You promised to make a bad movie, but your box office exceeded 10 billion?

Chapter 237: Words don’t mean what they mean

"Ah, I feel itchy all over my body, like there are bugs crawling..."

University of Electronic Science and Technology of China, Qingshuihe Campus, Xuezhiyuan.

Yang Hong shouted loudly while still scratching his body with his hands. Those who didn't know it might have thought he was an addict.

"Okay, okay, go to bed early, we have to go out to play tomorrow!"

After all, Ma Liang was more mature and prudent. Although he was equally regretful and reluctantly turned off the computer, he still decided to look up and look forward.

"Why don't you go?" Zheng Lei also turned around.

"Ah? Didn't you just agree to go to Chenghai Lake?"

Ma Liang was a little puzzled. They had just bought tickets in class, so why didn't they just say they didn't want to go?

"Why don't you just watch the show in the dormitory? I saw in the trailer that in order to give back to the fans, the old thief will show six episodes every day. It just so happens that the National Day is over and the show has finished..."

Zheng Lei explained, "Six episodes every day!"

"Yes, yes, how about we just watch the drama in the dormitory? After watching the drama, we can also have fun together!"

Yang Hong's eyes lit up at Zheng Lei's words and he quickly agreed.

"What do you say?" Ma Liang looked back at Han Zhe. In fact, he was a little moved. When he thought about going on a trip and having a lot of troubles, it would be better to lie in the dormitory for seven days. What's more, there are still dramas to catch up on.

"I can't play alone, can I?"

Han Zhe spread his hands helplessly, Ma Liang's expression had already betrayed everything.

"Refund, refund..."

Yang Hong happily took out his mobile phone, but Zheng Lei had already climbed onto the bed, which made Yang Hong puzzled for a while, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Go to bed early, and you can continue watching dramas as soon as you wake up!"

Zheng Lei excitedly lifted up the quilt and lay down on the bed. He had a sweet dream before he fell asleep.

“It won’t be updated until 8pm tomorrow night!”

Ma Liang rolled his eyes, still trying to maintain the image that he wanted to travel more, but was forced to stay because his roommates gave up.

……

On October 10st, it was just dawn, and the streets were already filled with people waiting to watch the flag raising. In the sea of ​​people, everyone held up their mobile phones, wanting to record the next scene forever in their mobile phones and in their hearts!

The sky gradually became brighter, and suddenly, the silence of the early morning was broken by the sound of uniform footsteps. It was the soldiers walking towards the square. Wearing uniforms, with firm steps and bright eyes, they came to the flagpole, divided into two rows, and stood facing each other.

At this time, people in the square held their breath, and all eyes were focused on the flagpole. As the singing sounded, the flag-raising ceremony officially began. The soldiers raised the national flag in their hands and paid attention to the rising red flag. Everyone was deeply moved by this solemn scene, and their hearts were filled with love and respect for the motherland. Confidence in the future.

After the flag-raising was over, thunderous applause erupted in the square, and people sang loudly, and the songs resounded through the sky. This was not only a tribute to the motherland, but also an expectation for a better life in the future.

The flag-raising ceremony in the square is not only a solemn ceremony, but also an affectionate confession to the motherland and people. On this special day, everyone deeply feels their close connection with the motherland and feels proud that they are Chinese. And proud.

Chen Hui stood in front of the square and sang loudly about the motherland. Originally, he was not a person who was good at expressing emotions. Not to mention asking him to sing such a song in front of so many people. Even if he went to a KTV, he would not dare to sing loudly. of.

In the past, in schools, companies, etc., whenever the host announced that everyone would stand up and sing a song together, everyone would just open their mouths and not make a sound. Even though there were hundreds of people in the room, this song was sung. Gotta be quiet.

But on this occasion, for some reason, Chen Hui was able to sing loudly the love in his heart. The singing in the square was so loud!

Because he arrived early enough, he could even see the majestic expressions of the soldiers under the flag, which made his singing become more determined.

This is the advantage of being a freelancer. He brought his parents here half a month ago. During this half month, before the crowds arrived, they had visited the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, and the alleys. The old men walked the birds, ate roast duck, and tasted the famous and terrifying bean juice...

Now after watching the flag-raising ceremony, they are ready to go home.

It wasn't until 10:30 that the three of them returned to the hotel and started packing their luggage. Although the tickets were bought for the afternoon, they were not ready to continue shopping. They couldn't beat the surging sea of ​​people.

