"Good evening, audience friends, this is a special program exclusively presented to you by Tap Satellite TV, Yu Baikou Literature! I am the host Feng Liang" The host spoke in a fairly orthodox broadcasting tone, and after making an opening sentence, he turned around and rushed to another camera position and began the following statement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"As we all know, literature has a long history, from the biographies of celebrities, to the travelogues, to the four famous novels, to the hand-drawn texts, they give us warnings, give us reason, and even they are a microcosm of the times, a confirmation of the truth. Today, the situation of literature is worrying, with major literary journals subscribed to dismal subscriptions, no one paying attention to literary novels, and traditional authors completely losing their market competitiveness. Then, we have to ask the last question, is literature coming to an end, coming to an end, or are we going in the wrong direction? Or as Yu Bai said, 'literature is dead'. ”

The host's opening remarks were quite beautiful, whether it was the people at the scene or in front of the TV, they must have listened to this paragraph and couldn't help but nod their heads and think.

Immediately, I saw Feng Liang holding the microphone with one hand, and reaching out to the side of the stage with the other hand to make a welcome gesture.

"Next, let's invite Yu Bai, the first prize winner of the New Concept Essay Competition, a cutting-edge writer and best-selling author."

Yu Bai, who was waiting, was still nervous at the moment, and his two hands were clenched into fists tightly, and he was still a little stunned until the moment before he came on stage.

Fortunately, especially after walking on stage, I was hit by several spotlights, and I was inexplicably dizzy. Fortunately, the host was quick and helped him without leaving a trace.

"Yu Bai's side is your position today, you can't make a mistake, otherwise today's show won't be able to start."

When he was dizzy, Yu Bai almost walked to the seats of the five opposing parties, and was interrupted by Feng Liang like this, Yu Bai came back to his senses, bent down slightly to thank him, and then walked towards his position.

It took a few deep breaths to stabilize the tense nerves.

Two months ago, Yu Bai, who was still an ordinary middle school student, became an instant hit with his new concept essays, and his "Seeking Treatment" and "Peeping in the Rain" were highly evaluated, and it was said that he saw the shadow of Zhou Shuren from his articles. Later, the publication of the book "Scarlet Years" was well received, "Triple Gate" made him one of the best-selling authors and emerging writers, and "Sadness Flows Into a River" made him a sales champion for several consecutive weeks, and no one shook it. And today, Yu Bai is back here with his literary death. Today we will witness together, whether Yu Bai's argument that literature is dead is correct, or whether the five opposing sides have the upper hand! Yu Bai's background is not small, and the five opposing people are naturally not unknown, they are Yang Wenyi, professor of the Department of Chinese of Bed Normal University, and deputy editor-in-chief of Bed Book Newspaper......

At the same time, the people watching the show in front of the TV naturally watched the program that had just begun.

In a family hospital in Shanghai City.

Teacher Yu Bai looked nervous. Shen Wenjuan took a bite of the fruit in her hand.

"It's normal to be nervous, just look at whether it will stabilize or not, and the key is to bring out the ink in your stomach."

“……”

In Qiaoping County.

The five people on the eighth were eating in the restaurant, and they deliberately asked the boss to tune the TV to Beijing Satellite TV, and when Zhao Xueman came back, they hurriedly shouted.

"Come on, come on, Xiaobai is out!"

"Really!"

When Zhao Xueman heard that Yu Bai had come out, he hurriedly ran a few steps, and then looked up at the TV in front of him.

Sure enough, at this moment, Yu Bai was wearing a suit, sitting in the TV, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, nor what expression he was, in short, he was sitting there a little woodenly, next to the host's chattering words.

"It's really good, Xiaobai is still on TV." Number Eight opened his mouth to say.

"That's not it, speaking of which, Xiucaiyu still has to thank me, if I hadn't quit when I signed up for the new concept essay, maybe there would have been nothing wrong with him at all."

As soon as Yao Mei finished saying it with a smile, she was booed by several people.

……

Let's talk about Yu Bai again, in fact, it is not the first time he has entered the TV station, in his previous life, because he was an acting professional, he had the opportunity to perform on the TV station in the past, but the TV station he went to before is naturally incomparable with the current Beijing TV. The reason for saying this is that Yu Bai was a little emotional, he didn't expect that the two lives were so different.

At this time, the host finally ended his speech, turned his head and rushed to Yu Bai and said.

"Yu Bai, everyone knows and likes you very much, and the three books you have written, so before we start today's debate, can you say that you really plan to close your pen, or is it possible to continue writing?"

Yu Bai nodded slightly, in fact, when this question was addressed to the script before starting, Yu Bai had already thought about how to answer.

