After Modiano followed his daughter into the deep space park, he was "mercilessly" abandoned by her daughter - his daughter came here to make news, and of course she had no time to accompany him.
Wu Zi walked into the Deep Space Themed Building alone, and then took the elevator up to the Literature Museum. Although today was Deep Space Company's video game theme day, Modiano was still more interested in the Literature Theme Museum.
Looking at the rows of bookshelves in the literary theme museum made him feel much better. When he was surrounded by the crowd outside just now, he could hardly breathe.
However, looking at the Chinese books on the bookshelf, he could only scratch his head. Gina was not only his daughter, but also his translator for this trip. Without translation, he would be blind.
Picking up a book from the bookshelf, Modiano tried to find some Chinese characters he knew from it. For this trip to China, he deliberately learned some Chinese characters, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find them, so he had to
Put the book back again.
Walking along the bookshelf, all the way to the back, he saw some foreign language books, in English, neon, Spanish and French. It seemed that the Deep Space Company had specially set up a foreign language section, but it was just that
There are not many books.
This is understandable. After all, in China, not many people can read books in other languages. Even if there are many foreigners among the tourists visiting this time, these foreign tourists will not come all the way to waste time to read them.
A book that can be bought everywhere in your country - except Modiano.
Modiano found a French version of "The Golden Age", then found a place nearby and read it quietly.
By the time Modiano looked up again, he had finished reading "The Golden Age".
He moved his gaze out the window, trying to adapt his eyes to the scenery beyond the book.
After a while, he turned his attention back to the "Golden Age" in his hand.
After reading this book, an idea came to his mind. People paid too much attention to YU, but not enough attention to other Chinese writers. As long as Chinese literature is mentioned, the first thing that comes to everyone's mind is YU.
As everyone knows, in addition to YU, there are many outstanding writers in contemporary China, and it is these people, together with YU, who constitute contemporary Chinese literature.
Whether it is the book "The Golden Age" he is reading now, or the "Panic Fingers" and "Alive" he has read before, they are all very excellent works, and not only are they excellent, these people have also blazed their own path, and as time goes by
As time goes by, these works will surely be remembered by the world.
…
Zhang Zuohai kept staring at the foreigner sitting across the table from him.
The southeast corner is the foreign language books area. There are relatively few people here, and most of the people who come here come here to rest for a while because there are no chairs elsewhere. There are not many people who actually read books, and there is only one foreigner.
This must be a Frenchman. He is holding a French version of "The Golden Age".
Zhang Zuohai doesn't know French, but he knows Wang Xiaobo's face. There is a photo of Wang Xiaobo on the cover of the French version of "The Golden Age".
After reading the book, the Frenchman stared out the window for a while, and then looked at the book in his hand with a sigh of relief.
Zhang Zuohai really wanted to go over and ask this Frenchman what he thought of Wang Xiaobo's works.
It's just that he doesn't speak French and is not sure whether the other party can speak Chinese, so he has been hesitant.
After hesitating for a while, Zhang Zuohai made up his mind and walked over with "Xiangxi" in hand, "Hello."
Zhang Zuohai first said "Hello" in English, and then said "Hello" in Mandarin.
Modiano glanced at Zhang Zuohai in surprise and said, "Hello."
He spoke Mandarin, a not-so-standard "Hello".
But this already surprised Zhang Zuohai, and he continued: "Sir, can we communicate in Chinese?"
Modiano frowned, then shook his head, indicating that he did not understand what Zhang Zuohai was talking about.
It turned out that Zhang Zuohai could only say "Hello", Zhang Zuohai was a little disappointed, then he pointed at the "Golden Age" in Modiano's hand and asked tentatively, "What do you think of this book?"
Although Modiano couldn't understand what Zhang Zuohai said, he still understood what Zhang Zuohai meant and nodded with a smile, "Very good."
He was speaking in French. Zhang Zuohai couldn't understand it, but he understood it - the French man gave the book a positive review.
"I also think this book is very good."
"Yes."
"This writer is very good, and his other works are also very good." Zhang Zuohai pointed to Wang Xiaobo on the cover.
Modiano nodded, "Well, he is very good, and many writers in China are very good."
Although the two couldn't understand each other's words, they communicated fairly smoothly, and what they said didn't deviate too much.
