Li Tianran frowned, walked over, and through the bustling people, he saw that there were two long-haired boys wearing suspicious shabby clothes, one with a bamboo pole, and carrying a banner.

"Day! The yellow stuff on these two guys can't really be, right? ”

"Anyway, I smell a big stinking stench, which can choke a person to death!"

"Tsk! Do you see what they have on them? It seems that the covers of many modern and contemporary literary masterpieces have been rubbed onto clothes. ”

"There are only four words on the banner: and pee literature!"

"What does this Nima mean?"

"Don't you understand this? This is called performance art, and through this, I want to show that in their eyes, modern Chinese literature is just and urine literature, worthless! ”

Li Tianran understood at this time.

This is someone smashing the field.

Today, Xiao Fei signed here, and immediately someone came to engage in performance art, and the clothes on his body were rubbed with the covers of many modern and contemporary masterpieces, among which the cover of the first half of "Brothers" was particularly large.

There are three people who play like this.

In addition to the two long-haired banners, there was also a man with long hair and a shawl who was giving an impassioned speech on the side.

This man believes that the entire contemporary literature, especially the literature of the past ten years after the reform and opening up, is degenerate, dirty, ugly, vulgar, and has no bottom line.

The literary works that emerged during this period were full of fish hopes and low-grade tastes, which had completely deviated from the fine literary tradition of China and turned into stinking feces and urine.

Li Tianran saw that several people who looked like reporters were pressing the shutter "popping". Take a picture of that scene.

Another reporter put a recorder in front of the long-haired man who was giving a speech and recorded what he said.

What about the police?

What did the police do?

Li Tianran was a little angry. He remembered that he had said hello to the nearby police station, and the director said. Someone will be sent early to maintain order.

It's past nine o'clock now, why can't you see the shadow of the police?

Just when Li Tianran was about to rush up to stop the behavior of those people, he finally saw two big caps rushing towards him, and he arrived in front of the three long hairs with banners in a few steps: "I said, what are you doing?" Put it away for me! Hurry up! ”

Sun Jing is a police officer at the Erlong Road Police Station and a police officer at the Erlong Road Community Police Station.

As a police officer, he has jurisdiction over a lot of things.

Yesterday, he was given a mission to come over to Sanwei Bookstore today to maintain order at a writer's signing session.

Sanwei Shuya is the jurisdiction of Sun Jing. He knows that there are a lot of activities in this bookstore, and writers often come here to sign sales, and foreigners hold small-scale concerts here.

Sun Jing knew that there would not be too many people in those signing meetings, at most one or two hundred people.

Moreover, the weather in winter is too cold, and it usually takes after 9 o'clock when there are many people.

So, Sun Jing went to a community earlier this morning to settle a dispute. Then I took one of my interns to the Three Flavors Book House for a walk.

He didn't expect that when he was far away, he saw that it was bustling and noisy.

Sun Jing frowned at that time. The heart said, it's only 9 o'clock, how can it be so messy? Is this young writer named Xiao Fei so popular?

Sun Jing got closer. It can be seen that someone seems to be making trouble here.

It's worth it!

The capital is the first good district, like this chaos. Naturally, the sooner it subsides, the better.

Sun Jing strode over, shouting loudly. While doing it himself, he put away the banner with the words "and Urine Literature" written on it.

He saw that the two long-haired young men with banners were covered with suspicious objects, and they were very disgusted, so he took two steps back and asked the long-haired man who was still giving a passionate speech just now: "I said, what are you doing here?" ”

The long-haired man's name was Xia Chengze, and he was a painter who drifted north.

Today's farce-like performance art is his masterpiece.

He dreams of being famous, dreams of being noticed by a lot of people, and dreams that his paintings can be sold for thousands of yuan per square foot.

He dreamed of escaping his current life of poverty: many times, in order to eat three meals a day, he had to go to the street to sketch small portraits, and sell his paintings like a charlatan.

In the capital, it is too difficult to become famous.

In order for him to attract attention, he must find the right point, and he must have a good idea.

Xia Chengze hit Xiao Fei with his idea, he paid attention to the recent news, and thought that Xiao Fei was the person who was in the limelight in the capital recently.

Therefore, Xia Chengze painstakingly planned this performance art of "feces and urine literature" to attract the attention of the media with a radical view that claimed that modern literature since the reform and opening up was a degenerate fish and pee literature.

