People in later generations have always complained about holiday breaks. Nowadays, there is no holiday break, but there are indeed few holidays. National Day is the longest holiday of the year, only three days, and the same is true for the Spring Festival.
During the National Day holiday, Lin Chaoyang did not go out to play. Instead, Tao Yushu led him to do a thorough cleaning of the house.
There is a popular saying at this time called "Fighting Sunday".
There are seven days a week, and only Sunday is the rest day. I usually have to go to work, and all the trivial matters in life are accumulated until Sunday.
For many people in this era, Sunday is a more tiring day than going to work.
The couple worked hard all morning and finally tidy up their home.
Tao Yushu was sitting on the sofa resting, and couldn't help but scold Tao Yumo who was not at home. He usually ate more than anyone else, but disappeared when it was time to work.
Today Tao Yumo ran out early in the morning to play with her classmates. After getting a bicycle, her range of movement is much wider than before.
After lunch, the couple took a nap. After getting up, one read and the other wrote, enjoying themselves.
At around three o'clock, Li Tuo took a guest to Lin Chaoyang's house.
This guest, Lin Chaoyang, is no stranger. The two of them met at the National Outstanding Short Story Award Ceremony in March.
"Brother Jicai, long time no see."
Lin Chaoyang shook hands with Feng Jicai and exchanged warm greetings.
"It's good to be at home, it's good to be at home!" Li Tuo muttered, feeling a little happy in his words.
"Where else can I go if I'm not at home?" Lin Chaoyang asked with a smile.
"Isn't it because I'm afraid that you will go out to play on the National Day!" Li Tuo explained, and then explained to Lin Chaoyang, "Da Feng came to Yanjing to revise his manuscript. He has been eating in the canteen for more than half a month. Today I brought him to your place to eat meat."
"You're treating me to bleeding?"
Lin Chaoyang summarized Li Tuo's meaning incisively, causing him and Feng Jicai to laugh.
"Didn't I buy some food?" Li Tuo shook the food in his hand towards Lin Chaoyang.
Then he said: "Besides, who doesn't know you are rich now? I heard from the people at Yanjing Literature and Art that more than two million copies of "Garland Under the Mountain" were sold, and your royalties were merciless. Poor brothers, come here
After a while, you can't kick us out, can you?"
After joking for a while, Tao Yushu poured a cup of tea for Li Tuo and Feng Jicai, and they started chatting.
Feng Jicai came to Yanjing this time for his latest novel "The Magic Lamp", and the manuscript was handed over to the Humanities Society.
He has a deep connection with the Humanities Society. As early as 1977, Feng Jicai and Li Dingxing co-authored the first novel "Boxing of Boxing" in his life, which was favored by the leaders of the Humanities Society and was invited to the Humanities Society.
Revise the manuscript.
At that time, secondment writing was popular. Feng Jicai stayed at the Humanities Society for two years and did not leave the Humanities Society until last year.
Li Tuo and Feng Jicai met during the Fourth Literary Congress last year. Lin Chaoyang and Feng Jicai also met once, and they were no strangers to each other.
"Have you written any new works recently? Do you plan to continue writing stream of consciousness?" Li Tuo asked Lin Chaoyang.
"I'm thinking about it, but I haven't thought about it yet."
Feng Jicai said: "Your "Lai Zi's Summer" is really well written. It is different in style from those foreign works, and it is also not like what some of our writers wrote. It has heavy traces of imitation and has become its own school. I think it should really be
Just follow this path and write it down."
Lin Chaoyang said with a smile: "If I can write, I will definitely write. However, stream-of-consciousness literature is still not grounded enough. If I write more, I will only write one. If I keep writing this kind of thing, it is easy to break away from the masses."
Feng Jicai was a little surprised when he heard what he said. He didn't have a close relationship with Lin Chaoyang and didn't understand his consistent ideas.
At this time, Li Tuo laughed and said: "Jicai, don't you know? Our goal in Chaoyang is to be a people's artist. What we write must be both popular and elegant, so that intellectuals can applaud after reading it, and workers and peasants can also read it.
You have to applaud!”
There was an element of approval in his words, but more of it was ridicule.
Lin Chaoyang said with a relaxed expression: "People's Artists can be regarded as the ultimate goal and work hard in this direction."
"Chaoyang has a good attitude."
Feng Jicai's eyes flashed with admiration. He had read many of Lin Chaoyang's works and felt that he and Lin Chaoyang had some similarities in some aspects.
