85_85427ps: Look at the exclusive story behind "The Father of Martial Arts", listen to your more opinions about the novel, pay attention to the official account of Biquge www.biquge.info (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread), and quietly tell me! Deng Zheng didn't expect that compared to Tan Weilai, his father Deng Hai was the most nervous.

Before Aunt Xu Ying entered the operating room, he was already like a person on the verge of drowning, his face was pale, his lips were trembling, he was next to the wall, and he couldn't stand steadily.

After thinking about it for a while, my heart shook and I realized that my mother used to ...... He watched and lost it once!

Suddenly I felt a little unbearable, so I said to Tan Wei, and asked her to wait outside the operating room with her mother's relatives, call if there is something, and go to accompany her father by herself. Tan Wei was very strong and sensible, taught him a few words of comfort to the old man, and finally gave him a reassuring hug.

Deng Zheng walked up to his father Deng Hai and put his arm around him: "Dad, go out for a walk?"

"No, I don't. …… I'm staying here. ”

"Dad, I have something to tell you. ”

Deng Hai raised his head and glanced at Deng Zheng through reading lenses. Turning around, under Deng Zheng's half-embraced half-embrace, he slowly walked in the direction away from the operating room.

Strange to say, as I moved away from the operating room, away from that environment, it was like the weight on my heart suddenly lightened a lot. Deng Hai slowly, peacefully and steadily. Deng Zheng knew that his father was so strong in front of his son, so he withdrew his hand and turned it into a very kind hook on his shoulder.

Stepping out of the building, the sunlight was a little harsh.

The father and son found a bench in the small garden and sat down. Deng Zheng went to the commissary next to him to buy a box of cigarettes, opened it, lit it himself, and then handed Deng Hai another one.

Deng Hai subconsciously waved his hand: "I don't smoke." ”

Deng Zheng shook the cigarette burning in his hand. Just laughed: "I didn't smoke it before." ”

Deng Hai was stunned, took the cigarette, and Deng Zheng helped him light it. Father and son squatted on the bench. Just in the sun, in the breeze. Smoked lamely.

"How did you think of buying cigarettes and smoking...... Ahem...... ahem?"

“…… I don't know. Ahem...... I just suddenly want to try it...... Ahem. ”

"Ahem...... It's hard to smoke. ”

"Hmm. It's hard to smoke. Ahem. ”

After answering a few words without nutrition and even some mechanical embarrassment, the father and son suddenly looked at each other and smiled, and for a moment, there was an indescribable harmony and harmony.

Being messed up like this, Deng Hai's state seemed to be much better, and he extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Stretched out his hand and brushed half of the leaf off Deng Zheng's shoulder. Kindly looked at his son, who was growing up, becoming more and more strange, more and more sensible, and said with heartfelt emotion: "Zhengzi." Your mother will be very proud to see you like this, so powerful, so capable!"

Deng Zheng also felt a little nostalgic, reached out and shook the old man's vicissitudes of life, and said, "Dad, you have a lot of gray hair." It's time to think about stepping down. ”

I wanted to say that it would be better for you to take Aunt Xu Ying around, go there wherever you want, and the son's expenses are all-inclusive. I was worried that it would remind him of the operation inside, so I endured it and didn't say anything.

"There's no hurry. I can still teach. ”

When it comes to his career of teaching and educating people. A hint of brightness flashed in Deng Hai's eyes, and then he said proudly: "Your Danfeng hero played a good role." The teachers in our office are watching. I said it was my son, but they didn't believe it. Later, the school leaders came to me and said that they wanted me to tell you about the 80th anniversary of the school and come back to my alma mater to give a speech. And they believed it. Then there were two daughters who went up the pole to introduce relatives, and I bombarded them. If you want to introduce, you don't want to introduce some decent ......."

"Ahem......"

Deng Zheng choked on the cigarette, then extinguished the cigarette butt and said seriously: "Dad, I'm sorry to disappoint you." I didn't get you the 'Chinese Popular Literature Award'. I didn't even get a nomination. ”

Deng Hai, as an old literary youth who has loved literature all his life and has been trying to take this road, still seems to be a little concerned about this. Before announcing the nomination, he made a special phone call to Deng Zheng. Ask him if it's possible. Deng Zheng said this.

However, at this time, Deng Hai shook his head categorically: "Your father and I are not bad brains. Of course you know what's going on here. You must be qualified to compete, this thing, in this circle, is never new. When you weren't born, children's literature wasn't caught in the corner of your eyes, and what kind of children's books, children's books, etc., was like talking about a bunch of little kids playing with pee. Look at it now, it's not yet a house and widely recognized. So, Zhengzi, don't worry, write a book well, create well. Time, proof a qiē. ”

Deng Zheng didn't know that there was such a thing, nodded his head, and asked again: "What happened in the middle?"

Speaking of literature, Deng Hai began to talk eloquently: "Our country engages in so-called orthodox literature, and treats new literature, whether you are good or not, right or not, and the consistent attitude is three disdains: disdain to argue, disdain to speak, and disdain to mention. When your father and I were young, an old friend who was engaged in children's literature told me that the evaluation of children's literature in those orthodox literature at that time was: it was not very literary, it was not of great value, and there was no need to mention or study it. And that's after the scale of children's literature was already quite strong. The kind of pride and prejudice that goes deep into the bone marrow can be imagined. ”

"And then?"

"You know the 'Writer of the Year' Power List, right?"

"Hmm. ”

Although the evaluation system of this list has been criticized by some literati, saying that it is market-oriented and strict, in fact, on the whole, it is still the most credible list! Some people like to despise the people and feel that they are easily misled or something, but in fact, no one is a fool, and everyone has a rod and scale in their hearts about how much your book is worth. There's no way you're going to mess around with a book, blow it up, and then everybody will buy it. Before buying, you have to see how much you mark the yard. Fifteen bucks, well, make do. One hundred and fifteen, get out of the calf!"

Deng Hai said, gradually entered the teacher mode, and said: "So it is more reliable to include royalties to arrange." …… Oh, yes. Moving on to children's literature, in the annual writers' power list for several years, there were children's literature writers who entered the top 20 with royalties, and then a few more popped up, and they were frequent visitors to the top ten. There is a good saying that money is the waist pole of a person. Literati are also people, and no one can win anyone's quarrel just by mouthing, this is good, those high-ranking guys have no one with a hard waist, and they are pointing fingers, and they are gradually becoming less confident......"

Deng Zheng's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask, "What about later?"

"I didn't know about it after that. Maybe it's because the people who first read children's literature grew up and spoke effectively. Anyway, it's like a kind of mainstream literature now. What kind of sweet potato teacher, last year was the third place on the annual writer power list. Winning the prize is even softer. Visiting professor at several universities. It's amazing. As for me, I also summarized a sentence, I don't know if it's right, you can listen to it. ”

"Dad, what do you say?"

"From ancient times to the present, literature and art have never been decided by anyone. It can only accept the judgment and choice of the people. ”

Deng Zheng was moved. Thoughtfully.

Deng Hai said again: "Zhengzi, don't worry about what you want to do." Dad has your back. The worst is that we can't get into trouble and we will come back. I'll get you a high school teacher to do it, and you still have the ability to do it. Your strength is more than enough, isn't it!"

Deng Zheng's heart instantly warmed. A sour nose. He nodded and said nothing. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Pay attention to ~ point / public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread can be), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!) (to be continued).