"If you really want to say it, Chaoyang's experience can be considered a legend."
Listening to Li Tuo's words, the old man couldn't help showing a bit of curiosity, "What kind of legendary method?"
Li Tuo briefly told the old man Lin Chaoyang's background and experience. After listening, the old man looked moved and said, "It's not easy, it's really not easy."
There are many writers with low academic qualifications these days, and there are also many writers who come from rural areas.
But people like Lin Chaoyang, who was born in a rural area with low academic qualifications, married an educated youth in the city, and then worked hard to become a well-known writer, and who could also learn and memorize a lot of knowledge, are really rare.
"His experience reminds me of those great scholars from the past. Their luck, talent, and hard work are all in vain." The old man praised.
Li Tuo said with a smile: "I think character comes first. If Chaoyang hadn't been so sincere in thinking about his wife, his wife might not have been able to get into university, or even if she got into university, she might not have taken him with her.
Let's go back to the city together. His literary path may not start so smoothly."
"Actually, as long as you are familiar with Chaoyang, you will know that for a person like him, no one would not like to be his friend. So it is normal for the couple to have such a happy ending."
The old man had never been in contact with Lin Chaoyang, and Li Tuo's praise sounded a little excessive to him, but he also knew that although Li Tuo was enthusiastic and sincere, he rarely spoke freely.
"Hearing your praise makes me want to get to know him." The old man said with a smile.
"It's time to get to know each other. When he comes down later, I'll introduce him to you."
The two were talking, and a young woman ran to the old man's side. She had snow-white skin, plump eyes, and smart eyes. She called "Dad" to the old man.
"This is my daughter Dandan, and this is your Uncle Li."
"Hello Uncle Li!"
"Hello Dandan!"
After saying hello, Dandan looked towards the stage, his eyes full of novelty and excitement, "Is that Xu Lingjun?"
The old man said solemnly: "That's not polite! Comrade Chaoyang and your Uncle Li are friends, so you have to call me uncle."
Dandan said gloomily: "How older does he look than me?"
Li Tuo asked: "In what year was Dandan born?"
"I am 60 years old."
Li Tuo laughed and said: "You are indeed not much older. We are of the same generation. Let's discuss our own affairs."
The old man explained: "Originally I didn't plan to come over today, but this girl heard that Comrade Chaoyang was coming to give a lecture, and she wanted to come over and have a look."
Li Tuo said clearly: "It's normal. "Wrangler" is very popular. It's normal for little girls like them to be curious about 'Xu Lingjun'."
A few people were chatting away, and Lin Chaoyang over there had almost finished his lecture.
When he returned to the backstage, Li Tuo pulled him and introduced: "Chaoyang, this is Secretary Song Fansong of our Yanjing Literary Association, and this is his daughter Dandan."
Lin Chaoyang didn't pay attention when Li Tuo introduced Song Fan and just said hello normally. But when he introduced Song Fan's daughter, he couldn't help but take a second look.
What a pretty little old lady!
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lin Chaoyang learned that Song Dandan failed the college entrance examination last year, so she signed up for the acting training class of Renyi and is now a student of Renyi.
"We also arranged your play "The First Floor in the World" in class. Your plays are so good, why don't you write more?"
With his father by his side, Song Dandan became very courageous and started to care about Lin Chaoyang's creation.
Lin Chaoyang smiled warmly and said without concealment: "You don't make money by doing plays, you can only write for fun."
When Song Dandan heard this, his expression was serious, "How can art be measured by money?"
"Dandan!" Song Fan shouted and showed an apologetic smile to Lin Chaoyang, "This child has been spoiled since childhood."
Lin Chaoyang smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay. Dandan is right, art cannot be measured by money, but artists also have to rely on money to eat. Only when they are full can they think about art."
Song Dandan looked a little unconvinced after hearing what he said, and wanted to retort, but saw two young men from the Literary and Art Association running over in a panic.
Upon seeing this, Li Tuo immediately asked: "What happened?"
"Students have surrounded the backstage and want to see Comrade Chaoyang."
"What do I mean? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"There are too many people. They are all crowded together. I'm afraid something will happen."
Hearing what the young man said, Song Fan and Li Tuo realized the seriousness of the problem and immediately ran to the backstage entrance to take a look.
I saw that the place was crowded and extremely crowded. It felt like most of the students had squeezed in. Fortunately, everyone obeyed the rules, and no one forced their way in despite being stopped.
It's just that some people didn't listen and shouted that they wanted to see Lin Chaoyang. Some people were waving books in their hands, presumably for autographs.
"We can't be so crowded. We need to evacuate quickly. Otherwise, we may cause big problems accidentally," Li Tuo said.
Song Fan was sweating on his forehead as he watched this scene. He had the highest position today. If something happened, he would be the first to run away. "Hurry up and call two more people to maintain order and evacuate these students."
While the two were talking, Lin Chaoyang came over to take a look and said calmly: "I'll go to the stage to say a few words to maintain order."
"Okay!" Song Fan said quickly.
Lin Chaoyang quickly returned to the podium, picked up the microphone and shouted a few words. When he heard his voice, all the students who were originally crowded at the entrance to the backstage were attracted.
"Don't be anxious, everyone. Go back to your seats and sit down. If you have any questions, we can discuss them slowly."
The restless students calmed down under Lin Chaoyang's comfort. The reason why these people crowded into the backstage entrance just now was because at first some students took Lin Chaoyang's books and wanted to ask him for his autograph.
There were also some people who wanted to ask Lin Chaoyang some creative questions, while the rest just joined in the fun.
Lin Chaoyang asked Li Tuo to organize people to collect all the books from students who needed to be signed. He answered everyone's questions on the podium first, then signed the books after the Q&A was over. After signing, he returned the books to the students.
