When the shopkeeper Liu Yu talked about the book teacher's literary meeting, he smiled and said: "The book master held a literary meeting, this is indeed the first time in the world!" Therefore, in order to protect the true identities of the storytellers from being revealed, all invitations are delivered according to the pseudonym and the bookstore where the script is published and sold. ”

As he spoke, Liu Yu also took out two invitations from his pocket.

"Here is the old slave, there is also an invitation post, which is indicated by the Wenhui to be sent to Mr. Liao Zhai, but who Mr. Liao Zhai is, even the old slave doesn't know, so he can only entrust it to the young master!"

"There is another letter, which does not specify who to send, only that the representative of my Hongchen Bookstore is invited to attend." Liu Yu handed over the two invitations to Fu Xuechen and gave a brief explanation.

Fu Xuechen was curious: "Could it be that if you go, you can know the true identity of many pen name owners?" ”

Liu Yu shook his head: "That can't!" The post said that if you go to participate in the literary meeting, the master can use masks, curtains and other means to hide his identity, of course, this is not a mandatory requirement, and it is welcome to be willing to show his true face, as for the representatives of each bookstore, they can do it at will. ”

Hey? Isn't this similar to a masquerade! Fu Xuechen felt very interesting, opened the invitation post and saw that the time was set at noon this morning, which is equivalent to about eleven o'clock in the morning in the future, at the Lianghu Hall.

You can even have a banquet! Fu Xuechen was even more interested.

"What will this article be about?"

When Liu Yu asked, he couldn't help but twist his beard and said: "I think the main thing is to show the talents of the storytellers, make friends with various bookstores, improve their reputation, and exchange their experience in writing scripts by the way?" ”

"Let's go!" Fu Xuechen immediately decided: "Meeting with many storytellers at the same time, we will definitely be able to understand their ideas as soon as possible, and maybe we can also grasp the mainstream creative direction of the current storytellers." ”

Seeing that the young owner looked full of interest, afraid that she would be disappointed, Liu Yu had to remind her loudly: "Young master, this Shiwen Club is a start-up, I'm afraid there won't be too many people attending the meeting, and the conditions of all parties are relatively simple." ”

Fu Xuechen smiled: "It's okay!" If I can, I hope that there will be a book teacher literary meeting every year in the future, and this meeting will be held by our bookstore instead, and it will be grand! ”

Liu Yu thought about it, when the profits of the bookstore were bullish before, the young master had said that in the future, he would turn the Hongchen bookstore into a chain bookstore, occupy the four areas of Kyoto first, and then spread to other counties. It also hosted the Literary Association of Script Teachers, which is to catch all the outstanding Script Teachers in the world?

The Lianghu Hall is in the southeast of the bookstore, only two streets apart, seven or eight minutes on foot, Fu Xuechen simply left the horse in the bookstore, took Fu An, accompanied by Liu Yu's shopkeeper, all the way to the hall.

Because of the Dragon Boat Festival, the streets are very lively, there are many snacks for sale, but also many strange gadgets, Fu Xuechen passed by a vendor selling children's toys, and bought himself a red fox skin mask.

If she went to the meeting as the owner of a bookstore, Fu Xuechen would not have to hide her identity with her face, but there was an extra post in the invitation post that should have been handed to "Mr. Liaozhai" Fu Yuchen.

The Two Lakes Hall is actually a three-storey building, occupying a three-story courtyard of the large inn and restaurant, the layout and grade are about equal to the four-star hotel with complete facilities in later generations.

There are a lot of people from Lianghu, the literary style is prosperous, and the business is developed, so there is such a magnificent guild hall in Beijing, which is not only used to take in students and businessmen from their hometowns, but also to open for business, and the daily profits are very considerable.

However, when he arrived at the hall, Fu Xuechen discovered that the so-called Script Master Wenhui actually only occupied one of the floors on the side of a certain high-rise building in this luxury hall, which was originally a place for people to drink tea and listen to books.

In the quite wide lobby, there are about 30 square tables of the Eight Immortals, which can sit more than 100 people without feeling crowded.

In front of the wall facing the corridor is the stage for the storyteller's performance, slightly three inches above the ground, so that the tea guests can see every expression of the storyteller, but at this time there is no storyteller performing.

Liu Yu took out the invitation card of the bookstore and obtained a tea table near the window, which was slightly in the front, but not in the front row, but it was a good seat that could see the performance seat clearly.

