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Chapter 24 Ordinary Lin Chaoyang

At nine o'clock in the morning, the re-establishment meeting of the May 4th Literary Society of Yenching University was officially held in the Yantu Conference Room. A banner was hung on the south window of the conference room - the re-establishment meeting of the "May 4th" Literary Society of Yenching University.
When the leaders and guests who came to attend the conference were seated, Lin Chaoyang suddenly saw a familiar face inside.
Isn't this Lao Deng who made fun of him in the library that day?
Lin Chaoyang saw Lao Deng walking to his seat with a cane and sitting down, and then looked at the nameplate in front of him - Zhu Guangqian.
I couldn't help but say a curse word in my heart.
You old... comrade, even if you make fun of me, you won't even spare yourself. You will kill eight hundred enemies and injure one thousand yourself?
"History of Western Aesthetics" is generally written by Zhu Guangqian.
Lin Chaoyang's accident did not have any impact on the conference, and the guests took their seats one by one.
The small Yantu conference room was filled with elites from China's cultural circles, including many important figures.
Ma Shijiang, deputy secretary of the Party Committee of Yanjing University, Ji Xianlin, vice president, Wang Yao, professor of the Chinese Department of Yanjing University, Kawadao, a close friend of Mr. Lu Xun, poetry critic Xie Mian, poet Zhang Zhimin, writer Liu Xinwu, Zhou Yanru, leader of the novel group of "Yanjing Literature and Art",
And Zhu Guangqian, who used Lin Chaoyang to make hotpot.
Chen Jiangong and Zou Shifang, who had been busy working for the May 4th Literary Club, did not attend and could only stand opposite the group of leaders and guests as the audience.
After the establishment of the May Fourth Literary Club, the two were only vice presidents. Today, the only person sitting with the above people in the Literary Club is Zhang Youhua, the confirmed president, who is the head of the cultural department of the school youth league committee.
The conference first displayed Mr. Mao Dun's reply letter to Yanda and his signature for the magazine "Weiming Lake", which won warm applause from everyone present.
Afterwards, Ma Shijiang announced the members of the leadership team of the May Fourth Literary Society, and then several heavyweight guests attending the conference spoke to express their congratulations.
Lin Chaoyang saw several reporters from the People's Daily and China Youth Daily who were attending the conference writing vigorously. It is believed that the news of the resumption of the May Fourth Literary Society will appear on the pages of these two authoritative newspapers tomorrow.
It is a top university after all!
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even the re-establishment of a student club could be published in a newspaper of this level.
In less than an hour, the May Fourth Literary Society’s restoration and establishment meeting came to an end. After the meeting, the Literary Society organized participants to take a group photo outside the library.
While everyone was busy restoring the venue, Lin Chaoyang ran outside the venue.
There is a lawn outside the Yanda Library, which is called the Triangle Land by Mr. Yan, where the guests taking photos were taken.
When Lin Chaoyang came over, the group photo had just ended. He ran to Zhou Yanru and said, "Teacher Zhou!"
"What's your name, Teacher Zhou? Let's call him Lao Zhou." Zhou Yanru said casually.
"Old Zhou." Lin Chaoyang said politely, "Do you have time now?"
Zhou Yanru knew Lin Chaoyang's purpose, nodded, and followed him towards Weiming Lake.
Ji Xianlin looked at Lin Chaoyang's back and asked Zhu Guangqian: "Is that the son-in-law of the Tao family?"
These days, there is a hot topic among professors at Yanda.
The daughter of Tao Jingfa from the Department of History not only married a son-in-law from the countryside, but also brought him to the city and arranged for him to work in the Yanda Library.
Being able to become a professor at Yanda University, naturally few people with shallow eyes will look at Lin Chaoyang's identity as a farmer with colored glasses. What everyone finds interesting is that this matter breaks the rules.
These days, every household with urban registered permanent residence has an educated youth. Whether it is their own family or relatives and friends around them, there are not many educated youths who combine with local people.
After the wave of returning to the city began, the educated youth who combined with the locals faced a problem.
Everyone wants to go back to the city, but what about the other half around them?
After thinking about it, there are only three options.
Either he does not return to the city and dies in the countryside all his life; he or she abandons his wife and children and returns to the city alone; or he returns to the city with his family in the countryside.
Human nature is fragile in the face of such a cruel choice, and most educated youths choose the second way. In the past two years, countless scandals have been caused by returning to the city.
