1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 246
While Haiping's tone was pondering, his mind was spinning rapidly.

How to do?
It’s fine if I didn’t say I’ve seen it just now, if I just said I haven’t seen it, then there will be no such problems.

You can't tell Yu Hua directly, I didn't understand after reading it once, right?
They are all colleagues of the cultural center, that is too low.

I originally planned to watch it again today, but I didn't expect this kid to ask questions while having breakfast.

Great!
"I think it's very well written." Haiping decided to take a delay.

The expression on Yu Hua's face became even more excited, "Oh? Tell me, what's so good about it?"

Nima!

But that situation was not ordinary at that time. Few people didn’t understand it after reading it once.

Yao Shuzhi put her eyes under the magazine, and said in her mouth: "Oh, get off the horse, get off the horse."

Zhang Jianjun said stubbornly: "Yes. You claim to be Mr. Lin's loyal readers, and you can understand even what Mr. Lin said. Are you making people laugh when you say it?"

"Jianjun, if you tell him to stop reading it!" No one at the bottom suggested.

Zhu Changsheng raised his head and looked at me blankly.

"Brother Lin!" Yu Hua retreated out of the house and greeted Zhu Changsheng.

"Is that right? How do you think he was watching Weimin's great novel that day?"

The two little girls laughed.
Shi Tiesheng said helplessly: "Going inside is crazy, it's home after school, and it's also home after vacation."

"Then...why is it so ugly?"

I also deeply felt the torment and despair that Zou Zhengdao faced at the very first moment.

Shi Tiesheng patted the armrest of the wheelchair, with a narrow and bright smile on his face, "It's enough without that old man accompanying you!"

"Go to Yantai, I'll be leaving in two days."

Such a blank space is simply wonderful!
"Sense of imagery?" Feng Chen answered with an expression on his face.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Shi Tiesheng said: "The novel "Chasing the Murderer" is indeed too difficult to understand, but if Shen Shangxin reads it a few times less, it will be difficult to understand."

In that issue of "Youth Literature", there were only two copies outside the reading club, and Xiaojia followed the future rules and read them in turn.

"I'm saying he's stupid, I'm saying I'm stupid!" Shi Tiesheng laughed.

Yanjing, in a Qihe courtyard.

"Why is it difficult?" Yu Hua complained to Feng Chenxin again: "Brother Lin, why is his novel so difficult to understand?"

Lin Weimin hesitated, "There are so few works, if it takes a little time!"

After hearing this, Yu Hua nodded seriously, "You should try his method before."

After talking like that, until the first person outside the office was gone, Yao Shuzhi still sat under the seat without moving.

Yu Hua almost wrote the word "shaking M" on his face, "Aren't you talking nonsense? How can I compare with Mr. Lin? Don't just talk about these broad things, talk about the specific advantages." !"

Regardless of whether it was really to understand the content of the novel, or to embarrass oneself in front of colleagues and classmates, Xiaojia didn't have enough motivation to buy another copy of "Youth Literature".

Shi Tiesheng sits in a wheelchair all day, and the least thing he does every day is writing and not thinking. It is a daily routine for me to concentrate, but it is not difficult for young people who seldom get out of their minds. thing.

Zhu Changsheng patiently explained: "The meaning represented by words is abstract. Compared with them, people understand pictures more easily. Therefore, when reading literary works, it is the easiest way to understand abstract words into pictures. "

Haiping originally thought that his praise of Lin Yu would make Yu Hua depressed and even angry, so he would definitely not ask himself any more.

Zhu Changsheng nodded, "Bad, thank you uncle."

"Yeah, so you can understand even by reading, let alone listening, he'd better let Xiaojia digest it by himself."

"What Da Lan said is unreasonable!" Xiaojia agreed with the boy's speech.

Did Feng Chenxin answer your words, but walked around to Zhu Changsheng's face, and said in a somewhat smug tone: "You understand!"

Very few people hold that mentality.

During working hours, colleagues are busy packing things.

let you up!

But when I thought that Haiping would go back and re-read the big talk a few times before communicating with me, I suddenly felt a little stressed.

Zhang Jianjun held the latest issue of "Youth Literature" in his hand with a wet expression on his face.

"Hmm. What did you do today?" Zhu Changsheng asked.

Weimin's ending is great!
There are people outside the office, and you finally lose your expression and your face is distorted.

"Go to the reading club organized by your classmates."

Shaking the magazine in her hand, Yao Shuzhi asked, "He's finished reading this, can I borrow it from you?"

Shi Lan stared at Haiping's eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, finally slipped through.

Lin Weimin looked at Zhu Changsheng's expression, and then he realized that he had said something out of his mind, and I didn't look a bit embarrassed, so I waved my hands and said, "What's there, what's there."

"Where's Yu Hua? Is it summer vacation?" Feng Chenxin asked.

Haiping could only bite the bullet and write it down, "I think Mr. Lin has set a benchmark for pioneering novels! Yu Hua, don't you don't want to hear me say this, just compare your 'pioneer' with Mr. Lin, It’s not on a level at all.”

Haiping felt like a person who was going to hang himself but regretted it. When the rope was put on and the stool was pushed, he regretted it in his heart.

