After a lapse of twelve years, there was nothing special about holding the Writers' Congress again.
Many people had not attended the last meeting, and those who had attended had almost forgotten it. Everything unfolded according to a fixed process.
Except for the leader's speech on the first day, everyone read it in meetings and listening to reports in the next four days.
In fact, these meetings had little to do with Yu Dong and others. There was neither literary discussion nor academic exchange.
It was no surprise that Mr. Ba Jin was re-elected as the chairman of the Chinese Writers Association. Because it was no surprise, no one cared about it. On the contrary, Ma Feng and other fourteen people were elected as vice-chairmen, which attracted even more attention.
After the five-day meeting ended, Yu Dong and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After leaving the conference hall, Yu Dong, Yu Hua and the others discussed their itinerary in Yanjing for the next two days.
After finally coming to Yanjing, I naturally wanted to do more things.
What Yu Dong wants to do is to go to Yan Normal University to see his teacher first, and then to meet Wang Xiaobo. If there is still time, he will go to meet Zhao Baogang, Feng Yuanyi and Zhen Yunlong.
The few people had just taken a few steps when Jiang Zilong, the newly appointed chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, stopped them.
"Guys, do you have time to chat?"
Jiang Zilong stood in front of Yu Dong and the others. He was in his fifties, with ridges on his face. His expression was serious when he spoke, and the sides of his mouth were curved downward. His face gave people a very unpleasant feeling.
Han Shaogong followed Yu Dong and the others, looked at Jiang Zilong in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Is Chairman Jiang looking for us, or one of us?"
Jiang Zilong laughed, he should be smiling, but the smile still didn't look friendly, because the grooves on his face were too deep, like chains tying up the smile.
"If you all have time, I naturally hope that we can chat together."
Facing Jiang Zilong's invitation, Yu Dong and the others could not refuse, so they nodded in agreement, and then everyone walked towards the restaurant.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Jiang Zilong asked someone to find an empty table and everyone sat down.
After sitting down, Jiang Zilong spoke first, "The meetings over the past few days must have been a bit of a torment for some of you."
Su Tong smiled and replied, "Chairman Chiang was joking. It is our honor to be able to attend the Writers' Congress. Only on days like this can we see so many outstanding writers at once. This meeting also made us
I benefited a lot, especially Chairman Chiang’s closing speech, which really expressed everyone’s feelings.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Dong, as his junior brother, followed up and said: "Yes, we are happy to have successfully held this literary event at the turn of the century, but at the same time we feel tremendous pressure. We have a long and splendid history, and we live in
In an era when China has attracted the attention of the world, we have a strong team of three generations of writers, old, middle and young, creating literary masterpieces for generations and opening a new chapter in literary history. We have an unshirkable responsibility and a long way to go."
What Yu Dong and Su Tong said was a summary and analysis of Jiang Zilong's closing speech. After listening to it, Jiang Zilong was relieved, but his expression was still serious.
He nodded and said, "The reason why I stopped a few of you is to say this. When it comes to opening a new chapter in the history of Chinese literature, I think you young writers cannot be ignored."
Han Shaogong smiled and said: "Chairman Chiang, I am not young anymore."
"You are still young in your early forties." Jiang Zilong continued: "Actually, I stopped you because of another thing. Your works have received some criticism before. In fact, it is normal. After a work is written, if it is not
It is not normal to receive criticism, so I think that even if you receive some criticism, you should not take it to heart, but just do your own thing peacefully. Even if you go back twenty years, this kind of criticism will still be there.
It’s impossible to hit someone, and today, it’s even more impossible.”
Yu Dong and the others looked at each other and thought to themselves that Chairman Chiang stopped them just to comfort them.
When Jiang Zilong said such words, Yu Dong could understand but was also surprised.
I understand because Jiang Zilong did have the same experience. Starting from the 1970s, Jiang Zilong basically wrote a work and was criticized from top to bottom.
The surprise is because Jiang Zilong doesn't seem like a person who can comfort others.
But he did come to comfort me.
Before Dong Yi and others could express their gratitude, Jiang Zilong added, "The evaluation of the Lu Xun Literature Award will begin next year."
