In the early morning, the Changsam City, with a rain wash, the temperature is no longer muggy, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in a short period of coolness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And Yu Bai had a sleepless night, he knew that he had to race against time to play his hole cards, and he also knew that it was time to detonate this bomb.

Opened the curtains and opened the window, and the room that had been stuffy for a long night, with a gust of breeze outside, let Yu Bai's nervous nerves relax, as if it also washed away the smell of smoke in the room.

Even after staying up all night, Yu Bai was still full of energy, turned around and took the written manuscript in his hand, and looked at every word on it with a strong accusation.

"Literature is dead, there is something to burn paper!" This is the title of this manuscript, he knows the impact of these words on the literary world, and knows better the impact that this theory can have, and now, whether it is for his own better exit, or for Brother Wang, he must do this.

When he came to Changsam City to meet Mr. Fan, he knew that he could use the "Xiangjiang Morning News" to throw this medium-explosive bomb into the crowd and in front of the literati of all China, so that they would be deafened and consciously introspective.

After taking a shower, Yu Bai didn't even bother to eat, and took the manuscript that Lian Ye rushed out and found Fan Youwei.

This is a family home built in the 70s of the world, although the building is broken, there are more flowers, birds and trees, and the elderly who get up early and exercise in the morning can be seen everywhere in the community, and they can hear familiar greetings at any time.

Even the several walls that catch the eye are all decorated with lush and vigorous wall creepers, which are another good scene.

The five floors of the building, both in the aisles and on the outside, have been cleaned.

When he opened the door and saw Yu Bai appear, Fan Youwei was a little surprised, "Yu boy, you haven't left yet." ”

"Let's leave today, but before I leave, I still need your help from Mr. Fan."

"Let's talk about it first."

Yu Bai entered the old man's house, two bedrooms and one living room, and everything that caught his eyes was a simple style, as if everything was for practicality, as if everything was to commemorate the experience of the old man for most of his life.

As soon as he entered the house, Fan Youwei was busy pouring water for Yu Bai with a teapot, and Yu Bai walked over and hurriedly said no.

It was at this time that he saw two calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall behind the sofa, and a group photo next to him, Yu Bai took a closer look and found that it was a graduation photo.

Fan Youwei also paid attention to his move, put the water cup in front of him, and said to himself, "That photo is a few years old, and it was taken when I was in college in Begin thirty years ago. ”

"I'll just take a look, don't be busy."

Yu Bai sat down, and because the matter was urgent, he didn't beat around the bush, so he took out the manuscript from his bag and handed it over.

"Fan Lao, this is the manuscript I rushed out overnight after I came back from the detention center yesterday, you can take a look."

"I keep saying that you are closed, how can you ...... Looking for a place to call home with me? It doesn't matter, I can trust your writing, and in two days I will hire you as our columnist. Fan Youwei seemed to be amiable, and he didn't have the slightest arrogance in speaking, but because Yu Bai came to meet Wang Tansheng, he had a sense of support.

But Yu Bai wasn't for this, so he just rubbed his hands a little excitedly and apprehensively, "No, I really sealed the pen, and I Yu Bai will not publish any articles and books in public in the future." ”

"Oh, what is this manuscript?"

Fan Youwei pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and squinted at it.

Yu Bai thought that the old man would be emotionally aroused by his astonishing arguments, at least there would be some emotional fluctuations, but after a few minutes, Fan Youwei not only had the slightest abnormal reaction, but also did not even have the slightest change in mood, which made Yu Bai, who was already apprehensive, even more uncertain.

Could it be that I wrote it myself?

Again, in his opinion, this is simply nonsense.

Because Yu Bai knew very well that for the remark that literature was dead, the Chinese literary world was divided into three camps at that time to compete and bomb in turn.

First, support, after the reform and opening of the house for so many years, as the initial Chinese literary event is about to pass, the decline of traditional literature, and the lack of interest in literary journals and magazines, and too many authors do not want to forge ahead, do not know how to keep pace with the times, but turn their heads to study what eight strands of theory and delve into the circle of dancing words, which makes many literary workers deeply confused and helpless at the same time. Therefore, under the circumstances at that time, literature was dead, which undoubtedly made them find their backbone, and they desperately wanted a literary revolution to overturn this situation and change the status quo.

