-garde school, this literary phenomenon and school originated in the domestic literary world in the late 1980s and was nothing more than an unintentional act.

But even so, this kind of literary thought, which comes from nearly half a century ago, is still countless times more advanced than the current trend of blindly imitating Western literature.

It is no wonder that so many people want to imitate Bao Guowei and deify him. After all, this is a school that belongs to the Chinese people.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Huang Kan still shook his head and said.

"No, it's not an accident."

He stood up with a little excitement.

“The avant-garde school is not an accident.”

Seeing the other party's performance, Bao Guowei even had some doubts that the other party was the one who founded the avant-garde school.

Brother, why are you so excited?

Huang Kan's eyes widened as he said, "Compared to traditional realism, the avant-garde school is more about subverting and restructuring the form of literary expression, breaking the normal descriptive logic and subverting the reader's perception. It is the antithesis and dissolution of the old meaning model!"

As a scholar who has been immersed in the literary world for many years, Huang Kan has profound attainments in Chinese studies and is also outstanding in literature.

It can be said that he is the nominal eldest brother of the Zhang family.

In the past, he was so brilliant that he could be compared with Xun Ge'er, which was also the reason why he was able to deceive the feelings of so many women.

But now, all this glory has been overshadowed by Bao Guowei.

When people talked about Zhang Taiyan, they all praised Bao Guowei, which was one of the reasons why Huang Kan could not accept it.

He is now forty-four years old, but is not as good as a seventeen-year-old boy. How can he accept this?

But today, when he entered the study and started talking with Bao Guowei, Huang Kan had to admit it.

I am much weaker than this junior brother.

Even the language used in the discussion is intended to defend the other party's school of thought.

This is a fundamentally unequal war. How can we fight?
Huang Kan was open-minded by nature, and even though he felt a little powerless, he still spoke with a smile.

"I have been searching for many years to find a way out for Chinese literature. Is it that we can only blindly learn from Westerners? We cannot build strong ships and powerful guns, and we have not developed advanced industries. In the end, will we be inferior to them even in literature?

Is it possible that our cultural accumulation over thousands of years is nothing but dregs?"

He even looked at Bao Guowei with some relief and said, "Mr. Taiyan and I both wanted to find the answer in Chinese studies. Now that I have seen your works and your school, I can say that I have truly found the answer."

Bao Guowei said modestly: "I was also influenced by many of Xun Ge'er's works, such as Diary of a Madman, which is in the form of a diary. I benefited a lot from it."

In essence, many avant-garde schools were born out of the influence of many literary schools during the Republic of China period and even later.

So what Bao Guowei said was not wrong.

Huang Kan waved his hand and said, "The avant-garde school has a more complex narrative structure and language skills, but you can make it easier for readers to read and express the inner thoughts of the characters through metaphors and images. This is an innovation. You don't have to be too modest about this."

The more humble Bao Guowei was, the angrier Huang Kan became.

You kid, you’re taking advantage of me!
Bao Guowei could naturally see the inner changes of his cheap senior brother, but he didn't think it was a big deal.

Huang Kan is not a bad person, it's just his personality.

So he told him about Zhang Taiyan's experience since he fell ill, downplaying his own contributions. If there was anything that could not be explained, he would blame it all on the Americans.

Let Americans be their scapegoats.

In any case, in this era, the strength of the United States is obvious to all.

Huang Kan sighed and said, "Mr.'s health is all due to his daily living habits. He dares to love and hate, so he will naturally get angry. It is difficult for him to control the things he likes. This time, it is all thanks to Bingwen being here, otherwise I don't know what the consequences will be."

Bao Guowei looked at the other party speechlessly.

This is a very accurate summary, but why does it seem like a summary of your own personality?

In my impression, Huang Kan and Zhang Taiyan have very similar personalities. Both of them can be called eccentric geniuses of this era.

If he had lived a more decent life, his historical evaluation might have been higher.

Thinking of Huang Kan, he died of gastric bleeding five years later due to excessive drinking.

Bao Guowei could not help but remind him, "Mr. Huang should also be careful. Alcoholism is not a good habit. Not only does it cause trouble and offend people, it also has irreversible effects on the body. If it continues for a long time, it will be irreversible."

Huang Kan looked at the other person with some surprise, as if wondering how Bao Guowei knew that he was drinking all day long?

However, he still waved his hand and said indifferently: "Bingwen, you don't need to remind me. Li Bai once said that a golden cup of clear wine costs ten thousand. Drinking is a great pleasure for writers like me. How can we create without wine?"

The muscles on Bao Guowei's face twitched. Even his stubborn temper was exactly the same as Zhang Taiyan's.

If the other party's family tree was not clear, Bao Guowei would really suspect that Huang Kan was Zhang Taiyan's illegitimate son, which would have been a lot of fun.

He laughed and retorted, "Li Bai also died early because he drank too much and fell into a pond. Otherwise, he could have left more famous works for future generations, right?"

Industries involving art are often linked to mental state, and many artists in later generations often have cases of using psychiatric drugs.

I've seen a lot of it on the news.

