At this moment, Qian Dexu was sitting there, looking at the green pine bonsai on the desk, and his fingers were rhythmically tapping on the table. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Despite this, his mind had already run far away, because he had heard about Pu Lizi's Wang Tansheng and Yu Bai, and even how this piece of literature had gone through to reach him.

Regarding these, Qian Dexu frowned, and the more he knew, the more he worried.

Now he is thinking about more than just the impact of this article, "According to your meaning, Yu Bai has now returned to his house in Qiaoping County." ”

Twenty minutes had passed since Pu Lizi narrated the whole process, and the process made him wait very anxiously, and Pu Lizi desperately wanted a result, a result that was favorable to Yu Bai.

So when she heard the other party ask, Pu Lizi nodded hurriedly and responded, "That's the case, he left Teacher Fan that day and went home." ”

"Oh." Qian Dexu still had the same expression, his fingers were still knocking on the table, and after a while, he suddenly stopped, and then lay down on the chair, his eyes staring directly at Pu Lizi. "Give me a reason, a reason why you would do this, help him like this. I don't believe you've hit so many nails just to help a friend. ”

Pu Lizi didn't expect him to ask like this, to be honest, he had thought about this question before, at first he just felt angry that such a good article was revised like this, but then after rejection, the newspaper refused, and Yu Bai was banned after these things. He felt that he had the obligation to return Yu Bai's innocence, and even help Yu Bai to realize his original intention.

Because this is not only to help friends, but also to help the Chinese literary circle, but also to help Pu Lizi himself.

Then Pu Lizi said, "If I have to have a reason, it may be that in my eyes, Yu Bai and I are the same kind of person. ”

"The same kind of people?"

"Yes." Pu Lizi nodded heavily, "For some people, for the current literary world, for modern literature, I can't get used to what he can't get used to, I don't like what he disdains, and I just like what he insists on." The difference is that he said what I had been brewing in my heart, and he said it more sharply and directly than I did. I think if the other party was not Yu Bai, but someone else, then I would still be sitting here as I am today. ”

There is no doubt that Pu Lizi's reason and this answer made Qian Dexu nod secretly in his heart.

Because from this young man, he not only saw the character that a literati should have, but also saw the things that a person should have.

What is lacking in this society now is this thing, just like today's businessmen are worried about their deception, friends use each other, brothers turn against each other, and distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.

At Qian Dexu's age, whether it is life experience or the ups and downs of the times, he has seen too much. In the past, I was powerless, and I wanted to do something but couldn't find a place to start, and I couldn't get the angle of my strength, but today, I ...... He seems to have found it.

"Okay, early tomorrow morning, the latest issue of the People's Daily, I will send this article out, and I will personally write a comment for him."

When Ura Riko heard this, she didn't seem to react, so she asked excitedly, "You agreed...... Is it going to be published in tomorrow's People's Daily...... Is it a front-page headline? ”

"That's right, as the vice chairman of the Begin Writers Association and the editor-in-chief of the People's Daily, I think I still have this right, and I may need to trouble you."

"What?"

"Help me go to Qiao Ping and bring Yu Bai back." Qian Dexu said, holding the dead literary article in front of him in his hand, I don't know whether he is relieved or melancholy, "Maybe I will be busy after tomorrow, as for Yu Bai, of course, he can't be idle, after all, he is the protagonist." ”

……

Huaxia, early morning of August 27th.

When the latest issue of the People's Daily is delivered to the subscribed residents, shops, businesses, schools, and various locations.

Almost everyone found that today's People's Daily is not the same as usual.

Xu Fei is a professor in the Department of Chinese at the University of Bech.

Early this morning, Xu Fei, who came back from morning exercise, came to the mailbox downstairs and took this morning's newspaper in his hand.

Reading the newspaper may be an incomprehensible and unnecessary behavior in the eyes of many young people. But for Xu Fei, who knew his fate, reading the newspaper was the only time of his day that he enjoyed and leisurely the most.

Taking the newspaper and making a cup of strong Tieguanyin from home, Xu Fei came downstairs, under the shade of the hundred-year-old plane tree, he sat on the rattan chair, lay there and drank a sip of tea, and opened the newspaper.

Although he has always had the habit of reading newspapers, and has maintained it to this day, to be honest, he doesn't really like to read them, because many of today's newspapers and magazines have lost the excitement of the beginning. Reading the newspaper is just to pass the time, to miss the old life, and to imagine the original things.

