"Everyone applauds, let's welcome Mr. Jiang Yulou with warm applause!"

Everyone in the audience was shocked, this young man in front of him was Teacher Jiang Yulou?

He was even younger than the grandchildren of some of the people in the field, which ...... Isn't this nonsense?

Such a young offspring, can teach them these educated youths and writers?

Just when someone in the audience was ready to object, the host said:

"Mr. Jiang is the youngest writer in our Yangping County, and it can even be said that he has not been in writing for a long time. However, his first work was accepted by the literary magazine "Contemporary" and decided to be published. Oh, "Contemporary" is a literary magazine under the People's Literature Publishing House.

In June, the first issue of the magazine "Contemporary" will be published and put on sale, and interested comrades can go to the post and telecommunications office to order, and they will support our teacher Jiang. ”

The host spoke humorously, but the educated youth and writers in the audience couldn't laugh out loud.

Everyone is still in shock, the first work of this young descendant was published?

Although I have never heard the name of "Contemporary" magazine, everyone is familiar with the People's Literature Publishing House.

That belongs to the leaders of the Ministry of Rites, who dares to despise it.

After figuring it out, everyone no longer dared to look down on the grandstand.

Jiang Yulou looked at the reaction of the audience, and he was quite satisfied.

"Hello comrades, I am Jiang Yulou."

After briefly introducing himself, Jiang Yulou said humorously: "In fact, when I received a notice to participate in this lecture, I refused. How can I, a kid who has stepped into the circle of writers with one foot, how can I give a lecture to everyone. ”

"At that time, I told our senior teacher from Yangping County High School, no, I can't attend this lecture, everyone present is my seniors, how can I teach my seniors?"

Everyone in the audience listened quietly and nodded from time to time.

They thought the same way, although they recognized Jiang Yulou's strength as a writer, but they didn't think he could teach them anything.

Jiang Yulou asked with a smile: "However, Mr. Gao's words changed my mind. Do you comrades know what it is? ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at yours, and then shook their heads tacitly.

"Teacher Gao said: You kid knows that a few pounds and a few taels are good, and he has not been lost in fame and fortune. Do you think the county doesn't know that you have little qualifications and lack of ability? No, yes. Many of the young writers who participated in the symposium are better than you, so what can you teach in writing? ”

"But why do you still want to go by name? Because the writers in the county write better than you, why can't everyone's work be in the newspaper, but yours can? You may not be able to name why, but you can give you a little advice. ”

Jiang Yulou smiled, "I thought at the time, what Mr. Gao said is right, if I can do a little bit to improve the comrades' understanding of the preferences of literary magazines, then it will be considered that I have only come in vain." ”

"Bang Bang!"

The applause from the audience was very warm, and Jiang Yulou's low profile won everyone's favor.

Ability aside, character is no problem.

"Teacher Jiang, let's talk about it."

"Teacher Jiang, we want to hear how you write, and if you have any skills."

"Teacher Jiang......"

Jiang Yulou's humorous speech ignited the enthusiasm of the scene, and some young intellectuals and writers were willing to listen to him.

"Okay, since you comrades are interested, I'll talk about it. I am from Shanghe Village, Yangping County, and I am still in my third year of high school. ”

Everyone was shocked again, it was only the third year of high school, and then ...... Teacher Jiang is too young.

"I came from a farmer's background, but I loved reading since I was a child. Thanks to our party, although the family is poor, they don't need money to study. ”

Everyone smiled good-naturedly, not in ridicule, but in resonance.

The people present were not from peasant backgrounds, but they were limited.

After laughing, I heard Jiang Yulou continue: "Where did I talk about it just now? By the way, I have always loved reading since I was a child, but what has the greatest impact on me is the hot land under my feet, every corner, every inch of land, every brick and tile, every grass and tree, it is they that bring me inspiration and give me the motivation to create. ”

Everyone couldn't help but nodded, everyone was actually in a similar situation to him, and the inspiration for creation also came from his side.

"I started my first year of high school, when life was hard and there were no entertainment activities in the countryside, so I became fascinated by novels. The first novel I read was "The Story of Zoya and Shura", and later my classmates lent me "Red Rock", which are all good novels. ”

Jiang Yulou said a large list of book titles, and everyone has more or less read one or two.

Then, he scratched his head: "Look, I wonder if I can write a novel?" However, novels can't be written in a vacuum, and I don't know how to write them, so I can only learn from them. At this time I read Chekhov's novels, read "The Man in the Suit", "The Death of the Little Civil Servant" and "Chameleon". It can be said that Chekhov's short stories had a great influence on me. ”

"It's just that my first writing was difficult, but I wasn't frustrated, I knew it wasn't there yet. Since then, I have been writing every day, more or less, and of course a lot of reading is essential. ”

"Good!"

"Well said, that's great!"

"It feels useful."

"Mr. Jiang's perseverance is admirable."

At this time, someone asked, "Mr. Jiang, is the work you submitted to "Contemporary" a novel?" ”

"That's right, it's a short story." There was nothing to hide, Jiang Yulou immediately nodded to confirm his guess.

"Such a talent, the first time I wrote a novel was a short story."

"I wish I could read Mr. Jiang's novel now!"

Jiang Yulou said: "When it comes to short stories, taking Chekhov's "The Fat Man and the Thin Man" as an example, I think that if a short story is to be written well, the language must be concise and powerful, and it is precisely with Chekhov's novel as a reference that I understand what is the meaning of literature in the real sense and the essence of literature. ”

Whoa!

There was a burst of applause in the cafeteria.

"That's a great point!"

"Mr. Jiang's words went to my heart."

"Isn't that what he's talking about is the essence of literature?"

"Well, I never knew about short stories before."

After Jiang Yulou's words, everyone seemed to be empowered.

That is, they still don't know what Jiang Yulou's novel is, if it is really what everyone expects, some people are afraid that they will not bow to him.

"Thank you, that's all I have to say."

Jiang Yulou humbly arched his hand, and he couldn't stand everyone's enthusiasm.

Especially some lesbians, you are in your thirties, is it appropriate to look at me like a wolf?