From Beijing to Jiazhou, the high-speed rail requires a transfer in Chang'an City, which takes a total of ten hours. However, it only takes three hours to fly to Chengdu. The high-speed rail from Chengdu to Jiazhou takes less than an hour...

The most important thing is that the high-speed rail from Beijing to Jiazhou costs more than 800 and nearly 900 yuan, and the air ticket, because it is the reverse direction, is more than half cheaper than the high-speed rail ticket. Sure enough, the so-called frugality of the old man is all a lie.

Chen Hui also couldn't figure out why his parents refused to fly.

After repeated persuasion failed, Chen Hui had no choice but to place an order for a power bank at Goudong before coming.

At 7:30 in the evening, on the high-speed train, Chen Hui was already holding his mobile phone, put on his headphones and started waiting.

It started airing at eight o'clock, with six episodes, and he almost arrived home right after it was over. Thinking about it this way, he wasn't so disappointed anymore.

However, I just opened the Xiaopo website, refreshed it, and found that "Age of Awakening" has been updated to 12 episodes.

"Didn't you agree to update at eight o'clock?"

Chen Hui was furious, "I just like this kind of unpunctual old thief!"

I happily clicked on the seventh episode and leaned back on the uncomfortable high-speed rail chair.

"My braids are tangible, your braids are invisible. Hidden in your heart, don't think that if we cut off our hair, put on suits, and talk English all the time, foreigners will look down on us. Quite the contrary. , when a Chinese becomes Westernized and becomes a foreigner, it will arouse their contempt. Only when they see that we Chinese have their own unique civilization and spirit, will they have real respect for us in their hearts! "

After watching five episodes in one go, Chen Hui was a little tired, especially the chairs on the high-speed train, which made his back hurt from sitting on them. But when he suddenly heard this sentence, he suddenly became energetic.

He claimed to be a scholar, but he had never heard of Mr. Gu's name before, let alone read his works. However, he did not expect that the old man more than a hundred years ago had already realized this.

Don’t think that if we cut off our hair, put on suits, and talk English all over the place, foreigners will look down upon us. On the contrary, when a Chinese Westernizes and becomes a foreigner, it will arouse their contempt!

Good words of wisdom!

Words of gold!

As a student of Donglu University, Chen Hui was filled with emotions when he heard these words again.

Even the ancients who lived more than a hundred years ago understood the truth. I don’t know why, but now there are still people who don’t understand it. They are confused, confused!

Sitting up straight, Chen Hui couldn't help but look more attentively.

However, something happened next that made his blood pressure soar.

Because PK University dismissed a foreign professor who was unethical and derelict in his duties, the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets actually put pressure on China. Not only did Mr. Cai, who made this decision, need to apologize and compensate, but he also wanted the professor to return to PK.

What a shame and a big humiliation, really a big shame and a big humiliation!

However, the subsequent response by Cai Gong and others made Chen Hui feel proud!

Even under such circumstances, they did not bow to the powerful empire on which the sun never sets, but actively maintained the truth they insisted on and defended the dignity of China.

Every word they said was so loud and powerful that it lifted people's spirits.

But soon, Chen Hui couldn't get excited because he thought of his alma mater again.

More than a hundred years ago, in China, which had been weak for many years and was like a piece of meat on a chopping block, there was a group of people who straightened their spines and dared to fight for the dignity of the motherland. But now, the motherland has become strong and is no longer afraid of anyone. However, there are people who are willing to bend their backbones to please those foreign adults.

And the people you are trying to please are not the foreigners from the Empire or the Beautiful Country, but the barbarians from distant places and uncivilized lands!

Chen Hui once met such a student when he was still in school. They bluntly said that they came to China not to study at all, but to make money, because the various subsidized scholarships for studying in China are better than working in their hometown. Earn much more!

Of course, perhaps even they themselves did not expect that in addition to making money, there are also special service arrangements, and they are not served by one person. Such thoughtful service is also an unexpected surprise for them.

Unknowingly, Chen Hui had tears streaming down his face.

It was only now that he understood how difficult it was for those ancestors, because, in that situation, they all dared to stand up and speak out, and unswervingly adhered to their own ideas, uniting knowledge and action.

But now, even in such a good environment, no one dares to say anything because they are afraid of ruining their future.

ridiculous……

Ridiculous...

