The father and son came to the computer screen and saw a Weibo V account with tens of thousands of fans. They just posted a post.

The dynamic content is probably to criticize the popularization of the literary world today. Some writers and magazines only want to make money and use all means to cater to the reader group.

The works written lack excellent central ideas, go with the flow, and love the whole article, which is so vulgar that it is unsightly.

At the end of the news, I also tagged the official Weibo account of Qingyuan Magazine.

Cosine clicks Qingyuan’s Weibo account, with only a few thousand fans, and among all the V numbers, they are the ones that are relatively miserable. They have not posted many updates, and they are the ones who are small and transparent.

It's really hard for the opponent to be able to be ticked up by this.

Li’s father explained: “Our magazine has an official website and does not attach importance to Weibo accounts. Bananas are usually operated.”

Cosine nodded, understand.

Women are indeed more gossipy than men. Sister Banana is really happy to read Weibo with paid attention.

I also clicked on the Weibo homepage that developed the dynamics. The account name is "Cheng Liangjun". The note is an official certified Yanzhou famous writer and winner of the 46th Yanzhou Youth Writer Literature Award...

"Yohe, he is still a famous artist."

Cosine was slightly surprised. Famous artists were already considered famous writers. Unexpectedly, they found a troll on Weibo, and they were all famous writers.

Father Li sighed and explained: "Just want to introduce you to the situation in the Qingliu circle, but someone has come to say that.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and martial arts, and you cannot win everyone's recognition by writing articles and poetry. Even Beigong Qingguang, the leader of the literary world in the past decade, is not everyone likes it.

Even if his works are several times the sales volume of other masters, they will still be criticized for being too vulgar and not being serious enough for their beauty.

Those who write about love, serious, fairy tales, suspense criminal investigations, the characteristics of our works are different, and no one is convinced by others. It is difficult to say who is the real first.

Since ancient times, literati have been neglecting each other, and disputes between different writers and literary groups have occurred from time to time, or this kind of dispute has never stopped."

"Learn, understand."

Yu Xian suddenly realized that I thought there was something special about Qingliu Circle. It turned out that it was just a fight. I have seen this situation countless times.

On Weibo in his previous life, Han Han fought against Gao Xiaosong, Lu Chuan, Zheng Jun, and all traditional writers, all of which were pediatrics in pediatrics.

During the Republic of China period, there were countless people whom Master Lu Xun had torn, including but not limited to Guo Moruo, Li Siguang, Xu Zhimo, Liang Shiqiu, Qian Xuantong, Hu Shi, Shen Congwen...

The largest troll in the Republic of China is well deserved, with more victory than defeat than defeat. Most famous literati of the same period have been criticized, and there are nearly 200 vests that have been opened to swear.

Looking further, from the various schools of thought during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the Donglin Party in the late Ming Dynasty, all kinds of literature and ideological factions were constantly being torn.

Even though Daxing's literary inquisition, a literary troll, Jin Shengtan, appeared. His favorite work was "Water Margin".

If you haven't criticized a few people or a few works, you don't deserve to call yourself a literati. If you can't criticize people from other factions, you can't be the leader of a faction.

"Where is this Cheng Liangjun coming from?"

Cosine asked, since ancient times, literati have had reasons to fight, either look down on the other party’s works or have disagreements in their thoughts, and it is impossible to start a fight for no reason.

"He is a member of the Yanzhou Writers Association." Li's father said something.

"Zhen Pingwa?" Yu Xian asked tentatively, but was not very sure.

"Um."

Li's father nodded and explained: "The Yanzhou Youth Writer Literature Award was awarded twice a year, once in June and December, and the main judges of the two times were the same person.

He was the winner of the Literature Award in the second half of that year, and the main judge of that year was Zhen Pingwa.

The other judges of that year were optimistic about another writer, and Zhen Pingwa chose him to become the winner of the 46th Literature Award.

It is said that his winning works for that year were temporarily rushing to work after learning that Zhen Pingwa was the main judge.

It is precisely because of this award that he has been promoted from an ordinary writer to a famous artist.”

"I should be the one he criticized," Cosine pointed to his nose.

"It's you, not you."

Li’s father nodded: “The circle of literati is very large and small, and they are all in Yanzhou, and the circulation of news is very fast.

It should be because we rejected Zhen Qianqian's works, so he concentrated his firepower on our magazine, and you are more affected by the fish."

"It's really the emperor, the eunuch is in a hurry."

Cosine shook her head and said contemptuously: "Zhen Qianqian's works will not be lacking in pages. There are at least a dozen magazines and newspapers in Yanzhou that are bigger than us. They will never reject Zhen Qianqian.

Zhen Pingwa would not care about such trivial matters. Before the parties involved and the parties involved had spoken, he jumped out on his own initiative."

"So Zhen Pingwa is the leader of the Yanzhou literary world." Li's father concluded.

