Ni Kuang was awakened by the screeching of the phone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He sat up from the couch with a curse, his head had been swollen like pins and needles from last night's drinking, not to mention the tinkling of the phone on the low table next to the couch.

Ni Kuang paused for a moment before grabbing the phone, and before he could open his mouth to scold this uninvited guest who disturbed his dreams, he was interrupted by an excited voice on the phone.

Yes Yishu.

Yishu's voice on the phone was very excited, "Brother, you must retract the last sentence, otherwise you will ......"

Ni Kuang listened dizzily to Yishu's rambling on the phone, and as for what Yishu said, he really didn't listen to it.

"......, brother, you apologize quickly!" Yishu finally stopped his tirade.

"What apologies?" Ni Kuang finally heard clearly.

"Ni Kuang, have you listened to me again!!" Yishu on the other side of the phone stomped his feet a little angrily, "Did you drink again last night!" ”

"Haha, just drink a little ......" Ni Kuang snorted. The only relative in Hong Kong is this sister, so Ni Kuang loves this sister very much, and sometimes he is a little afraid of his sister.

"Do you remember one time when you and I chatted with Jin Yong, when Jin Yong said that Lin Yanni was the best female writer in Hong Kong to write prose, you said that regardless of men and women, Lin Yanni is a good thing to write prose in Hong Kong?" Yishu was really powerless to complain about Ni Kuang's liking for alcoholism, so she continued to talk about the main purpose of her call.

"That's right, who writes the best prose in the whole Hong Kong is none other than Lin Yanni." Ni Kuang took the phone and leaned on the back of the sofa.

"You ......" Yishu was a little angry when she heard Ni Kuang's words, but her own careful thoughts were naturally difficult to say, especially the ruffian's brother, because she knew that once Ni Kuang knew his thoughts, he would inevitably laugh at her greatly.

calmed down a bit, Yishu gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I called you to ask you to take back this sentence!" ”

"Why?"

"Because you're not right! The best writer in Hong Kong to write prose is by no means Lin Yanni! Yishu continued to add in her heart that even among female writers, she would not be the best writer.

"How is that possible! I don't know the details of these writers in Hong Kong, maybe other genres, Lin Yanni's writing is not commendable, but in terms of prose alone, she is definitely the best. ”

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Yishu wanted to scold her mother very much.

Is Lin Yanni really that good, there are so many people who maintain her!

But Yishu still held back, because Ni Kuang's mother was also her mother.

"Hmph, let's take a look at the "Once Upon a Time in Hong Kong" article published on the side of "Ming Pao" today, and then talk about this kind of big talk!"

As he spoke, Yishu hung up the phone with a snap, leaving only Ni Kuang who was confused on the phone.

Yishu: What's wrong?

Be all abroad!

Don't look at Ni Kuang, who can be regarded as a prodigal son in the love field of the flowers, but after all, there is a veil in a woman's heart, and he is completely ignorant of the secret confrontation between Yishu and Lin Yanni.

However, Ni Kuang really loves his sister very much, and Yishu asked him to watch "Ming Pao", so he really planned to watch it.

Ni Kuang called the Filipino maid at home and asked him to bring today's "Ming Pao" from the mailbox. Then I was told that "Ming Pao" had not received it half a month ago.

"How is that possible! I'm a writer for Ming Pao! "The Game" has just been serialized in "Ming Pao"! ”

Ni Kuang shouted a little unhappily, but looking at the Filipino maid with an aggrieved face, he couldn't continue to be angry, so he had to wave his hand to let the Filipino maid get busy, and he picked up the phone and called Jin Yong.

"Lao Cha, you help me check, why haven't I received "Ming Pao" for half a month! Your distribution department is too sloppy. ”

"Don't check, I told the distribution department to stop sending you newspapers."

Jin Yong's voice on the other side of the phone was still as warm as water, but Ni Kuang listened to it extremely harshly.

"Why?" Ni Kuang was puzzled.

"You don't read the newspaper, what's the use of sending the newspaper?" Jin Yong replied seriously.

Ni Kuang was dumbfounded at first, and then scolded into the phone: "Okay, you Jin Yong, you're too picky!" No wonder Yishu scolded you in the column for being a mean creeper creeper! I'm still serializing novels in Ming Pao, how can a newspaper not provide a sample newspaper for its own authors! You didn't increase the manuscript fee several times, and now you don't even provide a sample report, you, you ......"

Ni Kuang didn't know how to describe Jin Yong's slamming of the door.

But after listening to Ni Kuang's ridicule, Jin Yong on the other end of the phone was not only not angry, but also said with a smile: "You can scold, and the manuscript can be published in the same way, but the sample report is not sent, who doesn't know that you will never read it a second time after writing the manuscript." It's a waste to deliver you a newspaper. ”

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Jin Yong's words were very sincere, but Ni Kuang wanted to scold his mother very much, but he knew that even if he scolded the flowers, he would not change Jin Yong's approach.

Don't look at Ni Kuang and Jin Yong have been close friends for many years, but at the beginning of Jin Yong's founding of "Ming Pao", he vigorously helped Jin Yong and provided his manuscript to "Ming Pao" for serialization. But over the years, he wanted to ask Jin Yong to increase the manuscript fee several times, but he couldn't achieve his wish every time.

Because every time he talked about the increase in the manuscript fee, Jin Yong, the old boy, would interrupt, and when he was in a hurry, he asked him to write a letter to explain why the manuscript fee was increased. You must know that Ni Kuang's biggest fear is to write letters, every word of a professional writer is money, and there is no remuneration for writing letters, and it is a waste of pen and ink, only a fool will do it. But Jin Yong likes to write letters very much.

Faced with such a miser who didn't eat oil and salt, Ni Kuang was at a loss, and finally hung up the phone depressed. He knew that Jin Yong was in a hurry, and he would definitely ask him to write a letter to explain why he had to report the sample.

Ni Kuang called the Filipino maid again and gave him money to go out and buy a copy of "Ming Pao". While he took out the money, he still couldn't stop scolding depressedly: "What is this called!" ”

After another long time, Ni Kuang finally saw the prose that Yishu said.

Similar to Yishu's feelings, Ni Kuang was also deeply attracted by this long essay called "Once Upon a Time in Hong Kong", and was amazed by it.

What Ni Kuang admires most about "Once Upon a Time in Hong Kong" is that this prose has a traditional beauty and taste.

Hong Kong is a special place and popular culture, and in order to cater to readers, prose has become more and more professional in Hong Kong. When doctors, investment consultants, fashion experts, television artists, lawyers, mass sociologists, and advertising managers become prose writers, prose has slowly become a product of the "cultural industry" that can be bought, possessed, replaced, and other commodities, and has become extremely consumer. The literary elements of traditional prose, such as emotion, structure, cultural care, image, and theme, have been slowly ignored by Hong Kong writers.

The prose "Once Upon a Time in Hong Kong" has an excellent sense of traditional Chinese culture, although the text is simple, there is a very full "tension".

After reading this prose back and forth a few times and reminiscing a few times, Ni Kuang remembered the call from Yishu in the morning.

Before reading this article, Ni Kuang really thought that Lin Yanni was the best writer in Hong Kong. But now, he also thinks that Lin's prose is a step worse than "Once Upon a Time in Hong Kong".

Yishu, this girl, such a big person is still scheming, recommend me to read this prose, just say it directly, and actually found an excuse, what nonsense Lin Yanni!

Ni Kuang shook his head and picked up the phone again.

He was going to call Jin Yong again and ask him why he had found such an excellent author still hidden.

It is not easy for Hong Kong to have such a good writer of prose, it is not easy! (To be continued.) )