Wu Shuqing listened thoughtfully to the conversation between Yu Dong and Long Yingti.
During the previous phone call, Yu Dong's attitude suddenly changed when he heard about Lin Qingxuan and Long Yingti. At that time, Wu Shuqing didn't know who Yu Dong was targeting. Now it seems that Yu Dong has a problem with Long Yingti.
But what Wu Shuqing doesn't understand is, what kind of feud can Yu Dong and Long Yingti have?
Although Long Yingti does have some problems with his words and his thoughts are too Westernized, it should be the first time that Yu Dong meets Long Yingti. Furthermore, Yu Dong should not target others just because of this.
There are many people in China who have Westernized ideas, but I have never seen him target anyone.
Of course, Wu Shuqing didn't think there was anything wrong with the scene. Since it was an exchange, it was normal to have a bit of confrontation. If after a symposium, everyone said hello and I was good, then there would be no need for a symposium and just give a personal speech.
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On the other side, Xiao Lihong also looked at Yu Dong and cast a grateful look. Long Yingti just said "certain works". Although she didn't name them, she was clearly referring to her "Thousands of Rivers with Water and Thousands of Moons over the Rivers".
Although she doesn't like to argue, she is certainly grateful if someone helps her speak.
"When it comes to local literature, Mr. Wang naturally has the right to speak. The first time I had a concrete impression of local literature was due to "The Initiation". When "The Initiation" came out, I was only a teenager..."
Bi Feiyu, who had been silent at the meeting, slowly opened his mouth. He actually didn't want to talk much because he was not originally invited to today's symposium. He just came with Yu Dong and the others.
But now I couldn't help but speak, so I took the initiative to speak.
Bi Feiyu brought the topic to Wang Zengqi, and Wang Zengqi took the topic and started talking about local literature. He did not talk much about his own novels, but more about the development of local literature before 1949.
The two-hour symposium ended quickly. Everyone had a meal together at noon, and then Wu Shuqing and the others took everyone around Yanda.
During this period, many students came up to say hello, and Yu Dong and others responded one by one.
Seeing how popular Yu Dong was among the students, Long Yingti quietly asked Leng Xuejun, "Director Leng, is Yu Dong very famous here in mainland China?"
Instead, Leng Xuejun looked at Long Yingti in surprise, "Isn't Yu Dong famous on Baodao?"
Should he be famous in Baodao?
Long Yingtai just thought so, but didn't say it. She smiled and said, "I didn't pay much attention to it."
Leng Xuejun explained, "Yu Dong is not only famous in China, but also abroad. Didn't last year's movie "The Second World" break the global box office? The original work was written by Yu Dong. I heard that this year
Another movie of the same name adapted from his novel "Resident Evil" also did well at the box office, but it's a pity that it has not been released in China."
"He is a popular literature writer?"
Leng Xuejun waved his hand, "That's not true. He also has many pure literary works, such as the "Xiangxi" I introduced to you this morning. It has a strong influence in all aspects of the mainland literary world. In the past two years,
He is very active in the literary world, along with Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu, they are all in the same unit."
"Oh, I don't know much about the new writers here in mainland China."
Leng Xuejun nodded, "No wonder, he only came out a few years ago. Of the three of them, only Yu Hua came out earlier."
After walking around the school, everyone went to the reception room to sit and drink tea and chat for a while, and then it was almost time for dinner.
Because there were activities tomorrow morning, no one drank much in the evening. Even Wang Zengqi only drank a little. After all, he was old and couldn't bear to fight like this one after another.
During the meal, Xiao Lihong went to chat with Yu Dong for a while, and invited Yu Dong and the others to visit Baodao when they had time, and Yu Dong and the others readily agreed. Lin Qingxuan also chatted with Yu Dong and the others for a while, but it was just small talk.
There are no important points. Lin Qingxuan gives people the impression that he is very Buddhist, always in a daze, not knowing what he is thinking.
The meal was uneventful, and after it was over, Yu Dong and the others went directly back to the hotel.
As soon as a few people arrived in the hotel lobby, a short and fat figure suddenly jumped up to them.
"I've been waiting for you."
When Yu Dong and the others saw the person coming, they laughed, "Why are you here today?"
Mo Yan also laughed: "I took two days off and started tonight. I thought I couldn't waste it, so I came out early."
Before coming, Yu Dong and the others had made an appointment with Mo Yan. They originally agreed to meet in the afternoon next year, but now he came over in advance.
Yu Hua smiled and said, "I came just in time to gather enough people to play cards."
Mo Yan chuckled and took out two decks of cards from his pocket, "They are all ready for you."
Yu Dong nodded, "That's just right. Jiang Jie, you play with them. I'll have a rest tonight."
"Why are you resting?" Yu Hua grabbed Yu Dong, "Let's play something with lottery tickets tonight, and I'll give you money for a big guy like you."
