"Hello everyone, I am XX."
Everyone in the front greeted me in the same way as agreed upon, with such a simple sentence.
When the microphone was finally passed to Yu Dong's hand, he originally wanted to say a few more words, but in the end he couldn't bear to break the formation and said, "Good evening everyone, I am Yu Dong."
After Yu Dong said hello, he wanted to return the microphone to Gu Haiyang, but Gu Haiyang got another microphone from nowhere and said, "Since the microphone is in the hands of Senior Brother Yu Dong, let's start from Senior Brother Yu Dong's place.
Well. In fact, Senior Brother Yu Dong is only a few years ahead of me, and he taught us classes as a teaching assistant before. How do you feel about returning to your alma mater after a few years?"
"You should ask this question to Senior Brother Su Tong. I just graduated two years ago, and the school is almost the same as when I left. If I have to say it, I look at the scenery of the school and the junior and senior students with the filter of my alma mater.
, it will be somewhat blurry." Yu Dong replied with a smile.
"Filter...Senior Brother Yu Dong's expression is very interesting. I think the filter in front of Senior Brother Yu Dong's eyes may not be able to filter out those good memories in school. Since Senior Brother Yu Dong also mentioned Senior Brother Su Tong, then
Let’s just ask Senior Brother Su Tong, what are your special thoughts after coming back this time?”
Yu Dong wisely handed the microphone to Su Tong, who took the microphone and patted it habitually, "Hey, hello, okay...I am different from Yu Dong. I have been away from school for nearly ten years.
Ten years ago, when I left here, most of your classmates should still be in elementary school. Yu Dong just mentioned a word, filter, which I think is quite vivid. The bricks and tiles of the school are right in front of me, but they
It is different when we see it. This is probably because each of us has a different filter in front of our eyes. I suddenly remembered a sentence, before you see this flower, this flower will die together with you. Come and see it.
When the flower blooms, the color of the flower becomes clear for a moment. There is only one Yan Normal University, but it becomes different because thousands of us see it."
As soon as Su Tong said these words, the theme suddenly sublimated.
The students below applauded vigorously, and Yu Dong couldn't help but clap on the stage.
As the host, Gu Haiyang was also very happy. He was afraid that the writers he invited would not speak. Now it seems that the two alumni, Su Tong and Yu Dong, are quite capable.
"Actually, it's not just Su Tong and Yu Dong who are alumni of our school. As far as I know, teachers Mo Yan, Liu Zhenyun, Yu Hua, and Hong Feng also studied in our school..."
When we talked about the writer's class, Mo Yan and Yu Hua became the protagonists. These two seemed more honest and honest than the others, but when it came to chatting, the others were no match for them.
Ma Yuan usually chattered, but when it came to such an occasion, neither Mo Yan nor Yu Hua could talk.
Mo Yan and Yu Hua, although their voices are not loud and their speed is not fast, they chat at a very good pace and often use gestures to coordinate.
Later, Gu Haiyang simply donated the microphone in his hand and let each of them take one.
But after the two of them opened the painting box, the rhythm of the scene suddenly changed.
Especially Yu Hua, holding the microphone, poking and stuffing, transformed into a host.
He first put the microphone to Hong Feng's mouth, "Hong Feng, do you remember that we used to play football when we were at Yan Normal University? At that time, you didn't know Mo Yan and you always called him brother goalkeeper."
"It was only a few years ago. How could I forget that Liu Zhenyun was often watching from below, and I called him the captain of the cheerleading team. Later, as rumors spread, Liu Zhenyun became the captain."
…
After talking about football with Hong Feng and the others, Yu Hua then talked about Yu Dong and Bi Feiyu: "Most of you may know that I am currently writing in residence at Jinyi. I live in the same building as Bi Feiyu at Jinyi.
, I usually go to his house to have dinner when I have nothing to do, but more often the two of us go to Yu Dong together."
