Wu Maocai, who was in the audience, looked at Fang Chen's appearance of being interviewed, and almost laughed, this is probably the lowest and worst interview that Jiu Ye has accepted so far, and it is even possible that he will never receive an interview worse than this in his life.

Of course, if you are poor, except if you are bankrupt.

Just look at the appearance of this host, let alone the host of the city-level TV station, I'm afraid it's not even a county-level TV station, and if you can't get it, it's just a gang that runs orders and goes around the field.

He wanted to know what kind of remorse the presenter would have if one day he knew that he was interviewing a billionaire?

I will probably regret my unprofessional performance at this time.

However, the organizer still knew that Fang Chen was not the point, and after about ten minutes of interview, he reminded the host and quickly invited Fang Aiguo to come to the stage to make a final speech.

But looking at this host, he is a little unsatisfied, and he has a feeling of unwillingness, obviously in his opinion, the father and son are geniuses, and they have more topics and selling points.

Fang Aiguo pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "There is a lot of controversy in the literary circles about some of the literary works that are emerging now, saying that the current Chinese literature is becoming ambiguous, hesitant, and full of contradictions, and has lost the firm self-confidence and sense of direction of the Chinese literature in the eighties. ”

"Pessimists believe that literature has become a sacrifice in the era of commodity economy and **, all kinds of hype, all kinds of value confusion, flashy writers, works, trends of thought, genres, literary phenomena, this is the phenomenon of literary degeneration. ”

Optimists believe that this is the starting point of Chinese literature's freedom, rebirth and maturity, the emergence of a new generation of writers, the disorder of literature, the pluralism of values, and the so-called clamor of all beings, which are all symbols of literary prosperity. ”

The corners of Fang Chen's mouth twitched slightly, the literature of the nineties was indeed controversial, but it was nothing compared to the infamy suffered by the emergence of online literature after the millennium.

There has always been a kind of thought in China, today is not as good as the ancient, modern is not as good as the ancient, the Ming and Qing dynasties are not as good as the Tang and Song dynasties, the Tang and Song dynasties are not as good as the Han and Zhou dynasties, the Han and Zhou dynasties are not as good as Tang Yu, and Tang Yu is naturally inferior to the three emperors and five emperors.

The same is true in literature, online literature is not as good as traditional literature, post-millennium literature is not as good as literature in the 90s, literature in the 90s is not as good as literature in the 80s, and literature in the 80s is not as good as the Republic of China period.

In fact, he just wants to say that the literature of an era is the choice of the people of an era, and it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, it is just that the masses choose it.

"Finally, I think that the most basic function of literature is the aesthetic function, the educational role of literature, the cognitive role is premised on the aesthetic role, they cannot exist in an independent way, but can only be placed in the aesthetic function of literature, simply put, it is enough to look good, as for other things, that is, the benevolent and the wise see the wisdom, and leave it to you, the readers. After speaking, Fang Aiguo bowed and stepped off the stage, and the signing meeting officially ended.

It seems that Fang Aiguo is really famous, although on the grounds of Fang Chen's arrival, he politely refused the host's hospitality for dinner, but the organizer still sent a car to send Fang Aiguo away, which is enough face.

Fang Chen and Wu Maocai also took the opportunity to hitchhike.

As for Huiming and Han Guang, he didn't care about them, and he found a way to go back.

Dad and Mom don't know much about him, they only know that he has been to Lingnan, Russia, and even earned more than 8 million in Yanjing, they don't know.

It's just that when they first gave them money, they asked Fang Chen how much money he had now, if he wasn't too generous, he wouldn't want to pay money, and Fang Chen said vaguely that he was now worth more than a million.

Sure enough, as soon as the two heard this, they didn't say anything, indulging in the joy that their son was a millionaire.

At that time, Fang Chen sighed helplessly, two simple people, they still don't need to know too much.

He is not ready to expose his current worth of billions, so Huiming and them are not suitable to appear.

A ** bodyguard suddenly appeared next to his son, and the fool knew that something was wrong, could a millionaire waste money like this?

Sitting in the car, Fang Chen finally couldn't hold back the curiosity and doubts in his heart, and asked, "Dad, when did you get the award, why didn't I know, and how did you get the award?"

"You were so busy, I didn't tell you, I just wrote an essay, and then published it in a magazine, and the response was good, and then I won an award. Fang Aiguo pretended to be an understatement.

This should have been something to boast about, but with a million-dollar son sitting next to him, he was really under a lot of pressure, and he couldn't show off.

"Don't listen to your father's nonsense, he was proud, he was so happy when he won the award, I almost called your grandfather over and slapped him a few times. Liu Xiuying glanced at Fang Aiguo and said.