This unprovoked sentence left Yu Dong and the others confused.
Jiang Zilong smiled and stood up, "Although the representative meeting is over, I still have some official duties to attend to, so I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you. If you don't leave in the next two days, I'll treat you to a meal later."
After that, he took his leave.
After Jiang Zilong left, Yu Hua touched his chin and looked at Han Shaogong with confusion: "Teacher Jiang stopped us just to say these words? Mr. Jiang, do you know what the special meaning is?"
Among them, Han Shaogong had the deepest relationship with the Writers' Association, and he was also the most familiar with Jiang Zilong, so Yu Hua asked him, thinking that he might know more information.
Han Shaogong shook his head, "I'm also confused. I can understand what he said before. Why did he suddenly talk about the Lu Xun Literature Award in the end? This is not the same as what he said before. I also want to ask you
Well, is there something between you that I don’t know about?”
"You don't even know, and we don't even know," Su Tong said.
"Don't think about it if you don't know. What are your plans for the past two days? I'll treat you to dinner tonight? I haven't had a good drink these past few days because I have a meeting." Han Shaogong said.
"When can't you drink? Aren't you going to Jinling at the end of the year? Then let Yu Dong be the host and we'll have a good drink with you." Yu Hua said with a smile.
Yu Dong rolled his eyes, "If you want a favor, just ask for it yourself, don't rely on me every time."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's not that I don't want to invite you, the main reason is that in Jinling, you are the host, and it's not our turn to invite you, right?"
"What do you mean I am the host? You are not?"
Yu Hua clapped his fingers and said, "Come on, let me do the math for you. I'm from Zhejiang Province, Mo Yan is from Gaomi, Su Tong is from Sushi, Feiyu didn't come, even if he came, he's still from Yangzhou. You
Well, although I am from Shanghai, Teacher Cheng is from Jinling."
Listening to Yu Hua's calculations one by one, Yu Dong waved his hand helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll be your host when you come to Jinling. You've been blackmailing me anyway."
Han Shaogong listened to their argument and waved his hands: "It's still early to go to Jinling, but it's better to drink sooner rather than later. Anyway, you have nothing else to do today, so why not have a drink first."
Mo Yan, who had been silent until now, suddenly said, "It's nothing."
Yu Dong glanced at Mo Yan. This seemingly honest person was actually very bad. He must have wanted to drink, so he "timely" indicated that he could go to the banquet.
Yu Hua and Su Tong also continued, "I have something to do tomorrow, but nothing to do tonight."
Han Shaogong nodded, "That's it, let's drink tonight, but who will be the host? According to what Yu Hua just said, should Mo Yan be the host? After all, Mo Yan, you have stayed in Yanjing the longest.
You should be the host here."
Mo Yan nodded calmly, "It's not impossible to say that I am the host. But if you want to say that I am the host, you are completely wrong. Really speaking, it should be Yu Dong and Su Tong.
But unlike me who studied at Yan Normal University, I spent most of my time in the army."
Seeing the fire burning on his body, Su Tong quickly said: "Although we are also studying at Yan Normal University, Yu Dong is an outstanding student in our Chinese Department, which is incomparable. Dean Hu of our college is waiting for Yu Dong."
He is no different from his own son, and it is totally unreasonable to say that he is not the host."
Yu Dong pursed his lips, and after going around and around, it finally ended up on his head.
"Okay, I won't invite you all alone. Let's invite a few friends and let's go out for a good meal in the evening."
Yu Dong said he wanted to treat him, and of course they had no objection to who he wanted to invite.
At first I said I wanted to call a few more friends, but I couldn't hold back the call anymore.
Wang Anyi, Tie Lin, Zhao Lihong... you can call them whatever you want, but they are twenty people younger.
Everyone didn't go anywhere else, so they booked a large private room in the hotel where they were staying.
When nearly twenty writers sit together, it is inevitable that they will talk about literature.
Although this writer's representative meeting was held lively and the reports at the meeting were very beautiful, many writers were still a little worried about the situation of writers.
Zhao Lihong is one of them.
