Chapter 672

The bullet screen in the live broadcast room was all supporting Ye Xuan's speech, and netizens felt that Ye Xuan said everyone's heart's voice.

When Dou Wentao subconsciously glanced at the number of people online in the live broadcast room, his pupils shrank.

The next instant, he couldn't help but take off his black-rimmed glasses and wipe the lenses seriously.

As a cultural language program, the highest number of people online for the first five seasons of *Round Table Party* was only four million.

But at this moment, it was not even a fraction of this episode!

He saw that the number of people online in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room had reached a full 14.3 million!

Is this Ye Xuan's national popularity?!

Just when Dou Wentao was immersed in the shock brought by this popularity, Jiang Fangzhou on the side pursed her lips, her body leaned forward slightly, her knees together, and her fingers crossed, revealing tension at this moment.

She also had a question she wanted to ask Ye Xuan.

After struggling for a small while, the expectation in her heart finally gained the upper hand, and Jiang Fangzhou raised her eyebrows and asked curiously.

"I have a question, the original intention of many writers' works is not to be written for today, but to be written for leaving a fragrance for a hundred generations. Do you think the same when writing articles?"

Jiang Fangzhou's question hit the psychology of many literati; which literati doesn't hope that they can leave a name in history?!

Liang Wendao, who had dealt with many writers, felt that this topic was quite interesting and took the lead to take the conversation.

"Writing articles is of course to become famous; which writer doesn't hope that their works can stay in the author's heart forever? That is a continued life."

Seeming to trigger more desire to express, Liang Wendao even gave an example on the spot.

"Just like Professor Wang of Fudan University, this year's book also mentioned this point."

"People live for a few decades, not asking for leaving a fragrance for a hundred generations, but hoping to be famous for a hundred years, not asking to be included in history books, but hoping that later generations will not step on it."

As Liang Wendao's voice came out, even many netizens in the live broadcast room started to discuss this topic.

"Who doesn't want to leave a fragrance for a hundred generations?! Who doesn't want to leave a name in history?!"

"That is! My older sister became a small writer this year, and her walking is called floating. Who doesn't have a bit of vanity and wants their works to be passed down forever?!"

"In terms of Ye Gouzi's strength, his works are simply to be left for a hundred generations!"

"Agree with the upstairs! I have already prepared to pass Ye Gouzi's books down as heirlooms! 【Hands on hips】"

"I am thirty-seven years old, and the only topic with my son is Ye Xuan's books, hahaha!"

The continuously brushing bullet screen also revealed the tendency of a group of netizens.

Who doesn't hope to leave a fragrance for a hundred generations and leave a name in history?

In this way, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xuan.

However, when they saw what Ye Xuan was doing, the corners of everyone's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Good guy!

Everyone here is discussing enthusiastically, but what about Ye Xuan, the person involved in the discussion?

Right now, he is eating the mung bean cake on the table with relish.

Smacking his lips, seeming to feel that the taste of the mung bean cake is good, Ye Xuan picked up the next piece and stuffed it to his mouth.

At this time, Ye Xuan noticed the eyes cast by the three, and subconsciously moved the mung bean cake on the table to the middle.

"Why don't you try it too? The taste is not bad."

And this daily chat full of daily atmosphere came out, and host Dou Wentao couldn't help but grin.

Seeing Ye Xuan's grounded appearance, Jiang Fangzhou and Liang Wendao also showed smiles.

Although the food on the *Round Table Party* table is also carefully selected.

However, since the long recording, there are still very few guests willing to eat on the live broadcast scene.

First, after all, it is a recording program; if it is filmed that you are eating, in the eyes of a group of cultural people, it is always a bit indecent.

If you leave something in your teeth, you might become a black history of social death on the spot.

In the future, whenever you appear in front of the public, you might be repeatedly taken out and whipped and played in a loop.

Second, when eating, if you are cued to a topic by the host, it is more or less inconvenient.

In this way, the food on the *Round Table Party* table, although rich and exquisite, is rarely touched.

Didn't expect that Ye Xuan broke the rules as soon as he came, and really tasted it seriously.

Watching this scene, the netizens in the live broadcast room had already laughed out loud.

"Ye Gouzi's expression seems to be saying: Why don't you eat, then I will eat first? 【Dog head】"

"Ye Xuan's heart: One or two don't move, that is simply disrespectful to the mung bean cake!"

"The host and guests are seriously chatting about problems, Ye Xuan is seriously eating hahahahahahahahaha"

"Laughing at me like a chicken chased by a dog for five miles!"

"Just wanted to say that Ye Gouzi is rarely so serious, the next second immediately reveals his original shape, it really is you!"

And just when the netizens were joking, Ye Xuan had already swallowed the mung bean cake in his mouth, and then returned to the previous question.

"Leave a fragrance for a hundred generations?!"

Ye Xuan shook his head gently, his tone was leisurely, and even his stretched posture carried a bit of ease and leisure.

"Don't worry about the aftermath while alive, be happy for a few days."

"Life in the world is just like a mayfly in the world, a drop in the ocean."

And these light words came out, but it made the three people on the side stunned in place.

"Don't worry about the aftermath while alive, be happy for a few days?"

Liang Wendao muttered and repeated this sentence of Ye Xuan, his eyes first flashed a series of shock, surprise, and finally turned into deep admiration.

660 As the first Chinese author to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, Ye Xuan created such a series of popular works, influencing the entire era of Chinese people!

Clearly, he is the most qualified person to leave a fragrance for a hundred generations, but he doesn't care about the reputation of later generations at all?!

What kind of lack of greed for vanity and fame is this?!

In today's literary world, how many people can do this?!

Just when Liang Wendao was full of shock, Jiang Fangzhou's focus fell on Ye Xuan's next sentence.

"A mayfly in the world, a drop in the ocean?"

After subconsciously reading it again, Jiang Fangzhou's eyes became brighter and brighter, and her voice carried a bit of light trembling.