The food at the Wenhui is free for the invited guests, the tea pipe is enough, peanuts, fennel beans, melon seeds and other snacks are placed on each table with three plates, Fu Xuechen tasted a few sips of tea, and felt that the grade was just like that.

The tea party before the dinner party is for the guests to greet each other and get acquainted with each other, as the guests from all walks of life arrive one after another, the teahouse quickly became lively, and even Liu Yu had familiar friends to greet him.

Fu Xuechen had already put on the mask she bought, and when she saw someone greeting Liu Yu, she said, "You don't have to worry about me, I will entertain you when I should be, you just want to be my master if I come with you." ”

Young people still love to have fun! Liu Yu secretly laughed, since the young master wanted to pretend to be a teacher, then he would not be disappointed, so he confessed his guilt, and left his seat to go to the business field friend who greeted him on the other side.

Fu Xuechen touched the red fox mask that covered the upper half of her face, and looked at the other guests in the teahouse who had covered their faces like her.

A slightly chubby, round-faced scribe who had already noticed Fu Xuechen who came up with Liu Yu, saw her eyes sweeping over, and immediately arched his hand and said: "I am also the master of Hongchen Bookstore, the pen name Luo Guanzhong, who is the virtuous brother?" ”

Fu Xuechen didn't expect that the first person to greet her would be Luo Qi, a guy who was already quite familiar, although the other party was also wearing a smiling Arhat mask on his face, only showing his chin and mouth, but the other party's quite characteristic figure and familiar voice, as soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Xuechen recognized him.

"I'm here on behalf of 'Mr. Liaozhai'!" Fu Xuechen smiled and nodded in return.

"Huh! You, you are ......" Luo Qi's eyes widened, and he instantly recognized his young owner.

"Don't say it!" Fu Xuechen hurriedly blocked his words: "I am now the representative of Mr. Liaozhai. ”

Luo Qi hurriedly closed his mouth, and then couldn't help but ask, "Then Mr. Liaozhai ......?" ”

"Oh, he didn't come, I'll borrow his name!"

Facing several storytellers who knew that they were Shaodong's family, Fu Xuechen did not intend to impersonate Mr. Liaozhai.

Luo Qi understood, but he felt a little regretful, Mr. Liao Zhai was one of the teachers he admired, but he didn't expect the other party to be so mysterious, and he didn't come directly, missing an opportunity to get acquainted.

Soon, Wu Rui and Zhou Chong came together, and they also wore a mask on their faces, because they knew each other, they quickly got together with Luo Qi and Fu Xuechen, but He Ci, as a member of the organizers, had been busy greeting guests, and couldn't come over to chat with a few people.

Fu Xuechen didn't look at the scripts of this time and space, and he didn't know much about other people's scripts except for his own storytellers, so with the introduction of Luo Qi and others, he said hello to many strange storytellers.

Left a slight impression, one of them, the pen name Chivalry, the masterpiece "Lu Yidao", etc., looks thin on the outside, but the head is on the big side, and the temperament is bold, and the other person, the pen name Mo Zhongyu, happens to be the author of the supernatural work "Mountain Spirit" before Liao Zhai was born, and both of them are the cooperative scriptors of the largest bookstore in Beijing, Hanmo Bookstore.

Fu Xuechen wanted to find a few good seedlings at this book master's literary meeting, and he could dig them up, but the volume of Hanmo Bookstore was more than three times larger than that of Hongchen Bookstore, and his cooperative script master was the least likely to be poached, and the two people in front of him were both taking the traditional path, and the literary and green flavor of the work was strong, and Fu Xuechen couldn't look down on it.

On the contrary, after Mo Zhongyou met Luo Qi and others, he felt sorry for each other, and chatted hotly about their famous classics "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Journey to the West".

Fu Xuechen didn't intervene much, just listened to these people's discussions, and the other masters only thought that she was here to inquire about the situation of the Wenhui on behalf of Mr. Liao Zhai, although they were friendly to her, they didn't take her seriously.

Gradually, many of the teachers around who were inferior in grades were unconsciously attracted by a few recently famous masters here, gathered around the five people, listened to their conversations and exchanges reverently, occasionally asked some questions, and got answers, and felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Fu Xuechen quietly listened to the discussion of the literati in front of him, and inexplicably had the illusion of dreaming back to the Internet Literature Forum of the later generations, the difference is just that the later generations are all keyboard warriors, and these people in front of him are all mouths.

