Children's literature, as the name suggests, is literature that is written specifically for children and teenagers.

In a narrow sense, it is literal; However, in a broad sense, children's literature is not just a literary work for children and teenagers, but a literary work that can be read by anyone of all ages.

Everyone has a childhood!

Everyone has a childlike innocence!

Whether it is old or young, the values and aesthetic standards such as innocence, truth, goodness and beauty, in fact, are largely figured out.

Therefore, it is very narrow to understand "children's literature" simply as a literary work for children and teenagers.

Of course, because of children's intelligence and IQ, children's literature must be easy to understand and lively, so in the concept of the vast majority of people, children's literature is a narrow literary work only for children and teenagers, and is synonymous with the impression of inferiority, low age, naivety, and so on. Stephen Zhao also thinks so, so when he heard Jia Xuan say that he was trying to create children's literature, he complained in his heart.

In addition, Stephen Zhao was also very puzzled: "Old man, the creation of children's literature is very simple, just tell some simple, vivid and lively stories, how can this be compared?" ”

"If only it were that simple."

Jia Xuan said annoyedly: "Although it can't be measured with data like science, and it can be clearly compared, but after the rules are set, it can still be compared." One is the time, which is limited to only half an hour; One is quality, which must have literary value; The other must be based on the real people around you. So, you can imagine how difficult it is......"

"I see, they're really boring!" Zhao Xingchi nodded suddenly, very speechless, and then suddenly asked, "Is this time to close the door and compete?" ”

"Nonsense, don't close the door to the competition. Is it possible to hold a press conference? Jia Xuan's mood was still very unhappy, even in front of Zhao Xingchi, his tone was still so hard: "Also, old man, I also think this thing is quite boring, but everyone is coming to the door to slap his face, you can't let him beat him, right?" That's too much of a! ”

Stephen Zhao was not angry. On the contrary, there is an inexplicable sense of joy.

That night, Stephen Zhao stayed at Jia Xuan's house.

The next day, Jia Xuan took him to the headquarters of the Huaxia Writers Association.

Along the way, people came in and out, including the staff of the Writers' Association, as well as some literati and scholars, many of whom were well-known.

Seeing Jia Xuan and Zhao Xingchi and his party, many people nodded their heads and said hello, and then cast curious glances at them. Most of the focus is on Stephen Zhao, curious why did he come to the headquarters of the Writers' Association? Some people even got excited, their eyes were eager to try, and they wanted to rush over to find Stephen Zhao for an autograph.

"Wow, it's Xingye!"

"I didn't expect Xing Ye to come today, what a surprise! It seems to have gone over to him for an autograph! ”

"Master Xing has never been here since the last time he came to go through the formalities. Looking at Chairman Jia's appearance, could it be that Chairman Jia invited Master Xing to deal with those little devils of the Japanese Kingdom? ”

"Quite possibly! Xing Ye is only eight buckets high! ”

"I don't think it's likely. If you think about it, this time it's about children's literature. When did Xing Ye write children's literature? Xing Ye is very good at writing historical novels and martial arts novels, but he may not necessarily create children's literature, I guess Xing Ye came here for other things. ”

"You fart! Xing Ye can write profound historical novels and powerful martial arts novels, how can he not create children's literature? Look at those literary masters, who doesn't dabble in every genre? Who doesn't have awesome works for every genre? Xing Ye can't write children's literature? What an international joke are you making! ”

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"You're always so enthusiastic here!" Although I can't hear the chatter of these people. But looking at the way they exchanged heads, Zhao Xingchi also knew that they were talking about his intentions today, and couldn't help but laugh and joke about Jia Xuan.

"You are now the most popular writer in the whole of China, and you are known as a national writer, can they not be enthusiastic?"

Jia Xuan said with jealousy. Then he waved his hand and said: "Okay, don't worry about these for now, let's go to the reception room first, so as to save those little devils of the Japanese country from saying that we have no concept of time." ”

Zhao Xingchi smiled modestly and didn't speak, and then followed him into the reception room.

Moments later, the group pushed open the door to the meeting room.

As soon as he entered, Zhao Xingchi saw the little devil in Jia Xuan's mouth, just by taking a look, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It's really a little devil!" ”

Because these people from the Japanese kingdom are really young, they are only in their early twenties, a few years younger than him.

This time, a group of ten people came, an old guy with gray hair and was about to die, a middle-aged man with an expressionless face and a fierce breath, and then eight little devils in their early twenties with hairless mouths.

In the reception room, in addition to the ten-member group of the Wa Kingdom, there were eight other people from the Huaxia Writers' Association, a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, and seven equally young hairy boys.

"Chairman Jia!"

"Mr. Jia!"

"Mr. Zhao!"

……

Seeing Jia Xuan and Zhao Xingchi arriving together, all eighteen people in the reception room stood up and greeted respectfully. I have to say that the literati are still impeccable in these etiquette, and the etiquette of the little devil is very good, even if it is an opponent, he is very polite before the competition.