"Ten years ago, everyone thought it was the golden age of new era literature, with many works and many readers, and everything was prosperous. But only ten years later, the situation has changed. Nowadays, writers are producing fewer and fewer works, and readers are
There are also fewer and fewer novels, and they are slowly being marginalized."
When he said this, Zhao Lihong looked at Yu Dong and the others: "Yu Dong and the others have performed very well in the past few years. It seems that a new wave of prosperity will appear. But a kind of collective prosperity is difficult for a few people to achieve."
I think it was not the writers who created the Golden Age, but the Golden Age that created a group of writers, including me. We are writers in history, but history is not the history of our writers."
Su Tong said: "Good things and emotional things transcend time. Reading them one or two thousand years later can also evoke emotional memories. Today's literature is becoming more and more marginal and losing readers because many works have no
Providing history has neither personal nor collective memory. Literature retains time and memory, which is a writer's attitude towards history."
"I don't quite agree with what Su Tong said." Han Shaogong said, "There are only two kinds of history for writers. One is the history of the revolutionary stage, which is rare. A writer is so lucky to encounter this era. Everyone here
Many writers have caught up with a small tail. In fact, more historical stages are a kind of cumulative work. What we are facing today may be a dull beginning of literature. Of course, this also means that we can do a lot of work. If literature
If it is long-lasting, it does not necessarily need to provide history.”
After Han Shaogong finished speaking, he looked at Su Tong, waiting for him to retort, but Su Tong held his chin and did not speak.
On the other side, Tie Lin said: "Su Tong has a saying that I very much agree with. Literature retains time and memory, which is a writer's attitude towards history. What I understand by this sentence is that we are not history.
Scientists do not need to record history, but the words we write will definitely show the history we live in. But Chairman Han’s words are also very reasonable. Most of the historical period is a kind of accumulation work. "
Tielin has just been promoted to Vice Chairman of the Chinese Writers Association this time. Although everyone does not care about their official positions on such occasions, she still has to pay attention to the unity of writers, so she will say some balanced words appropriately.
Then, she looked at Yu Dong again: "Yu Dong, what do you think?"
Although Yu Dong is the youngest among everyone here, the host of this dinner is Yu Dong, who has become famous in the literary world in recent years, especially in going abroad, so it is appropriate to ask him to come out and say a few words.
Caught by Tie Lin, Yu Dong did not give in. He nodded and said: "I agree with Su Tong's statement that writers need to provide history, and I also agree with Mr. Shao's statement that today's literature may be in a dull beginning period. But I am a more pragmatic person, no matter what
In this way, what we writers need to do now is to let more people see our works. I have always believed that no matter what period it is, there is no shortage of good works in China, and China’s good works will also be popular in the world.
Good work.”
"You mean we have to work hard to go abroad?" Zhao Lihong asked.
Yu Dong shook his head, "Teacher Zhao, you misunderstood me. I mean, we can go abroad, rather than going abroad as our goal. I say this to give you some confidence. Our Chinese culture
, literature, there are still many things worth exploring. Readers don’t like to read anymore. There are reasons for writers, reasons for readers, and reasons for the times, but this will all pass. All we have to do is calm down.
Creation. Even if it is true as the boatman said, now is the stage of settling, then what we have to do is to settle, not leave and give up."
Zhao Lihong did not raise any questions this time, but in his heart he still believed that Yu Dong was somewhat idealistic. In other words, Yu Dong was favored by readers because of his popular works, which made Yu Dong think that the decline of literature could be easily reversed.
In fact, this is a misunderstanding of Yu Dong.
Yu Dong knows better than anyone how difficult it is to reverse the decline.
But precisely because of this, Yu Dong understood that if he did not do something, but just went with the flow and went with the flow, then the decline of Chinese literature would be even more difficult to reverse.
Moreover, his efforts in the past few years have yielded some results, which has given him more confidence in what he wants to do.
As long as the writers in front of him can hold on, he will have the confidence to accomplish what he wants to do.
Seeing that no one spoke again, Yu Dong said with a smile: "On behalf of Deep Space Company, I sincerely extend an invitation to you for this year's Deep Space Annual Meeting. I believe that as long as you have your support, our Deep Space Company can overcome all difficulties.
Chapter completed!