In the office of the vice president of the highest institution in China, Yan Jing University, there were a few distinguished guests. Upon closer inspection, each of them was an influential figure in China's literary world.
" It's just a farce. How can a scholar care about the so-called dispute of orthodoxy? It's really shameful for scholars to pursue it relentlessly and expose their ugliness!”
Sitting at the head of the table was the official vice president of Yanjing University, the only remaining literary giant-Jiang Misheng. This old man had been studying all his life and had always been friendly when talking to others. He had never been so angry at this moment.
Elder Jiang, Chen Yuan, and Zhang Zhibin's disciples were indeed a little reckless in doing this, and their intentions weren't pure either. However, there are still some parts that are understandable. Traditional literature hasn't made any remarkable achievements in recent years, and society now prioritizes profit. When they see the achievements of online literature, it's inevitable that they will feel unbalanced.
"The two of them are too outrageous. What right do they have to represent traditional literature? Who allowed them to make trouble for online literature?”Another big shot also frowned and said in an unfriendly tone.
"If you can't settle down to study and only want to take shortcuts, how can you achieve great achievements? There are too many people like Chen Yuan and Zhang Zhibin in today's literary world, which is why you've fallen into this quagmire of being unable to achieve anything!”
Jiang Misheng's face turned ashen when he said this. He felt a little heartbroken. Although he had a high status in the literary world, he did not major in literary creation. Instead, he studied traditional culture. He could only sigh helplessly in comparison.
"I know what you guys are thinking, but Chen Yuan and the others are not worth saving. Now that everyone is shouting at him, he has reaped what he sowed!”
"Elder Jiang, there are also other scholars involved. There are more than a hundred people involved. Members of the Writers 'Association in various provinces and cities are participating. We can't just watch them get slapped in the face, right?”
"It's said that scholars despise each other. He wrote such a poem, which is full of style and literary talent. It can be said to be a masterpiece. You can't expect me to attack him against my conscience, right?”Jiang Misheng said unhappily.
"Of course we can't do that. We're thinking of having you, Elder Jiang, come forward and publish an article to give both online literature and traditional literature 50 slaps. This matter will be left unsettled for the time being. This way, we can also save some face for them.”
Jiang Misheng thought about it for a moment. This was the only way. Other than him, how many other people were qualified to give both sides fifty strokes?
"Hey, what a farce!" Jiang Misheng shook his head and opened his Weibo. Just as he was thinking about how to phrase his words, he received a notification.
"There's an email from Li Fengxin in your Weibo mailbox!”
Jiang Misheng was a little surprised when he saw Li Feng's name. Why would he send me an email? Could it be...? With a vague guess, Jiang Misheng opened the email from Li Feng.
"Respected Elder Jiang, I, Li Feng, have recently come to a realization and have written two novels. You are a great scholar of the world, but I am arrogant. I hope Elder Jiang will not be stingy with your guidance!”
Jiang Misheng's eyebrows jumped. How is this arrogant? This is extremely arrogant!
? Border Town ?
Author: Li Feng.
From Sichuan to Hunan, there is an official road to the east. The official road led them to a small mountain town called Chadong near the Xiangxi border. There was a small stream and a small white pagoda by the stream. A single family lived under the pagoda. There was only an old man, a girl, and a yellow dog.
……
There were more than 40,000 words, which was considered a small number of words in a novella. Jiang Misheng finished reading it very quickly. He moved his lips as if he wanted to comment on something. After thinking for a while, he started reading from the first word.
This time, his reading speed was several times slower than before. He was almost appreciating every word and sentence. Elder Jiang's state also attracted the attention of a few people in the room. They subconsciously walked over and saw the novel called Border Town on the screen.
The charm of literature was that it could affect you unknowingly, and you almost didn't realize it. As time passed, everyone seemed to be under a spell, staring at the screen without blinking.
It wasn't until they finished reading the last word that everyone came back to their senses.
"Elder Jiang, this…this is your new work? It's so well written!"
"Elder Jiang's novel is really…really, the entire novel is filled with the faint beauty of a small town.”
"What a shocking work. Elder Jiang, once your novel is published, I'm afraid it will be firmly at the top of modern novels!”
Jiang Misheng smiled helplessly and shook his head." I didn't write this novel!"”
"It wasn't written by you, Elder Jiang? Could it be Elder Xu?"
"Not really!" Jiang Misheng shook his head again.
"Who is that?" No one could guess!
"Li Feng!" After Jiang Misheng finished speaking, he looked at the dumbfounded crowd and felt a little tired for no reason!
"How is that possible? How could he write such a novel? Didn't he say it first on the internet?"
"Who made the rule that web novelists can't create traditional novels? "This time, we have completely fallen. There will always be someone better than us! The ancients didn't lie to me!" Elder Jiang sighed.
At this moment, he did not want to care about anything else. He only wanted to read the other novel that Li Feng mentioned!
PS: It's a cliché, continue…tickets and flowers!
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