Xia Chengze put his performance art outside Xiao Fei's signing party to take a ride.

He believes he can succeed in getting the media to pay attention to him.

As long as there is this opportunity, he will definitely be able to seize it, and try his best to express himself, so that he can quickly jump.

With such a plan, Xia Chengze knew that he couldn't do it alone, so he wanted to find a few helpers. Fortunately, there is such a thing as QQ now, and he just spent one night chatting with some people in the QQ chat room, and found a few like-minded people.

In this way, they appeared outside the Sanwei Book House, and at 9 o'clock, when more and more readers came to participate in Xiao Fei's book signing, the two collaborators took off their green military coats outside, revealing the prop costumes that Xia Chengze had dipped in yellow paint with a paintbrush inside, and made banners.

Sure enough, their stunning appearance immediately attracted the onlookers outside the Sanwei Book House.

Xia Chengze found that several reporters with cameras around their necks surrounded them for the first time and began to take pictures.

He also started his speech at the right time, and his speech was full of passion, and he was already a person who could talk about it when he was excited.

He considered his words inflammatory.

Xia Chengze felt that he was about to fly, his heart was beating hard, and he felt that he was about to succeed.

However, at this time, the police came.

Xia Chengze is not afraid of the police, he feels that what he is doing now is a righteous thing, and he is quite bold.

"Comrade policeman, what are we doing, don't you see it yet? We are supporting the righteousness of our country's literary world, and I hope that through today's performance art, we can arouse the conscience of today's literary writers, so that they can correct their writing attitudes and write truly great works, instead of producing some and urine literature to deal with readers as it is now! Xia Chengze said very excitedly.

"Yo! Since the reform and opening up, so many outstanding writers have emerged, and so many literary masterpieces have emerged, dare you say that they are garbage, and urine, and they are worthless? Who do you think you are? People like you, I can recognize it clearly, you guys, you just want to be grandstanding, you want to show your face and become famous, let's go! Come back to the office with me. Sun Jing pulled Xia Chengze's arm and said.

Sun Jing said to the two guys with performance art props on their bodies: "You two are also hard enough, make yourself and urine for others to be famous, go back, go back and wash yourself, don't pollute the city." ”

For these two dirty guys, Sun Jingcai will not take him to the office.

"They don't have any feces and urine on them, comrade policeman, they are all painted with paintbrushes on their clothes, and as for the smell you smell, it's very simple, it's from a bucket next to them, and that's and urine in that bucket." Xia Chengze explained.

However, he immediately found that the red bucket full of feces and urine next to the two long-haired boys seemed to be gone, and his other collaborator named Zhang Qiang had also disappeared.

! This kid is really not a thing, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he ran away.

Xia Chengze slandered in his heart.

Actually, it's okay to go to the police station, and I haven't broken the law, at most I have been educated a few words, but my name today is decided.

"Let's go! What so much nonsense! If you have something to do, go to the office to explain, don't sign with other writers who will affect it. Sun Jing didn't want to talk to Xia Chengze anymore, and as soon as he pulled his arm, he wanted to take him away.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the Sanwei Library.

Sun Jingxin can't say it well, it seems that something happened inside.

"You take this guy to the office first, and I'll go to the bookstore to see the situation."

He instructed the intern he had brought with him and ran to the store. Before he could enter the store, he smelled a large stench that made people sick.

And the people who were waiting in line for the signing were also in a mess, and many people wanted to quit the store.

What's going on in the store?

Let's start at the beginning.

Let's say that Xiao Fei started signing sales before eight o'clock, and he was very busy.

For these readers who braved the cold wind to support him early in the morning, Xiao Fei was almost responsive, which made the signing a little slow.

But even so, by 9 o'clock, he had already signed more than 100 people.

"What smell? Why does it stink so much? ”

"Someone can't fart, right?"

"Farts shouldn't stink like that, right? I can't stand the smoke of people. ”

Just when Xiao Fei was busy signing and interacting with readers, some readers in line in front of him suddenly began to talk nonsense.

Xiao Fei also smelled an extremely unpleasant stench rushing straight to his nostrils, which made him a little unbearable.

When he looked around, he saw a tightly wrapped man with a small red bucket in his hand, and he did not line up, but slowly walked towards him outside the queue.

Intuitively, Xiao Fei felt that there was something wrong with this person, and a trace of vigilance arose. (To be continued......)