Rebirth 07: Start adding points from elementary school students

Chapter 212 Master Duan Shui
On Thursday night, April 4, Li Yan hadn't figured out how to talk to Lin Heng about Su Siqing, but her roommates' night talk topics gave her the opportunity.

Li Ruofei was the initiator of the topic. He and Lin Heng strongly recommended an author:
"I wrote about your family, 'Iron Dragon Chang Heng'. I think it's very well written. I'm also curious about what you, as a Chang Heng person, would think after reading it."

Li Yan pricked up his ears.

"I've read it. I often read Linjiang Literature and Art. Speaking of Ruo Feijun's article..."

"Let's not talk about mine, it's not worth mentioning. Let's talk about "Iron Dragon Chang Heng."" Li Ruofei interrupted Lin Heng's spell.

"It's good. My hometown is an industrial city, an industrial concentration area in Linjiang. The vigorous factory construction activities back then can be regarded as a part of Linjiang's history that cannot be avoided." Lin Heng is still very stylish when he is serious. "We have a great writer in Changheng, named Su Siqing. Just like this article, he has always emphasized the issue of industrial development and cultural heritage protection. My family has mixed opinions about him."

"Mixed praise and criticism?"

"Just say that he came out of Changheng, and after becoming famous he turned back to restrict the development of Changheng." Lin Heng shrugged.

"How can this be called a restriction?" Li Ruofei shook his head.

"Besides, I think what he said was too official, and I didn't feel anything after reading it." Lin Heng was lying on the bed, his voice was not clear, "He is obviously a person who grew up in Chang Heng, but what he wrote was like an outsider's evaluation, saying that he should do this and that, like he was giving instructions."

"What about "Iron Dragon Chang Heng"? " Liang Tiancheng joined the conversation.

"What is this dream about? This author should not be from my hometown. When he wrote Impressions of New Taipei, there were many realistic descriptions, but in Chang Heng's works, there were none. He only talked about the background and history, but it was still more humane than Su Siqing's articles."

"See the big picture from the small details." Li Ruofei concluded.

"Yes, yes, you are worthy of being Mr. Ruofei." Lin Heng said with a smile.

Li Yan immediately interrupted when she got the chance: "Is this Su Siqing good?"

"Amazing! If he hadn't refused to take any position, he would be the chairman of the Linjiang Province Writers Association now."

Sure enough, Lin Heng and Guo Qiwen had very different definitions of "awesome". Li Yan didn't expect that she could get what she wanted to know with just one sentence.

"Why do you refuse?"

"Teacher Su is still very literary. He doesn't get along with those who talk about goals and tasks. He even said directly at a conference, 'I can't associate with people who only talk about interests.' He offended a lot of people. But he also has a good reputation in the author circle. I heard that he likes to exchange letters with other authors. He has a high status in the writer circle. Many authors in Linjiang are proud to receive letters from Teacher Su."

"Teacher Su? Do you know him?" Li Yan keenly caught the difference in Lin Heng's expression.

"My father knows him and has had some communication with him. How could I know him since he never comes to my house?" Lin Heng stretched.

"Actually, I don't really like this article by Meng Shengyoushi." Zhu Qinglun suddenly fired a cannon, attracting everyone's attention.

"What do you mean, Qinglun?" Li Ruofei was very calm.

In Li Yan's eyes, Zhu Qinglun's statement that he didn't like something right after Li Ruofei recommended it was indeed a low EQ behavior.

But Li Ruofei is worthy of being a sunny boy. When he hears other people’s opposite opinions, he will not subconsciously think of it as a refutation or even an offense. Communication is communication.

"I think the contradiction between cultural heritage protection and development is a very specific and complex 'problem'. It is not enough to solve the problem with emotional prose, but it must be solved with a sharp pen." Zhu Qinglun said excitedly, "For example, Mr. Tang Fei Tang recently was amazing, and the accuracy of his words was comparable to Lu Xun."

Li Yan couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned around and wrapped himself in the quilt. His scalp felt numb and his teeth ached.

Do idols feel the same way when they hear their fanatical fans shouting “You are the cutest in the world” from the audience?
Then another big discussion about "essay or commentary" started in the dormitory. Li Yan really didn't know where to start, so she simply remained silent.

Zhu Dapao would not give him a chance to remain silent. "Li Yan, tell me, who do you think is more powerful, Meng Shengyoushi or Tang Fei?"

Such a familiar feeling, he was also publicly executed in this way during the previous club activity day.

"Well... there is no best in literature. Prose and commentary each have their own meanings. These two are just good at writing in their own fields, so naturally..."

