Jiang Yulou also knows a little about some of the things that happen in the outside world. He is not too proud, even if Wang Shuo's "Stewardess" is not popular now, it will still be able to cause discussion after a while.

He just ignited the enthusiasm of the critics in advance and made the public pay attention to this work.

In his eyes, this work has more or less flaws. However, commenting on a work must be discussed in conjunction with time. What era, what kind of novels are naturally popular, unless they are like Jiang Yulou's novels, which are universal.

Or is Wang Shuo's "Stewardess", why it was so popular in the previous life, and it was made into a movie, it is because the audience has a sense of substitution.

Discharge, unemployed, dazed, vigorous love, the difference between ideals and reality, breaking up, and finding oneself, these contents can make readers find resonance.

Coupled with the eternal theme of love, it is not surprising that the novel can become popular.

As for why can't there be perfect love?

Reality is just that, and the novel is not perfect, so why can it still be praised?

Jiang Yulou thought about it, this may be the conclusion that writers of this era have come to through writing.

That is, only dead people, especially dead protagonists, dead important characters, can a novel become a classic.

One of the representative figures is Yu Hua and his "Alive".

These are just a few thoughts of him, and he has nothing to think about and have fun.

In fact, the disturbances from the outside world could not disturb Jiang Yulou, who took a week off and recuperated at home.

On this day, for example, he sat in a gazebo with a literary work in his hand and read a book leisurely.

These days, Jiang Yulou gets up late, and after eating, it is also twelve o'clock. It just so happened that he saw that the weather outside the house was good, so he made a pot of tea, took a book, and limped to the gazebo.

The sky was cloudless, the sun was shining in the yard, and everything seemed so bright and moving.

Just as he was enjoying this rare leisure, an uninvited guest came to the door.

Jiang Yulou said unexpectedly: "Editor-in-Chief Meng, why are you here?" ”

"I heard that your leg was broken, so I thought I would come to see you, and I took the liberty to come here, you don't mind Yulou, right?" Meng Weizai said with a smile.

"Why, come in and say."

Jiang Yulou limped and took him to the pavilion, but fortunately there was an unused cup here, which saved him from having to look for it in the house.

"The jade building is so leisurely and elegant." Meng Weiya looked at the surroundings and exclaimed.

Jiang Yulou poured him a cup of tea, and then sighed: "Where, my leg was accidentally broken, and I couldn't do anything, so I could only drink tea and read books in the yard." ”

Meng Weizai said tentatively: "You didn't think about writing a novel, you see, you haven't started writing this year, and readers are waiting for your new work." ”

"I haven't had much inspiration lately, and besides, I just published "Rise to Fame" at the beginning of the year, and I may publish "Jurassic Park" in the second half of the year, which is not without works." Jiang Yulou smiled faintly.

"That's different, others don't know, I don't know? Didn't you write those two works last year, how can they be counted as this year's works? Meng Weiya looked at him and said seriously: "Yulou, although your recent works have been successful, I think you still lack a work with profound connotations. ”

"Oh, for example, which category?" Jiang Yulou asked casually.

Meng Weizai said: "Works that explore human nature, pay attention to reality, pay attention to people, and pay attention to life. ”

"Isn't that what Contemporary's founding purpose is?" Jiang Yulou frowned, looked at him and said.

"That's right, such works are profound, and they can also attract the attention of the whole society." Meng Weizai looked at Jiang Yulou calmly and did not evade, "Moreover, walking with the times and concentrating with the people is not what we writers should do?" ”

"It's not easy to write."

"But you're Jiang Yulou."

"You really think of me." Jiang Yulou smiled bitterly and continued: "However, there is no shortage of such writers in China, and there is no shortage of such works. ”

Seeing that he hadn't said anything about moving him, Meng Weizai continued: "Yes, there is no shortage of works in China that show that special turbulent years. It is undeniable that it was a big stage that tested the character of human nature, but the description of that era by writers today is relatively simple. The protagonists are all tall and unyielding figures who would rather die to protect the lives of the people, and the villains are a group of selfish, steering, unpredictable, and inhumane opportunistic barbarians. ”

Or it is to describe the destruction of human nature in that era and indict injustice. That's right, our country has taken many detours and made a lot of decisions that now seem inappropriate. However, suffering is a part of life, not the whole of life. Too little has been written about the present, about what the people are facing at the moment, and about the future. ”

Jiang Yulou looked thoughtful, that is, there is a lot of scar literature, and readers are tired of it, so there are reform literature, and even avant-garde literature and other categories.

It's just that realistic literature is not easy to write. It's not that I can't write, but it's that such a literary work can easily attract some hostility. Such hostility often does not come from the top, and this is the most troublesome thing.

"It's hard, it's hard."

It's not that he's afraid of trouble, it's just that he can make money by writing popular novels, so why do such thankless things?

In fact, in the final analysis, he is now under no pressure.

I became famous, I made money, I lived in a big house, and I didn't have the urgency I had at that time.

Jiang Yulou sighed, then picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

Through the observation just now, Meng Weiya also understood his heart at this time.

He felt that Jiang Yulou still needed stimulation, but there was not enough stimulation, and with his current fame and wealth, he had no motivation to write that kind of novel that described social reality.

After thinking about it, Meng Weizai had a flash of inspiration and said, "Yulou, I heard that you vowed to be a contemporary writer?" ”

"Poof!"

The tea that Jiang Yulou had just drunk in his mouth was squirted out by him.

He wiped his mouth and said, "Absolutely nothing, where did you hear this?" ”

Meng Weizai smiled, ignored his denial, and continued: "Our country can be called a writer in modern times, Mr. Lu Xun should be recognized, and under it, Mr. Lao She, Mr. Shen, etc. can also compete. What do you think? ”

Jiang Yulou nodded, if you want to talk about Mr. Lu Xun, then naturally there is nothing to say, of course Mr. Lao She can also, he almost won the Nobel Prize in Literature back then.

"Needless to say, the literary nature of Mr. Lu Xun's works is beyond saying, in addition, what do you think is the reason why his works are so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?"

"Because of ......, of course"

Jiang Yulou paused when he said this.

"I have to conceive my work well, and I will definitely not be able to write it in a short time."

Meng Weizai smiled, his goal was achieved.