The so-called leader and leader are you responsible for supporting the store, fighting and cleaning up the mess, and someone will do the other small things for you.

"I want to see the work he won the award back then. Is there any in the magazine?" Yu Xian raised her head and asked, knowing herself and her enemy and winning every battle.

"Some, some." Big Apple quickly walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a book and handed it to Cosine.

This is a novel with about 200 pages, with traces of being read, and more than a dozen of them were specially folded, probably for markings.

Cosine flips from the first page, and does not seek to understand the rough reading, because it just wants to understand the opponent, and does not need to read it carefully.

"I want to see, too."

Li Wanzi brought a chair, sat next to the cosine, and curiously poked her head over, and the two of them snuggled together.

Cosine smelled the fragrance of aldehyde and moved the book to Li Wanzi.

The other editors left, ordered takeout, or went out for lunch, and it was time to have lunch.

Li's father asked the two of them what they wanted to eat. When they left, hesitated for a moment, and asked Cosine: "What do you want to do?"

"Of course it's spray back."

Cosine replied without hesitation: "It is impossible to swallow your anger when you are criticized, not to mention that the one who was criticized this time was our magazine."

"That's good.

You have always been easy-going, and I thought you would laugh it off."

Li's father nodded with relief and reminded him again: "Try the snake and hit seven inches, be careful not to say too much, just grasp the key points and hit the head-on."

"Um."

After Li's father left, Yu Xian and Zizi continued to study.

Cosine's reading speed is very fast. After all, Li Wanzi is an intern editor and her reading speed is not slow. She soon read the tenth page, which is the first chapter that was folded.

The cosine unfolded the folded paper, and after a few glances, he suddenly shrank his pupils and noticed the key points and read them carefully.

"Pooh."

Li Wanzi suddenly had red face and her ears, and her blush crawled from her neck to her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes were flowing in autumn. She wanted to look around and looked at her eyes but she still didn't want to leave the pages, as if there was magic on the pages.

"Art, this book is so artistic."

Cosine tutted her mouth and commented on the works in her hand, and she felt envious and jealous.

The ancient and modern books, Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's "Yin Ping Plum" is completely incompetent compared to this book, with a gap of at least a dozen ranks.

Cosine bought a book called "Norwegian Forest" by Haruki Murakami in junior high school in his previous life. It was a very good book, and Mr. Lin Shaohua's translation was also very interesting.

The book describes the process of the protagonist Toru Watanabe, Naoko, Midoko, and Reiko in detail. These chapters and paragraphs are specially folded.

The book "The Forest of Norway" was widely circulated in the class. At least half of the boys in the class have read it, and it has inspired countless teenagers.

The teacher knew it was Haruki Murakami's works, but he would not say it was confiscated. Haruki Murakami's works could not be read, so there was really nothing to read.

In terms of the detailed description of "The Forest of Norway", the book "Norwegian" is still more than a dozen ranks away from the book in Cosine's hand at this moment.

Cosine has read, and the only ones that are close to this book are probably "Youth ××" and "Huang Rong Series".

With the gaze of appreciating art, Cosine quickly flipped backwards. Sure enough, the remaining dozen folded parts were also written in the plots.

"So this is fucking art." After reading it, Cosine closed the book and sincerely exclaimed. It would be great if the environment was so relaxed when she wrote online articles in her previous life.

Traditional literature writes about sex, okay, that's art. Online novels write about kissing, and girls showing their arms, not, vulgar.

"Don't swear!"

Li Wanzi, who was blushing, stretched out her hand and covered Cosine's mouth.

"Sister Zizi, how could he be swearing? He is obviously very elegant. The fucking meaning is that his mother's poor education will lead to a child like him."

Yu Xian held Li Wanzi's hand in the palm of her hand, and after a quibbling sentence, she roughly understood why this book won the 46th Literature Award.

Zhen Pingwa's work "Waste City", which won the Flange Chicken Femina Literature Award in her early years, is also a large-scale novel.

Moreover, the work was more criticized than praise, and countless critics caused great turmoil in the literary world of Han Dynasty. Even Cosine, a time traveler, knew what happened back then.

Cheng Liangjun's book, both in writing style and large-scale description, is imitating Zhen Pingwa's book "The Waste City".

"No wonder the other judges don't like this work. Zhen Pingwa will protect Cheng Liangjun forever."

"Everyone can criticize it, but Zhen Pingwa has no reason to criticize it. Criticizing this book is criticizing him back then.

Not only can we not criticize, we must also promote this book, as long as Zhen Pingwa does not want to bow to other literati."

Li Wanzi added that she could read it thoroughly.

Cosine pulled the keyboard and logged into Qingyuan’s official Weibo account. After a moment of contemplation, she said, “Sister Zizi, I know where Cheng Liangjun’s Qicha is.”
Chapter completed!