After the dinner, because there were activities tomorrow, everyone dispersed in the afternoon. A few alcoholics went out to find a drink, and a few others chose to stay in the guest room of Lin Chaoyang's house.
For this event, Lin Chaoyang's family specially arranged several guest rooms for everyone to stay and rest.
Early the next morning, Xiaoliubukou Hutong was once again crowded with guests, but what was different from yesterday was that most of the guests who came this morning were young and full of energy.
Li Tuo and others contacted the literary organizations of more than ten universities in Yanjing, including Shuimu, Yanjing University, Yanjing Normal University, China Political Science and Law, etc., and learned that the Xunweizhai Cultural Salon would hold an event for college students like them.
The students were very excited.
Early this morning, these proud men came to Xiaoliubukou Alley facing the rising sun. Every cell in their bodies was filled with excitement and excitement.
Those writers who once only saw their words in magazines and books can now communicate face to face at close range. Is there anything happier than this?
Students entered the courtyard one after another. There was no venue as usual for meetings, and there were no elaborate arrangements. As usual, there were a few writers scattered in the elegant and indifferent courtyard.
The students couldn't help but become excited and embarrassed when they saw these writers. These writers were also a little embarrassed when facing the adoring and admiring eyes of the students.
Those who are engaged in literary creation will always talk endlessly when talking about literature, history and philosophy, but they are as shy as ordinary people when facing strangers.
"Everyone! Everyone!"
Li Tuo was dressed very formally today and had neat hair. When Lin Chaoyang saw him in the morning, he suspected that he had secretly applied oil on his hair.
Early in the morning, when he saw that most of the writers and students had arrived, he guest-starred as the host.
Following his shout, everyone in the courtyard and room was attracted to him.
"Our Xunweizhai Cultural Salon has added several new activities this year. This morning is an exchange between award-winning writers and many literature lovers in Yanjing.
However, our event is not a conference, there is no venue, and there are no keynote speakers.
We provide a venue for everyone, and drinks and snacks are in the west wing, so you can take them as you wish. Everyone can communicate freely, and don’t be restricted.”
Li Tuo made a brief opening and introduced the event very clearly, but everyone present, both writers and students, were a little confused.
This was their first time participating in such a casual activity and they had no idea how to participate!
Everyone's reaction was as expected by Li Tuo. A somewhat proud smile appeared on his face and he pointed at Shi Tiesheng who was sitting in a wheelchair under the veranda.
"This is Comrade Shi Tiesheng. You must be familiar to your classmates, right?"
As soon as Li Tuo finished speaking, many students looked at Shi Tiesheng with extremely eager eyes.
After "My Distant Qingping Bay" was published in 1983, it was widely praised by readers, and Shi Tiesheng became famous.
Inspirational stories about his physical disability and strong will have also been widely circulated among readers, and many readers regard Shi Tiesheng as their spiritual idol and life mentor.
From the moment they entered the hospital, many students noticed Shi Tiesheng sitting in a wheelchair. After Li Tuo introduced him, many students immediately gathered in the direction of Shi Tiesheng.
"Comrade Shi Tiesheng, I am a loyal reader of yours. I especially like your novel "My Distant Qingping Bay" and your award-winning "Grandma's Star"..."
Seeing a group of students surrounding Shi Tiesheng, Li Tuo calmly continued to introduce, "Do you know this talented and beautiful lesbian? She is Jin Ying who wrote "Oh, Xiangxue"!"
The students suddenly looked at her with eager eyes again. Standing under the plane tree, Jin Ying felt very embarrassed when she was looked at by the burning eyes of the students. Soon some students surrounded her.
Under Li Tuo's introduction one by one, the atmosphere of the event gradually became lively. With the first words to break the ice, these writers who love literature and young readers had a pleasant exchange.
Today there are hundreds of student representatives from major universities. They gather around the writers in small groups and spontaneously form small circles. From time to time, people run from here to there, or there are two groups.
People gathered together chatting.
In the room, in the yard, under the verandah, under the trees...everywhere can be a venue for communication. Such a free and comfortable communication atmosphere not only makes the students feel novel and satisfied, but also allows the writers present to experience a rare sense of fun.
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"You should read Zhang Dai's works. He left 6 million words in his life and is a great historian and writer.
I read his "Memories of Tao'an Dreams", and the writing in it can be said to have reached the extreme. Listen:
"The sky, clouds, mountains, and water are all white. The shadows on the lake are just a trace of the long dike, a little pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and only two or three people in the boat."
This is a passage from "Looking at the Snow at the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake". It is only thirty or forty characters long and could not be more concise. It can be said that words are cherished like gold, but they are full of artistic conception.
Such an article, even if viewed today two or three hundred years later, is still absolutely beautiful.
In the contemporary Chinese literary world, how many people dare to say that they can write such a good article?"
Li Guowen is the oldest among the writers here today. He started from the articles of Zhang Dai, a scholar in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and told these college students the beauty of ancient Chinese literature.
It was a refreshing experience for these students who were used to pursuing Western literature. Everyone listened very seriously, with admiration in their eyes.
Next to their group, Jin Ying was also surrounded by several college students. She was young, not much older than the college students present, and she was not shy or reserved when talking.
"I didn't expect "Girl in Red" to be so popular. When Emei Factory found me, I was very surprised. Later, I chatted with director Lu Xiaoya for a long time before finally deciding to cooperate with them in writing the script.
The first time I wrote a movie script, I had no experience at all. Thanks to my study at the Institute of Literature, I remember that Comrade Chaoyang gave us a lecture at that time...