After struggling like this for more than an hour, all the students were sent away.
Watching the students take away the signed books one by one, Li Tuo breathed a long sigh of relief and finally relaxed.
Song Fan, who was standing next to him, also breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Were the scenes as intense as the previous two episodes?"
"No." Li Tuo picked up the teapot and took a big sip of the cold tea. "The last two times Wang Meng and Tan Chaoyang came, the students were very enthusiastic about asking questions, but the mood was not as exciting as today. These were all Chaoyang's calls. Powerful!"
Song Fan nodded slightly when he heard this. He had been watching from the sidelines just now. Naturally, he could see the admiration and admiration of these literary young people for Lin Chaoyang.
If you think about it carefully, you can understand that both Wang Meng and Qin Chaoyang belong to the old school of writers, with high status and great fame, and their works have many readers, but their influence and appeal among young readers is very limited.
Lin Chaoyang is different. Although he is young, almost every one of his works has sparked huge discussions. The impact on young readers is naturally huge, and it is reasonable to have many fans.
After all the students left, Li Tuo also had the intention to joke with Lin Chaoyang.
"You always stay in school. It's not easy for readers to meet you. That's why you are so enthusiastic. You need to participate in more social activities in the future."
Song Fan also smiled and said: "Yes, Chaoyang's appeal is indeed great. You can participate in more activities in our literary and art circles."
"There will be time." Lin Chaoyang said with a smile.
While several people were talking, Song Dandan kept looking at Lin Chaoyang with his big eyes blinking.
She originally wanted to see "Xu Lingjun" today, but she didn't expect that her beautiful imagination was a little disillusioned after meeting him. However, she believed that she was not a superficial person, and she paid more attention to the inside than the appearance.
But she didn't expect that Lin Chaoyang would actually say something like "It's not profitable to do dramas." This sentence firmly broke Song Dandan's heart's filter for idols. She just felt that this person smelled of copper and was vulgar. Unbearable.
While she was stunned, Lin Chaoyang had already greeted everyone and left the Cultural Palace, and Song Dandan also followed her father out of the Cultural Palace.
"It's better to be famous than to meet him," Song Dandan said beside his father.
Listening to his daughter's words, Song Fan couldn't help but frown, "You mean Lin Chaoyang?"
"Yeah. I didn't know him before, and I still had some fantasies. After talking about it today, I realized that it was too tacky."
"Tacky? Just because someone said, 'There's no money in dramas'?" Song Fan asked.
"Yes, it's all money if you open or close your mouth."
Song Fan sighed. His daughter had never suffered much since she was a child. To put it mildly, she didn't know the sufferings of the world. At worst, she didn't know how high the world was.
"You are just too young. Van Gogh talks eloquently, and those who boast often exaggerate.
What people say is true and true. This is the behavior of a gentleman.
Besides, you only noticed that he said he didn’t make money, but didn’t he write a play?
If you are in the art field, you should also know that "The First Floor in the World" was originally written by him for the students of Yan Normal University.
Your Renyi screenwriters still get royalties for writing scripts. Writing scripts is truly voluntary labor.
How come such a person becomes a vulgar person when he comes into your mouth?"
Song Fan's tone was not harsh, but it conveyed a sense of majesty, which made Song Dandan feel a little guilty.
But she still retorted: "He himself said that the money was too little, which shows that he values ​​money more than art."
"Are money and art two contradictory things? Art has nothing to do with whether you love money or not, and it has nothing to do with whether you have money or not.
Don't look at some artists who are full of ideas when they are poor, and think that it is money that hinders artistic creation when they are prosperous. This idea is too narrow.
If the warehouse is solid, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.
The birth of most art is due to the superior material conditions, which allow people to have more time and energy to think about metaphysical pursuits other than survival.
Treating money as dirt is noble, but it is by no means the criterion for judging art.
Someone only said one sentence, and you thought of so many things.
Is this the other party's problem, or is it that you have already preset a position for the other party, and if this position does not meet your expectations, he is wrong and heinous.
Isn't art first of all labor? Since you have to work hard, what's wrong with wanting to get paid? What's wrong with wanting to make more money and live a better life?
Do artists have to live in poverty, even to the point of dying in poverty?
If you go to Renyi to study and act, won't you get paid in the future? Or even if you get paid, you should get paid less than others, so that you can show your nobility and your art?"
Song Fan was serious and refuted his daughter's statement with reason and evidence, not because he wanted to argue with her, but because he was afraid that his daughter's artistic path would go astray at the beginning.
He said earnestly: "If you want to learn art, you must first learn to be a human being. I have not had close contact with Comrade Chaoyang, but I heard from your uncle Li Tuo that he has extraordinary character.
In our profession, there are many people who are highly virtuous and highly respected, but there are very few people who are both virtuous and artistic. People like him are the role models for you to learn from."
After being taught a lesson by her father, Song Dandan was originally in a bad mood.
It wasn't until her father's expression softened in the end and he spoke to her softly that she felt a little convinced.
"Dad, no matter how good your character is, it won't work if you don't have enough talent!"
"There is no shortage of talented people in the world. If we are simply talking about appreciation, there is nothing wrong with being talented but not virtuous.
But if they are close to each other, character should be the first priority and talent should be put aside.
From now on, if you can find me a son-in-law with both political integrity and talent like him, I will be very happy!"
Song Fan's last words were not groundless. One of the big reasons why his daughter failed to pass the college entrance examination last year was that she fell in love early with a boyfriend.
Hearing this, Song Dandan looked shy and blamed her father for teasing her, "Dad~"
"You are already so old, and I don't want to talk about you all the time. But you have to act like an adult, and you have to be mature in your studies and work."
"knew."
Chapter completed!