Shen Congwen has spent more than a year in a sad way.

He read several "New Youth" magazines in his hometown, and under the influence of new ideas, he decided to take off his military uniform and go to Beiping.

He was also tired of the situation of warlords fighting in his hometown, seeing his friends around him dying one after another, thinking that he had not seen those scenery from afar, so he made this decision.

At that time, he thought that no matter how poor he was, he could become a policeman in Beiping, however, it was not easy for him to live in a big city.

When Shen Congwen arrived in Beiping, he only had a few yuan, he had no culture, he had no relationship in society, and it was not easy to find an errand.

During this time, he also wavered.

When he saw the banner of the Fengjun recruitment, he thought that he should go as a soldier, but when he walked to the street of Luomashi and wanted to press his handprint, he still escaped from the battle.

He couldn't afford to buy books, so he had to cheekily go to the bookstall to read books, pretend to buy books, and chat with book sellers.

After getting acquainted with people, he sat on a small stool next to him and did not leave until he finished the book.

The place where he lived was a small room converted from a coal storage room, small and damp, with only a small window, and only a small desk and a small bed in the room.

Shen Congwen called it "narrow and moldy Xiaozhai".

For him, it is common to skip meals for a day or two, but he still insists on going to Peking University to audit and read books in the library.

He still insisted on picking up the pen, writing it down day and night, sending it to the newspapers and magazines in Beiping, waiting for the faint news.

However, there has been no news.

Shen Congwen saw "Border City" at the bookshelf. It was written about Xiangxi, which he was familiar with, and he suddenly felt cordial.

For Lin Zixuan. He knows a lot, and Lin Zixuan's news will also appear in the newspapers of Beiping.

Lin Zixuan was born in a wealthy family. After returning from studying in the United States, he is the founder of new poetry, and has written many novels, including foreign novels and popular novels, and is a real great writer.

And he is a man of two worlds.

He found Lin Zixuan's novels, read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and read "Gone with the Wind", of course, most of them were read at the bookslet. There are also some old newspapers that no one wants.

Shen Congwen likes these novels very much, but his favorite is "Border City".

When he first started writing, he imitated Lu Xun, Zhou Zuoren, Yu Dafu, and Lin Zixuan's "Border City" the most, and he also wanted to write about the stories of the characters in his hometown.

It's just that the style of "Border City" is too alternative and not suitable for the atmosphere of Beiping's new culture.

The newspapers and magazines here in Peking value either polemical articles or critical articles like Lu Xun. Or thoughtful articles like nonsense.

During this period, if "Border City" was not written by Lin Zixuan, it would not be easy to publish it.

Therefore, Shen Congwen went in the wrong direction. If he had imitated Lu Xun's style, I am afraid that he would have been able to publish an article a long time ago.

Of course, if that's the case. Then China will have one more writer who is not known to the public, and one less writer with a unique style.

Shen Congwen heard that Lin Zixuan was coming to Peking University to give a speech. With the attitude of trying it out, he took out the article he thought was the most proud of and asked Lin Zixuan for advice, he didn't know if he could attract Lin Zixuan's attention. But you have to try it once.

When Lin Zixuan gave a speech, he realized something.

He used to read a lot of old books indiscriminately, and when he came to Beiping, he carried a copy of "Historical Records" in his arms, and he felt that Lin Zixuan was right, new literature cannot be separated from traditional culture, and those practices that separated new literature from traditional culture were wrong.

He wanted to say something to the students who quit halfway through, but in the end he didn't say anything, and he didn't feel like he had the ability.

After the end, he mustered up the courage to chase after him.

Seeing Lin Zixuan and Hu Shi talking, he stopped, waited aside, and when the two were about to leave, he stepped forward and boldly handed over his manuscript.

Shen Congwen has been in the army for a few years, and he knows a little about reading people, and he can see that Lin Zixuan does not pay attention to his manuscript.

Although Lin Zixuan's words were gentle, he was polite and detached, he guessed that this time there might be no result, but he still had a trace of illusion in his heart.

The next day, he didn't have breakfast or breakfast, drank some cold water to satisfy his hunger, and went to Peking University.

He wants to listen to the Chinese culture course and get in touch with traditional culture, although he may not understand it at all with his foundation, but he wants to listen and learn it.

He didn't expect Lin Zixuan to come to him in person, and invited him to dinner, analyzed the manuscript for him, and talked about how to write.

He even said that he was very talented in writing.

This kind of recognition from great writers is particularly important to Shen Congwen at this time.

The newspaper did not hear back from the newspaper where he wrote, which made him wonder if I was in the wrong business, whether I was not the material for writing, whether I should do something else.

Lin Zixuan's affirmation strengthened Shen Congwen's confidence, and he felt that today was his lucky day.

Shen Congwen's luck is far from over.

Lin Zixuan came to Shen Congwen not to teach him how to write, so as to get a small sense of achievement, he wanted to arrange a path for this young man who drifted north to live.

"I don't have a newspaper in Beiping, so you can submit your manuscript to Shanghai's Popular Fiction Daily in the future, and as long as it is well written, I will give you priority to publish." Lin Zixuan assured, "It's just that Peking and Shanghai are far away, and you can also submit articles to the supplement of the World Evening News, and I am more familiar with the editor-in-chief there, Mr. Zhang Zhenshui." ”

Zhang Zhenshui is quite famous in the field of popular fiction in Beiping, and he is also a well-known figure in the newspaper industry, so Shen Congwen naturally knows it.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to meet Mr. Zhang, you can contact him, do you have time?" Lin Zixuan arranged.

"Yes, there's time." Shen Congwen hurriedly said.

In the past, he couldn't even meet the editor, so he could only put the manuscript in the concierge of the newspaper, but now he wants to meet with the editor-in-chief, and he is naturally willing.

Moreover, with Lin Zixuan's introduction, he will be able to publish articles in the newspaper in the future, his life will be settled, and the sadness of the past will disappear.

"Okay, that's all for today, I'm going back to rehearse a poetic play. Do you have any interest in poetry and drama? If you are interested, let's take a look, they are all familiar friends. Lin Zixuan invited.

"May I?" Shen Congwen hesitated.

He abides by his duty as a man, and Lin Zixuan can help him introduce the editor of the newspaper is already a great favor.

He didn't know whether he should accept this invitation or not, and the one who could be familiar with Lin Zixuan should be the top figure in the Beiping literary world.

"What's not to do, our age difference is not much, don't be so restrained." Lin Zixuan patted Shen Congwen on the shoulder and chuckled, "I don't have a bad eye for people, as long as you persist, you will definitely be able to get ahead in the literary world in the future, let's go, I'll take you to meet Xu Zhimo and Liang Sicheng." ”

Xu Zhimo organized the Crescent Society in Beiping, and Liang Sicheng was the son of Liang Qichao, and they were very prestigious in the literary world of Beiping.

Shen Congwen was a little dazed and followed Lin Zixuan out of the restaurant, looking up at the blue sky, a flock of pigeons flying by.

Happiness came too suddenly, and this young man from Xiangxi couldn't accept it for a while. (To be continued.) )