Chapter 220 Punishment for Impulse
“Teacher Wang Zhongxing, let me ask, you don’t have many creative works, right?”
Wang Zhongxing was unhappy: “What did you say? I have to write better than you Is that what you mean when you say more?"
Wang Zixu said: "I didn't say that."
It's just "I didn't say that", but it didn't mean "that's not what I meant." The slight difference in the words was caught by Wang Zhongxing, and he immediately raised his eyebrows.
His eyes are a bit protruding, and he looks a bit glaring. He squints, the corners of his eyes are wrinkled and cracked, and he opens his tail like a guppy.
Wang Zixu said: "I don't know what writing is to you. For me, writing is rubbing my body against life.
"The bruises, the redness and swelling, and the slap marks are all written down in the book as if they were treasures.
"I have revised the entire book "Fire in Stone" 23 times. It is not a partial rewrite, but a rewrite like a complete overhaul.
"If the stone of history was initially used to build a high platform, after 23 rewrites, it was built into a city of flesh and blood of reality.
“I’m not complaining, I just want to say that I really love writing.
“Compared to being a business editor in a small city, or fighting with partners, I love writing more.
“It is simple and pure. Despite the pain. Even if it is painful, happy endorphins can be regurgitated from the pain.
“So what Teacher Wang Zhongxing said makes me very confused. Why did I waste this subject matter?
“Isn’t it what a writer should do to think of a story and then write it down?
“How compact does the structure need to be so that it is not loose? How complex does the character have to be so that it is not flat? How elegant does the style have to be so that it is not vulgar?
“Does this book have to have a structure that surpasses Tolstoy, a technique that surpasses Faulkner, a character that surpasses Dostoyevsky, and a style that surpasses Proust, for it to be worthy of being written?
“Teacher Wang, I believe that if you have experienced the joy of writing, you will not use these empty words to deconstruct the career you love. They have no meaning.
“Writing is creation, not a running race, nor a life-and-death fight. It should not become a scale on the vector.
“Teacher Wang, we are all literati, I believe you can feel it. I believe you can understand. I believe this book will touch you at some point. I hope it gets your fair review. ”
Wang Zixu originally wanted to quarrel, but when he talked about his works, he became gentle. Just like the villain in the TV series, when talking about his children, he also has a bit of humanity.
After all, he still doesn’t like sophistry. Sophistry can only win, but it does not count as doing the right thing. It's like he defeated Kong Huaifang, but so what? Nothing has gotten better.
However, many times in this world, "doing the right thing" does not make sense. Winning is meaningful. In other words, winning can make the right thing meaningful.
If he is not sophistical, he can only prove himself. Or moving people with emotion like now. He understands this truth and also understands that it may not be effective.
Maybe if Wang Zhongxing's surname was not Wang, or if Xiao Mengyin hadn't gotten up to help him just now, he wouldn't have been so emotional and said a lot of things from his heart.
When Wang Zixu was speaking, Xiao Mengyin, who was sitting next to him, kept listening in a daze.
No matter whether Wang Zhongxing was touched by what Wang Zixu said, it at least touched her.
Just now she was still struggling with what kind of punishment her impulsiveness would face. No more worries now.
Wang Zixu is the same kind.
How lucky I am to meet someone of the same kind in the world despite my strange appearance. Why worry about the future?
At this moment, she caught a glimpse of Gu Zao holding a pen and writing quickly on the paper.
I turned around and saw what he wrote:
"For me, writing is when I rub my body against life..."
At the meeting, if you encounter beautiful words and phrases with true feelings, you will immediately write them down. You are improving anytime and anywhere, right?
Hajigu, you guy!
Wang Zhongxing leaned on the chair, his face hidden in the shadow outside the light. When Wang Zixu finished speaking, his face slowly emerged.
He pondered for a moment and then said: "Since you love it so much, you should write this book, right? I will not change my evaluation of this book."
It is useless to move people with emotion.
The prince lowered his eyebrows and his expression returned to calm.
He was not disappointed. He just thought, okay.
In this case, I also know some quarrel techniques.
He reached out, lifted the briefcase at his feet onto his lap, pulled out a thin book from it, and slapped it on the table.
"Teacher Wang Zhongxing, this is your new book "Jiangxi Organic Fertilizer and Dutch Tulips", which was just published last week. On the waist of your book, there is also a recommendation from Teacher Shi Tonghe: 'The mysterious combination of realistic writing and classical aesthetics' ..."
