When Zhang Xueliang was tied up again to quit smoking, Duanmu Yuliang finally arrived outside the door of Sanle Hall. He did not write to make an appointment in advance, and visited directly with great confidence, and said to the servant who opened the door: "Please inform Mr. Zhou, just say that Cao Jingping of the Left Union is visiting!" ”

A moment later, Duanmu Yuliang was taken to the living room.

Although he had a big tone in front of the servant, after seeing Zhou Hexuan, Duanmu Yuliang was inevitably apprehensive. After all, he was only a 21-year-old college student, and he had only written a few short stories since joining the Left League, which was too far from the world-famous Mr. Zhou.

"Mr. Zhou, my name is Cao Jingping, and my pen name is Duanmu Yuliang." Duanmu Yuliang said respectfully.

"Sit down." Zhou Hexuan smiled and looked at the young man in front of him curiously.

In the Chinese literary scene in the entire 30s, the most dazzling group was the group of exiled writers in Northeast China. These young writers from Northeast China have integrated their feelings for their homeland, homesickness, and tragic experiences into their works, and have become a force to be reckoned with in the history of Chinese literature.

Among the Northeast exiled writers, there are three people who are the most eye-catching, namely: Xiao Jun, Xiao Hong and Duanmu Yuliang.

Xiao Jun and Xiao Hong have already lived together at this time, but in a few years, Xiao Hong will marry Duanmu Yuliang.

Among these three people, Xiao Jun is a man of temperament, and he laughs and scolds better than Lu Xun.

In 1938, Xiao Jun crossed the Yellow River from Shanxi to Yan'an on foot, carrying a blanket and carrying a wooden cane. When Taizu learned of Xiao Jun's arrival, he specially sent the office secretary to greet him, and arranged a time to meet him by the way. Xiao Jun actually refused: "It's gone, he's very busy, I'll only stay for a week or two before leaving!" ”

Xiao Jun's chic, frankness and humor are quite a bit of a legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties. What is rare is that he can do things with peace of mind, and the work given to him will definitely not be messed up.

If there is any shortcoming of Xiao Jun, it is machismo. The standard Northeast old man likes to beat his wife when he has nothing to do, and Xiao Hong really can't stand the beating before proposing to break up.

As for Xiao Hong, it is definitely the "Roselle of the literary world in the 30s", and the honor of the four talented women of the Republic of China is well deserved.

Xiao Hong's "The Biography of the Hulan River" is like a sweet spring in the mountains washing people's hearts, and the beauty of the words is like an elf. In Zhou Hexuan's view, Zhang Ailing's literary achievements are similar to Xiao Hong's, which is equivalent to Murong Fu meeting Qiao Feng, although the fame is similar, it is not a level at all.

As for Duanmu Yuliang, he is definitely a neglected super literary bigwig!

At this moment, Duanmu Yuliang is wearing a windbreaker, combing his big back, and his demeanor is like a rich son. He said respectfully: "Mr. Zhou, I admire your knowledge very much. Recently, I listened to your "On the Songhua River", and I couldn't help myself for a while, so I took the liberty to visit. ”

"You've joined the Left League?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Duanmu Yuliang nodded and said, "I joined after being admitted to Tsinghua University last year." ”

"Good work." Zhou Hexuan greeted. In the first half of last year, the atmosphere of the Left League was very wrong, but this year it has changed, and it should be that its internal purpose has been adjusted by actively propagating anti-Japanese propaganda and helping students in exile.

Duanmu Yuliang took out a stack of manuscripts and said, "Mr. Zhou, this is what I am creating, please correct it." ”

Zhou Hexuan took the manuscript and only glanced at it, and knew that this was Duanmu Yuliang's masterpiece "Horqin Banner Grassland". The book was indeed written this year, but it will not be published until a few years later.

After roughly estimating the number of words in the manuscript, Zhou Hexuan found that Duanmu Yuliang had actually written almost two-thirds of the whole book.

Zhou Hexuan opened it and read it carefully, and after reading it for two hours, he suddenly couldn't help but look up at Duanmu Yuliang.

Although Zhou Hexuan had read this a long time ago, he couldn't help but be surprised. Because Duanmu Yuliang is too young, only 21 years old, this book should be written by a 40-year-old middle-aged man.

Duanmu Yuliang's style is not as humorous as Xiao Jun, nor is it as smart as Xiao Hong, and even seems a little pale, which is not surprising at first glance. However, he is characterized by delicate brushstrokes, exquisite descriptions, and profound thoughts, which contain the atmosphere of great changes of the times, and already has the style of a literary master.

To put it bluntly, "Horqin Banner Grassland" is not inferior to Ba Jin's "Home", "Spring", and "Autumn", and in some places it is still surpassed.

It's still the same sentence, Duanmu Yuliang is only 21 years old, and it's too scary to be able to write this kind of work.

But it's normal to think about it from another angle, some people are born writers, and their first work is at the pinnacle. The same is true of Duanmu Yuliang, although he has many later works, but the highest ideological and artistic value is still this debut novel.

Zhou Hexuan didn't finish reading the manuscript, so he commented: "In the past two years, the only Chinese literary works that can be compared with "Horqin Banner Grassland" are Ba Jin's "Torrent" ("Home"), I like your book very much." ”

"Really?" Duanmu Yuliang suddenly became excited.

Ba Jin is a popular figure in the literary world these days, and Zhou Hexuan actually compares him to Ba Jin, how can Duanmu Yuliang not be excited? He's just a pawn in the literary world.

Zhou Hexuan said: "I only mention two defects, as for whether to correct it, it is up to you. ”

"Mr. Zhou, please speak!" Duanmu Yuliang hurriedly said.

"First," Zhou Hexuan said, "your description is too delicate, which is a good thing and a good thing." However, if everything is too much, too detailed descriptions will seem cumbersome, resulting in a loose structure of the whole story. I suggest that unnecessary depictions be deleted directly. ”

Duanmu Yuliang nodded and said, "I remember." ”

Zhou Hexuan continued: "Second, you like to read "Dream of Red Mansions" very much, right? ”

Duanmu Yuliang smiled: "I have been studying since I was a child. ”

Zhou Hexuan said: "In this one of yours, there is a faint shadow of "Dream of Red Mansions". But it's still the same sentence, it's too much, it's okay to pay tribute, it's okay to imitate, but don't be too obsessed with "Dream of Red Mansions". You are yourself, not Cao Xueqin, just do it in moderation. ”

"I understand." Duanmu Yuliang was a little embarrassed.

After all, he was still too young and had no experience in writing long-form novels, so he couldn't help but draw on Dream of Red Mansions when writing. Now that Zhou Hexuan can see through it at a glance, Duanmu Yuliang is like a thief who has been caught.

When Zhou Hexuan read "Horqin Banner Grassland" in his last life, the most regrettable thing was that the traces of this "Dream of Red Mansions" were too heavy. Especially in the second half, it seriously affects the original taste of the work, so that a potential masterpiece is downgraded to a high-quality masterpiece.

I hope Duanmu Yuliang can correct it, and then another literary master will be born.

Duanmu Yuliang suddenly said: "Mr. Zhou, my creation is all self-exploration, can you be my teacher?" ”

Zhou Hexuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay." ”

Xiao Jun and Xiao Hong, among the three major exiled writers in Northeast China, are all disciples of Lu Xun. Now there is one Duanmu Yuliang left to apprentice, Zhou Hexuan thinks it's not bad, at least he can't lose to Lu Xun in terms of apprentices.