"Yu Dong is a workaholic with no hobbies. He is either sorting out information in the office or writing at his desk in the dormitory every day. But Feiyu and I just like to disturb him. He probably hates us in his heart, but he is embarrassed to say..."
As he spoke, he poked the microphone to Yu Dong's mouth, "Am I right?"
Yu Dong smiled and said: "You are somewhat self-aware."
Hearing Yu Dong's words, the whole room burst into laughter. The students probably did not expect that the literary exchange meeting would be so relaxed and so homely.
Although most of them come with the mentality of learning, but to be honest, who doesn’t want to know the gossip of celebrities?
Moreover, writers are writers, and their apparently ordinary and mundane lives will become extraordinarily interesting when told from their mouths.
Gu Haiyang didn't expect that the exchange meeting would suddenly turn into a chat among writers, but he wasn't too worried about it. This format was quite good, just look at the audience's reaction.
Moreover, he was happy and relaxed in this way. The only difference between him and the audience at the moment was that he was on the stage and everyone else was off the stage.
Among the audience, there were two women sitting side by side. One of them, who was older, smiled and asked the person next to him: "Xiao Xia, Yu Dong is quite humorous. Was he like this before?"
Xiaoxia shook her head, "I don't know."
"I don't know? You're not..." Halfway through, the woman who asked the question stopped talking. She could see that Xiaoxia was not in a good mood.
In fact, it is understandable that Xiao Xia is in a bad mood. The matter between Xiao Xia and Yu Dong has been circulated in the department to some extent. It is said that Xiao Xia failed Yu Dong in order to stay in school. Unexpectedly, Yu Dong became more outstanding when he went to Jinyi.
In three years, he became a well-known writer. He wanted money and fame.
The most important thing is how good-looking Yu Dong is. How many girls in the department liked Yu Dong back then. In the end, Xiaoxia took the initiative before others and got together with Yu Dong, but in the end she didn't cherish it.
The chat lasted more than an hour on the stage, but the audience below was never tired of hearing it, especially when Yu Hua said that Yu Dong suddenly stopped talking after he had a serious illness last summer. Some students were so anxious that they shouted: "Teacher Yu Hua,
keep going."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Gu Haiyang quickly took the microphone from Yu Hua. Although the chat was very effective, since it was an exchange meeting, we still had to talk about some topics, and there was a question and answer session afterwards.
If this continues, time will run out.
"If you want to hear it, we will invite you teachers to be guests in the future when we have the opportunity. Or we can also hope that you will write these interesting things in life into your works. In fact, before you teachers came, the teachers in the Chinese Department have been bringing
Students are studying your work."
"As we all know, the teachers have different experiences. Some are graduates of the Chinese Department, some have been journalists or fitters, and some were doctors before. Our teachers in the Chinese Department have been studying recently.
What are the differences between the creations of writers who did not graduate from the Chinese Department?"
In fact, we had already discussed this issue with Hu Yueming and the others in the afternoon. Now it was just Gu Haiyang who guided us, and then everyone talked about it individually.
Everyone can only talk about their own writing experience and experience. As for what the difference is, no one has made a conclusion, leaving it all to the audience to judge.
After this session is over, it’s the interactive session.
The first person to ask a question was a boy. He greeted him politely and then named Yu Dong: "Brother Yu Dong, I want to ask you a question. Do you think someone in our country can really win the Nobel Prize for Literature? If you
I think there is, then who do you think it could be?”
What people didn't expect was that the first question was quite tricky.
I don’t know since when, Chinese people have paid more and more attention to the Nobel Prize. In recent years, the Nobel Prize in Literature has attracted much attention in China, mainly because people obviously lack confidence in other awards and feel that no one will win it for a while.
But literary awards are different. Is it true that we in China cannot compare to others in literature?
It's okay to say that it can't compare to Europe and the United States. After all, the awards are organized by others.
