"You should avoid gambling like this."
The next morning, Yu Dong and the four of them stood at the door of the hotel and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Last night, they originally thought that they would end the game after a while, but they got addicted while playing. The losers wanted to win back their money, and the winners wanted to win more.
In fact, there was not much win or loss. At the end of the game, Yu Dong lost the most. The money he lost was only more than 60 RMB when converted into RMB.
Although sixty yuan is not a small amount in this era, it is not much for them, not to mention that the second place Bi Feiyu only lost more than twenty yuan.
The main reason was that they were addicted to poker, and Yu Dong asked to end it several times, but they refused to do so, and it was not until after two o'clock that the party ended.
Yu Hua looked at the time and waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll invite you all to have breakfast."
“The boss is awesome.”
Can you not be proud? Last night, he won a big win, more than one hundred yuan.
"Haha, this is called taking from the people and using it for the people."
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After breakfast, a few people wandered to Yanda.
When I came back today, naturally no one picked me up, so they walked slowly to the reception room by themselves.
As soon as they arrived, Wu Shuqing and the others walked out of the reception room. When they saw them, they smiled and said, "We were asking why you guys haven't come yet. We just happened to go there together. Hey, Mo Yan, you're here too?"
Mo Yan smiled and greeted Wu Shuqing and Wang Zengqi, "Principal Wu, Mr. Wang."
"Mo Yan, you're here too." Wang Zengqi said with a smile.
Wang Zengqi and Mo Yan have known each other for some time. When Mo Yan was still studying in the Department of Military Literature, Wang Zengqi gave them lectures. Later, "Transparent Carrot" was published, and Feng Mu, the editor-in-chief of "Chinese Writers" also opened
A seminar on this novel was held, and Wang Zengqi also attended.
"Mo Yan, you are here just in time. You will also come on stage to say a few words today." Wu Shuqing said.
Mo Yan waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'm not prepared at all."
"It's okay, it's okay, just say a few words, don't worry about the subject."
Yu Hua smiled and said, "We told him last night about the theme of today's speech, no problem."
Yu Dong also echoed: "Yes, he is still prepared."
"Okay, okay, Mo Yan, please stop being modest. It's not a serious speech, just have a casual chat."
Everyone tried to persuade him, and Mo Yan nodded in agreement.
Giving speeches is nothing to Mo Yan. After all, he has worked as a propaganda officer, so he has no problem with his words.
On the way to the grand dining room, Wu Shuqing joked, "This symposium has brought a lot of unexpected rewards. First we welcomed Bi Feiyu, and now we welcome Mo Yan."
"Accidents are bound to happen. As for the gains, Principal Wu really praised me." Bi Feiyu said modestly.
"Haha, you are too modest. Let's go there quickly. The students must be waiting impatiently too."
When they arrived at the large dining room, everyone realized that today's battle was even bigger than yesterday's. Not only was it crowded with people, but there was also a group of people blocking the door. Some students brought long benches and placed them across the door and stood on the benches.
Get up on your feet and look inside.
Leng Xuejun quickly ran over and patted the calves on the bench one by one.
"Come down, come down, it's too dangerous."
The students were looking inside when someone patted their calves from behind, so they turned their heads impatiently. When they saw Leng Xuejun, they jumped down and stood in a row.
"Hello, Director Leng."
When Yu Dong and the others approached, Leng Xuejun said with some embarrassment, "These are all students from the Chinese Department."
Wu Shuqing looked at them and said sincerely: "I can understand why you students want to watch the symposium, but you must pay attention to safety when moving and never put yourself in danger. Besides, there are so many people on site, if something happens
What kind of things would involve other students?"
"I understand, principal."
Wu Shuqing nodded and said to Leng Xuejun, "Xuejun, you and other teachers can help maintain order. After all, it's been a long time in the dining room. If something happens, it won't be good."
"OK."
Immediately, Wu Shuqing took Yu Dong and the others into the large dining room and came to the stage in the west.
Wu Shuqing first made an opening statement to ask the students to maintain order as much as possible, and then introduced Mo Yan to the students.
Upon hearing that Mo Yan was here, the students who had been sitting down or squatting stood up again, wanting to see what Mo Yan looked like.
Wu Shuqing had to shout again, "Everyone, sit down."
With a roar, everyone sat down again.
Yu Dong smiled and said, "The students of Yan University are still well-trained."
Wang Zengqi chuckled and said, "At least in this big dining room, I'm still good at it."
Wu Shuqing covered the phone and turned around, "Mr. Wang, Yu Dong, please stop making fun of us. What do you think, which one of you will start first?"
Wang Zengqi glanced at Yu Dong and the others and said, "I'll go first and let them calm down. I think they probably went back for extra food last night, and they're not in a good state of mind right now."
Hearing Wang Zengqi's joke, Yu Dong and the others were a little embarrassed. They couldn't say they were too late to play cards last night, right?
In fact, it was originally decided that Wang Zengqi would be the first, but he was just joking by the way.
Logically speaking, Wang Zengqi is the oldest and must be ranked at the back. However, today's situation is a bit special. There are writers from both sides of the Taiwan Strait present. It may not be appropriate to rank based on seniority.
So let's just let Wang Zengqi, the most respected old gentleman who has attended exchange meetings in Baodao before, be in the front.
After he finished speaking, he let several writers from Baodao speak. After they finished speaking, it was the turn of Yu Dong and others.
When Wang Zengqi got the microphone, he didn't need to make any preparations. No one was making any sound, and everyone was listening quietly.
