Wang Shiyou listened to Huang Zhengnong's words, laughed, and said, "Xiao Huang, you kid is really interesting, take a little doll to talk about things." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIf according to you, this kid should be a teenage genius. I wonder what works of him can make you admire him so much? Since he is so good, why don't I know when we will have such a young talent in China? ”

Huang Zhengnong sighed: "That's because you're old!" ”

Wang Shi was furious; "Huang Zhengnong! How do you speak? I'm old, but what? I am still paying attention to the cultural cause of our motherland, I can still contribute to the cultural construction of our motherland, and I can still exert my residual heat! You are discriminating against old comrades! ”

Huang Zhengnong said softly: "It's true that you are an old comrade, but you are not a qualified old comrade!" Over the years, I have only heard your criticism of young writers, and I have never heard you have any support and help for that young writer. ”

Wang Shiyou was panting with anger, his chest rising and falling, "Huang Zhengnong, did you teach you to talk to your seniors like this?" I'll definitely come to the door another day, but I'll find Lao Huang Li to discuss! ”

Wang Shiyou generally called Huang Zhengnong's father Huang Shichang Mr. Huang or Huang Lao's senior, and at this time he was annoyed and angry, and it was directly the word "Lao Huang" to represent Huang Shichang.

At this time, several old writers next to him spoke to dissuade: "Zhengnong, what you said just now was a bit too much!" How can you talk to Teacher Wang like that! What does it mean to call him old? People will get old, don't discriminate against the elderly! There are a few old brothers we are sitting here, but they all belong to the category of the elderly. ”

Huang Zhengnong apologized: "It's me who doesn't choose what to say!" I didn't mean to disrespect the old-timers, but just now Mr. Wang belittled the literary workers of our age, I was a little angry, and I never meant to expand the scope of the attack! Besides, my father is also an old man, and I respect him very much, and everyone has an old man, and I have absolutely no intention of discriminating against the elderly. ”

Seeing Huang Zhengnong's sincere attitude, several old men waved their hands and said: "I'm still young, I can't stand the stimulation of words, my mind is hot, and I can say anything." ”

Several old people also knew that Wang Shi had this person's bad qualities, and knew that Wang Shi was a little unpopular, especially young writers hated him the most, and several of them also disagreed with his practice.

Several people turned their heads to Wang Shiyou and said, "Teacher Wang, at the conference of so many people, you have to save some face for the children!" You criticize him so publicly, he is not a minor child, he is already an adult who has started a family, what do you have to say, just talk in private, in front of so many people, how can you let the child step down? Everyone give way, and you don't get angry anymore. ”

Wang Shiyou snorted: "I don't have the same knowledge as him!" Since he is not convinced, well, if he has the ability, he will write a good work by himself, and let me, an old fellow, read it and admire it! Since you don't agree with me, then you write a novel about a scene that you haven't experienced, and I'd like to see if you, or you, can write so vividly and movingly, and can you throw us old guys out for dozens of miles? ”

Since Huang Zhengnong tore his face, he had no worries, and when he heard Wang Shiyou say this, he replied: "Although we have not experienced the suffering and despair you have experienced, we have brains, we have mouths to ask, ears to hear, and we can interview the parties, which does not prevent us from understanding some of the things at the beginning." Although we have not fired a gun, we have lit firecrackers, we have not heard the sound of gunshots, but we have heard the sound of firecrackers, we have not seen killing, but we have seen killing pigs and sheep. I haven't seen the battlefield, but I've seen video footage. Good literary works are never documentary literature, but only stories that have been processed and modified can be called literary works, we have imagination, we can process and polish life stories and plots! ”

Huang Zhengnong's words were sonorous and categorical, and the young writers nearby who were attracted by the quarrel between Huang Zhengnong and Wang Shiyou applauded one after another.

Huang Zhengnong was able to speak out loud in this scene and dare to talk to the old people, which also aroused the enthusiasm of the young writers present, and a group of young people clapped their hands to support Huang Zhengnong without scruples, no longer considering the feelings of the veteran writers around them.

Huang Shiyou's mouth trembled with anger, stood up, and pointed in a circle at the young people around him, "Young and frivolous!" Young and frivolous! Hubris and ignorance! Hubris and ignorance! The dish is pierced with fierce seeds, I don't know the depth! The little monk plays an umbrella and is lawless! ”

But by this time, no one was listening to him.