Anyway, after struggling for several months, I finally finished the script and handed it over to the crew. I completed the task.
I just never thought that the movie would be so popular now!"
Jin Ying told the students about her experience in adapting her novel "The Red Shirt Without Buttons" into the movie "The Girl in Red".
This movie was released just after the year, triggering quite a movie-watching craze and bringing huge fame to Jin Ying, so she is also very popular among students.
As time went by, Lin Chaoyang's yard was filled with human voices, but this human voice was not noisy.
If you look carefully, you will find that the contents narrated by those voices are almost all about propositions such as literature, art, and philosophy, making people unknowingly follow the narrator's perspective and experience a baptism of thought and soul.
Li Tuo, Zheng Wanlong, Zhong Acheng and others gathered together, looking at such a scene, their faces full of pride and relief.
"It seems that we are right to adopt this form. This kind of communication can be meaningful without engaging in those vain things, without high-sounding procedures and rhetoric."
While a few people were chatting, there was a sudden knock on the door of the courtyard. Li Tuo thought it was another guest, but when he came to the door of the courtyard, he saw a middle-aged man in his thirties with a round face, who looked unfamiliar.
It was also the first time for Li Tuo to meet him.
"Who are you looking for?"
The round-faced middle-aged man immediately recognized Li Tuo and held his hand enthusiastically, "Are you Comrade Li Tuo?"
Li Tuo was a little surprised, "It's me."
"I am Yang Lang, a reporter from China Youth Daily. I heard that you are holding a cultural salon here today, and I want to come over to understand the situation."
Listening to Yang Lang's words, Li Tuo was even more surprised.
The Cultural Salon has been held for several years. It is not that there are no media interested in the salon, but it is basically dominated by literary magazines. Occasionally, one or two newspapers want to interview, but they are all declined by Lin Chaoyang. The reason is naturally that they do not want to be too
Too high-profile.
Li Tuo smiled politely and said, "I'm really sorry, our salon is a private event, so it's not convenient for us to be interviewed."
Yang Lang didn't expect Li Tuo to reject his request so simply. He wanted to try again. Upon seeing this, Li Tuo pulled him out of the door, comforted him with kind words, and then sent him away.
After Li Tuo came back, Zheng Wanlong asked him what was going on, and Li Tuo explained Yang Lang's identity and request.
"I wanted to invite people from the Literary and Art Newspaper before. Chaoyang said that the official nature of the Literary and Art Newspaper was too heavy, so it was better not to invite them. This reporter Yang didn't know where the news came from, so he went on his own.
Door."
"We are making quite a fuss this time, so it's not surprising that reporters came to us. Unfortunately, Chaoyang is too low-key. In fact, I think it would be good to publicize the reputation of our club."
"I thought so at first. But you don't know that Lao Zhang found Chaoyang during the award ceremony two days ago..."
Li Tuo told the story about Zhang Guangnian again, and Zheng Wanlong suddenly frowned.
"No wonder Chaoyang doesn't want us to go to the Yanjing Literary and Art Association. Look at this, it's really hard to grasp the scale!"
"Yeah, now I feel like this cultural salon is almost turning into Tang Monk Meat!"
When Li Tuo said this, the expression on his face was both troubled and somewhat complacent.
Li Tuo has been deeply involved in the Cultural Salon since the beginning. Now, after several years of development, this literary event, which was originally just a private event, has gained its own unique influence in the Chinese literary world. This incident has always made him
Very sense of achievement.
While the two were chatting, the time slowly came to noon, and the brief exchange was about to come to an end. When Li Tuo stood up again, many students present couldn't help but feel regretful.
Today's exchange will bring you not only refreshing exchanges, but also knowledge and experience that cannot be exchanged for money and hard work.
In comparison, the celebrity speeches and symposiums they attended in school before were nothing new and full of formalism.
The students were reluctant to leave, and the writers who participated in the exchange today also felt unsatisfied.
In addition to the new feelings brought about by the innovation in form, today's exchange also satisfies their vanity to a certain extent.
In close contact, these writers can deeply feel the love and admiration of these talented people, which is a feeling that is difficult to refuse.
When the exchange activity was about to end, Li Tuo noticed that the students were looking eagerly in the direction of the main room, and he immediately understood what they were thinking.
It's a pity that Lin Chaoyang hid out early in the morning. He said that today was an exchange event between students and award-winning writers. If he were here, he would be a bit overshadowed.
After listening to Li Tuo explain the situation, many students let out a sigh of regret.
When he stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched these students leave, he felt a little uncomfortable after thinking about it.
He said to Zheng Wanlong: "If Chaoyang is not here, aren't there still us?"
Zheng Wanlong looked at him with strange eyes, "I want to see a literary idol, not a literary social butterfly."
"Your uncle!"
In the afternoon, the discussion was still in the same format as in the morning, except that the guests had changed, from students from major universities in Yanjing to the backbone of many critics and literary magazines.
The lineup is so powerful that it is almost equal to half of the Chinese literary journal industry.
"People's Literature", "Contemporary", "October", "Yenjing Literature", "Xingang"... every magazine is a well-known presence in the domestic literary circle, and the people who come here are basically the magazine's editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief.
When it comes to why everyone is giving face so much, Li Tuo really wants to put some money on his face, but unfortunately the reality does not allow it.
Wang Meng came to participate in the event on behalf of "People's Literature". The first thing he asked when he entered the door was: "Where is Chaoyang?"
Chapter completed!