Wang Zhongxing was immediately shocked, his neck turned red, and he shouted: "What do you do with my book? What does it have to do with me?"
Wang Zixu said: "Listen to me, the next question I have is closely related to your book. I must introduce your book to explain it clearly."
He opened the book and pointed his finger. Pointing to the table of contents, he said:
“Please take a look, this masterpiece by Teacher Wang Zhongxing has a very rigorous structure, so rigorous that every chapter is exactly the same.
"In the beginning, always write a period of history, such as the first chapter, about Qianlong's visit to the south of the Yangtze River, the second chapter, about Cixi's garden construction, and the third chapter, about Yuan Shikai's construction of the mausoleum.
"The second paragraph is always focused on an irrelevant little person, and this little person is definitely not the protagonist.
“In the third paragraph, this little character always made a mistake and faced danger, and the protagonist rescued him... The story progression in each subsequent paragraph is the same in structure.”
Wang Zixu put down the book and looked at Wang Zhongxing:
"Teacher Wang, you said that my structure is loose. I would like to ask, does the stable structure in your mind mean the same as in your book?"
Wang Zhongxing sounded weak: "I didn't say that I should be used as a yardstick..."
"Then you think the structure of your book is more rigorous than that of "Fire in the Stone"?"< /p>
“Of course it is...”
“What is it? Who is more rigorous? Which of these two books is more in line with what you call ‘solid structure’ ’?”
Wang Zhongxing pursed his lips for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence from between his teeth:
“Zixu, I can make it clear. Point, you are still young, and your book is far from good. I am not conceited, my book..."
Wang Zixu raised his hand high, and then smacked it down:
"This book of yours is rubbish!"
The redness on Wang Zhongxing's neck slowly rose up and rushed to his cheeks, which looked shiny against his dark skin.
“You really think your book is well written? When I bought your book, I saw that the sales volume in the online store was 2, and only two copies were sold in total. You have the nerve to say that the structure of your unsold junk book is solid ?
“This book is just a rotten, old, smelly old dung, with no literary value. If you say that the structure is rigorous, it will become garbage like your book, then I would rather have a loose structure! ”
The whole venue echoed with Wang Zixu’s voice, even the students passing by who were pouring tea were stunned.
Wang Zhongxing roared, raised his neck and roared:
"Who is rubbish? You are rubbish! Your book is complete rubbish! Do you know literature or not and you just write a book?
"Don't you know this is called structuralism? Do you understand Saussure? Do you know "Story Morphology"? Do you understand Roland Barthes? ..."
Wang Zixu patted the book and asked, "What does it mean to understand literature? Do you understand what writing is?" I've never taken an astronomy class, and I can tell that your book is garbage! It’s useless no matter how many theories you understand, if you can’t write, don’t write! ”
Wang Zhongxing didn’t seem to hear what he was saying, and just kept chanting:
"Do you know the big structure? Do you know "Hopscotch"? Do you know what 'writability' is..."
Then, many difficult words popped out of his mouth, such as "code", "deep narrative structure" and "breaking linear conventions". The whole venue was filled with the atmosphere of literature.
Watching the live broadcast, An Younan burst into laughter and rolled on the sofa holding his stomach.
"This Wang Zixu is really interesting. Do you understand now why I am looking forward to his performance so much?"
Duan Xiaosang whispered: "Every time he turns a broad topic into a specific question, and finally... it turns into a personal attack."
An Younan continued to laugh wildly: "The key point is that he bought other people's books. He really knows how to calculate!"
Duan Xiaosang said: "Although it is very provocative, it is also the correct strategy, because broad topics cannot be discussed with results. But it is very convenient to solve the problem of the person who raised the issue."
An Younan wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye with his finger: "It is better to prove your innocence than to attack others without internal friction. I have understood this truth since I was a child."
Wang Zhongxing spoke so hysterically that he couldn't take a breath and kept coughing. Shi Tonghe reached out and patted his back and said, that's enough.
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That’s enough. Calm down.
Wang Zhongxing calmed down.
Shi Tonghe turned to Wang Zixu and said:
"Today we are discussing "Fire in the Stone", and it does not involve the discussion of other works. If you must write far beyond other people's works before you can comment, then it is better to cancel the literature course."
Wang Zixu said: "I don't want his works to surpass mine. The main thing is that he is Wang Zhongxing. Teacher Kong doesn't write novels either, so you see I'm not targeting Teacher Kong."