With a leader who took the lead in resisting the oppression of the elderly, the young writers found that with the leader, all the grievances that had been suppressed in the past were vented. The whole synagogue was in chaos, and the leader who presided over the assembly knocked on the table again and again, but no one paid attention. In desperation, the meeting was declared closed.

The so-called law does not blame the public, and some relevant leaders also know that some old comrades have been making trouble very recently and taking pleasure in bullying children, but now that the contradictions have erupted, they are not easy to manage strictly, so they simply turn a blind eye and let this matter pass like this.

Huang Zhengnong returned home and told his father Huang Shichang about the meeting.

After listening to this, the old man Huang Shichang said: "Xiao San, you are still a little too impulsive, Xiao Wang, this person is also a little bit unlike, both of you are a little wrong, and you can't just blame one person, this matter will pass like this." You're an editor, he's a writer, and you'll have less to do with him in the future. ”

Huang Zhengnong said: "This old guy, selling the old with the old, often sneers at the new writers, don't look at him in front of you and be kind, that is your name is loud, and the seniority is higher than him, if you are outside, in front of us juniors, it is a different picture." He has always looked at people through his nostrils. ”

Huang Shichang smiled: "Okay, don't be so resentful!" Even if he is no longer wrong, he is also a senior, so don't worry too much. ”

Huang Zhengnong said worriedly: "I don't have much heart to worry about him, but the words have already been spoken, and I said that our juniors can write novels that I have not experienced." If no one in my generation of writers writes a work of weight, I'll be a joke. ”

Huang Shichang Road; "It doesn't matter! What era is there no genius? There are talents from all generations, each leading the way for decades. There will always be excellent works coming out, and there are no capable people in that era? There are so many capable people that Lao Wang's eyelids are still a little shallow! ”

Hearing his father say this, Huang Zhengnong was a little relieved, and said: "It's a pity that there are no good works now, if there are now, I think Wang Shi can still say that kind of thing?" ”

Huang Shichang smiled: "How can there be such a coincidence? Speaking of which, I think of your little brother in Tang City, does he have any good works coming out now? If you really want to block Lao Wang's mouth, it has to be his work! ”

Huang Zhengnong said: "My little brother Feiyang, a little similar to you, likes to play, has many hobbies, writes short stories, writes martial arts legend novels, is also very attractive, but in the end he can have the patience to write orthodox novels, I don't know." ”

Huang Shichang smiled: "You don't say whether he can do it, but whether he has patience or not, which shows that you are very confident in whether he can write good works, but you are worried that he is young and impatient." ”

Huang Zhengnong said: "I have been paying attention to his works, so far, there are still very few novels, there are two slightly longer, or martial arts novels, but martial arts novels and orthodox novels are still not the same, the creation is definitely a little more boring than martial arts novels, he is still a child, it is estimated that writing martial arts novels, just think it is interesting, if he really writes long works of traditional literature, I am really worried that he does not have this patience." ”

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door, and the old servant of the family walked up to the two: "Master, young master, there is a package here, which is mailed to the third young master." ”

Huang Zhengnong took the package, looked at the address, and couldn't help laughing: "We just finished talking about Feiyang, and now his package is here!" ”

Huang Shichang said: "Open it and see what's in the package?" ”

Huang Zhengnong found a pair of scissors, cut open the package, and found a plastic bag inside, opened the bag, and the manuscript inside was revealed.

Huang Zhengnong took out the manuscript, put it on the table, and smiled at Huang Shichang: "Old man, this is the manuscript mailed by Feiyang, it seems that he wants me to help him publish it." Why don't you take a look at this stack of manuscripts first? ”

Huang Shichang said: "Take it and let me see." ”

Huang Zhengnong handed it to his father, and when he glanced at it, he found that the first page of the manuscript had the title written on it: Red Sorghum.

It was noon when Huang Shichang watched Li Feiyang's "Red Sorghum", and in the evening, Huang Shichang called Huang Zhengnong, "Zhengnong, you can take this novel and take a closer look, this time you can really block Huang Shi's mouth!" ”

In the middle of the night, Huang Zhengnong, who was watching the manuscript at night, put down the manuscript of the novel Red Sorghum in the study, and laughed.