But is that really the end of it?

When Yu Bai quietly left, from the bedroom where the black cat ran out, a person came out, he was the same age as Yu Bai, he looked delicate, wore a pair of black-framed glasses, and dressed casually but not sloppily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw him come to Fan Youwei, who hurriedly contacted a number of well-known newspapers and media, and stood for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"Teacher, I think you shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't make decisions for Yu Bai, and you can't revise the manuscript he wrote by himself, because this is the least respect for an author, and it is also a respect for Uncle Wang, because no one can see through the results and endings that didn't happen."

"Huh?"

Because of these words, the enthusiastic Fan Youwei was like a puppet that had all the lines cut off, and stopped all his movements in an instant.

Then he raised his head and looked at his student Urariko in front of him.

"What did you just say?"

Pu Lizi originally came over before Yu Bai came, and the purpose of his coming was the same as Yu Bai, but the way was different, he planned to use the pen in his hand to write a strange image of the current literary world, but before he began to communicate with Fan Youwei, Yu Bai came over. Originally, he had no intention of avoiding it, but because the black cat got into the bedroom, he ran over to catch it, and it was this coming and going that made Pu Lizi hear the words of Yu Bai and the two.

Although he didn't read the manuscript, just from the conversation between the two, just the importance that his teacher attached to this manuscript at the moment, he understood that what Yu Bai did must be more aggressive than him.

In addition, he saw Yu Bai that Fan Youwei had never seen on the side, that is, the loss when he left at the end, so he made up his mind to come out and say this.

So when Fan Youwei raised his head and asked, Pu Lizi didn't even hesitate before he spoke, "Teacher, I want to say that no matter what Yu Bai's manuscript is about, we can't deprive him of the original intention of writing this article. Yu Bai can just say that because you are a senior, because he respects you, so he doesn't say anything, but it doesn't mean that he wants to do what you want, we should respect his original intention, this is also what you taught me, isn't it? ”

During this period, Fan Youwei stared at Pu Lizi without blinking, until he finished speaking, then he lowered his head, looked at the phone book in his hand, and looked at the manuscript next to him, Fan Youwei threw them all on the table in distraught.

"You should read this manuscript too."

Pu Lizi had thought so for a long time, but she never had a chance, so after hearing it, she sat down in a hurry and watched.

"Literature is dead, and there is something to burn paper." Just such a horizontal and vertical eight words made Pu Lizi tense, because he could clearly feel what these eight words contained.

Then I couldn't wait to watch it with excitement.

"As you can see, yes, literature is dead, that's what I'm trying to say. Burning paper is just a joke to let everyone know that this is not a serious thing that seems to be a serious matter, although it is a sad topic in itself.

If you read this article, you may know me, you may not have heard of it, first state yourself, contemptible, won the first prize for new concept essays, published three books, been on the best-selling list, was interviewed by countless magazines, and recently held two book signings, and signed to the numb.

Well, I'm actually just a high school graduate, and I may not be qualified to talk in front of you, but what I'm going to say is blood.

Literature is dead!

He died at the hands of a group of self-righteous people.

These people are the media, they are journalists, they are businessmen who don't understand literature.

Literature is dead!

He died at the hands of a group of self-righteous men.

These people are writers, writers for literary magazines, and columnists for such and such a newspaper.

Yes, literature is dead, and it is forced to be attacked left and right by these people, and there is nowhere to live.

So, I said in my last book, I'm gone because I can't swim in a stagnant lake and I need another world. ”

Seeing this, for some reason, Pu Lizi's hands trembled a little.

It's like finding a soulmate, finding a kind of kind.

He knew very well that the reason why he was so excited was that Yu Bai used a more straightforward and direct way than him to refute the most unbearable things at the moment.

But when the manuscript saw this, it seemed that it was just the beginning, and the continuous dense explosion points made Pu Lizi reluctant to stay longer, and continued to look down.

"Many years ago, I was just a kid who didn't know anything, when I read the first book "Three Character Classic" and watched the first TV series "Journey to the West" changed from a novel, I thought at that time that people who can write so many strange things must be great, because these works are read and loved by so many people.

On the other hand, is there still such a popular work right now? Is there any work that is read like this?

Seeing this, you must tell me that there is, and there are quite a few.

Indeed, my book is considered a copy.

But what I want to say is that there are no books that can really inspire people and not be shelved or abandoned with the development of the times.

Someone even told me that if I read again, I should read the books of the dead.

Because books written by dead men are called classics.

It may be a joke, but it's more of a frustration.

The satire of the authors who ignore the status quo and blindly study literary techniques is a mockery of the market that tends to be inflammatory.