The People's Daily will be better, but it is not much better, advertisements can be seen everywhere, and most of them are things that have nothing to say, or they are just praises of the country's prosperity, Xu Fei is tired of watching it.

Flipping through the newspaper casually, according to his previous habits, after a quick glance, he would sit on a chair and wait for many old friends to appear, and then chat with them for a while, and he would be called upstairs by his wife to eat.

But what makes him wonder is that today's People's Daily seems a little unusual.

Because there is no headline on the front page that praises the country and achievements in the past, it is replaced by these eight big characters!

"Literature is dead, there is something to burn paper!"

"Literature is dead, it's the ultimate in arrogance." After saying it casually, what he didn't expect was that the author of this article didn't use an anonymous or pen name, but a person's real name, and more importantly, he Xu Fei still knew this person, "Yu Bai? This is what he wrote? How can it be. ”

Unconsciously, Xu Fei has fallen into this article.

I read it word by word, and it was the introduction to the text at the beginning.

"Yu Bai, a new best-selling young writer in the Chinese literary circle, broke the shocking remark that literature is dead......"

"The best-selling writer in the literary world, before I know it, Yu Bai has come to this point, not to mention that he is famous all over the country, and he even published an article in the People's Daily, which is still the front page headline." I don't know if it's a sigh or something else, Xu Fei shook his head, and then continued to look at it.

"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. ”

At this moment, Xu Fei no longer had the anger he had when he first saw the title, all he felt was full, and the burning sensation that came to his face seemed to be burning all over his body, and his entire chest was involuntarily rising and falling.

There is no doubt that Xu Fei found him when he was still a student, and read the enthusiasm of the People's Daily, which was the vane of the people of the whole country at that time, and it was also the navigation of many things in China, and this newspaper witnessed the youth and ups and downs of too many people.

The article that literature is dead is like a continuous wave, which makes Xu Fei want to stop.

During this period, an old friend came over and shouted that he should not be.

I wondered what he was reading so fascinated, because they read the newspaper every day, but they had never been like this, and Xu Fei was not like this in the past, so he stood aside and followed it, but this look was like Xu Fei was attracted by the article, and he couldn't stop.

One person is so, two people are so......

It wasn't until Xu Fei's boss shouted upstairs that she couldn't do it, and when she went downstairs, she saw such a picture that made her stunned.

I saw more than a dozen gray-haired, stiff old men all pointing to a newspaper with great excitement and arguing fiercely.

"What bullshit literature is dead, I think it's his Yubai literature that is dead."

"It's true, as long as there are people, literature doesn't die."

"Why didn't you die? Now where are there people who are willing to write down-to-earth, and where are there people who are willing to write about our people! ”

"The literary journal I edited recently, from the beginning to the present, the number of subscriptions has not exceeded three digits, and it has been declining, if it were not for the state unit, I am afraid it would not have been able to hold on for a long time."

"Yours is better, my literary magazine, since its inception, has sold less than double numbers every month, and if it continues like this, I'm afraid it will have to close its doors next month. I don't know what's wrong with literature, so you guys say it's dead or not? ”

“……”

Obviously, this is a war of words, but also a protracted battle, because no one can convince anyone, because there is no reason to argue for a while.

Xu Fei got up and wanted to leave, but suddenly a guy came over and grabbed him.

"Don't go, you borrowed the newspaper from me, and I went to find someone to theorize the theory, but I still don't believe it."

"Don't you have a newspaper at home?"

"Alas, it's been a long time since I subscribed, and it's not like you don't know that there is nothing to read in the current newspaper."

"Take it, take it."

Xu Fei left distraught.

Of course, he was upset not because of the argument just now, but because of the sentence shouted by Yu Bai.

Halfway through, he turned around and found that the old guys were still arguing, and immediately said with a smile, "Is literature dead, I want to see what you kid thinks." ”

After speaking, he went upstairs, obviously to contact Yu Bai.

But before contacting Yu Bai, he still has one more thing to sit down, and that is to bring this argument to the classroom at Peking University where he teaches, and see what his students have to say.

……

At the same time, all over China, such scenes are still being staged more and more.

Among the people involved in this controversy, there are teachers, scholars, employees of units, ordinary workers and even more people we don't know, and they are doing the same thing precisely because of an article published by Yu Bai in the People's Daily.

The prelude kicked off today.