1980 My literary era

While Haiping's tone was deep, his mind was spinning rapidly.

what to do?

I didn’t just say that I wish I had watched it, but just said that I haven’t watched it, and these problems would disappear.

You can't tell Yu Hua directly. I read it once and didn't understand it, right?

They are all colleagues from the Cultural Center, so that’s too low of a status.

I originally planned to watch it again today, but I didn't expect this kid to ask questions while having breakfast.

Careless!

"I think it's very well written." Hai Ping decided to take a step back.

The expression on Yu Hua's face became even more excited, "Oh? Tell me, what's so good about it?"

Damn it!

Haiping could only continue to make up, "I think Teacher Lin has set a benchmark for avant-garde novels! Yu Hua, you don't want to hear this, just compare your "pioneer" with Teacher Lin, It’s not on the same level at all.”

Haiping originally thought that his words of praising Lin and disparaging Yu would make Yu Hua depressed or even angry. In this case, he would definitely not ask himself again.

But he never expected that Yu Hua's expression would actually become more and more excited. He looked so... so good. How to describe it?

Yu Hua almost had the word "shaking M" written on his face, "Aren't you talking nonsense? How can I compare with Teacher Lin? Don't just talk about these general things, talk about the specific advantages. !”

How can I know what's so good about it? They didn’t even understand it!

Haiping felt like a man who was about to hang himself but regretted it. The rope was put on and the stool was kicked off, but he regretted it in his heart.

Put me down!

"Well... I think you have to realize this kind of thing yourself. There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers. Teacher Lin's works are profound and profound. Everyone's understanding after reading them is different. What I'm talking about is just me. Personal opinions can easily affect your own judgment.”

Hearing Hai Ping's words, Yu Hua showed a thoughtful expression on his face, and then nodded and said: "What you said makes sense! I really haven't fully understood this novel yet, and it is irresponsible to communicate with everyone so rashly. I won't I’ll go back and read it a few times, and then I’ll come back to communicate with you after I’ve fully understood it.”

Haiping stared at Yu Hua's eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting over it.

But when he thought that Yu Hua had to go back and read the novel a few more times before communicating with him, he suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Damn it, is it so stressful to read Teacher Lin’s novels now?

Yanjing, in a courtyard.

Zhang Jianjun was holding the latest issue of "Youth Literature" in his hand with a dry expression on his face.

"Jianjun, I'd better stop reading it!" someone suggested below.

"Yeah, I can't even read this novel, let alone listen to it. You'd better let everyone digest it on their own."

Zhang Jianjun said stubbornly: "No. We claim to be Mr. Lin's loyal readers. If we can't even understand Mr. Lin's novels, wouldn't we make people laugh if we tell it?"

A female classmate among the crowd had a calm expression, with a kind of arrogance as if everyone was drunk and I was alone, she said calmly: "Is this novel so difficult to understand?"

Everyone looked at you angrily, don’t think that just because you are a woman, you can be so arrogant.

Seeing everyone's unfavorable expressions, the female classmate changed her words and said, "I mean, this novel is actually very easy to understand after reading it a few times."

"What Xiaolan said makes sense!" Everyone agreed with the girl's statement.

If you don't understand the novel, it must not be a problem with your IQ, but because you have read it too few times.

"I'll buy another one later." Someone muttered.

In the 1980s, the price of most magazines was between 50 cents and one yuan. For ordinary students, buying magazines was still a financially stressful thing. After all, it was impossible for everyone to read only one magazine a month.

So it became common for many classmates and friends to buy a magazine or a book together.

There were only two books in this issue of "Youth Literature" in the reading group. Everyone had taken turns reading them according to the previous rules.

But this time the situation is a bit special. Many people didn’t understand it after reading it once. How ridiculous. When did reading novels become such a brain-burning thing?

Whether it is really to understand the content of this novel, or not to be embarrassed in front of peers and classmates, everyone is fully motivated to buy another "Youth Literature".

I still don’t believe it. I’ve been hiding in bed watching him for a week. How can I not understand?

Many people have this mentality.

Chinese Literature Society, back building, "Contemporary" editorial department.

There were more manuscripts on Zhu Changsheng's desk, but at this time he did not notice the movement of Yao Shuzhi's pile of manuscripts, and his attention was completely focused on the magazine in his hand.

Zhu Changsheng's eyes left the last page of the novel, and his heart was filled with an unspeakable shock. He was shocked by the difficulty of reading the novel "Chasing the Murderer" through flashbacks and looping narratives. He was even more shocked by the way this novel integrated narrative. , structure, and connotation are so perfectly integrated.

Especially when he saw the protagonist Zou Zhengdao in the novel standing in front of the mirror and realizing that he was the criminal, the shock hit him even more. All the previous contradictions, doubts, and ignorance were released at this moment.

He also deeply felt the torture and despair Zou Zhengdao faced at the last moment.

This ending for the people is so wonderful!

Such a blank space is simply wonderful!