But now we can’t even compare to Neon Country. Kawabata Yasushige won the Nobel Prize in the 1960s. Although no second neon person won the Nobel Prize for Literature in the following years, there have been constant scandals, especially this year, and the results have not yet been
When we came out, the one who shouted loudest was Oe Kenzaburo.
Not just readers, who among these writers doesn’t want to win the Nobel Prize? How many of them have not specifically studied Nobel Prize-winning works?
So this question is difficult to answer.
Yu Dong did not hesitate and answered directly, "I think there should be one. As for when it will happen and who will win it, I can't tell you because I haven't studied the rules of the Nobel Prize thoroughly. Of course, even if
I have thoroughly studied the rules of the Nobel Prize, and writing a novel that complies with the selection rules may not necessarily win the prize."
As soon as these words came out, the following started to murmur.
Yu Dongke really dared to say it. The implication of this statement is that the Nobel Prize is not just an award based on works. It can even be said to be a denial of the Nobel Prize to a certain extent.
"Brother Yu Dong, do you think you are likely to win the prize? From what you say, it seems that you don't value the Nobel Prize as much as others. If the Nobel Prize is awarded to you, will you refuse it?"
When Gu Haiyang heard this question, he frowned. He looked at the boy who asked the question and secretly thought who this guy is. He must be too difficult to deal with.
Yu Dong didn't think much about it and said with a smile, "You don't represent other people. Maybe I just don't value the Nobel Prize as much as you do. I think all the writers here have the hope of winning the Nobel Prize, but they may need to
Wait a few years because we are not old enough yet to receive a lifetime achievement award."
Since we were talking about it, Yu Dong might as well say a few more words.
"The award is an affirmation for a writer. If there are no special circumstances, I don't think any writer would refuse. In recent years, everyone has been saying that they should go global. The car manufacturing industry knows that it should learn from Europe and the United States and Neon, and the computer industry should learn from the United States.
, heavy industry... But what about literature, where is the world of literature? Some say it is Soviet Russia, some say France and Germany, some say the United States... Do we all have to learn it?"
Having said this, Yu Dong felt uncomfortable sitting and talking, so he stood up directly.
"Some people may say that we should learn from the best of others and remove the dross. But what is the essence and what is the dross? Who decides?"
"Okay, if we insist on one view, the whole world should be integrated, all the good ones will be retained, and all the bad ones will be eliminated. Then do we have any good things in Chinese literature? Yes!"
No one answered, but many people nodded and agreed with Yu Dong's opinion. Even if some people think that Chinese literature is not as good as foreign literature, it does not mean that there is no good stuff.
"If there is, then why don't the Soviet Union and Russia come to learn? Why don't France, Germany and Italy come to learn? Why don't the United States come to learn? Why don't Neon come to learn? Because they know that literature cannot be learned. It is deeply rooted in our entire cultural circle
It is difficult for others to learn what we are doing, and it is also something we should try our best to keep."
At this time, everyone else was listening carefully to Yu Dong's words. Only the well-educated boy just now spoke again: "But many of our writers have been reading foreign works since they were young, and it is difficult not to be affected."
Yu Dong opened one side of his coat, pinched his waist, and said with a smile, "Who among us here has not read foreign works? I am sure that everyone has read them. Does that mean that we have read foreign works and written them
Are the things from abroad the same as those from abroad? It’s different. The difference is that the things that the land under our feet brings to us will never be less than what a few foreign works bring, so our core will not be foreign.
"
"so."
Yu Dong raised the hand that was holding the microphone to take the microphone, and then used the hand that held the microphone before to hold the waist.
"Domestic literature is enough for us to talk about. Don't always think about going global. National literature may not necessarily be global, but national literature must be national. Okay, I'm done."
After speaking, Yu Dong handed the microphone to Gu Haiyang.
The applause from below has already started.