As Yu Hua said that, the smile on his face was dim, with a bit of complacency.

Feng Chenjiao said angrily: "Brother Lin, did he say you are stupid?"

Guowen Society, Front Building, Editorial Department of Contemporary.

Zhu Changsheng said with a smile: "Actually, it is difficult to understand. It is very important to concentrate on reading. What's more important is that he has no sense of pictures outside his mind."

Looking away from the first page of the novel, Lin Weimin was filled with an unspeakable shock. I was shocked by the difficulty of reading the novel "Chasing the Murder" through flashbacks and looping narration, and I was even more shocked by the novel. It perfectly integrates narrative, structure, and connotation.

Yu Hua wrinkled his nose and said angrily, "He's really narcissistic!"

"Well... you think, that kind of thing has to be realized by himself. A thousand readers don't have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts. Mr. Lin's works are profound and profound, and everyone's understanding after reading them is the same. What you said It’s just your personal opinion, and it’s difficult to affect his own judgment.”

Seeing that Xiaojia's expression was kind, the male student changed his mind and said, "You mean, the novel will be hard to understand if you don't read it a few times."

Among the crowd, a male student looked indifferent, with a kind of arrogance that everyone is drunk and you are alone, and said indifferently: "Isn't that novel so difficult to understand?"

The excitement in Lin Weimin's heart could not be expressed in words. I stood up abruptly, startling Yao Shuzhi who had just finished stacking the manuscript.

My words were full of restraint, which made Zhu Changsheng sigh.

Everyone glared at him, don't think that because he is a man, he can't be so arrogant.

"Weimin is here, shall we have some dinner outside the house tonight?" Father Shi came over and said.

Hearing what Shi Lan said, Haiping showed a contemplative expression on his face, then nodded and said: "What he said is unreasonable! You really haven't fully understood the big talk, so is it responsible to communicate with Xiaojia so rashly?" Yes. Go back and read it a few times, and come back to communicate with him after you understand it thoroughly."

After leaving Shi Tiesheng's house, Feng Chenxin opened his mouth and said, "How's the preparation going?"

"You can buy another one later." No one muttered.

If you understand the big talk, it must be a problem with Xiaojia's IQ, but because you have read it too many times.

You were about to go back, but you wanted to be blocked by Yao Shuzhi. At this moment, you happened to be holding the "Youth Literature" that I just put under the table in your hand.

In the 40s, the price of a small number of magazines was between [-] cents and [-] yuan. For special students, buying magazines was still a matter of no financial pressure. After all, Xiaojia might only read one magazine a month.

Especially when I saw Zou Zhengdao, the protagonist in the novel, standing behind the mirror and discovering that he was the criminal, the shock was even more overwhelming, and all subsequent contradictions, doubts, and ignorance were released at that moment.

After work, Feng Chenxin rode a motorcycle to No. 26 Lama Temple Street.

"How about what?" Shi Tiesheng asked.

Sitting behind the desk, Yao Shuzhi was moved, her eyes fixed on the "Youth Literature" in her hand, and her brows were furrowed.

Therefore, it has become a common practice for few classmates and friends to jointly buy a magazine or a book.

While the two were talking, they heard Yu Hua and Father Shi talking outside the courtyard, presumably they had just returned.

The two looked at each other, and Yao Shuzhi asked, "What's wrong?"

"Understand? Understand what?"

Zhu Changsheng laughed heavily and said: "Try not, it's because those with less ability are born with it."

"Shuzhi, are you still going to work?" Liu Yin asked.

Lin Weimin's face became even more embarrassed, "Weimin...that's a bad story!"

What about me, is the pressure so low after watching Mr. Lin's talk now?

You still believe me, hiding outside the bed and watching me for a week, do you understand if you can see it?
Yao Shuzhi asked uninterestedly: "Changsheng, has he been reading that "Youth Literature" all day?"

Feng Chenxin breathed a sigh of relief, "After reading it, let him take it and read it."

There were fewer manuscripts under Lin Weimin's desk, but at this time I didn't notice Yao Shuzhi stacking manuscripts, and my attention was completely focused on the magazines under my hand.

At this time, Lin Weimin, who was picking up his car outside the shed, glanced at the only bicycle left outside the shed, and felt a sense of superiority under his IQ inexplicably in his heart.

But he never imagined that Yu Hua's expression became more and more excited, just like...just like one, how should I describe it?
Speaking of that topic, Yu Hua was not a little excited, and said to Shi Tiesheng: "Brother, thanks to him for explaining to you clearly Brother Lin's "Chasing the Murderer", today you go to the reading club, no one recites it For a passage, Xiao everyone said that the novel is understandable."

Father Shi smiled and nodded, then went to prepare dinner.

How can he know what is good about me?Why didn't he understand it!
　The second update, that's all for today.

　　Originally, I asked for a monthly ticket at the end of the month, so I should update it more, but I don’t feel very good these two days, and some places can clearly be written better.

　　I have to spend a few days sorting out the outline and materials, so in the next few days, I will temporarily guarantee a minimum of [-] for two changes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)