The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 282, time is bleak, dare not forget (please subscribe!)

  The old king of Beijing talked eloquently in the newspapers and made a lot of nonsense.

   He said disdainfully: "As we all know, both the Nobel Prize in Literature and the Mao Dun Literature Prize are keen on those works with grand narratives, which must involve factors such as human nature, freedom, society, and the background of major historical eras.

   Regarding this point, in fact, for the Chinese literary world, it has long been a tradition. It has a deep historical origin in our country. In ancient times, there was a literary and social function of "literature to carry the Tao", not to mention in the modern times full of utilitarian thinking?

   It can be said that "literature conveys the truth" is the most mainstream aesthetic attitude of the public towards literary works.

   And March's new book "Hidden" seems to be contrary to this popular aesthetic mentality. This work is rather like a character biography history book, which tells the different work experiences and life outcomes of different characters.

   Of course, there are also specific historical backgrounds and human factors, but it seems that the response is not as strong as that of "Ordinary World". To put it simply, I classify it as the popular literature of storytelling.

   And the story of popular literature, I love Jin Yong's martial arts more, why should I look at your "lurking"?

   So in my opinion, this is another book that the writer slapped the toilet in March. "

   After reading this comment, Zhang Xuan was very angry and very upset!

   There was even an urge to go directly to the capital to fight with Lao Wang on the spot.

   But after the anger, Zhang Xuan calmed down again.

   He sat on the sofa doing self-reflection.

  Although this old king of the capital speaks extremely unpleasantly, he runs the train with his **** mouth full of nonsense.

   But one sentence is still very true.

   That is, "lurking" has opened up a new field, which is indeed contrary to traditional literature, and this is where other people in the newspaper criticized "lurking", and even attacked "lurking" as a weakness. .

   For this point, Zhang Xuan has basically no way of defending.

  Because of the birth of a new thing, it often means change, and some people like it very much.

   There are also people who are very disliked and very disgusted.

This can be seen from the attacking remarks made by a well-known writer surnamed Zhao in Shaanxi Province. People put it bluntly: This is a popular novel. Disrespectful, disrespectful to the classics.

   As for going against the public's aesthetic mentality, Zhang Xuan doesn't care so much, and he doesn't need to say much. After all, the market is there, and 500,000 books are not bought by himself.

   Even if you want to brush the bills, 500,000 copies, your family can't afford it.

   Just when he was exalting himself, when his life was elusive, Zhang Xuan was awakened by the old king of Beijing and the old Zhao of Shaanxi, like a blow to the head.

   He was patient, and re-read dozens of newspapers.

   found that as many people like it, as many people hate it.

   Zhang Xuan took a pen and paper and made rough statistics, 70% of the praise and 30% of the criticism.

   And this time is different from the previous "Wind Sound", no matter whether it is praised or criticized, the ones who end up are big celebrities.

   Speech is logically based.

   Yes, even if it is criticism, people also talk about the logical basis.

  Although a little jealous and jealous of his peers, it still represents the voice and opinions of a person after all.

   Calm down and read the criticism, three hours have passed.

   Putting the newspaper aside, Zhang Xuan got up and rubbed his temples, feeling his head swell.

  Do you want to go out for a walk and get some ventilation?

   Looking at the sunset outside, with this thought, Zhang Xuan was ready to move.

  Change shoes, go out, go downstairs.

   Glancing under the eaves, I didn't find Lao Deng enjoying the cool air. I felt a little lost and didn't even want to talk to anyone.

   I don’t know why, but after extreme excitement, there is extreme emptiness. Right now I always feel empty and a little lonely.

   He was thinking, should the literary road come to this point, should we continue?

  If you go on, what should you write in your next work?

   You can’t always write about spy photos, you have to transform.

   is like the "sea of ​​life" in Mecca.

   Thinking of "the sea of ​​life", Zhang Xuan's little heart beat again uncontrollably.

   Ouch, **** greed.

   What a sin.

   may be the reason for the summer vacation, there are not many people on campus.

   Occasionally, some teachers or family members get together to take children or practice qigong.

   Watching the scene of a bunch of old grandpas and old aunts meditating cross-legged from a distance, Zhang Xuan was speechless.