The story of Lin Chaoyang and Tao Yushu was strange because Tao Yushu was both talented and beautiful, but she married a rural boy with no wealth. It was also strange that she not only brought her partner back to the city, but also spared no effort to arrange a job for him.
Who has ever heard of such a girl and praised her as "affectionate and righteous"?
This also made the professors at Yan University full of curiosity about Lin Chaoyang, the son-in-law of the Tao family. Many of these people had seen Tao Yushu, the daughter of the Tao family. How could such an outstanding girl be willing to marry and spare no effort to bring him back to the city?
What kind of young man is he?
Zhu Guangqian showed a naughty smile and said, "It's him. He is indeed as ordinary as the rumors."
If Lin Chaoyang heard this, he would have to reply: As for aesthetics, China's aesthetic education has been delayed by you!
After waiting twenty or thirty meters away from the crowd, Zhou Yanru took the initiative and said, "You want to ask about the manuscript, right?"
"yes."
Previously, Chen Jiangong and Lin Chaoyang went to the editorial office of Yanjing Literature and Art to submit a manuscript. Zhang Dening, the editor in charge of the first review, and Zhou Yanru, the novel team leader of the second review, both praised the novel, proving that the quality of the manuscript was good.
It stands to reason that it should be handed over to the person in charge for a first review, to determine if there are no directional issues, and then it can be queued up for publication after revising it. However, it has been half a month and there has been no movement.
Zhou Yanru also said at the time that she would notify Lin Chaoyang to make changes after the editorial board had read it.
"The foundation of your manuscript is very good, and I intend to publish it. However, there have been personnel changes in the editorial department recently, so it may take some time to postpone it."
After all, Lin Chaoyang is also a senior social beast who has been severely beaten by society for many years. If there is a simple personnel change, how could his manuscript be suppressed?
"You can't fool me!"
Lin Chaoyang's directness did not make Zhou Yanru angry. Instead, he laughed and said, "I didn't realize it, but your hair is better than a monkey's."
The atmosphere of the conversation was relaxed and pleasant. Zhou Yanru saw that he was experienced in handling matters and no longer concealed anything.
"It is true that the person in charge needs to be changed. Your manuscript was discussed by the editorial board, and the main leading comrades have concerns about some of the contents of the manuscript. You should also understand that you are leaving soon, and you are most afraid of something going wrong."
Lin Chaoyang complained: "This leader is not kind!"
Zhou Yanru smiled and said nothing. Why wasn't she angry? But she still had to work.
"What if the new leader also takes a conservative line?"
"Comrade Chaoyang, why do you think the publication needs to change its main person in charge?"
Zhou Yanru's rhetorical question made Lin Chaoyang nod, and she assured: "Don't worry, the manuscript will definitely be used. If you really can't publish it in the end, I will be responsible for recommending a journal for you to publish it."
After Zhou Yanru said so, Lin Chaoyang couldn't keep entangled anymore.
"Besides, publishing later might not be a bad thing!"
Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang looked thoughtful, and after a moment he figured out what Zhou Yanru meant by "good things".
At present, "Scar" has triggered heated discussions across the country. Although there are many praises, there are also many criticisms.
But everyone can also see that this situation will not last long. "Scar" echoes the aspirations of the whole society, and its victory in the field of public opinion is inevitable.
Lin Chaoyang also knew that "Scar" would eventually be praised as the pioneer work of "Scar Literature" like Liu Xinwu's "Class Teacher".
Once this wave of opposing public opinion passes, and "Wrangler" of the same type as "Scar" is released again, the public opinion treatment should be improved a lot.
Lin Chaoyang thought to himself that if he wanted to say this, he would have to thank "Scar", the originator.
At this time Zhou Yanru asked: "Are there any new works recently?"
Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang immediately became alert.
You haven’t published any old manuscripts yet. Do you still want new ones?
To put it bluntly, the manuscript in his hand is not finished yet, and even if it is finished, he has no intention of submitting it to "Yenjing Literature and Art" again.
The more manuscripts accumulated in "Yenjing Literature and Art", the greater his sunk costs.
"No."
Zhou Yanru's expression showed a hint of regret, "You are very good at it, and you are so young. You must write diligently and don't waste such good talent and age."
"I will write more when I have time."
Zhou Yanru didn't need to remind him that the few cents in his pocket filled him with a sense of urgency.
Chapter completed!
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