Du Rong is two years older than Lin Chaoyang, but they started working at Yanda Library at the same time. When Lin Chaoyang came here in 1978, she had only worked for a year.
So they are both peers and good colleagues, and their relationship has been good for several years.
Even though Lin Chaoyang gradually became famous and gained huge influence, Du Rong still regarded him as the simple young man who had just entered the library.
Later, Lin Chaoyang's appearance in the library became less and less frequent, and then she did not appear for more than a year. Seeing her again today, she suddenly felt infinite emotion in her heart.
For more than a year, most of the news about Lin Chaoyang came from newspapers and magazines, and occasionally TV reports.
The original close impression has been washed away by time, and I don't know when it started to become strange.
The continuous spread of media news has pushed Lin Chaoyang's image further in the hearts of his colleagues. He won an award today, and the autograph signing will be hot tomorrow...
In this way, the image of Lin Chaoyang gradually became blurred and untouchable in the hearts of Du Rong and his colleagues.
The distance between Lin Chaoyang and everyone seems to have suddenly widened in this year.
When we met again, even though we were chatting enthusiastically, we still felt a little alienated and even melancholy.
Listening to Du Rong's words, Lin Chaoyang smiled softly and said, "It's hard to see you. I've only seen you once in more than a year."
Lin Chaoyang's words put himself in the same position as everyone else, full of intimacy and longing for his old colleagues, and made everyone feel happy.
He chatted with everyone for a while, and seeing that there was still some time, he went to sit in Xie Daoyuan's office.
Xie Daoyuan was very happy to see Lin Chaoyang and asked him about his experience this year with concern. Lin Chaoyang had a brief chat.
"That's good. You're young, so it's a good thing to walk more and see more."
After chatting with Xie Daoyuan, Lin Chaoyang came to the conference room of the library. At this time, there were still more than ten minutes before the symposium started, and many people were already sitting in their seats.
"Chaoyang, you're here!" Xie Mian was the host of today's symposium and the only person he knew present.
Lin Chaoyang said hello to him, sat next to him, and thanked Mian for introducing the people present to him.
There were all students inside, including those from YSU, who were the backbone of the May Fourth Literary Club, and those from several neighboring schools, who were all amateur authors who had published works in some journals.
There were more than a dozen people there, including men and women, all in their early twenties, with a youthful air.
In the early years, there were many junior high school graduates among college students, so there were always many "seniors" with vicissitudes of life among the students. However, this has changed in recent years. Almost all serious high school graduates entered the university.
When these people saw Lin Chaoyang, their faces were excited and their eyes were shining.
Lin Chaoyang has rarely appeared on the Yanda campus in the past two years. Even when he comes, he goes directly to Langrun Lake Apartment, and his interactions with students and teachers on campus have become less and less.
Among those present, the oldest ones were all students from the Class of 1982. They had just entered campus in the autumn of the year Tao Yushu graduated.
Many of the Grade 84 and Grade 85 students present today have never met Lin Chaoyang, but have only heard that this popular writer works in the Yanda Library.
There were also some of these people who wanted to see Lin Chaoyang's true face in Lushan after enrolling in school, but it was a pity that Lin Chaoyang rarely went to the library at that time.
Therefore, these students were very excited after meeting Lin Chaoyang. There are many well-known professors with high knowledge in Yan University, but there are not many writers, especially famous writers.
Lin Chaoyang is now famous all over the country and can be said to be popular in the literary world. All of these students today have read his works to some extent, and many of them are even his loyal readers.
After smiling and greeting the students, Lin Chaoyang chatted with Xie Mian.
While the two were chatting, many students' eyes were still on Lin Chaoyang.
The theme of today's symposium is the discussion of creative techniques of avant-garde novels. The meeting officially started at 9 a.m.
Xie Mian first gave an opening speech, and then another young teacher from the Chinese Department spoke.
In the past year, avant-garde novels have suddenly emerged in the domestic literary world and have become a new literary trend pursued by many literary young people.
The so-called "avant-garde" does not specifically refer to a specific literary genre, but a style.
Generally speaking, it is modernism, which can be symbolism, futurism, dadaism, abstraction, consciousness school, absurdism, etc.
It reflects the alienated relationship between people and society, people and people, and people and nature, as well as the resulting mental state.
The rise of this trend can be traced back to the beginning of last year, when "Shanghai Literature" published Ma Yuan's "The Temptation of Gangdise" in February.
In March, "People's Literature" published Liu Sola's "You Have No Choice". This novel was edited and reviewed by Tao Yushu.
These two novels were published at the same time, and their unique artistic appeal quickly aroused great repercussions among young readers.