Language is not a necessary tool for communication. A look, a gesture, or a micro-expression can provide information to the other party.
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After Yu Dong went up the stairs to the southeast corner of the Literature Hall, he glanced around and saw the two people "having a great time talking".
He first recognized Zhang Zuohai, and then felt that the foreign man chatting with Zhang Zuohai looked familiar, a bit like Modiano.
But why does Modiano appear here?
Or maybe they just look alike, as many foreigners look alike.
Without thinking much, Yu Dong walked over directly. Just as he was about to say hello to Zhang Zuohai, the foreigner looked surprised and said, "Are you YU?"
Yu Dong doesn't understand French, but he can understand YU's pronunciation.
This was still a Frenchman. Yu Dong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Could it be that he was really Modiano?
Zhang Zuohai also turned around and saw Yu Dong with a surprised look on his face. His first reaction was that he did not associate Yu Dong with Lao Dong. He was just surprised that Yu Dong would appear here.
Could it be related to the Frenchman in front of me who had been chatting with him for a long time?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing the two men looking at him with bright eyes, Yu Dong decided to find out first whether the Frenchman in front of him was Modiano, and then "connect" with Zhang Zuohai.
"Modiano?" Yu Dong asked.
Modiano looked puzzled.
Yu Dong frowned and said "Modiano" several times in different accents. He really didn't know how to pronounce the name Modiano in French, so he could only touch it slowly.
Although the Chinese pronunciation of the name Modiano is very different from the French pronunciation, Yu Dong said it several times and Modiano still understood it.
"Modiano?" Modiano pointed at himself, smiled and nodded, "It's me."
Hearing that it was Modiano, Yu Dong shook hands with Modiano in surprise, "Hello, hello, I didn't expect you to come to China and come to the deep space park. You should tell us in advance...
"
Yu Dong spoke for a long time, and Modiano heard "Hello" but didn't understand anything else and looked confused.
Also looking confused was Zhang Zuohai next to him.
What day is today?
He originally made an appointment to meet with Lao Dong, but before Lao Dong came, he met Yu Dong and Modiano? And he chatted with Modiano for a long time - if gesticulating with each other can be considered chatting.
.
After Yu Dong finished speaking, he realized that there was a language barrier between him and Modiano. He quickly grabbed a staff member and said, "Hello, do you have time now? Go find someone who can speak French for me."
The staff member was stunned for a moment. Where did the boss suddenly appear from?
But he reacted quickly and said hurriedly, "Oh, okay, boss, I'll go right away."
The young man was very efficient and found someone who could speak French in less than a minute.
With the help of a translator, the communication between Yu Dong and Modiano became much easier.
The two were chatting here when someone suddenly noticed Yu Dong and slowly came over.
People like to join in the fun, and once someone joins in, more people will join in. After a while, many people were standing around Yu Dong and the others.
These people were relatively restrained, just standing by and watching and listening quietly.
Yu Dong has long been accustomed to this kind of scene, but Modiano seems to be a little uncomfortable with it. Modiano rarely appears in front of the public and is not good at dealing with strangers. He prefers oral expression to
I just communicated with Zhang Zuohai using gestures.
Not many French people can recognize Modiano, let alone the Chinese.
Yu Dong noticed that there were more and more people around him, and also noticed that Modiano was a little uncomfortable, so he invited him: "Modiano, would you like to come and sit in my office?"
Modiano nodded, he would rather go to Yu Dong's office than the increasingly noisy place here.
Seeing Modiano nod, Yu Dong made a gesture of invitation.
When the two were about to leave, Yu Dong patted his head again, turned to look at Zhang Zuohai, "Old Zhang, come here too."
"ah?"
Zhang Zuohai's entire body felt like he was in a fog. At this moment, his brain was receiving so much stimulation that it was almost impossible to move.
Seeing Zhang Zuohai's confused look, Yu Dong pointed to the "Xiangxi" in his hand and said with a smile: "Join the token."
Zhang Zuohai looked at the book in his hand and suddenly understood, but he seemed to understand even less.
It took a full five seconds for Zhang Zuohai's brain to resume functioning, and then he chased Yu Dong with the eager eyes of a melon-eating crowd.
After the three people left, the crowd started talking about it.
"Who is that Frenchman?"
"I think I heard Teacher Yu Dong say it was Modiano."
