Chapter 239

On the second night, Li Ye habitually took his lunch box and went to the library with Wen Watching Wen Leyu to study.

It's just that after finding a seat and sitting down, this little translator Wen Watching Wen Leyu didn't immediately start working, but handed two magazines to Li Ye.

"Help me look at these articles and estimate what level they are."

"Let me comment on other people's works? I'm afraid my level isn't enough, right?"

Li Ye smiled modestly while taking the two magazines from Wen Watching Wen Leyu.

Wen Watching Wen Leyu said displeased, "You shouldn't always belittle yourself. My mother said that you are one of the representative writers of the younger generation in the new era. Whoever looks down on you is the insignificant clown."

"Now Dong Dong Yuejin is a party figure. If you were as keen on participating in various activities as him, who would dare to challenge you?"

Li Ye smiled and didn't explain to Wen Watching Wen Leyu again.

He had never thought about having deep dealings with people in the cultural circle. The face and lining of the Seven-Inch Blade were all given by readers. What does it have to do with others?

Li Ye was very clear that as long as he could constantly write works that satisfied readers, even if half of the Writers Association didn't like his Seven-Inch Blade, it wouldn't hinder his Li Ye from becoming a god against the current.

Wen Watching Wen Leyu opened the lunch box, placed it between herself and Li Ye, and while picking and choosing to supplement vitamins, waited for Li Ye to make comments.

Li Ye opened the two magazines and took a look, finally understanding why Wen Watching Wen Leyu cared so much about these two articles.

Because these two, "The Death of Li Li Xiaomao" and "Three Days and Three Nights of the Boatman," were written by Chai Chai Kenan and Wan Wan Zhiyue respectively.

The two didn't use pen names, but used their real names directly.

Sure enough, Wen Watching Wen Leyu was not that broad-minded. After hearing that someone was targeting Li Ye, she immediately started taking action.

Or rather, because of "Flying Wind," she couldn't allow herself to be broad-minded toward such people.

Li Ye spent twenty minutes reading the two short stories.

These were two standard "scar" works, criticizing certain special things, and the lines were full of suppressed grievances and venting.

Wen Watching Wen Leyu saw Li Ye close the magazine and hurriedly swallowed the little orange in her mouth, then asked Li Ye, "How is it?"

Li Ye asked back with a smile, "You must have read it, what do you think?"

Wen Watching Wen Leyu shook her head and said, "You know my experience, so I can't be sure whether my evaluation is fair."

Li Ye was surprised, then said, "Xiaoyu, I have to admire your rationality and calmness."

In fact, the term "scar literature" borrowed from a short story "Scar" by a writer named Lu, to refer to literary works describing that special period in the past.

Educated youths who went to the mountains and countryside, and young people like Wen Wen Guohua and Wen Watching Wen Leyu, easily found recognition and resonance in such works.

That's why Wen Watching Wen Leyu didn't evaluate such works, so as not to let her evaluation be biased because of her psychological factors.

"These two are written okay, they can be considered in line with the literary trend of recent years," Li Ye evaluated, "But if you have to evaluate their level, they can only be considered average."

Wen Watching Wen Leyu asked very seriously, "Why can they only be considered average?"

Li Ye said, "Because there is only the evil of anger in these words, and no kindness of redemption."

Wen Watching Wen Leyu: "."

Let me give you two examples!

Seeing that Wen Watching Wen Leyu didn't understand, Li Ye gave an example and said, "You must have seen 'The White-Haired Girl', right?"

Wen Watching Wen Leyu nodded and didn't speak. How could she not know "The White-Haired Girl"?

Li Ye continued, "Xi'er's prototype is real. Don't you think the suffering she endured in the first half of her life has many similarities to what is described in these two articles?"

"But in 'The White-Haired Girl', is Dachun a kind and good person? In the end, did Xi'er get redemption? Did she wait for the beauty of the world?"

If scar literature is a concept, "The White-Haired Girl" has to be related to it. Is the scar of Xi'er's era not a scar?

But in the few years of the eighties, it was the object of criticism by many people.

This is a bit ironic.

"But in these two, 'The Death of Li Li Xiaomao' and 'Three Days and Three Nights of the Boatman', there is not a single good person,"

Li Ye continued, "Good and evil depend on each other. Even in the eighteenth level of hell, there should be the existence of good, and in the boundless dark night, there must be hidden light..."

"For example, when you were in Qingshui County, did anyone secretly repair your house? When the neighbor aunt saw you were sick, did she kill the only old hen in the family to stew soup for you?"

"Tell me, tell me, keep talking."

Wen Watching Wen Leyu's eyes were shining, and she urged Li Ye to continue with one hand supporting her chin.

Li Ye smiled, "What else is there to say? Some works are ultimately just products of the era. After another ten or twenty years, except for some very classic works, most works will be gradually forgotten by people."

"Really? It feels unlikely!"

Wen Watching Wen Leyu didn't believe it, but what she didn't know was that decades later, primary and secondary school students would no longer sing "The North Wind Blows," let alone those works that were not representative?