And within a year in China, it has gained considerable influence.
Young people advocate freedom, pursue independence, and rebel against tradition. The emergence of avant-garde novels can be said to cater to some people's appetite for novelty.
The people who came to the symposium today are basically amateur authors, but most of them came from prestigious schools and have excellent knowledge reserves and literary qualities.
Many people spoke passionately about their understanding of avant-garde novels, speaking at length and eloquently, and the listeners did not realize how serious they were.
A few people wondered if they saw that Lin Chaoyang was also present today. During his speech, he specifically mentioned several of his novels and summarized them as avant-garde novels.
The most mentioned ones are "The Summer of Raiko", "The Death of Van Gogh" and "The Truman Show".
"...The pioneering nature of "The Truman Show" lies in the huge absurdity it creates.
The falseness of life, the lack of free will, the invasion of personal privacy, the strong contrast between utopia and reality, and the development and exploration of human nature in it, these factors are all the most typical characteristics that avant-garde literature should have.
After reading this novel, what came to my mind the most was the novel "1984" translated by Mr. Dong Leshan.
I have read a lot of novels, but I was extremely shocked by the fact that these two are equally comparable.
As a reader, this is undoubtedly a great happiness..."
Several people were discussing Lin Chaoyang's novels, and they were all mainly praising them, which made the symposium go a little abnormal.
The styles of the novels mentioned by everyone are indeed modern among Lin Chaoyang's works, and their praises are all justified, but they always sound a bit stiff.
After all, when Lin Chaoyang wrote it, the word "pioneer" had not yet become popular.
Finally it was Lin Chaoyang's turn to speak. He came up and said a few polite words of humility, which made everyone chuckle. "I don't have much research on avant-garde novels. I can only talk about my opinions based on my personal creative experience."
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"Avant-garde novels, or literature, and culture are considered very unique by many people, especially compared to the noisy popular culture.
Everyone regards him as a kind of rebellion against the secular and the dissolution of tradition. In fact, I think it doesn't need to be this way.
Bourdieu believes that avant-garde art that rejects the market actually accumulates a large amount of symbolic capital in the process of creation. Although it is not recognized at first, it will eventually be accepted and transformed into economic capital.
Although his words are discussing the "avant-garde" in Western society and do not completely represent avant-garde literature or avant-garde novels, they are generally compatible and useful for our thinking.
A few people mentioned my works just now and thought that they all have the typical characteristics of avant-garde literature and are worthy of being written into the history of literature. This is a great compliment to me..."
Lin Chaoyang stayed in the Yanda Library for six or seven years and took many classes from old professors. Among the people present today, in terms of literary theory skills, almost no one except Xie Mian could rival him.
His speech was modest and low-key, and he did not pursue novelty. He did not place avant-garde literature and modernism in a very high position like the speeches of previous students.
Instead, it explores the commonalities between avant-garde culture and popular culture, which makes everyone feel refreshed.
In his remarks, avant-garde literature does not seem to conflict with popular literature and culture, but rather has a mutually identifying and complementary relationship.
When everyone thinks about it carefully, it seems to make sense.
"The above is my personal rough understanding of avant-garde literature. If there are any shortcomings, I hope you will criticize and correct me."
After Lin Chaoyang finished his speech, he did not forget to say a few words of humility.
It is impossible to "criticize and correct". In the eyes of everyone present, the content of Lin Chaoyang's speech just now is still quite high, and his views are also different from everyone's understanding of avant-garde literature.
The arguments are also quite sufficient and cannot be easily dismissed by college students like them.
After everyone's speeches are over, it's the discussion session. As long as you raise your hands, everyone can speak in turn to express their opinions.
"Just now Comrade Chaoyang talked about the commensurability between avant-garde literature and popular literature. Can you talk more about it for us?" Xie Mian was very interested in Lin Chaoyang's views and wanted him to say more.
Others in the conference room also cast curious glances at him.
"Let's put it simply. Literature is art, but literary readings are cultural consumer goods and commodities. The spread of avant-garde literature depends on this kind of commodity.
Therefore, when avant-garde literature develops to a certain stage, it must make certain changes in attitude.
Bid farewell to formalism, and try to create textual connections with more readers and communicate with popular culture.
Only in this way will avant-garde literature form a relatively stable group of writers, a library of works, and an audience in the future development of literature.
This transformation to popular culture may be cruel to many comrades who adhere to avant-garde culture, but it is actually the only way for the development of art forms."
Lin Chaoyang's words made everyone present fall into deep thought.
The people present are all students from China's top prestigious universities. They admire modernism or avant-garde literature, and to a large extent they have some elitist thinking.