Regardless of whether you understood it or not, this long series of speeches alone is worthy of everyone’s applause.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After Yu Dong sat back, Yu Hua came over and whispered, "It's different for teachers and counselors. They talk in the same way.
It’s a trick, it’s a good way to boost your morale. But once you open the door, it won’t end well later. Look at how many of them—"
Yu Hua pursed his lips at the others. Mo Yan and the others were applauding and thinking deeply.
"I guess they are all thinking about how to behave when they are asked a question."
"That's not true." Yu Dong smiled.
"Wait, then."
…
As a result, Yu Hua guessed it right. With Yu Dongkai's suggestion, the atmosphere suddenly became heated.
First, the person being asked a question no longer sits and answers the question, but walks to the front with a microphone.
Secondly, they no longer simply answer questions, but also extend a lot of things.
The most exaggerated thing was Yu Hua himself. He didn't like standing, so he simply dragged his chair to the front.
People asked him: "Teacher Yu Hua, are you used to living in Jinyi? Has the city of Jinling brought you any surprises?"
On his good side, he directly talked about the literary differences between the North and the South. Once he started talking, he couldn't stop. He answered just one question for twenty minutes.
Later, when the exchange meeting ended, Gu Haiyang looked at the time and saw that nearly four hours had passed.
When the show ended, Gu Haiyang said sincerely: "Teachers, thank you for your hard work today."
Isn’t it hard work? He was exhausted just listening to the music while standing on the stage. One by one, Ma Yuan and the others were as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood. They seemed to have completely forgotten the soreness caused by playing football yesterday.
"It's not hard, I feel like I can fight again."
The speaker was Ma Yuan, who was being held by Ruan Xiaohu and Bi Feiyu.
Ruan Xiaohu did not go on stage today, so he sat in the audience and listened. He came up after it was over.
Ma Yuan continued to nag, "If I had known earlier, I would have participated in the exchange meeting first and then played football. My state was still affected today. I only played 40% of my strength, which is slightly behind Yu Dong."
Yu Hua smiled and said, "You can't stop your efforts. I see your legs are shaking when you stand and talk. We know you play football, so the students will probably think you are nervous."
Ma Yuan patted his head and said, "Careless, careless."
Everyone walked out and were discussing whether to have a late-night snack. As soon as they left the door, they saw a woman looking at them eagerly.
When everyone was confused, the woman said, "Yu Dong, long time no see."
"Oh, I'm looking for you." Ma Yuan patted Yu Dong with a smirk on his face, "Then if you have something to do, let's go first."
Mo Yan and Hong Feng also looked at Yu Dong with smiles, while Bi Feiyu and the others frowned, because they all knew Cheng Yanqiu.
Bi Feiyu patted Yu Dong on the shoulder, "We are waiting for you in front, come here quickly."
He used some force in this slap, and it was a bit threatening: Don't make mistakes, kid.
Cheng Yanqiu and Fu Jing got along well. Now that they met a suspicious woman, Bi Feiyu was naturally attracted to Cheng Yanqiu.
Yu Dong smiled and said, "You go ahead, and I will follow."
The others left happily. Yu Dong looked at the woman in front of him and said with a smile: "It's not a long time since we last met, it's only been less than three years."
It had only been less than three years... The fantasy in Xia Yangyan's heart was suddenly shattered. Perhaps in Yu Dong's heart, even if he hadn't seen him for thirty years, it was not a long time.
She originally wanted to come over and explain to Yu Dong, but now she didn't know what to say. Even if Yu Dong showed resentment towards her, Yu Dong acted like a stranger.
"If nothing happens, I have to leave, and they are still waiting for me."
"I...there's nothing wrong with me."
"See you."
Yu Dong smiled, walked past Xia Yangyan, and walked towards Su Tong and the others.
If he hadn't seen the expectation in Xia Yangyan's eyes, Yu Dong wouldn't have to be so cold. He could have chatted with her openly, like ordinary friends.
Chapter completed!