Students at Yanda, especially those in the Chinese Department, all know that Mr. Wang’s classes are excellent.
Wang Zengqi smiled and said, "I'm humble enough to share with you something. What a person will do later must be closely related to his childhood. The place where I lived the longest is called Dongtou in Gaoyou.
The streets are East Street and Renmin Road. Our front door and back door..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As soon as the old gentleman opened his mouth, he was full of life.
He didn't mention a word about his works. He only talked about the rice shops and charcoal shops in his hometown market town, the couplets on the doors of traditional Chinese medicine shops, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and drinking and drinking tea.
When his speech ended, he didn't say a word about why he wrote, but after listening to it, everyone seemed to understand why he wrote.
Perhaps, for her, writing is just like what he said, it has been integrated into his daily life, or maybe the reason why he writes is just to record his daily life.
By the time he finished speaking, everyone was still confused.
Yu Dong and the others also had five senses of hearing.
However, with Wang Zengqi in front, it was difficult for the others to perform.
Several writers from Baodao were quite well prepared. They all prepared speech scripts and read them with great emotion.
Long Yingtai was probably talking about how he was inspired by literature, and how he eventually embarked on the path of literature if he fell in love with literature because of it.
Xiao Lihong was similar, but she also talked about some of her childhood experiences and her mental journey when writing "Thousand Rivers".
Lin Qingxuan talked about his worship to Buddha.
Among the three, although Lin Qingxuan speaks the most Buddhist terms, he is also the most interesting.
But no matter what they said, they all said it honestly.
Until Yu Hua came here, his painting style changed drastically.
Yu Hua held the microphone in a nonchalant manner, as if chatting with friends, and said, "The reason I embarked on the path of writing is actually very simple and somewhat utilitarian..."
"I had my teeth extracted on the first day I went to work. I took my old doctor to take a look at me, and then he gave me the pliers directly. Come on, you pull it out, and I went to pull it out. Since then, I have had five extractions.
Nian Ya..."
"Sometimes I stand in front of the window and see people from the cultural center next door wandering around on the street all day long. I ask them, why don't you work and wander around all day long? They tell me that this is their job. At that time, I
I thought, this is a good job."
When Yu Hua said this, laughter burst out from below.
"Later I wrote a novel and published it, and I entered the cultural center as I wished. I was two hours late on my first day of work, but when I went to work, I discovered that I was the first one to arrive. At that time, I felt that this was the right place for me to come to work.
Already."
"Hahaha!"
The laughter became louder now, and even Wu Shuqing and Wang Zengqi on the stage laughed.
While laughing, Wu Shuqing was also sighing, Yu Hua really has a talent for writing. Although he said it lightly, Wu Shuqing knew that a person who had never written a novel could publish it in "Yenjing Literature" after thinking about it by himself.
It is not easy to come to Yanjing to revise a novel at public expense.
By the time Yu Hua finished speaking, he was already laughing.
Next came Bi Feiyu. His speech was not very funny, but it was also very special because his literary path was actually started by a history teacher.
"It may not be accurate to say that it started. It should be said that the history teacher fertilized my virgin land of literature. He was obviously a history teacher. Instead of assigning historical questions, he assigned a literary question..."
After Bi Feiyu finished speaking, when Mo Yan began to speak, the students' smile points that had just been sealed were opened again.
There were two stages in why Mo Yan embarked on the literary path. In the first stage, when he was a child, he heard people say that writers make a lot of money, and that a certain writer in the city ate dumplings every day.
"You know, at that time we could only eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but writers could eat dumplings every day. At that time, I felt that being a writer was the happiest job in the world."
"Later, when I really started writing, it was because I wanted to buy a new pair of leather shoes..."
In fact, this kind of thing itself is not funny, but no one thought that a writer would be so "utilitarian" when he embarked on the literary path. This sharp contrast, coupled with Mo Yan's humorous narrative techniques, made things very interesting.
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After everyone in front had finished speaking, it was finally Yu Dong's turn.
Everyone was staring at Yu Dong, wanting to see if Yu Dong would be as interesting as Yu Hua and others when he embarked on the literary path.
But the result was destined to disappoint them, because the reason why Yu Dong embarked on the literary path was boring.
"Literature is a very daily thing for me, and I think it is the same for everyone. It has no special relationship with everyone. Even if you only go to elementary school, you will be exposed to literature. So for me
It is a natural thing to embark on the path of writing..."
Yu Dong paused and was about to continue talking when suddenly there was a sound of something breaking above his head, and then several unknown objects fell from the ceiling and hit the stage behind Yu Dong.
Objects scattered on the stage and made noises, along with the crowd's exclamations.
Wu Shuqing was startled and hurried to check. It turned out that clods of soil from the ceiling had loosened and fallen.
He said with lingering fear, "Just a little bit."
Yu Dong, who was closest to the clods, just glanced at the clods on the ground lightly, and then looked up at the ceiling.
As he stared at the ceiling, others also followed suit. After a while, the students below were all staring at the ceiling.
After a while like this, the students were curious, why was Yu Dong staring at the ceiling? Is it because a clod of soil just fell down? Then he wouldn't have been staring at it for so long, right?
For three minutes, some people's necks felt sore, but they were reluctant to look away from the ceiling for fear of missing something.
At this time, Yu Dong took the microphone and asked, "What are you looking at?"
The students below were all stunned: What?
Shouldn't we ask you this, what are you looking at? It's because you are looking at it, that's why we are looking at it.
Chapter completed!