"Master of keeping things balanced, I'm used to it." Zhu Qinglun sighed helplessly, "But Li Yan, 'it's okay'... you're the only one who dares to say that. After all, none of us has published an article in Linjiang Literature, so we really have no qualifications to comment."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Su is a rare writer who is good at both prose and editorials. He has a collection of prose, novels, and treatises. No wonder he has such a high status." Lin Heng shook his head. "I don't know if he is still writing to the authors he likes. Hey, Li Yan, if you mention more about the protection of cultural context in your article "Sparks in the City of Cold Fireworks", he might write to you."

"Been here."

Hmm? Lin Heng stood up with a somersault.

It's a showdown, I won't pretend anymore.

"Meng Shengyoushi and Tang Fei are both my pen names, so I can only treat them equally. Qinglun, I can only say that their writing is just okay, not because I have published articles, but because they are me. As a human being, you should be humble." You could hear a pin drop in dormitory 403.

"You! Wrote! It?!" It was rare that everyone in the dormitory said it in unison, and only Chen Fan remained unmoved.

"I wrote it, and the payment slip is still here." Li Yan took out a pile of envelopes from the drawer.

"Fuck! I'm going to explode into a flower!" Lin Heng went crazy.

"Why do I find whatever outrageous things Ayan says so believable?" Li Ruofei shook his head and sighed.

"You're really not lying, Li Yan? You're really not going to say something like that just to make a joke, are you?" Liang Tiancheng was panicked.

Zhu Qinglun's CPU is overloaded.

Only Chen Fan was studying seriously in front of the computer - because he was wearing headphones and was very focused, he really didn't understand what was going on.

"But brothers, writing is a sensitive matter." Li Yan said in a very serious tone, "Just you know about this matter, and keep it secret from the outside world for now. I was originally going to keep it secret from everyone, but..."

"I understand," Lin Heng tapped his chest, "As brothers, in our hearts, with your trust, we will definitely..."

"I just really want to show off."

Lin Heng held his breath and almost couldn't come out.

Li Yan's QQ suddenly flashed. He clicked it and saw a message from Li Ruofei:
Ayan, can you tell us about online literature?
Li Yan chuckled and replied: In another half a month.

Li Ruofei: Will it be finished by then?

Li Yan: It should be very popular by then. I will wait until everyone starts discussing it.

Li Ruofei: Are you worried that it would be too high-profile to speak up?
Li Yan shook his head. Li Ruofei really didn't understand him as well as Lin Heng. He felt a little guilty.

It’s more comfortable to wear this way.

The roommates were still chattering away, and Li Yan actually wanted to join in. Chatting for a few minutes at this time would make him feel very happy.

However, the still jumping QQ avatar interrupted his thoughts. It was the long-lost editor 66 (the editor of "The King of Reasoning"), and the content was simple - a commissioned article.

Then Li Yan saw the message before this one, which was in January when he said, "I will write to you when I get home."

Damn...I forgot everything.

However, he does not want to continue writing mystery stories for the time being. It's not that he doesn't have the energy, but he just finished a long novel and is waiting for the Supernova Award, so he has no interest in it at this moment.

After much thought, he simply stated directly that he had written a long article and apologized to the 66 editors.

The editor was very open-minded: It’s okay, as long as you are willing to use your talent in the field of reasoning, I will be very happy.

I don’t know what happened, but Li Yan actually felt like someone was licking her.

The conversation ended here. Li Yan adjusted his mindset and prepared to start a happy time of writing online novels.

It is estimated that this climax will have 60,000 words, which will be continuous and contain an explosion of information, so Li Yan doesn’t even dare to update too quickly, and has to update 4,400 words at a time despite Kai Yuan’s pursuit.

Unlike a certain urban rebirth writer of his time, who wrote a story about a primary school student, was forced by the life of a social animal, and was exhausted by writing 4,000 lines a day, and Kaiyuan told this to Li Yan as an after-meal snack.

Li Yan couldn't help but sigh, there is indeed a difference between having a system and not having a system.

He is very confident that any reader who reads seriously will have to look back and think about the 4,000 words he writes every day. If they read tens of thousands of words a day, it would be considered a small number.

Li Yan sent Kaiyuan a smiling emoji to express her confidence, which made Kaiyuan restless when sleeping at night. He always thought that it was because he had been pursuing the 4,000-word scumbag more and more recently that Li Yan became impatient.

In the past two days, some people have started to comment in amazement, “WTF, it’s him?” In a few days…

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that before I had even typed a few words in Word, my cell phone rang. The caller was another unexpected person - Wang Peihua.

(End of this chapter)