Kong Huaifang was sitting sullenly, but when he was suddenly mentioned, he shivered, straightened up and glared at Wang Zixu.
Wang Zixu ignored him and continued: "Not long after my "Fire in the Stone" was published, Teacher Wang Zhongxing wrote an article to criticize me, saying that I ruined a subject.
"But he wrote this book himself, and it was not as good as mine. Isn’t he ruining literature?
“If his understanding of literature is the level of this work, then he is not qualified to give me advice. I do not accept his criticism.”
Wang Zhongxing couldn’t hold it back and became furious again: “You You are not qualified to speak about my level!"
"You are the one who is not qualified! Why should I admit that you have a problem with your understanding of literature?"
Shi Tonghe said: "Wang Zixu, you are too arrogant!"
"You are the arrogant." Wang Zixu suddenly calmed down, "You have lost control in the kingdom of words, but you have the supreme right to speak in the literary world. Wholesale the illusion of power with one hat after another, creating the illusion of authority. You are arrogant, you are arrogant."
Shi Tonghe suddenly shook his head like crazy and stood up: "You say it again?!"
Wang Zixu also stood up according to the table : "I say your reality is too hungry and greedy, and it has long eaten up your literary self-esteem!"
"Bang! Click!"
Shi Tonghe raised the celadon cup on the table and threw it to the ground. The poor tea cup exploded on the ground, and half of the cup lid swirled. It slid far away on the ground and bumped into the shivering Xiao Mengyin's shoes.
"Zhixu! Who gave you the confidence to talk about writing in front of me? Do you think you are the only one who can write?"
Wang Zixu was slightly surprised. He did not expect that this was the point of Shi Tonghe's anger.
He thought that Shi Tonghe had stopped writing for ten years and no longer cared about it. Unexpectedly, what made him most angry was that his writing ability was questioned.
He was only slightly surprised, then regained his composure and said: "If you can still write, you don't have to deliberately invite so many people to set off bombardments to discredit my book."
Shi Tonghe's face turned red, his saliva spat out, and he raised his hand in the air and pointed wildly: "Who do you think you are? You think you are so great that I need to smear you personally!"
"If you don't need to smear you personally, why don't you let me participate in the Feishi Literary Award?"
Wang Zixu took out his mobile phone. Throw it on the table, reach out and tap lightly, and a voice that is familiar to everyone present flows out from the speaker:
"Then what am I going to do?"
"Then, you haven't submitted your article for this year's Feishi Literary Award, right? You can wait a year this year and then submit your article next year."
"Why?"
p>“I speak from the bottom of my heart, listen carefully, you are very likely not to win the award this year. Because you are serializing, when you finish the serialization, it will be next year. You can participate again next year. The parties can't fault you. "
"Is it because there is a national collection list this year?" "No matter if there is, it is very likely that you will not get the award this year. It would be best for everyone if you don't participate this year, am I clear? ..."
...
The moment Wang Zixu turned on the recording, Shi Tonghe felt like he was sitting on a roller coaster reaching the top and suddenly suffered a heavy hammer.
Sparks were flying in front of his eyes, like fire in a stone finally bursting, and then the world was spinning. He only held the edge of the long table with both hands, like a drowning person holding on to a life preserver, so as not to fall.
Wang Zixu stared at him without mercy and pursed his lips.
Shi Tonghe, the last thing you should do is underestimate "Fire in Stone" and think that you can easily crush it to death with a set of tricks.
The second thing you should not do is that you think that after running over me, I will not have a long memory, and you still try to trade with me.
The third thing you should not do is that after you underestimated "Fire in the Stone", you should also underestimate Wang Zixu.
How can someone who can risk his life to write a book be a normal person? How can you expect him to be rational?
Creatures like wild dogs are very pitiful. They have not lived a good life. They look cruel but have simple and kind thoughts.
When it gets better, it will remember you firmly. When I see you, I come all the way over and rub my head against you.
I’m used to being bullied. Even if you kick it, it won't hold a grudge very much. At most, it will hide from you with its tail between its legs.
But if you bully it over and over again and take away the things it values most, then don’t blame it for being small-minded and having a bad memory.
The world is endless and the ends of the earth are endless. As long as it finds an opportunity, it will bite you hard and never let go.
在野外摸爬滚打，吞风饮露，就这么赖赖的活下来，还能心思良善，可不是因为天生好欺负。
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Book recommendation: "I am a township entrepreneur, you call me the godfather of entertainment?" 》
(End of this chapter)