In Lin Chaoyang's works, the background is always warm. He pursues the kind of power that brings positivity to people, and pursues telling stories to readers in a simple and profound way, rather than pretending to be profound or pretentious as an artist.
Feng Jicai himself always emphasized that he was a "storyteller". He made his debut with Jinwei novels. His language style and local characteristics are extremely rich, and he can be said to be unique in the Chinese literary world.
The conceptual agreement made Lin Chaoyang and Feng Jicai's communication smooth, and they even lost track of time for a moment.
When it was almost five o'clock, Li Tuo urged: "Stop talking about it now. I'm hungry. Hurry up and cook. Today Dafeng is here, so you have to show your housekeeping skills."
While Lin Chaoyang was cooking, Tao Yumo, who had been playing outside for a whole day, just came back. As soon as he walked in, he was noisy and hungry.
"Oh, I'm starving!"
"You didn't know you were hungry when you were playing outside, but you are hungry as soon as you come back?" Tao Yushu scolded.
Seeing that there were guests at home, Tao Yumo lowered his voice, but the excitement of going out was still there.
"Sister, let me tell you, I went to the Star Art Exhibition with them today. There are so many of them, it's very lively, and they have great influence."
The Stars Art Exhibition is an open-air art exhibition spontaneously organized by a group of young people on the street outside the National Art Museum of China. Last year was the first one, with more than 150 works on display. Because there were several nude figure paintings, it was popular among the citizens of Yanjing.
There was a commotion among them.
Jia Pingwa published "The Wasted Capital" in 1993, and it sold nearly 10 million copies in a year just because of "the author omitted the word XX". It is not surprising that several nude figure paintings in the Star Art Exhibition triggered a heated discussion.
Tao Yumo talked excitedly about what he saw and heard at the Stars Art Exhibition during the day. Feng Jicai said curiously: "I also went to the art exhibition yesterday."
When someone answered her, Tao Yumo became even more excited and asked: "How does it feel? Is it particularly shocking?"
Seeing her attitude, Feng Jicai hesitated to speak.
Lin Chaoyang saw Feng Jicai's dilemma and asked: "What did you gain after watching the exhibition?"
"What a harvest..." Tao Yumo pondered for a while and then said, "Western painting is very avant-garde."
Lin Chaoyang shook his head and said nothing.
"Brother-in-law, are you not optimistic about the Stars Art Exhibition?" Tao Yumo asked.
"I haven't even looked at it, so how can I say it's good? I just think this phenomenon is not good."
"What's wrong?"
Tao Yumo was puzzled. According to the students, the Stars Art Exhibition was an important achievement of reform and opening up. It was the key to unlocking the conservative atmosphere in the country and gave countless people the opportunity to have close contact with modern art. It can be said to be the beginning of China's avant-garde art.
Why do you seem to look down on your brother-in-law when you come here?
"How many of the works you saw today do you think have reached the level of professional painters?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
Tao Yumo hesitated for a moment, "How do I know this? I'm not an art major."
"Then do you think, among the people who go to see paintings, how many of them are like you?"
Tao Yumo seemed to understand something, "Brother-in-law, what you mean is..."
"We use common sense to think that before any art reaches a certain level, it must first be a skill.
I don't know how many of those painters have received long-term, professional training. Many of them may have extraordinary talents.
But the art industry requires more than talent, so I have reservations about the artistic level of most of them and most of their works.
Let’s talk about the exhibition itself. How many visitors there really love art? How many of them are attracted by gimmicks? And how many of them follow the crowd?
These works are displayed grandly and create such a huge momentum. I don’t know how much their real artistic value is and how much artistic appeal they can bring to the audience.
But I am certain that there must be a lot of fiction and conjecture in it.
Some people’s so-called ‘art’ is nothing more than an information gap, and their understanding is only superficial, but in the face of a group of ignorant audiences, they can speak nonsense.”
After listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Tao Yumo said: "Brother-in-law, are you just saying that they are 'grappling'? However, no matter what, you cannot deny that the Stars Art Exhibition has indeed expanded its influence to the art of painting, causing many people to
I became interested in art.”
"I don't deny this. But is it possible that a group of people with little talent and little knowledge, or even people who are just looking for fame, are leading the public down a wrong path?"
