Dankook University invited Jung Sung-hyun to give a lecture again, and it is said that the graduates of the Faculty of Humanities have always been worried about the future, and the university hopes that Jung Sung-hyun, a relatively successful model, can give some hope to the students.

This time it was an open class, and when Jung Sung-hyun arrived, the huge classroom was already full of people, and many people who were not from the Faculty of Humanities also came to observe.

Zheng Chengxian, who has already had an experience, naturally will not have stage fright, and the last time he rushed to catch ducks on the shelves was accepted, and this time he was prepared to come.

The atmosphere in the class was not bad, and everyone liked the young and humorous lecturer, except for a few people sitting in the back row frowning.

"Teacher Zheng!" When it came time to ask a question, one of the students immediately raised his hand and stood up, "Do you have any advice for those of us who are about to graduate and have creative intentions?"

The students are all in high spirits, like their major, one is a newspaper and magazine, and the other is their own creation, and most of them are inclined to the latter

"I believe this student's question is also the problem of many of you! That's why we want to learn this, and what can it bring us after learning this! "Jung Sung-hyun turned around and wrote 'why' and 'benefits' on the blackboard

"In our human history, artistic creation began a long time ago, when there were no words, people used paintings to describe them, and when words were produced, all kinds of beautiful poems began to appear. But whether it is painting or literature, they are actually expressing the same meaning! "Jung Sung-hyun wrote 'Expression' under 'Reason'

"Yes, it's expressive! Express your emotions, express your imagination! People use wind, flowers, snow, and the moon to express their emotions, and they express their imagination of nature by describing thunder and lightning, landslides and tsunamis. The advantage of words over paintings is that they are combined with the reader's own imagination and are more detailed, suitable for all ages. Painting, on the other hand, is condensed, and the most brilliant moment is presented to you directly without foreshadowing, so painting has higher requirements for painters and appreciators. At least I can't see where most of the painting art is! Zheng Chengxian sat on the desk and rubbed the tip of his nose embarrassedly, and the students chuckled.

"Back to the question of why, the reason why you want to learn this is because you have something in your heart that you want to express, but you don't know where to start, just like primitive people want to draw the appearance of people, but they don't know how to put pen to paper, and in the end they can only use simple lines and circles to express it. In other words, everyone here has a work that will last for a long time, but you don't know how to take it out, which is why we are sitting here! ”

The "buzz" in the classroom exploded, and teachers have always taught that literary creation is hard and requires a lot of effort, and there may not be results, Zheng Chengxian's statement is similar in essence, but it makes students more confident.

Jung Sung-hyun raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and the students looked excitedly at the young lecturer on the podium, and his words made the students feel hopeful again.

After the reason, let's take a look at the earnings! I may think that many students feel cheesy in their hearts when I use this word, I apologize first, I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable! Zheng Chengxian put his hands in front of his knees, bent down and bowed solemnly.

Amid the laughter of the students, Jung Sung-hyun straightened up,

"It's very cheesy to say, but we can't do without it, we have to eat, drink, wear, pick up girls, and ~ you know! So where do these needs come from? Rely on our hands, rely on what we have learned to create zào! If what we have learned does not provide a living guarantee, then what do we learn to do? It's better to move bricks for a few years!

Zheng Chengxian's ridiculous words once again caused the students to laugh, and the faces of several old gentlemen sitting in the back row became more and more ugly, and one of the old men with gorgeous hair was even more indignant, and kept saying "Wrong people's children, wrong people's children!" ”

"As I said earlier, literature is suitable for all ages, and this is its strength and disadvantage! This means that everyone can ask their own questions while reading your work! It's not like music, it's not like painting! Zheng Chengxian grinded the chalk in his hand and leaned against the lectern.

"I can make a piece of music that I can feel good or bad! But I can't say what's good or bad, because I don't know music! I don't see where Picasso's paintings are worth so much money, but I can't tell where the shortcomings are, because I don't know how to draw. Because I don't understand this, I can't question these works! ”

"But novels are different, as long as you know how to read, you can say, 'Your sentence is not right,' 'That sentence should not be like this,' and so on! So when your work is being questioned less and less, is the revenue still a problem? If you still don't understand, please look at me! Jung Sung-hyun smiled and pointed at himself.

"So literary creation is the easiest and the most difficult, because the audience we have to deal with is too large! Of course, when you start creating for the first time, you may not have any benefits, and many people will be depressed, but remember that it is because you are not prepared and accumulated enough, not that the story in your heart is bad! ”

"My advice is that you start with commercial writing, so that you can consider writing the great work in your heart on the premise of ensuring your own life!" After Zheng Chengxian finished speaking, he threw away the chalk and looked at the audience, he knew what kind of reaction his sentence would cause.