In the name of getting inspiration.

Huang Kan's expression froze. He was naturally afraid of death, but he couldn't help but say stubbornly, "Bingwen, you don't understand. I have done some research on medicine and have read several medical books. Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Bao Guowei didn't care. He was just giving a reminder. After traveling through time, he discovered that it was difficult for him to change the original course of history.

The reminder is just to make yourself feel more at ease.

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei couldn't help but remember.

In November of next year, Xu Zhimo will die young in a plane crash.

Maybe when you look back, you can think about reminding the other person.

Avoid tragedy from happening.

The two chatted briefly, mostly about literature, and Bao Guowei answered all the questions one by one.

Finally, Huang Kan mentioned a topic that Bao Guowei was very interested in.

"I have talked with Mr. Lin Yutang before. I helped him improve the grammar of his Mingcai typewriter. I believe the first real Chinese typewriter will be invented soon!"

When talking about this, Huang Kan seemed somewhat proud. As a linguist, he also played an indelible role in it.

In this era, there are too many areas in which the Chinese people are despised and backward. Any breakthrough is something worth celebrating.

In particular, if the Mingkai typewriter could actually come out, the idea of ​​the Latinization of Chinese characters would be greatly refuted.

This is also what Huang Kan hoped for.

"Has the research and development been successful?" Bao Guowei looked at the typewriter on his desk. It was just a prototype. Although it had many minor problems, it had greatly improved Bao Guowei's creative efficiency.

"These days, I have rarely discussed these things with Mr. Lin Yutang. I didn't expect it to be published soon. I am really looking forward to it."

Huang Kan nodded and said, "Mr. Lin Yutang mentioned your contribution. This is very exciting. The next step is to find a company that can support the launch of the Mingkuai typewriter and invest in it."

Thanks to Bao Guowei's appearance, the Mingkuai typewriter was perfected ahead of time and had reached the level where it could be put on the market.

According to the original timeline, the Mingkai typewriter would not be officially released until more than ten years later.

But even after it was invented, it never actually came out due to market limitations at the time and high manufacturing costs.

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei fell into deep thought.

Maybe I can do something. Anyway, I am no longer the Bao Guowei who is desperate for money.
The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was held as scheduled in the courtyard of Zhang Mansion.

Fortunately, the sky is clear tonight. There are no dark clouds blocking the view. The moon is hanging high in the sky, emitting bright light.

It was inconvenient for Zhang Taiyan to go out to meet guests. On the one hand, he could not be exposed to the wind, and on the other hand, his health was not very good. If he met too many people, he could not be sure whether he would be infected with some disease again.

He can't stand the torture now.

Tang Guoli took his place, answering questions from the students and presiding over the sacrificial activities in the courtyard.

Because Zhang Taiyan's condition has improved, Tang Guoli dressed up today, wearing an elegant cheongsam and standing in the courtyard looking very dignified.

Always have a smile on his face.

Although it is called a sacrificial activity, it has actually been simplified a lot compared to the past. It is nothing more than praying for peace.

"The moon is so beautiful tonight!"

Inside the courtyard, Huang Kan was standing alone in a corner, looking very awkward.

Almost no one was willing to stand with him.

For a moment, the place fell into silence, and no one seemed to want to respond to him.

This situation is so embarrassing that it makes people scratch their feet.

Finally someone broke the silence. Zhang Nianyue stood beside Bao Guowei, holding Bao Guowei's arm, and looked up at the round moon.

I don’t know what he is thinking about on his fair face.

"It's a pity that the old man couldn't come out to watch with us."

She murmured again, looking very regretful.

The crowd was discussing intermittently, and Bao Guowei was naturally the central figure in the conversation. His occasional comments on literature and things happening abroad made many of his fellow students' eyes light up.

Huang Kan, who was standing next to him, was naturally envious and jealous of this.

There was another person who was always looking at Bao Guowei standing in the middle of the crowd, and occasionally looked up at the moon in the sky.

Liao Yaquan stood in the corner, looking a little lonely. She had no chance to get close to Bao Guowei with these people.

Because of the information from "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword", her superiors raised her status as an intelligence base to a higher level.

It can be said that Liao Yaquan is now a spy hiding beside Bao Guowei.

However, after staying with Bao Guowei for a long time, she actually felt a sense of peace, a peace she had never experienced before.

At this moment she was also in a daze, not knowing what was going on in her head.

At this time, Bao Guowei's voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"Friends, it's hard to find a good night tonight, so we can't do without Mr. Tai Yan's company. Please follow me and look over there!"

Everyone looked puzzled and cast their eyes over there.

It was discovered that the windows and door panels of the room that originally belonged to Zhang Taiyan had been removed at some point.

Through the opened space, everyone could see Zhang Taiyan leaning on the bed, his face regaining some color and smiling.

He was still a little weak, but when he saw everyone, he was able to smile and wave.

"Old man!" Zhang Nianyue looked across in surprise, then turned to look at Bao Guowei, her eyes full of surprise.

In this situation, tears almost fell for a moment.

She looked at Bao Guowei inquiringly.

(End of this chapter)