Fang Chen suddenly felt that there were three black lines sliding down his forehead, and the butcher's father-in-law slapped his award-winning son-in-law, this picture was so beautiful, not to mention that he didn't dare to look at it, he didn't dare to think about it, it was simply a modern version of Fan Jinzhongju.

"I'm a little happy, as for what you said is so exaggerated!" Fang Aiguo blushed slightly and said nonchalantly.

"Okay, whatever the great writer says, whoever asks me to take people softly and eat people's mouths softly. Liu Xiuying said with a smile.

"What did Dad buy you again?" Fang Chen asked keenly.

He was still strange just now, why did Comrade Fang Aiguo feel a lot more hardened when he spoke, and there was such a drama in it.

"Your father's manuscript fee plus bonus is about 50,000 yuan, when he took me to Yanjing to receive the award, he played around Yanjing, looked at the Great Wall, looked at the Forbidden City, and finally bought me a big bracelet of more than 60 grams. ”

As she spoke, Liu Xiuying opened her sleeves, and a big golden bracelet instantly appeared in front of Fang Chen's eyes.

Fang Chen didn't pay attention to this, but went to look at Liu Xiuying's other hand.

This look, sure enough, the 10,000 yuan Zhengyang jade bracelet I gave me was not on my wrist.

Fang Chen sighed a little helplessly, his bracelet, after 2010, is worth more than 100,000 yuan, it is absolutely no problem, but this broken gold bracelet will not be worth 20,000 yuan in future generations.

What is this?

Buying and returning pearls?

Forget it, the two of them are happy.

After getting out of the car, Fang Chen proposed: "Otherwise, I won't cook, I can go out to eat, I will treat you to celebrate my father's award." ”

Liu Xiuying glanced at Fang Chen and said angrily, "I know that you have money now, but how can you go out to eat as soon as you get home, do you think that I am so incompetent as a mother, I don't even bother to cook for you, or do you dislike your mother's craftsmanship?"

Seeing this, Fang Chen hurriedly smiled and said, "I don't feel sorry for you, I also stood with my father for a day, and I was tired and panicked when I would buy vegetables and cook later." ”

I can't afford to provoke it, I can't afford to provoke it!

Hearing this, Liu Xiuying's face softened a lot, "You still have a little conscience." ”

"Okay, my son also feels sorry for you. Fang Aiguo said with a smile.

As he spoke, the two walked towards the vegetable market with laughter and laughter.

Looking at the backs of the two, Fang Chen rolled his eyes, how could he suddenly feel that he was superfluous.

Moreover, when did these two people become so close and sweet, and people in their forties are still holding hands, is it really good to sprinkle dog food like this?

I really don't think about the feelings of a single dog at all!

In addition, he once again deeply suspected that the relationship between his father and mother was not good, and it had a lot to do with his existence, otherwise how could the relationship between the two become so good as soon as he left home!

At the dinner table, Fang Chen made an exception and picked up his wine glass and said, "Dad, congratulations to you again, I am proud and honored for you." ”

In fact, seeing his father win the award this time, he felt a lot in his heart, and even felt a lot of guilt.

As he thought before, neither his grandfather nor he actually felt that his father could have any way out in literature, and his father's obscurity in his previous life was also a good proof of this.

But this life is different, my father won the award, although the People's Literature Award is slightly weaker than the Lu Xun Literature Award and the Lao She Literature Award, but it is enough to prove my father's ability and potential in literature.

After some hard work, Dad's reputation as a great writer may really deserve it one day, and then Dad's fate will be completely different, and it can even be said that the moment he won the award, Dad's fate was changed.

And what he feels guilty about is that if he could not be so indifferent in his previous life, and could support his father's literary career or dream more, would it be possible for his father to win an award like he is now, become a writer, change his fate, and change the fate of his family.

After all, Dad has proven himself with his strength, and what he lacks is just an opportunity, an opportunity to devote himself to writing and soar all the way on the road of dreams.

In this life, I gave him this opportunity, but I didn't have it in my previous life, which caused a difference in my father's fate.

He suddenly vaguely saw that an old man in his forties, who had been writing on the table all his life, gave up his dream for the sake of his family and his son, walked down from the palace of literature, returned to reality, and completed the monotonous and life-consuming work day after day, in order to earn a meager wage, to maintain the existence of the family, and to raise his son.

Only when he is old and unable to write, when he is teaching his little grandson, can his residual literary light flicker so lightly, slightly, and slightly.

Thinking, thinking, Fang Chen felt tears shaking in his eyes.

He really felt guilty in his heart, his parents had lived for him all his life, what had he done for his parents?