Sure enough, there was an uproar as soon as the words ended, which was different from the previous professors, the teachers always demanded literature and artistry, repeatedly emphasized that literary creation is a serious thing, and unanimously criticized commercial writing!

"Teacher, I don't agree with your statement, literature is strict, and we should take it seriously. Business writing caters to readers, and literary works should have their own thoughts, not for anyone! One boy retorted, unconvinced.

"I didn't stop you from being serious, seriousness is our attitude when we write, this is not contradictory! Even if you don't sell pancakes seriously, no one will buy them! Zheng Chengxian patiently explained.

"That's!" Just when the boy didn't know how to speak, a loud voice sounded, and in the last row stood up an old man with silver hair and eyes that was full of energy.

"Teacher Kim Yoon-seok?" "Professor Kim!" "Mr. Kim!" There was a noise among the students, and many people looked at the old man excitedly, thinking that there was a good show to watch!

Kim Yoon-seok, a famous Korean writer who has written countless books that have influenced generations of Koreans, is currently a professor at Dankook University and is most opposed to commercial writing.

The old man strode towards the podium, tiger and tiger, and his silver hair rose in the wind, like an angry old lion.

"You are a misguided child, literature is rigorous and sacred! How can you watch people put down dishes, do you think this is opening a restaurant? Kim Yun-seok pointed at Jung Sung-hyun's nose and shouted, spitting out of his mouth and splashing out of his mouth.

Zheng Chengxian was a little confused, who is this old man? I'm lecturing normally, and you're jumping out to make a scene?!

Immediately after Jin Yunshi, a few old men came up, all of whom glared at Zheng Chengxian angrily.

calmly wiped the spit on his face, and suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Kim Yun-seok indignantly accusing himself, "This old gentleman, you can disagree with my point of view, but please note that this is my class, and there is a problem with my teaching method, and my own school will ask me to talk!" “

Being pointed at the nose and reprimanded for anyone will be unhappy, but it is not good to look at the other party's old age!

"Why are you embarrassed to say that you are a teacher, talking nonsense at a young age, teaching some things that are sideways, so that you are not afraid of being scolded by others in the future?" Kim Yun-seok's love became more and more excited, and his fingers were about to poke Zheng Sung-hyun's face.

Zheng Chengxian's face sank, "You old man can't talk nonsense, why am I talking nonsense, how can I mislead people!?" “

The old man of the same sex next to him changed his face when he heard this, he paid great attention to this senior and junior in South Korea, and Zheng Chengxian's disrespectful words made them angry, and they opened their mouths to reprimand.

"You're not talking nonsense when you preach literature in class as much as you do business? Isn't encouraging students to create business mistakes for their children? What is literature, art! How can it be compared to such a mundane thing as money! You, a young man, have written a fairy tale, and you dare to talk about it here, isn't it disrespectful to literature? Several old men accused Zheng Chengxian of gossiping, which meant to kill him quickly.

"Don't you respect literature for the sake of life? Then where do you get what you eat and wear, don't you teach them to protect their lives first, and let them use what to insist on creating? Zheng Chengxian sneered at each other, feeling bad for these old men in his heart, and he was full of honesty and high-mindedness, and he didn't think about reality at all!

"Literary creation is originally a thing that sails against the current, if you can't endure the difficulties, you will not succeed, you don't tell them about the hardships, instill crooked and evil thoughts, teach them to be opportunistic, this is irresponsible!" Kim Yoon-seok's eyes were bright and scary, and he looked at Jung Sung-hyun with burning eyes.

"Whether it is hard or happy depends on how the teacher teaches, art comes from life, and the same is true of literature! It's not that great, it's just a vehicle for the authors to express their emotions! You ask the children below, how many of them want to become writers after finishing school? There are never writers in the school classroom, they just have stories in their heads now, we teach them how to take out the stories and exchange them for money to sustain their lives, so that they can continue to create, so that more students can make a living from it, and when this group grows, there will naturally be excellent works. “

"You are strict with art all day long, and you have to sacrifice for art, is this teaching and educating people or brainwashing? The teacher should guide the students to follow their own path, not let the students follow their own trajectory, otherwise it is just a copy of you! You so-called teachers are the sinners in the history of Korean literature! “

The views of the two sides were deadlocked, and Zheng Chengxian's words became more and more intense under the excitement, although he tried to restrain himself and did not scold the street, but the disrespectless disdain made the old men furious.

In Jung Sung-hyun's opinion, this group of stubborn smart people is far more destructive than fools who know nothing!

The students watched the farce on the podium with great interest, and many people secretly took out their mobile phones to record the video, and finally the school officials who rushed to hear the news separated the two and went back angrily!

Jung Sung-hyun thought that the argument happened in class and ended in class, but what he didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.