Chen Hui burst into tears.

The most ridiculous thing is that the principal who formulated this policy not only was not punished, but was promoted not long after...

Hahaha……

Chen Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The excitement in the play, the absurdity of reality, and the huge contrast made him unable to accept it for a while.

What people fear most is comparison.

While he admired the ancestors in the play, he even said that it would be great if he could be born in that era and fight for the rise of the motherland like his ancestors.

But in reality, they don't even dare to speak out about the injustice, and no one dares to stand up and oppose it.

What could trash like them accomplish even if they returned to that era?

With his mind agitated, Chen Hui couldn't wait to take out his computer and start working hard now.

But he still didn't take out his computer after all, because he knew that what he wanted to say now couldn't be sent at all, so why waste time making a video?

Chen Hui turned off his cell phone half-heartedly and lay down on the backrest. Chen Hui was as slumped as a defeated rooster.

I just finished watching episode 12, so today’s update ends here.

Perhaps other viewers are still looking forward to the PK University delegation's verbal battle with the representatives of the Empire on which the sun never sets. But Chen Hui no longer has this interest.

……

"Suppose, there is such an iron house, which has no windows and is indestructible. There are many sleeping people inside, who will soon be suffocated to death. However, from sleep to death, they have no idea of ​​the sorrow of death. Now you are shouting loudly to wake up these relatively sober people, but these unfortunate few have to endure this irreparable and dying pain, do you think you are worthy of them?"

"If I can wake up those people with a few shouts, you can never say that he has no hope of destroying this iron house."

Shihao Feili, living room, Li Mingyue sat on the sofa, leaning on Su You's shoulder, watching the latest updated series.

She had also learned this passage when she was in school, but after the actors performed it, she actually had more feelings about it. The actor played by Lu Xun was disheartened, and the actor played by Qian Xtong was passionate and generous...

She thought, maybe this is the role of film and television dramas!

“What a great shot!”

Li Mingyue couldn't help but praise, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Su You shook his head, "It's not that I took good pictures, but the history of that year is so wonderful. In fact, the history of that year is even more exciting than what I presented!"

Su You also has some regrets. As he said, the history of that year was actually more exciting than the "Awakening Age" he filmed. He also considered for a long time during the filming whether he should use his own understanding to modify the script. .

But in the end, he gave up. After all, this was a gift to celebrate the motherland's birthday, and there was no room for loss. He still chose to seek stability. On the other hand, some things cannot be said true after all.

"Oh?"

"What could be more exciting?"

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Li Mingyue thinks this drama is exciting enough. Did he not expect that there is something more exciting?

Seeing Li Mingyue's curious baby appearance, Su You also showed a happy smile, and suddenly the conversation became lively.

"Let you read more often. There is a golden house in the book. The stories in the book are much more exciting than those on TV!"

After tapping Li Mingyue's forehead, perhaps influenced by Mr. Gu in the play, Su You felt a little proud and said proudly, "Then let me tell you!"

"You must know this paragraph. Mr. Lu Xun mentioned it in the preface to "The Scream"."

"That story is far more exciting than what is shown on the screen!"

At that time, the x-culture movement was going on, and Hu Shih even proposed a literary revolution, opposing classical Chinese and advocating vernacular.

It doesn’t take much to know how many people such a movement would offend.

The intellectuals at that time had studied classical Chinese all their lives. Now they are better. If you destroy the foundation on which they rely for survival, how can they not fight you?

For example, there was a translator named Lin Shu at that time. He translated foreign novels into classical Chinese. Now that you advocate vernacular, isn't this going to ruin his job?

Just the debate between the classical literary school and the vernacular literary school is extremely exciting.

Hu Shi promptly proposed that there should be no need for allusions, no antithesis, and no imitation of the ancients...

The people of the ancient literary school would definitely not agree, so Huang Kan said, if your wife dies, your family will definitely send a telegram saying, "Your wife is dead, come back quickly", which is 11 words long.

In ancient Chinese, only four words are needed, "My wife is bereaved and she will return soon", and the telegram cost can be saved by half.

"Oh, this Huang Kan is really annoying!"

Li Mingyue wrinkled her nose slightly. She hated this guy when she was watching the drama before. Now that she heard Su You say this, she hated this guy even more.

Su You didn't pay attention, but continued, "At this time, Qian Xuantong stepped forward."