They thought they had the capital to rebel, dissolve, and subvert, but Lin Chaoyang's words hit their hearts like a heavy hammer.
Avant-garde literature is not any more advanced than popular literature or culture. On the contrary, in its development process, it may need to constantly make self-adjustments in order to maintain its own vitality.
Just when everyone was still immersed in what they just said, Lin Chaoyang said again:
"However, I think you don't need to be overly pessimistic. Avant-garde literature does not appear out of thin air. It also sprouts from popular literature and culture."
His words were like a wake-up call, awakening everyone present.
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After all, avant-garde culture is not a tree without roots or water without a source. The birth of this cultural phenomenon must also follow the laws of artistic development.
Thinking along this line of thought, it more and more verified the true insight of Lin Chaoyang's words just now. Everyone looked at Lin Chaoyang with a lot of admiration and admiration in their eyes.
As time passed, the morning's symposium came to an end.
Xie Mian held Lin Chaoyang's hand and said eagerly: "You, an experienced creator, can really tell something different. This morning has really benefited us a lot."
When Lin Chaoyang was polite to Xie Mian, students gathered around the two of them, and a reporter from the school newspaper said, "Let's take a group photo."
"Okay." Lin Chaoyang agreed happily.
After the group photo was taken, Xie Mian added: "The content of today's symposium will be published in the school newspaper in a few days."
Lin Chaoyang nodded and approved the speech he made at the symposium quoted by the school newspaper.
"Lao Xie, I'll leave first."
Xie Mian sent Lin Chaoyang to the door of the library and watched him leave. The students following him looked at Lin Chaoyang's back, still feeling a little agitated in their hearts.
"Teacher Xie, how come Comrade Lin... Chaoyang's theoretical foundation is so solid? It feels more thorough than what many teachers in the department teach." One of the students, a round-faced boy with a big head, couldn't help but ask.
Xie Mian glanced at the boy and said, "You students, you are not in a good time!"
His tone was slightly regretful, and several students present understood what he meant.
Many of the people present are students who graduated from the 1983 grade. Ever since they entered the school, they have heard teachers around them say more than once that the students in their class are not lucky.
Since the resumption of the college entrance examination, senior professors from various departments at Yanda have personally taught undergraduate courses.
This teaching habit continued until the 1980s, when some old professors began to reduce their classes and teaching due to physical reasons.
After the first two batches of undergraduates graduated since the resumption of the college entrance examination in 1982, the old professors in various departments basically only taught master's and doctoral students.
It has almost become a luxury for undergraduates of Yan University after the 1983 grade to listen to the lectures of those masters.
Xie Mian continued: "Chaoyang was about the same age as you back then, but when he went to the Chinese Department to attend classes, he listened to the classes of masters such as Zhu Guangqian, Wu Zuxiang, Wang Li, Wang Yao, Fei Xiaotong, and Yin Faru.
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When the students heard these names that were like the stars in the sky, they couldn't help but be fascinated.
"Besides, he was well-read when he was working in the library, and he was talented. With such a favorable time, place, and people, he was able to accumulate such knowledge in just a few years."
Di Baotian said again: "Teacher Xie, from what you said, I feel that he is very similar to Professor Jin Kepu."
Xie Mian laughed, "Someone in the department did say that. But his specialty is not in studying knowledge, but in creating. There are many people in China's cultural circles who study knowledge, but there is only one Lin Chaoyang!"
Xie Mian spoke so highly of Lin Chaoyang that the students were speechless, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said.
Professors of Jin Kepu's level are certainly rare in the Chinese cultural world, but Lin Chaoyang's literary achievements are even more unique.
What's more, he is still so young and looks even younger than some of the students here today.
Such a character is destined to be written down in the history of contemporary literature.
The students couldn't help but feel envious when they thought of this.
Who can come to participate in the symposium today is not a literary youth, and who does not want to dominate the literary world at such a young age like Lin Chaoyang.
But as Teacher Xie said -
There is only one Lin Chaoyang!
After leaving the library, Lin Chaoyang wandered around the Yanda campus. The sun was shining brightly and he was in a good mood. He felt like he was back when he first entered Yanda.
When passing by Yannan Garden, he went to Zhu Guangqian's house on a whim.
He saw Zhu Guangqian being helped down from the study room upstairs by his family. He was in surprisingly good spirits and was still shouting that he was going to finish writing the annotations for "New Science".
Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but wonder, how could the old man recover so quickly when he was bedridden and depressed a while ago?
"Aunt, Uncle Zhu has recovered well recently!" Lin Chaoyang said to Zhu Guangqian's wife Xi Jinwu.