   His gaze raged in the crowd, and he found Lao Deng's mother, Professor Shen.

   In just one year, Professor Shen has changed. The long hair is gone, the white hair is gone, and the short black hair is neat, and people in their 60s are suddenly much younger.

  If you don't know her background, some people will believe her if she is 50 years old.

   Knowing the essence and future destiny of qigong, Zhang Xuan shook his head after looking at it for a few minutes, losing interest.

   Zhongda University in August, with plenty of sunshine and cool night breeze, walking on the tree-lined path can always smell the faint fragrance of jasmine and hibiscus.

   In the elongated sunset, flocks of migratory birds are migrating.

   For some reason, he looked at the migratory birds in the sky, and suddenly wanted Mi Jian very much at this moment, thinking about Mi Jian's plain white appearance.

  Thinking of Mi Jian, I couldn't help but think of the scene of the tomb sweeping.

   Time is bleak, but tears are still clear.

   Damn, I want to burst into tears again.

   touched his body and found that he did not have a calling card.

   Needless to say, Zhang Xuan turned around, walked through the south gate, and found a grocery store.

   The owner of this shop is very familiar to him. He was introduced to him by Lao Deng when the school started last year.

   As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Xuan said directly: "Boss, make a call."

   Seeing it was him, the store owner adjusted the fan to a state of shaking his head and said with a smile, "Use whatever you want."

   Dial and wait.

   Just one ring and the call was answered.

   "Hello, Zhang Xuan." It was Mi Jian's voice.

   Zhang Xuan was a little surprised and joked: "Did you know that I was coming and waited for my call?"

  Mi smiled and explained, "I just called you to rent a house."

   Zhang Xuan asked happily: "Look for me?"

"Um."

  Mi responded and said, "I sent you some paper-wrapped candies a while ago, did you receive them?"

   Zhang Xuan said no, and asked, "How much did you send?"

  Mi Jian said: "One pound is sent in the form of a package through the post office."

   Zhang Xuan said: "Then I'll go to the post office later. Um, the post office may be closed now. I'll go check it out tomorrow morning."

  Mi agreed and asked him, "Are you coming back for summer vacation?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "I want to come back, waiting for someone."

   As for who he was waiting for, he didn't say anything, she knew it, and she didn't ask any further questions.

   At this moment, Zhang Xuan suddenly said, "Mi Jian, I miss you."

  Mijian used his fingers to hook the small strands of hair on his face behind his ears.

   After a few seconds.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Are you still there?"

  Mijian replied: "Yes."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "You still owe me a meal, do you remember?"

   Remembering the scene where he was dead skinned, Mi Jian also had a faint smile on his face and said, "Remember, don't dare to forget, otherwise you will be endless."

   "Really, is there such a thing, I'm not that kind of person, don't frame me."

   shamelessly proved his innocence, Zhang Xuan said, "When I come back, you invite me to dinner."

   Rice sees good.

   After chatting for more than 20 minutes, at the end of the call, Zhang Xuan reiterated his old story: "When you invite me to dinner, remember to wear white clothes. I like the way you wear white clothes."

   just hung up the phone.

   Because he knew that the current Mi Jian would not respond to him verbally.

  If you want Mijian to make progress, if you want Mijian to take the initiative slowly, hey, there is still a long way to go

   But he is not in a hurry, some things have to be tasted slowly before they can taste, only then will they feel beautiful and cherished more and more.

  If you are in a hurry, it is not so perfect.

   Putting the receiver back, Zhang Xuan took out the money and asked, "Boss, how much is it?"

   The boss quickly waved his hand: "No, no, they are all acquaintances, so you don't need to give money."

   After calling for so long, how can I do it without giving me money?

   People can be polite to themselves, but they can’t take it seriously.

   didn't know how much to give, so Zhang Xuan simply took out three 10 yuan bills and stuffed them to the little boy who was eavesdropping on the phone.

   and then went out of the store, planning to leave.

   At this time, the little boy asked the shop owner, "Mom, are all girls in white clothes beautiful?"

   Zhang Xuan: "."

  Children, can't you wait for me to go further and ask again?

   And you asked this at a young age, what do you want to do?

  The shop owner glanced at Zhang Xuan, grinned and said nothing.

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