Zhu Changsheng's inner excitement was beyond words. He stood up loudly, startling Yao Shuzhi who had just stacked the manuscript.

The two looked at each other, and Yao Shuzhi asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Changsheng did not answer her words, but walked straight to Lin Weimin and said in a somewhat proud tone: "I understand!"

Lin Weimin raised his head and looked at him blankly.

"Do you understand? What do you understand?"

Zhu Changsheng looked at Lin Weimin's expression and then realized what he was saying. He accidentally said what was in his heart. His face looked a little embarrassed, and he waved his hands and said, "Nothing, nothing."

She was about to walk back, but she didn't want to be blocked by Yao Shuzhi. At this time, she happened to be holding the "Youth Literature" he had just put on the table.

Yao Shuzhi asked with great interest: "Changsheng, have you been reading this "Youth Literature" all day?"

Zhu Changsheng hesitated, "With so many works, it will definitely take some time!"

"Isn't it right? Why do I think you've been reading Weimin's novel all day?"

Zhu Changsheng's face became even more embarrassed, "For the People... this novel is so well written!"

Shaking the magazine in her hand, Yao Shuzhi asked: "Then you've finished reading, can you lend it to me?"

Zhu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "After reading it, you can take it and read it."

After get off work, colleagues are busy packing their things.

Yao Shuzhi sat at her desk, unmoved, her eyes fixed on the "Youth Literature" in her hand, her brows furrowed.

"Shu Zhi, aren't you off work yet?" Liu Yin asked.

Yao Shuzhi's eyes were on the magazine and she said, "Oh, let's go now, let's go now."

Saying this, until the last person in the office was gone, Yao Shuzhi still sat motionless in her seat.

With no one in the office, she could finally remove her expression and distorted her face.

"This novel...why is it so ugly?"

At this time, Zhu Changsheng, who was picking up his bike in the shed, glanced at the only bicycle left in the shed, and felt a sense of intellectual superiority in his heart.

After work, Lin Weimin rode his motorcycle to No. 26 Yonghegong Street.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

After entering Shi Tiesheng's house, Lin Weimin asked: "How are the preparations?"

"How about what?" Shi Tiesheng asked.

"Let's go to Yantai. We'll be leaving in two days."

Shi Tiesheng patted the armrest of the wheelchair with a generous and hearty smile, "It's enough to have this old man by my side!"

His words were full of freedom and ease, which made Lin Weimin feel inferior.

"Wei Min is here. How about having some food at home tonight?" Father Shi came over and said.

Lin Weimin nodded, "Okay, thank you uncle."

Father Shi smiled and nodded, then went to prepare dinner.

"Where's Shi Lan? Isn't it summer vacation?" Lin Weimin asked.

Shi Tiesheng said helplessly: "It's crazy to go out. You won't have a home when you go to school, and you won't have a home during the holidays either."

While the two were talking, they heard Shi Lan and Shi's father talking in the courtyard. They must have just returned.

"Brother Lin!" Shi Lan entered the room and greeted Lin Weimin.

"Well. What are you doing today?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Went to participate in the book club organized by our classmates."

When it came to this topic, Shi Lan was a little excited and said to Shi Tiesheng: "Brother, thanks to you for explaining Brother Lin's "Chasing the Murderer" to me. Today I went to a reading group and someone recited a passage from it. Everyone Everyone said they couldn’t understand the novel.”

Shi Lan said this with a bright smile on his face, a little proud.

Shi Tiesheng said: "The novel "Chasing the Murderer" is indeed not easy to understand, but if you read it a few times with your heart, it will not be difficult to understand."

Shi Tiesheng sits in a wheelchair all day long, and the most important thing he does every day is writing and thinking. Calming down is a daily routine for him, but it is not an easy task for many young people with wandering minds.

"Why isn't it difficult?" Shi Lan complained to Lin Weimin again: "Brother Lin, why is your novel so difficult to understand?"

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "In fact, it is not difficult to understand. It is very important to calm down and read. More importantly, you must have a sense of pictures in your mind."

"Picture sense?" Shi Lan looked puzzled.

Lin Weimin patiently explained: "The meaning represented by words is abstract. In comparison, it is easier for people to understand pictures. Therefore, when reading literary works, it is the easiest way to understand abstract words into pictures."

Shi Lan nodded seriously after hearing this, "Then I will try your method from now on."

Lin Weimin chuckled and said: "You can try, but this ability is more innate."

Shi Lan said coquettishly: "Brother Lin, are you saying I'm stupid?"

"He's not saying you're stupid, he's saying he's smart!" Shi Tiesheng laughed.

Shi Lan wrinkled his nose and said, "You are so narcissistic!"

The two grown men laughed.

Second update, that’s all for today.

Originally, I asked for a monthly pass at the end of the month, and I should have updated it more, but I haven't felt very good these past two days. There are some places that could be written better.

I have to spend a few days sorting out the outline and information, so in the next few days, I will temporarily guarantee a minimum of 6,000 for two updates. When I recover a little, I will add another 10,000.