There was a look of worry hidden in Xi Jinwu's eyes, "I was very sick a few days ago, but I don't know why I've become more alive in the past two days."
Come back to the light!
Lin Chaoyang suddenly thought of this word in his mind, but when he saw Zhu Guangqian's energetic look, he couldn't believe it.
"Then what did the doctor say?"
"Your eldest sister just asked the doctor from the school hospital."
While he was talking to Xi Jinwu, Zhu Guangqian couldn't help but practice calligraphy at his desk. He had cerebral thrombosis, and the doctor told him to move his hands regularly. It was best to keep writing every day, which would be good for the recovery of his brain and hands.
What Zhu Guangqin is practicing today is "Ancient Poetry Pen Practice Copybook", a student copybook published by Hunan Education Press in 1982.
His face was pale, his body was stooped, and his hands were covered with veins. After he finished writing, he didn't forget to show off to Lin Chaoyang.
"Isn't my word bad?"
As he was getting older and his hands were shaking, his handwriting was really not that good. Lin Chaoyang took the copybook and turned it over.
"Average, a little worse than me."
"Worse than you? You really put yourself in a good position."
Zhu Guangqian said sarcastically to him with a disdainful expression.
"Your handwriting is so good, then leave me a calligraphy treasure. Maybe after a few decades you can exchange it for a pack of cigarettes."
"Writing it to you is a waste of my words."
Although he said this, Zhu Guangqian still wrote a line to Lin Chaoyang. He copied a sentence from "Fude Guyuancao Farewell" from the copybook.
The handwriting was trembling, and the signature was "Written as a gift to my little friend Chaoyang Zhuguangqian".
Lin Chaoyang picked up the calligraphy and looked at it carefully, but still disliked it, "Look at how your handwriting is shaking. Go back and practice it."
"If you don't want it, just give it back!"
"It's still impossible to pay it back. There's no reason to take back something given to someone." Lin Chaoyang proudly put the copybook into his arms.
He then said to Zhu Guangqian: "I see that you are in good spirits today. Let me play a game of chess with you."
"No." The old man refused without hesitation.
"Look at you, don't take winning or losing so seriously as a human being."
When Lin Chaoyang was teasing Menzi with Zhu Guangqian, his family had already invited the doctor over to check his blood pressure, so the old man sat obediently at the desk.
Lin Chaoyang said to him, "If you don't leave, I will leave!"
Zhu Guangqian waved his hand to him.
After coming out of Zhu's house, Lin Chaoyang stood there and watched for a long time before leaving.
After returning home, Xiaodongdong came to hold Lin Chaoyang's legs and wanted to play basketball with him. The father and son played for a while, and the sadness and sadness in Lin Chaoyang's heart were diluted.
While he was breastfeeding Yan Yan again, Tao Yushu came back from outside with a tired face.
"Oh, I'm so exhausted!" she shouted as soon as she entered the door.
"Just let Du Feng do the things in the clothing city. Why bother yourself?"
"I also want to study!"
For Juan Wang, work is not just work, but also a process of learning knowledge and mastering experience. How could she miss such a rare learning opportunity like the opening of the clothing city?
There is less than a week left before the opening of the clothing city, and the celebrities Lin Chaoyang asked Chen Huaikai and Xie Jin to invite have already been confirmed.
Yan Film Studio has Zhang Jinling, Li Xiuming and Fang Shu, and Shanghai Film Studio has Zhang Yu, Gong Xue and Zhao Jing.
Three of the five golden flowers from the two major film studios in the north and the south are here. This lineup is unprecedentedly powerful.
Not only that, Xie Jin also helped Lin Chaoyang invite Zhu Shimao and Tang Guoqiang, and Zhu Shimao brought his partner Chen Peisi.
Putting these nine people together, the appeal at this time is simply terrifying. Lin Chaoyang was afraid that something would happen to the clothing city that day.
He told Tao Yushu: "You must prepare a case with the public security department in advance and ask them to bring in more manpower to maintain order."
"I know, I also told Du Feng about this, so don't worry."
While the couple was talking, Tao Yushu suddenly shouted, "Lin Siyan!"
Lin Chaoyang followed her gaze and saw Xiao Dongdong holding Yan Yan's arm with one hand and holding her neck with the other, seemingly trying to pull her up.
The little girl is only four months old and can't sit up yet. Xiaodongdong's strength is very weak, so forcefully pulling her up is like pulling out a carrot.
At this time, Xiao Dongdong was frightened by Tao Yushu's shout. The pressure from his mother came, as if the terrifying aura from ancient times made him unable to move.
