"Songs, legends, myths, stories, prophecies, fairy tales, biographies, videos, barnyard histories, travelogues, scripts, novels, essays, reviews, ......"

"People may have started telling stories with language, and if they have a form of writing, they should start recording stories......"

"A multitude of subjects constitutes literature, and it also constitutes the history of literature. However, not every expressive or narrative text makes it into the history of literature. As far as each era is concerned, there must be ......only a few literary works that can survive the turbulence of time and the legends of later generations."

Gao Congyan stood on the stage and spoke enthusiastically.

The lecture lasted from 8 a.m. to 12 p.m., except for a 20-minute break in between.

As a time-traveler, Su Bai is also interested in the literary history of Shui Lanxing. But when I listened to it, I felt sleepiness creep up my eyelids.

"The content of this lecture is too boring. He couldn't help but sigh.

The content of Gao Congyan's lecture is the history of world literature.

That's right, not the history of Chinese literature, not the history of modern literature, but the history of world literature without any prefixes. The span of time and space is terrifying.

Gao Congyan's lecture level of this literary bull has actually exceeded Su Bai's expectations.

She spoke in an orderly manner from ancient times to the present, from middle to west, and in four hours, she seemed to be able to really speak once. Unfortunately, due to time constraints, I don't have time to give examples, and this lecture sounds boring.

After listening to it for less than two hours, Su Bai had already sat down on a kowtow machine......

Bowing his head again, and suddenly realizing again, Su Bai rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch, and then turned his head to look at the other players, who were all a hundred times more energetic.

"Sure enough, I'm a real high school student, and I have good energy. Su Bai, the soul of the university, sighed.

"But it also depends on the speaker, if it is Mr. Mo Yan standing on the podium, even if the title of his speech is 'On Domestic Livestock in Local Literature', I may not be distracted, but these great gods of Shui Lanxing...... It's really a little insensitive. ”

Although he was sleepy, with cameras shining back and forth behind him, Su Bai really couldn't lie down.

"I'll just wait for tomorrow to get to specific literary genres," he reassured himself, "at least some familiar examples." ”

Su Bai turned his head slightly to observe the flight position of the camera around him, and leaned slightly to block the mobile phone from swiping to chat.

Yesterday, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to look at my phone, and the day's messages were saved, and as soon as I opened the message, I kept jumping.

Two glasses 600 degrees: Senior, some viewers have reported that your broadcast location last night is not suitable, and the sound effect of the broadcast is not good, if possible, change the place

Su Bai replied: "No problem, I've found it." ”

Cang Mouse: Brother Su Bai, I'm very good with Sister Xiao Nuan, the game went well, and I will bless you every day

Su Bai replied with an OK emoji.

Some of the information after that is more cumbersome.

Chi Xiaonuan: Xiaobai Xiaobai, the official website has announced the list of your judges, and there is actually Uncle Teasing! Please bring a copy of his signature! Please Xiaobai!

Zuo Ye: Xiaobai, how do you feel in the magic capital? I wish you a smooth game...... Also, if it's convenient for you, can you bring a copy of Mr. Xiao Fengmao's signature...... If it's inconvenient for you, forget it

Lei Lou: Cousin, I have chosen, I want Xi Meiren's signature, cousin, you promised to give it to me, don't forget

In order to maintain mystery, and in order to prevent a judge from suddenly having an accident, the judges of the Shi Shao Cup will only announce it at the pre-competition dinner the day before.

As soon as the judges announced, another wave of messages asking for autographs erupted.

"Xiao Nuan, Lu Cheran, Dian Yu, Uncle Zuo, cousin...... Teacher Zhang Xia actually came to join in the fun. ”

Su Bai counted them one by one, these were all relatives or friends who were very close, and he tried his best to ask for an autograph if he could help.

He took out a small notebook and wrote down the names of each friend and the judges he clicked. Although everyone was polite and only had one or two signatures, a group of people passed and still swiped a row of orthography on the small book.

Gao Congyan three, Cao Feiyang two, Ruthless Nine Things, Xiao Fengmao two......

From here, you can see the classification of writers of different genres, and the nine writers present are all powerful writers, but three of them are obviously more popular.

The scenery is ruthless and Xijingxue, a young handsome guy, an intellectually mature big sister, although they are both powerful writers, they have a little idol aura, and they are more popular than ordinary powerful writers.

The third is Mr. Su Qifang. This old gentleman is the same as Mo Yan on Earth, recognized as a great bull in the literary world. His achievements are far from the level of his father Su Sheng, but he is already the pinnacle of contemporary Chinese literature.

"Let's get up early tomorrow morning, I can grab two autographs if I come early, and I can sign two more when I get over after class. Su Bai planned.

"But even if you go to and from class like this, you can ask for three or five signatures, including nine for Fengwu, seven for Xi Jingxue, and fourteen for Mr. Su...... It's a little embarrassing!"

Su Bai was entangled, the phone vibrated again, he stretched out his hand and swiped across the screen, and his mother Bai Ruo's hair dyed also came with a message.

"Xiao Baibai, there is actually Mr. Su Qifang's lecture in your lecture, which is amazing. ”

"If you insist on listening to Mr. Su's class until the last round, don't forget to buy a copy of "The Hanging Man" he wrote and sign it back with your name, and it is best to ask for a commemorative copy of the 20th anniversary hardcover, your father likes Su Lao's book the most. ”

She then encouraged: "I believe that Xiao Baibai is the best, you will definitely be able to meet Mr. Su in the last round, come on." ”

At this moment, Su Bai wanted to answer, "I really can't hold on."

Originally, the workload was already very large, and my mother added to the mess again, and she also stuffed a mouthful of dog food.

His heart hurts.

"Dad has the signature he wants, let him ask for it himself, what if you make a mistake?" Su Bai replied.

"What if Dad wants an autographed photo instead of an autograph? What if Dad doesn't want The Hanged Man and wants another autographed book? What if Dad wants the first version of The Hanged Man?"

"Mom said you want, what does Dad like, let him arrange it himself, okay?"

Such a statement can be described as a small abacus clanging.

In addition to the medical skills of her profession, she usually reads recipes, baking books and dance books, and she does not have a favorite writer or work in her impression.

Father Su Cheng is used to stocking Su Bai, he interferes with Su Bai very little, and he will not trouble Su Bai if he has anything, and during the critical period of the competition, he will definitely not let Su Bai be distracted to ask for any signed book from Lao Shizi.

In this way, the trouble is saved.

Mother's side really didn't reply for a long time, and just as Su Bai couldn't help but smile and praise his wit, such a message jumped out.

"Xiao Baibai, since you said so, I'm welcome, if you have a chance, can you ask your customs judges if they have girlfriends? ”

Forehead......

Su Bai covered his forehead.

Assi, why did you forget that the literary circle is still a star circle.

It's a lot harder to ask for than to sign it, okay?!

ps: Grandma's femoral head is broken, it doesn't hurt so much just now, and I've been with it during the day for the past two days, and I've done my best to update it.

Grandma is eighty years old, and I still have many years to write, but I probably won't see her again for many years.