Such heated discussions, even if there were occasional heated arguments, but the atmosphere was generally extremely harmonious, lasted until the luncheon, and then continued until the afternoon, when the meeting officially began.

As one of the initiators and organizers of this literary meeting, He Ci also acted as the master of ceremonies and stepped onto the stage of storytellers.

"Please return to your seats, this meeting is about to officially begin!" With his words, everyone in the teahouse returned to their original seats.

After a while, the seat gradually quieted down, and He Ci began to make the opening speech of his speech: "The new dynasty of the country is established, peace is coming, and the future prosperity can be seen from afar...... The Chamber of Commerce of the Two Lakes felt that the script in Beijing was gradually flourishing and becoming a fashion, so it was willing to contribute generously to the literati...... Yes, there is this meeting, and we are willing to gather friends from all over the world to share this grand event......"

After the opening speech, everyone celebrated with their heads - in fact, this action was a warm applause.

He Ci then invited the representatives of the major bookstores to go up and say a few words, Hanmo Bookstore as the most well-known bookstore in Beijing, but no one came, this first one was invited to the stage, and became the representative of the Confucian Mansion Bookstore with books all over the place.

This person was quite cold, and he only said two unnutritious clichés when he went up, and then returned to his original seat, Fu Xuechen felt that this person actually looked down on today's words and the Shiwen Society, and he was very reluctant to come and see the posture.

Next, even the representatives of the first study building of the Cheng family went up and said a few words, which was also a superficial encouragement without nutrition.

Soon went to Liu Yu's shopkeeper to represent the Hongchen bookstore, because Fu Xuechen had previously said that he wanted to fight for the right to hold the Wenhui of the Storyteller, his words were much more enthusiastic than the previous two, and his posture was also approachable, and he soon won the favor of many of the Storytellers present.

“…… Our owner attaches great importance to the creation and distribution of scripts, and is willing to provide remuneration guarantee for excellent scriptwriters. ”

Liu Yu took the opportunity to openly dig the foot of the wall, and even slightly pointed out what kind of master the Hongchen Bookstore hopes to get: "Welcome the master who understands the pen clearly, can tell stories, and can take into account the beautiful words and sentences at the same time to come to my bookstore to deliver the manuscript, and the Hongchen Bookstore is willing to work together with you!" ”

When his words fell, there was warm applause in the audience again, and for a while, many representatives of other bookstores and bookstores were all secretly scolding Liu Yu for being a chicken thief in their hearts, why didn't they think of this trick, and took the opportunity of the speech to dig up people's walls?

Liu Yu smiled and waved in all directions, and was about to return to his seat, when suddenly someone in the crowd asked loudly: "I am not talented, I dare not ask for advice, how can I be straightforward when I tell a story with straightforward words?" And how can you also have beautiful words? Isn't there a contradiction between the two? ”

After a round of applause, many people had the same question: yes! How to write a story in the vernacular that is closest to the spoken language, and how to take into account the beauty of the words? With beautiful and elegant words, how can you expect it to be plain? Isn't that a contradiction?

Liu Yu was slightly stunned, he was making an impromptu speech, and the few requirements summarized were basically those that the young owner usually said to him, where did he think that there were contradictions?

Seeing that Liu Yu was asked, Wu Rui couldn't stand still, his style of writing was the most simple in the Hongchen Bookstore, and he asked himself if he had the deepest understanding of these requirements put forward by Liu Yu, and immediately got up and hugged his fist towards the person who asked, and said: "In the words of "Journey to the West", the master Wu Chengen, is willing to answer the questions asked by the shopkeeper Liu!" ”

"Journey to the West" is one of the most popular classics recently, Wu Rui is almost equal to a newcomer who has become a god in later generations, and when he heard that person reported his home, he was also in awe: "I would like to hear the details, and please give advice!" ”

"Don't dare to be!" Wu Ruixian said humbly, and quickly said: "In my opinion, the so-called straightforward is to write in the most simple and easy-to-understand vernacular, and there are roughly three main points, one of which is that it must be useful to speak, not to make descriptions that have nothing to do with the story, and there is no need to add poems and words at every turn." ”

Second, there is no grammar, no confrontation, and no obscure allusions. Third, don't moan without illness, don't avoid using slang and colloquialisms, I mean, as long as it conforms to the identity of the character in the pen, scolding the mother can also be written......"

(End of chapter)