Comrades with some life experience all know that once the old mother calls your name, it will definitely be the fury of thunder. At this time, running away is your only option.
Tao Yushu walked forward quickly, not giving Xiao Dongdong a chance to escape. He picked up his butt and slapped him like raindrops, making Xiao Dongdong scream.
"Mom, it's wrong! Mom is wrong!"
This kid always pretends to be stupid when he is naughty. Now he was surrounded and suppressed by force. He immediately surrendered without any hesitation.
"Mom is wrong? Is mom wrong?"
Hearing his begging for mercy, Tao Yushu did not stop. Instead, he asked angrily while doing evil things.
"Wrong, I was wrong, Dad! Dad!"
Normally when he was playing with toys, it was as if he couldn't hear what he was talking to. Lin Chaoyang sometimes wondered whether the child had developmental delays or autism.
Looking at it now, it’s just that I have too many thoughts!
I even know how to call him daddy.
It's a pity that it's not easy to call dad now!
Lin Chaoyang picked up his precious daughter, with a distressed look on his face, "How old is your sister? Can you pull her arm like this? Your arm can easily dislocate!"
The father who attacked with magic, the mother who attacked with physical attacks, Xiaodongdong was almost broken.
I just want to get my sister up and play for a while. What bad thoughts can I have?
After being beaten for a long time, Tao Yumo finally couldn't stand it anymore and took the child away from his sister, comforting him: "Okay, okay, don't cry!"
Xiao Dongdong lay in Tao Yushu's arms and cried heartbreakingly, feeling extremely wronged.
"Are you two such parents? Why is this child the same as the one you picked up?" Tao Yumo complained.
"What if Yan Yan is dislocated?" Tao Yushu asked with a serious face.
Tao Yumo stopped talking and stroked Xiao Dongdong's back distressedly.
"You, please be more peaceful in this house from now on."
With her comfort, Xiao Dongdong stopped crying now and lay on his shoulder, humming and begging for comfort.
When Lin Chaoyang and his wife went to cook, Tao Yumo said to him again: "Don't be naughty anymore. Let me tell you, your parents are killing chickens to scare monkeys, and you will be Yan Yan's role model from now on, do you understand?"
Xiao Dongdong nodded confusedly. He couldn't understand Tao Yumo's words. He only knew that his aunt was good to him.
At night, when the children were all asleep and Tao Yushu had just gone to bed after washing, Lin Chaoyang suddenly said to her: "Uncle Zhu may not be well."
Tao Yushu suddenly became worried after hearing this, "Did the doctor say that?"
Lin Chaoyang talked about today's situation. Tao Yushu was worried and planned to go back to Yanda tomorrow to have a look.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard. Tao Yumo went to open the door. It was Tao Yucheng who came with a piece of news.
Zhu Guangqian passed away in the early morning!
Ignoring their sadness, Lin Chaoyang and his family drove to Yannan Garden. The two-story building was dotted with white, which was particularly dazzling among the vitality of the sprouting vegetation.
The Zhu and Tao families were on good terms, and the Tao family arrived early in the morning, as well as many leaders and old professors from Yanda.
A portrait of the deceased has been hung on the wall of the Zhu family. The old man in the portrait is thin, deep and handsome.
There are lilacs and yellow and white wild flowers planted in front of the statue. It is simple and elegant, with a fairylike and fragrant appearance, just like the person it is.
According to family members, the doctor didn't find anything wrong when he came yesterday. As a result, he couldn't go to the toilet at night. He felt dizzy and then vomited.
He was first sent to the school hospital and then transferred to Youyi Hospital. After arriving at Youyi Hospital, he was diagnosed with cerebral hemorrhage, but it was too late and rescue efforts were ineffective.
The old man's body is now in the morgue of the hospital. This morning, the National Z Association received news that a farewell ceremony for the old man's body will be held at Babaoshan Cemetery.
After staying at Zhu's house for half a morning, Lin Chaoyang took his family out.
He stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, where the pair of stone tablets had stood there for decades, and the withered grass in front of the small building shone with traces of green.
In this spring, all life goes to its respective destination.
Back home, Lin Chaoyang carefully placed on the bookshelf a set of "Aesthetics" he brought back from Zhu's house. It was given to him by Xi Jinwu as a souvenir.
Lin Chaoyang put the copybook that Zhu Guangqian wrote about him yesterday in his book again, and he couldn't help but recall the dead grass he saw outside Yannan Garden that was pregnant with vitality.
"The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it - written for Zhu Guangqian, a little friend of Chaoyang"
Alas~
The infinite sadness turned into a heavy sigh.
It's a pity that I can't beat you in another game of chess!
Chapter completed!