Respectfully all to Jia Xuan, he is the chairman of the Huaxia Writers Association, and has great influence and popularity, even prestige, in the cultural circle of the whole world.

Although Stephen Zhao is famous, when it comes to his influence in the literary world, he can't catch up with Jia Xuan. But here, he also gained the respect of these people, and everyone greeted him with a lower posture than him. The reason, of course, cannot be his fame, nor will it be a martial arts novel, but the historical novel "Three Kingdoms" and the traditional novel "The True Story of Ah Q" written by him. Especially "The True Story of Ah Q", which is a century-old classic, has been praised and admired by countless literati.

"This old gentleman is Mr. Osamu Miyazawa, a famous prose writer of the Wa Kingdom; This is Mr. Hiroshi Hamada, a famous fiction writer in the Japanese country; This is Mr. Ogawa Zhou, a writer of children's novels in the Wa Kingdom; This is ......" Jia Xuan greeted the people from the Wa Kingdom. introduced Stephen Zhao on the other hand.

"Hello! Hello......" Stephen Zhao stepped forward with a smile and shook hands with them warmly one by one. No matter how much you hate each other psychologically, politeness on the face is always wanted, although hypocritical, but this is also civilized.

In addition to the people of the Wa Kingdom, the writers on the Chinese side. Zhao Xingchi also got to know each other one by one, but only remembered Zheng Yuan, a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, because his title is not only "famous novel writer", but also "director of the Novel Committee of the Chinese Writers Association"!

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry for you this time." When Zheng Yuan and Zhao Xingchi met, they smiled indifferently, very high of the literati of the old era.

Zhao Xingchi was very calm, and he didn't get angry at all because of his attitude, how about Zheng Yuan. Does it have a dime to do with him?

"Interesting!" Zheng Yuan glanced at him unexpectedly, he didn't expect to be so calm, you know, his attitude just now was deliberately shown, in order to express his dissatisfaction, dissatisfied that Jia Xuan actually invited him over.

After the two sides took their seats, they praised each other, and then the competition began.

"Today's topic is selfless giving. Or selfless devotion between friends, or selfless devotion between lovers. It can also be for society, for parents, and so on. Now it's time to get started! "There is no referee in the competition between the two sides, but there are two people who give orders, one is Jia Xuan from Huaxia, and the other is the old man from the Wa country.

Sitting in the position, Stephen Zhao couldn't cry or laugh, this fucking. Come and kill time?

"Who's coming first?" Jia Xuan's gaze swept over the sixteen young people present, but Zhao Xingchi could feel that this old man's attention was always on him.

"I'll do it first!"

The writer of children's novels named "Xiaochuan Zhou" suddenly raised his hand, then pushed his glasses and glanced at Stephen Zhao defiantly. There was a mocking look on his face, as if to say, "Boy, you, a writer of martial arts novels, actually came to join in the fun?" I will use my strength to blow you up and let you know that children's literature is not something you can play. ”

Zhao Xingchi raised his eyebrows and glared at him, but he was a little puzzled in his heart: "Do I have a grudge against this guy?" Why are so many people provoking me? ”

He decided to go back and have someone check on the man's background.

"So fast?"

Ogawa Zhou's sudden raise of his hand not only surprised the other seven young people competing on Huaxia's side, but even Jia Xuan, who was sitting in the top position with Osamu Miyazawa, was also taken aback, looking at him incredulously.

After a moment of silence, Jia Xuan and Miyazawa glanced at each other, and nodded in agreement at the same time: "You can answer." ”

Osamu Miyazawa, an old guy who was about to die, immediately showed a happy smile on his face, smiling like a chrysanthemum.

Although Jia Xuan's face was indifferent, the beating eyebrows and tense facial muscles made people understand at a glance that he was on fire in his heart!

When Ogawa Zhou agreed, a smug look immediately appeared on his young face, and he immediately said, "What I want to talk about is the selfless dedication between friends, adapted from the true deeds of my good friend Genichi Sakai, and the name is Tears of the Red Ghost."

I don't know where the road is, there is a big mountain, and there is a house at the bottom of the cliff. There was only one red ghost living there. The ghost's appearance and appearance were completely different from the ghost in the villain's book, but he also stared at two large eyes, and his head had something as sharp as a horn. Therefore, it is believed that he is still a monster to be taken lightly. However, he is just a little red ghost who is both kind and innocent...... Where? Where is it? Where's that unreasonable guy? The red ghost clenched his fists and shouted loudly, and as soon as he found the green ghost, he immediately ran over...... If I continue to associate with you, people will be suspicious of you and may be afraid...... Your lifelong best friend, Green Ghost.

The red ghost silently read this straight jump, looked at it several times in a row, and then threw himself on the door and sobbed and cried. ”

The story is very short, and it will be finished in a few clicks, but in Ogawa Zhou Yuyang's frustrated voice, the story of "The Tears of the Red Ghost" sounds extraordinarily long, as if a long, long time has passed.

The crowd was shocked! (To be continued......)