Even the author of "Scar" immigrated to the lighthouse and became a foreign Chinese after taking more than a thousand yuan in royalties, and almost no longer engaged in related creation.

In the long river of history, there are too many passers-by. How many waves have they stirred up?

"What about the second example?"

Wen Watching Wen Leyu clearly didn't have enough, so she chased Li Ye and asked for the second example.

Li Ye said, "The second example I want to talk about is the Soviet writer Solzhenitsyn. He suffered very serious harm and is also a well-deserved literary fighter."

"Solzhenitsyn scolded many people in the Soviet Union and was finally forced into exile. But such a person who used the pen in his hand to make countless Soviet big shots feel ashamed, do you know what his acceptance speech was when he won the Nobel Prize in Literature?"

Li Ye was silent for a few seconds, and said in Wen Watching Wen Leyu's expectant eyes, "Solzhenitsyn said that the Slavic nation is great, the Slavic people are strong, and Slavic literature is full of power. The whole article is praise for the hometown that hurt him."

Wen Watching Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye in surprise, not understanding what Li Ye meant by these words.

After a long time, he asked, "Why?"

Li Ye said in a deep voice, "Because he loves that land that gave birth to him and raised him. The reason he created his literary works is not only because there is hatred in his heart, but also love for that land."

"When he created his literary works, he hoped that the land could become better."

"But I didn't see this kind of love in these two works. Then why did they create these two works? And how could these two works be passed down to later generations?"

Li Ye threw the two magazines aside, just like throwing away two rags.

After Li Ye talked with Wen Watching Wen Leyu, he soon forgot about this matter.

But more than ten days later, he was surprised to see a book review of "The Death of Li Li Xiaomao" and "Three Days and Three Nights of the Boatman" in the newspaper.

The author signed "Wen Hua," almost copying Li Ye's remarks back then, and also took "The White-Haired Girl" as an example, criticizing that the works of Wan Wan Zhiyue and Chai Chai Kenan lacked human kindness.

Li Ye hurriedly went to find Wen Watching Wen Leyu and asked her if she was "Wen Hua."

Wen Watching Wen Leyu said to Li Ye in a low voice, "That's not me, it's my brother. I originally wrote a draft for him to use as a reference, but he was lazy and used it directly."

Li Ye: "."

Wen Watching Wen Leyu was somewhat guilty, grabbed Li Ye's hand and said, "I have severely criticized my brother, and he also said he owes you a big favor. If you want to blame someone, blame me..."

"Why should I blame you?" Li Ye smiled and touched Wen Watching Wen Leyu's head, saying, "Between us, isn't mine yours? If you had told me earlier, I could have polished it and written it more sharply."

Wen Watching Wen Leyu accepted Li Ye's head-touching kill with a smile, and then said, "My brother said the same thing. He said we were honest and didn't provoke anyone, but they named us and said we were not good. This matter absolutely cannot be easily forgotten."

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Honest, didn't provoke anyone, can be considered to have said it to Li Ye's heart.

He just wrote a few books to earn some royalties, but was stepped on the shoulder and pulled by the ear. How could it be easily forgotten?

Li Ye knew that this matter was not over when he heard Liu Liu Muhan talk about the two people who sneered at him and mentioned "Flying Wind" that day.

Regardless of whether Chai Chai Kenan and Wan Wan Zhiyue were intentional or unintentional, since they sprayed people for no reason, they would inevitably receive the retribution they deserved.

I write anti-Japanese literature, writing about those soldiers who fought for China, what does it have to do with you?

Retribution, serve them right!

He didn't even need to do it himself; someone would rush to take the lead.

But he didn't expect that this retribution would come so violently.

The publication of Wen Hua's book review seemed to be the horn of charge, driving a prairie-fire reaction.

In just two weeks, dozens of articles appeared in major newspapers and periodicals, launching a vigorous discussion on the "lack of kindness," and it was getting more and more intense.

And the center of the storm of discussion was Wan Wan Zhiyue and Chai Chai Kenan.

"Old Wan, do you have any news on your side? What exactly is going on? Why is everyone targeting us?"

"I don't know! I asked many people, and they all said this is a normal literary discussion, but if we continue to discuss like this, we two will be famous."

"Now we are already famous..."

Chai Chai Kenan gripped the phone tightly and gritted his teeth, "Think carefully, have you offended anyone recently?"

"No!" Wan Wan Zhiyue said dejectedly, "I've checked it several times. I've never offended any big figures with such energy..."

"If it's not a big figure, could it be... a small figure?"

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"Seven-Inch Blade?"

"Seven-Inch Blade?"

"What right does he have? What qualifications does he have?"

The two exclaimed at the same time, somewhat unable to believe it.

Some people are born to like to lecture others, always unilaterally and wishfully imposing their own right and wrong views on the other party, making the other party obey and recognize their "spiritual criticism."

Especially a rising star like Li Ye, who is young and has "flaws" in his works, how can he be mentioned in the same breath as them?

(End of chapter)