"Who is Modiano?"
"I don't know."
"Modiano is a French writer. His name is at the beginning of Wang Xiaobo's novel "Wanshou Temple"."
"Really, I didn't pay attention when I was watching it before."
"Won the Prix Goncourt for Literature."
"Oh, the Prix Goncourt!"
"Who is that Lao Zhang?"
"I don't know, he must be a great writer too."
Someone guessed, "Zhang Xianliang?"
This guess was refuted by another person, "How is that possible? Zhang Xianliang must be in his sixties or seventies. His age doesn't match up."
The man guessed again, "Is that Zhang Kangkang?"
I was retorted again, "Zhang Kangkang is a female writer."
After being refuted twice in a row, the man felt that he had lost face and argued with a red face, "Why are you so sure that the one just now is not a female writer?"
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Ah sneeze!
Zhang Zuohai, who had just caught up with Yu Dong and the others, suddenly sneezed.
Yu Dong smiled and said, "Old Zhang, it's been cold lately, so you should pay more attention to keeping warm."
"Definitely, definitely." Zhang Zuohai rubbed his nose, he was still a little uncomfortable with the fact that Old Dong was Yu Dong.
The three of them took the elevator from the theme pavilion to the basement, then went from the basement to the elevator of the main building, and then took the elevator to the top floor.
"My office rarely comes back, so it's relatively deserted. Come here..."
Yu Dong was mid-sentence when he opened the door and entered the office. Then he saw Yu Hua and others sitting around the sofa, a total of eight people.
Yu Hua, Wang Xiaobo, Bi Feiyu, Ruan Xiaohu, Tie Lin, Han Dong, Chi Zijian, Wang Anyi.
"Ahem, of course, some friends will come over occasionally."
Yu Hua and the others were chatting happily when suddenly they saw Yu Dong bringing two people in. They all became quiet and looked at Yu Dong and the others.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Modiano..."
Before Yu Dong finished speaking, Wang Xiaobo clapped his palms fiercely, "I just said he looked familiar."
Others' reactions were not as intense as Wang Xiaobo's, but they all nodded towards Modiano.
Modiano is not well-known in China now, but everyone here is a writer, so naturally they know something about this winner of the Goncourt Literary Prize, but everyone has different feelings about him.
"This is Mr. Zhang Zuohai." Yu Dong introduced Zhang Zuohai to them.
Not many people know about it now.
Only Bi Feiyu patted his head and said, "Oh, you are that Eastern scholar, right?"
Zhang Zuohai smiled and did not nod or shake his head. Although everyone on the Internet called him Dongjie, he was already used to this title, but when he was called this title in real life, and the person who called him this title
When he was still Bi Feiyu, it made him feel a little strange.
Not only him, but also Yu Dong himself felt strange.
Yu Dong introduced Yu Hua and the others to Modiano and Zhang Zuohai one by one, and then everyone took their seats.
After sitting down, Yu Dong asked, "What were you talking about just now?"
"Let's talk about you." Wang Anyi said with a smile, "After "The Curse" came out, I watched it several times. Every time I watched it, I felt different. We just sat together and had nothing else to talk about, so I proposed to chat together.
The book "Curse", I have just started talking about it, and you are here."
Tie Lin nodded and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhang is just here, so we can ask professionals for their opinions."
Zhang Zuohai quickly waved his hand and said modestly, "No, no, I am just an ordinary reader. In fact, I would also like to know what other writers think of this book."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Modiano again, "Also, what do foreign writers like Mr. Modiano think of this novel?"
After listening to the translation, Modiano said: "YU is obviously a writer who can do whatever he wants in his writing... In the literary world, there are many literary schools... Every writer will be classified into a certain school.
...But...I think...most writers actually don't want to be divided like this...I'm not saying that this kind of division is bad...I'm just talking about it from a writer's perspective...Everyone is famous
All writers will be classified into... a certain genre, but I haven't seen anyone classify YU into a genre yet. Some people said before that he was a realist... and some said he was a magical realist... or psychological
Realism,…ultimately none of these gained widespread…acceptance.”
Because he had to take into account the translation and Modiano was not quick to speak, Modiano spoke for a long time, which took several minutes. However, Yu Dong and the others were listening attentively, and no one was listening.
Chapter completed!