"How big can you play?"
"How about a hundred handfuls?" Yu Hua said.
Mo Yan next to him was startled, "What? One hundred handfuls? Are you playing so big?"
Bi Feiyu laughed, "A hundred is nothing, we have played with a thousand."
"A thousand handfuls! I don't have that much money in all my possessions now. You guys are making a huge gamble."
"Ha ha."
The three of them laughed, and Yu Dong took Mo Yan's arm and said, "Let's go, you'll know in a minute."
Being pulled by Yu Hua, Mo Yan was confused along the way. He didn't know what was going on with these guys recently. They dared to play hundreds or even thousands of cards.
When they got to the room, when Yu Hua took out some 1,000 bills, Mo Yan suddenly realized, "It turns out it's... fake money."
"What fake money? This is Italian lira. It's real money, but it's not very valuable."
Yu Hua prepared a lot of lire, including a few 1,000 liras, one each for 2,000 and 5,000, and many hard pens, all with currency values ​​of 100, 200, 500, etc.
When they went to Europe before, Yu Hua noticed that coins like lira were large in denomination and not valuable, so they were very suitable for playing cards.
If you play cards with RMB, you will always feel uncomfortable throwing out a few cents. But it is different with lira. You will not feel any pain at all if you throw out a hundred cents.
Ever since they played cards with lira, Yu Hua and the others fell in love with this kind of coins, and even got some specially for playing cards.
Yu Dong thought at that time that no amount of money could be as good as Zimbabwe dollars. Throwing one trillion to one trillion dollars out would be so satisfying that it would explode.
"How much can I exchange for this one thousand?" Mo Yan asked.
"If you want to exchange it, I'll give you ten yuan if it's one thousand."
"That's not expensive."
Bi Feiyu stood aside and said, "You still want to make a profit? You only get four or five yuan for this thing."
Mo Yan looked at Yu Hua and gave him a thumbs up, "He is indeed a profiteer."
Then the four of them sat down and started playing cards.
Holding the card, Yu Hua asked about Mo Yan's new book, "What's the name of your new book?"
"Plump and fat buttocks."
"What?"
Mo Yan laughed and said, "I knew you had this reaction. The editor of the publishing house also suggested that I change it, but I still insisted on not changing it."
"Such a title will definitely be criticized. I think it is much more violent than Su Tong's "Wives and Concubines"."
Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "It's much more violent. You should be careful. After all, you are in the army. If this book causes more criticism in the future, you will not be treated well in the army."
"That's not the case," Mo Yan said with a smile, "I just think this title fits the content of what I'm writing."
Yu Dong raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yan, but said nothing.
Mo Yan's mentality is relatively stable now and he doesn't think this book has any impact on his work. But in fact, it was because of this book that Mo Yan left the army.
Of course, not only because of the title of the book, but also because after the book came out, many people criticized Mo Yan for being reactionary. Some people not only scolded Mo Yan, but also scolded the people who praised the book.
Among those who praised this book were Su Tong and Wang Zengqi.
Sometimes the literary circle is like this, with everyone scolding and criticizing each other. Red writers accuse other writers of being reactionary, and some other writers jump out and say that red writers have no bottom line and are flattering.
Yu Dong previously wrote "Death of a Widow". Some people said he was reactionary for writing "The Last City", while others said he was a flatterer. He has been labeled both, but his voice was not loud and he did not stir up much.
Waves.
Yu Hua wrote "To Live" at that time and was labeled as a reactionary. Now that "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" is released, he will definitely have to put on the label of reactionary again.
Some people criticize people because they are bad and want to make others miserable. Some people criticize people because they are stupid and believe whatever others say. Others criticize people because they are neither stupid nor bad, but because of their perspective.
different.
The first two are easy to say and can be criticized at will. The last one is difficult to characterize. If a person has participated in wars, shed blood, and made meritorious deeds, he will naturally be angry when he sees some negative images appearing in literary works.
, this is human nature.
Every era has its limitations, which are inevitable and irresistible.
So Mo Yan will definitely have to suffer, and he doesn't have to feel aggrieved. There is no scholar who has not experienced these things. Those who label him will naturally be labeled by others in various other ways. There is no one who has not experienced these things.
A kind of literature or thought can be welcomed by everyone.
"By the way, you are going to give a speech tomorrow? Have you finished writing the manuscript?"
"Absolutely." Yu Hua said.
"What is the theme of the speech?" Mo Yan asked again.
Bi Feiyu replied: "The theme is why I write."
"Why do I write?" Mo Yan nodded, "Okay, I'll go take a look tomorrow too."
"When you go, are you watching from below or from above?" Yu Hua said with a smile.
"Let's watch it from below. If I want to go up, I still have to make up a speech."
Chapter completed!