"Hey, aren't you talking about Lu Xun?"

Li Mingyue was a little confused.

"Don't worry, the big boss always appears last." Su You waved his hand, and Li Mingyue could only continue to listen patiently.

At this time, Qian Xtong was much more radical than Hu Shi. He said that he would abolish Chinese characters and replace them all with Roman characters. This made the people of the ancient literary school crazy, and naturally attracted all their firepower...

In this way, no one paid attention to the matter of vernacular literature, so the promotion of vernacular literature was successful.

Mr. Lu Xun also mentioned this matter.

Chinese people always like to compromise. For example, if you say that this room is too dark and a window must be opened, people will definitely not allow it. But if you advocate removing the roof, they will come to compromise. , I am willing to open the window...

A great man once said something similar to the same meaning: what is wrong must be too right!

However, if you want to promote vernacular literature, these arguments alone are useless. Since you want to promote vernacular literature, you must produce vernacular works to convince people, right?

Then let’s take a look at what works Hu Shi, an advocate, wrote!

When Su Youyou arrived here, there was undisguised contempt on his face.

Maybe he is not qualified to look down on this person. This person is indeed of some level, but what this person does is indeed despicable. What's more, his vernacular works really make people laugh.

For example, his vernacular poetry is also the first vernacular poetry in China.

Two yellow butterflies flew up to the sky. I don't know why, but one of them suddenly flew back. The remaining one was lonely and pitiful. He had no intention of going up to the sky. The sky was too lonely.

Forehead goose goose...

Suddenly there was a squawk of geese in the living room.

Li Mingyue laughed so much that her stomach ached. She really didn't know that Mr. Hu Shi had such a masterpiece. She thought that if she could find a kid in an elementary school, he could write better than this.

“It’s not just this, Mr. Hu has many ‘masterpieces’!”

When Li Mingyue stopped laughing, Su You continued, "Also, who are they, three failed heroes, one successful hero, their weapons, fried eggs, fried eggs, their spirit, do it! Do it! Dry!"

Li Mingyue looked at Su You with wide eyes, she was stunned.

"If this is the case, then if I travel back to that era, can I also become a literary master?"

Li Mingyue asked curiously.

"Literature is a bit difficult for everyone, but for people with vernacular literature, maybe there is hope."

Su You smiled.

Hearing this, Li Mingyue suddenly became interested and asked happily, "Is there more? Is there more? I still want to listen..."

Car! Car!

Cars come like flying.

When the guest looked at the coachman, he suddenly felt sad and sad.

The passenger asked the coachman: "How old are you this year? How many hours have you been pulling the coach?"

The coachman replied: "I am sixteen this year, and I have been pulling a coach for three years. Don't be suspicious."

The passenger told the coachman: "You are too young. I can't ride in your car. If I ride in your car, I feel miserable."

The coachman told the passenger: "I have had no business for half a day. I am cold and hungry.

Your old good heart cannot satisfy my hungry belly.

I'm young and the police don't care about me pulling a car, so who are you? "

The guest nodded and got on the bus and said, "Pull to the west of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!"

Hahahaha...

Li Mingyue laughed wildly again.

Next, Su You read several vernacular poems by Mr. Hu to Li Mingyue, which made Li Mingyue's stomach hurt from laughing.

Finally, Su You said.

"Even you know that this thing doesn't work, so you know how those ancient literary sects laughed at them at that time, right?

How high was China's ancient poetry attainment at that time?

You advocate vernacular writing and write something like this. How can you convince people? "

"At this time, Mr. Lu Xun couldn't stand it any longer, and said to Mr. Hu, little brother, please stand back a little, and I'll do it!"

"So, China's first vernacular novel "Diary of a Madman" was released!"

　First I want to say sorry to everyone.

　　Because creation is becoming more and more difficult, I spend a lot of energy on it, and my mind is not on work. As a result, I have made a series of mistakes at work recently. I am under too much pressure and cannot calm down to conceive the plot.

　　In addition, I am very dissatisfied with the content I have written recently. I feel that I can’t write anything new. Every time I write and delete, I write a lot, and in the end, there is no sentence that I am satisfied with.

　　I feel that there is nothing more I can tell about this story that will make everyone’s eyes brighter, and I don’t want to waste everyone’s time and money, so I’ll just stop here.

　　Sorry.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)