I'm one of them, so literature died, and went in a way we didn't even know it about. ”

Pu Lizi is in a complicated mood at the moment, and he now has a strong idea, which is to chase him out and call Yu Bai back, because such an article should not be modified, let alone embellish its author's original intention.

But reason told him that he should read it.

"Just like my best friend, Wang Tansheng!

That's right, seeing this name, you may have to wonder, isn't this a person who publishes obscene novels and is put in a prison cell.

But I would say that a few days ago, he was a big brother who was talking and laughing with me and was running around for my book sales.

The strange place came, my books sold very well, unexpectedly well, judging from my income, my big brother should not be reduced to publishing obscene books that would make him suffer lawsuits, and besides, he is also the editor-in-chief of a publishing house for decades, how can such a common sense problem be committed.

But that's the way it is, the people who do practical things for the publishing industry are gone.

The person who muddied the water stayed, and this person was Cao Qianchen, the editor-in-chief of Hunan Qianchen Publishing House.

It is better to say that he is the editor-in-chief than that he is a businessman, because it took him less than half a year to swallow up 90 percent of the private publishing houses in the entire Changsam city.

In this way, it may be even more strange to everyone, how did this businessman muddy the already muddy waters of the literary world.

It's hard to tell the specifics, because Brother Wang doesn't seem to be investigated, and I'm just here because I don't want to go out on my conscience, and I think I should say two words, and the following is my guess that I just want to ......"

It took nearly ten more minutes for Ura Riko to finally finish reading the whole text.

Just looking at such a draft, Pu Lizi seems to have gone through a big battle and is sweating profusely.

And Fan Youwei, who had been waiting quietly next to him, didn't seem to see it, but asked softly, "Still think what you just said is right?" ”

To be honest, Pu Rizi hesitated at this moment, because as his teacher said, if the whole article is only the first half, whether it is an astonishing argument or a straightforward satire, it can wake up a large number of people in the literary world. But if you add the second half, it will change a little bit, and it will become a sense of using this argument to announce personal vendettas.

But soon, Pu Lizi nodded, this time the firmness was more affirmative than the last time.

"I insist, it's still the same sentence, no matter what, we should respect Yu Bai and respect his original intention."

When Fan Youwei saw this, he sighed, "What's the use." ”

He closed his eyes, and after a long time, he spoke, "I won't do this thing, so I'll do it." According to your intentions, and in accordance with Yu Bai's original intention, the local newspapers and periodicals will be published, and if they can't cause repercussions, follow mine. ”

For a while, Pu Lizi was very excited, and after thanking him repeatedly, she left as if she had got some treasure.

However, after he left, Fan Youwei looked at the painting on the wall and secretly fell silent.

Take a closer look, you will find that Fan Youwei, who was still a young man back then, had a very beautiful female student next to him, and this female student was the person he liked at that time, but the creation made people, and this person he liked was good with others, and this person was the last thing Fan Youwei wanted to see for many years - Cao Qianchen.

It is precisely like this, thirty years ago, Cao Qianchen was not a student of Peking University, just a penniless poor boy, just a handyman who did not even have the qualifications to audit.

But it was this handyman who, in the days to come, married the person he loved the most.

After many years, he sees the ups and downs of this rival in love.

He even took the initiative to make friends with Wang Tansheng, who was just starting out at that time, and Wang Tansheng was just starting out at that time, and he had no experience, let alone a steady rise.

But at that time, it was already ten years later, and Fan Youwei, who was in his first year, had already relied on his diploma and strength to serve as the editor-in-chief of the newly established "Xiangjiang Morning News".

No matter what kind of mind he had in mind, he met Wang Tansheng by chance, and knew that he wanted to make a name for himself in the publishing industry, so he had the idea of giving it a try. Fan Youwei made up for him in the market and taught him some knowledge of doing his best. Over time, Wang Tansheng has made remarkable progress.

It wasn't until later that he became the editor-in-chief of Cheongsam Literature and Art Publishing House, which surprised Fan Youwei.

And then, it was the thing that made him feel guilty for the past twenty years.

That was to team up with Wang Tansheng to pull Cao Qianchen, who was in the rising period of his career at the time, off the horse, perhaps, this is the crux of his persuasion of Yu Bai to delete some words today.

It was only the words of Pu Lizi, the student he fancied, that made him really understand.

The past has been clouded with dust, and his old friend Wang Tansheng has also paid the price for his selfishness.

Next, he doesn't have to pay attention to and participate in what happens and what will happen.

Whether it works or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Fan Youwei withdrew his gaze, put his hands behind his back, walked into the bedroom, and lay on the chaise longue.