The reason why I asked this question was because He Qing didn't want to make the atmosphere tense as soon as he came up, Yu Bai was undoubtedly the most popular one in the scene, so he naturally wanted to revolve around him.

"First of all, I'm very happy that so many people like the stories I write, and it's true that I will write again, and I think it will be ...... But maybe not like it is now, I need to change places, change environments. Yu Bai replied according to his previous thoughts.

"So that means you're planning to return to the literary world after a while, right?"

This question is actually redundant, because when I was on the script, I didn't get to this step at all, and the host asked, which was just the reason for the hurry.

But Yu Bai must have answered, so after thinking about it, he replied, "The reason for the closure of the pen is because the literary world is dead, and I can no longer write in such an environment, as for what I said will write again, it is in another place, that place may be little known now, but I believe that it will shine in the near future." ”

At this moment, Yu Bai could imagine that no one could understand these words.

Because no one knows clearly, the place Yu Bai is talking about is online literature, and now it is a debate about the decline of traditional literature, and in the near future, it may be a dispute between traditional literature and online literature.

After all, these are all things that happened in a past life.

If Yu Bai points to the end, it will be difficult for the host to say more.

I can only turn to today's topic.

"I believe that the audience present and everyone in front of the TV know that we are gathered here tonight, and it was a program that was born after Yu Bai's article titled 'Literature is Dead' caused a national uproar. You don't have to guess to know that everyone must have such and such opinions and thoughts about this article, so let's listen to it today and see what the original author thinks and says about the death of literature. ”

Another problem, Yu Bai knows that the whole show is walking bit by bit according to the original script.

After a few inconsequential, warm-up questions at the beginning, it will enter the later debate session.

Yu Bai didn't feel disgusted, he just wanted to end it quickly, and then quickly leave here and return to Qiao Ping.

Adjusting his sitting posture and unbuttoning the tight buttons of the clothes in front of him, Yu Bai said, "Here I want to explain to you one point, that is, literature is not really dead, it is just dying, on the verge of death. If we are not vigilant, then the only result is like a flower and plant without soil and rain and dew, and it will die of misery. You may ask, literature is literature, it is not a flower or plant, and it is not on the verge of death. But what I want to say is, if one day, no one writes about it anymore, no one reads it anymore, then what does it matter whether it exists or not, whether it lives or dies? Are we really going to wait until that day? I don't think it should be like this, as I said in the article that literature is dead. Literature is dead, it is dead at the hands of a group of self-righteous people, it is dead at the hands of a group of people who pride themselves on their own integrity. Why do you say this, I will give you a few sets of data, which may be more convincing. ”

As he spoke, Yu Bai took a sip of the water in front of him, unbuttoned the shirt in front of him, and then continued to speak, "Since the eighties of the last century, Chinese literature has begun to enter a golden age of rapid development. In the past twenty or thirty years, under such a background, a large number of writers who have made a living from writing have been born, some of them focus on realism and some of them beg for food, but no matter what the reason, the literature of that era is to explain to everyone a new world, and an old world. But today, on the other hand, there are fewer and fewer such people, and even have almost disappeared, even if there are, what are they doing? They are showing off their skills, and they are self-confident and high-minded in a corner, hanging a literary coat, and saying words and stories that they can't even read themselves. Let me ask, which reader is willing to buy this kind of literature? Along with it is the lack of interest in various literary periodicals and novels. ”

Speaking of which, Yu Bai turned his head for the first time and looked at a nearby camera, because he found that the people at the scene were listening intently to every word I said, and he knew that there were more people watching him in front of the TV.

So he turned his head to the camera, and continued, "On the other hand, the times are advancing, society is advancing, and people's reading interests and directions are also progressing and changing. Everyone is tired of watching or unwilling to look at those disease-free moans, or extremely realistic things. The fast pace of life in the impetuous society makes everyone prefer to watch some short jokes with no connotation and nutrition, why? Because it saves time and effort, and it can also make people laugh. At this point, we have to admit that our literature has entered a huge storm, whether to admit that the wind and waves, or the shipwreck and the death of people, this is what our generation should do. Of course, these are all things that I am talking about, in fact, no matter what time it is, literature will not die, and even if it is dead, it is a fake death, because there are always people who are using their own pens to write characters and stories that make us marvel and praise one after another. That's why I'm standing here today, because no matter what, there has to be a person, a voice, to stand up, to speak out, so ...... I'm here for nothing. ”

After saying a long paragraph, Yu Bai only felt his head buzzing, and these words were like big stones pressed in his heart.

At this moment, Yu Bai couldn't hold back any longer, picked them all up one by one, and threw them out.

However, at the moment when the words fell, this statement caused a strong response from the scene, and the bursts of applause were undoubtedly the best response!