"Brother-in-law, I think you are advocating for authority. Doesn't it mean that art must be made by old academics who set the rules and have the final say?" Tao Yumo said unconvinced.
“A scholar is not necessarily a good artist, but if you want to become a good artist, you will undoubtedly need time and accumulation of works.
Geniuses like Van Gogh painted for more than ten hours a day, and they only achieved great success after they were over thirty-three years old."
Tao Yumo couldn't refute the example Lin Chaoyang gave. She retorted: "He didn't say he was Van Gogh."
"But they want to hold an exhibition in the National Art Museum of China."
The original idea of ​​the Stars Art Exhibition was to be held in the National Art Museum of China. However, a group of people applied but did not get permission, so they found another way and chose to hold the art exhibition outside the art museum.
Lin Chaoyang's words were close to saying that this group of people "don't know the heights of the sky". Tao Yumo muttered: "Old antique!"
"Okay. They are holding an art exhibition, what do you two have to argue about?" Tao Yushu became more and more excited as Tao Yumo talked and started to act as a peacemaker.
After the debate was interrupted, Tao Yumo was a little unwilling and looked at Feng Jicai again, "Brother Feng, do you also think that the works in the Stars Art Exhibition are fake?"
Feng Jicai pondered and said: "I don't know much about Western art, and my level is limited. Some of the paintings in the Stars Art Exhibition are really not of high level."
Feng Jicai's tone was very tactful and humble.
He has been interested in art since he was a child. In the late 1960s, he and several painting friends went to write scripts for the comic book group of Tianjin Fine Arts Publishing House, and developed excellent painting skills. His first novel
"Yihequan" was also born during that period.
If we really talk about the level of art, Feng Jicai thinks that he is not inferior to some of the paintings in the Stars Art Exhibition.
But he did not dare to be like some people who brazenly label their work as "avant-garde" or "pioneer", openly put it in front of the public, and speak nonsense.
Because he knows that his level can only be regarded as that of a primary school student in front of real painters, but some people don't seem to understand this truth.
It's obviously just the level of a college student's practice, but it still manages to create the feeling of a future master.
Those who are complacent in the superiority created by the information gap and think they are pioneers are actually just frogs in the well.
This was also the reason why Tao Yushu hesitated when he first asked Feng Jicai.
It's hard for him to agree with others if he doesn't agree with it.
What Lin Chaoyang just said was very pleasing to Feng Jicai, and he said everything he wanted to say.
After working for more than an hour, Lin Chaoyang bought four dishes.
At the dinner table, Li Tuo was the most active, "Come on, come on! Da Feng, try Chaoyang's craftsmanship. Let me tell you, his craftsmanship is absolutely unparalleled in our industry."
"Is it just our industry?" Lin Chaoyang asked back.
Li Tuo smiled apologetically at him, then changed his words and said to Feng Jicai: "That's really not accurate. He is the best cook in the circle of writers. He is the best novelist in the cook profession!"
Faced with Li Tuo's joke, Lin Chaoyang smiled helplessly and shook his head. Feng Jicai couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
However, after tasting the dishes, Feng Jicai agreed with Li Tuo's statement.
He also ate a lot of food from writer and editor friends, among whom Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills were truly top-notch.
Li Tuo, who was enjoying the meal, shook his head and said, "I'm thinking about it. You said that in the future, friends from other places will come to Beijing. In addition to our family, should they also come to Chaoyang to check in and check in?"
Li Tuo has a cheerful and easy-going personality, and is enthusiastic and righteous. He is not only well-known among Yanjing writers, but also known to many foreign writers.
In the past two years, more and more foreign writers have come to Yanjing for business trips. When revising manuscripts, they always stop by Li Tuo's house to say "bye bye to the dock."
Feng Jicai clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This is a good suggestion. Your home is the 'Royal Study Room', and Chaoyang's home is the 'Royal Kitchen Room'."
Lin Chaoyang objected: "The imperial study room and the imperial dining room are all feudal dregs. They are too tacky. They might as well be called Xunweizhai."
"You're such a thief. Did you already think about giving your home such an elegant name?" Li Tuo said dissatisfied.
"No, absolutely not. I'm just following your ideas, okay? You can also give your home a name."
Lin Chaoyang spoke so confidently that Li Tuo was speechless.
He thought for a long time and racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good name for his family, so he was depressed.
Tao Yushu on the side looked at their childish behavior and shook his head speechlessly.
Chapter completed!