Second, opposition, no matter at any time or time, there are countless people who defend their own traditions and defend their own principles. This point has never been lacking in the country of China, and even a large number of people have worked hard for it. There is no doubt that the rhetoric that literature is dead is rebellious and counterintuitive. Almost without thinking, they attacked it in groups, trying to knock over this out-of-tune argument and kill it!

It's just that the more suppressed, the greater the repercussions, and thus, there is a third type of people.

Onlooker! Calm bystanders!

These bystanders, with their own cool heads, while acknowledging the dilemma and embarrassment of literature at this stage, stick to their traditions, even if literature is dead, it is also the literature of some people, even if it is abandoned by the times, it is also the literature of some people.

Thinking about the "big war" that was set off because of this argument back then, and then looking at the unabnormal Mr. Fan in front of him, Yu Bai was a little unable to grasp it.

Judging from the current situation, Yu Bai can't guess whether he is for or against, because both are possible, and from the feeling, Yu Bai already thinks that he is the third type of person. After all, whether it is for or against, it is impossible to be as indifferent as him, only the calmness of the bystanders can make people so.

The waiting time was long, and Yu Bai only felt that the cup of hot water in his hand had become cold even under the protection of his body temperature, but Fan Youwei was still staring intently at the manuscript that was only three pages.

Such an atmosphere was unintentionally dull, as if it was pressing people to breathe, and Yu Bai carefully moved his body to make himself as comfortable as possible.

All his attention was focused on Fan Youwei next to him, and he didn't even notice that there was an all-black cat, which was coming to Fan Youwei step by step from the bedroom.

It wasn't until the cat made a few meows, and then rubbed Fan Youwei's trouser legs tiredly, that Fan Youwei smiled and took his eyes off the manuscript.

"Oh, my old friend, go if you want to play, remember not to run too far, you can't find your way home."

And the old cat seemed to understand, and after being petted, he stretched out his hand and ran out of the living room, jumped on the balcony, and then jumped and disappeared.

Turning his gaze again, Yu Bai saw that the smile on his face was gone because of the appearance of the black cat, replaced by a solemn expression.

Being stared at by his eyes was a little uncomfortable, Yu Bai just wanted to ask for advice, but Fan Youwei took the first step to say it.

"What are you going to do......

"I'm ready to ......"

"Let me send this manuscript out for you in the Xiangjiang Morning Post? But you know what you're doing! ”

"I knew it would be ......"

"You don't know anything, do you think you can do Lao Wang a favor by doing this? Actually, you're doing you a disservice. Do you think that by doing so, you will be able to make Cao Qianchen and his publishing house suffer losses? Yu boy, let me tell you, no, not only will not, maybe that person can use you to go to the next level. ”

The words were said again and again, but Yu Bai did not say a complete sentence at one time, all of them were interrupted, and they were forced to interrupt without waiting.

So this time Yu Bai didn't speak, but looked at him with some incomprehension, looking at the old man he respected.

Fan Youwei put the manuscript on the table, stood up with his hands on the sofa, slowly walked to the table not far away, took the teapot in his hand, and walked back. He gave Yu Bai another glass of water, but this time Yu Bai didn't do anything, just looked at him blankly.

On the way back to put the kettle, Fan Youwei said again, "Alas! Did you see that group photo on the back wall? Thirty years ago, I was not afraid of heaven and earth like you, and I went wherever I went, but in the end, I got something, and I ended up alone. I'm more like helping Lao Wang than you, but you and I should know that his cause is up to him. ”

"It's just that my article is not only for Brother Wang, but also for ......"

"In order to teach Cao Qianchen a lesson? Or use your so-called literary dead offensive to drag him into the quagmire of controversy. ”

“……”

Yu Bai stopped talking this time, because what he wanted to say and do was said by the old man in front of him, what else could he say, all he could do was listen.

"Yu boy, I still admire you when I say it, after all, no one can do things to this point, so I thank you for Lao Wang. In addition, no one will be as ...... as you" Speaking of this, Fan Youwei pointed to those manuscripts with some emotion, "Like you are so bold, but I have to admit that if the matter of Lao Wang and Cao Qianchen is removed, it will be a voice that can make today's literary world vibrate, and it can also push the literary career that has been sluggish in recent years to a new progress, maybe, this will be a milestone in our Chinese literary circle!" Yu boy, I really didn't misunderstand you. ”

In the last sentence, Fan Youwei patted Yu Bai on the shoulder.

Yu Bai can feel the power brought by these few blows, and he can feel the shock brought by these words.