Since the party at Chenrong's house that day, Li Tuo has become a regular visitor to Lin Chaoyang's house.

There are still two months left before the publication of "Chuangguandong". In order to have a sneak peek, he came to Xiaoliubukou Hutong early every morning and went home only when it was dark in the evening. He never worked so hard at work.

Then there were Liang Zuo and his sister. Liang Zuo had to go to work during the day, so they took their sister to Lin Chaoyang's house in the evening to have sex for two or three hours. They happened to be in a staggering relationship with Li Tuo, so no one delayed anyone.

After seven or eight days of continuous work, Li Tuo finally finished watching "Chuangguandong". He felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and pulled Lin Chaoyang to chat until late at night before leaving.

Lin Chaoyang thought that this matter was over, but he didn't expect that Chen Jiangong would run to his house the next day.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Jiangong said: "Li Tuo said you still have the manuscript of "Chuangguandong", so I'll take a look!"

If Li Tuo was here, Lin Chaoyang would curse: You guy really want to be in a bad mood.

"Look, see!" Lin Chaoyang waved his hand helplessly and followed Chen Jiangong to make trouble.

He had a premonition that their family might not be quiet during the next period of time.

Two days later, Li Tuo ran to Lin Chaoyang's house excitedly again. When Lin Chaoyang saw him, he wanted to raise an army to question him.

"You still have the face to come!"

Li Tuo interrupted him, "Don't talk first, read my article!"

He said, raising his hand and handed over a few pieces of manuscript paper. The first line of the manuscript paper was the title of the article, ": The Shocking Art Peak".

This title...is that flattering too strong, right?

Although he hadn't read the content yet, Lin Chaoyang still said to Li Tuo, "Is this a bit exaggerated, right?"

Li Tuo looked at the article and then looked at Lin Chaoyang, "Is it exaggerating? I think it's quite realistic!"

God is so realistic!

"I'll tell you, Chaoyang..."

Li Tuo has always admired modern Western literature. When he is passionate about writing and guiding the country, he doesn't like many famous works in modern and contemporary Chinese literature. He believes that many widely praised masterpieces are just a coincidence.

But Li Tuo loves "Chuangguandong" from the bottom of his heart.

In Li Tuo's view, there are only a few novels that can integrate the storyline, literary and ideological nature of novels in the modern and contemporary Chinese literary world, and "Chuangguandong" must be counted as one.

He talked to Lin Chaoyang for a long time, and finally said with unsatisfactory words: "I really hope that your "Chuangguandong" will be published sooner, so that my comment can be shown sooner!"

His good attitude made Lin Chaoyang unable to bear to argue with him about Chen Jiangong's affairs. Lin Chaoyang said, "Let's stay at home for dinner later."

"Then you make two more dishes tonight!" He made a request without hesitation.

Lin Chaoyang's heart instantly felt the urge to drive him out of the hospital again.

The first lunar month passed just a little by little. As Lin Chaoyang expected, the number of friends who came to their house to read the manuscripts did not decrease over time, but instead increased.

What's even more excessive is that these people have to eat after reading the manuscript.

As these people read the manuscripts, the story of "Chuangguandong" began to spread in the literary world of Yanjing.

This phenomenon not only occurred in Yanjing, but also in the Guangdong literary world where "Flower City" is located.

During the Spring Festival, Li Shifei talked about "Chuangguandong" to everyone and praised this novel very much. It has been fermented for more than a month. The reputation of "Chuangguandong" has almost spread throughout the literary circles in South China and is still spreading outward.

As a literati, the nature of gossip is more important than that of ordinary people.

The novel "Crossing the Guandong" is so magical that everyone is rumored to invisibly attract everyone's curiosity about it.

But most people can only learn about a piece of scale through the mouths of their friends in the literary world, which makes them feel even more itchy, and they wish this little explanation would be published today.

With three days left before Women's Day, Lin Chaoyang received a letter from Lu Wenfu from Jiangsu.

The two have known each other for several years. Although they don’t meet many times, they write letters very frequently and they will give each other some gifts from time to time.

Lu Wenfu's personality and style are relatively old-fashioned. He loves tea, alcohol and food, so he is quite interesting with Lin Chaoyang.

This time when writing a letter to Lin Chaoyang, Lu Wenfu mentioned two things, one is that spring is coming again, and this year he plans to send some Longjing to Lin Chaoyang.

Second, there is a recent rumor in the Jiangnan literary world that Lin Chaoyang wrote a masterpiece, which attracted the attention of many enthusiastic people in the southern literary world. Everyone spread the work so magical. Lu Wenfu was also very curious and asked a few questions.

After reading Lu Wenfu's letter, Lin Chaoyang was surprised. Unexpectedly, "Chuangguandong" had not been published, and it had caused such a stir in the literary world.

While he had time, he replied to Lu Wenfu.

“Brother Wenfu:

I received the letter. I haven't seen each other for a long time, I miss you very much..."

After writing the letter, Lin Chaoyang planned to go out to submit it, but Liang Zuo happened to walk into his house with his younger brother and sister.

Usually, Liang Zuo comes with his sister Liang Huan, but today I don’t know why there is a Liang Tian extra.

As soon as he saw Lin Chaoyang, he took the initiative to call "Uncle Lin". Lin Chaoyang asked with a smile: "Why are you free today?"

"I'm here to find you if I have something to do."

"Oh?" Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised. He couldn't imagine what Liang Tian could do to find him.

"Our Cultural Association is going to hold a national seminar on rural novel creation in Hebei. I want to invite you to participate." Liang Tianxing said.

He is now doing odd jobs in the External Literature Department of the Arts and Culture Association, and inviting writers to participate in activities is within his responsibilities.

Today, their department released a list of people and asked them to invite writers from all over the world to participate in the event. Liang Tian saw that Lin Chaoyang's name was on the list, so he took the initiative to take over the matter.

"Symposium..." Lin Chaoyang pondered in his tone, Liang Tian was not clear about it. He had never been interested in such a meeting.

He was thinking about how to refuse, but another acquaintance walked into the gate of the yard. When he saw Lin Chaoyang entering the yard, he laughed and said, "Chaoyang, there's something to come to you."

Lin Chaoyang looked at Zhang Guangnian and asked, "I'm going to Hebei to attend the symposium, right?"

Zhang Guangnian's expression was slightly surprised, "Who told you?"

When he spoke, he noticed the three Liang brothers and sisters next to him. When he saw Liang Tian, ​​he suddenly looked, "Chun Rong's children are in the external relations department, right?"

"Hello, Secretary!" Liang Tian asked.

Zhang Guangnian nodded, knowing that it must be Liang Tianlai who told Lin Chaoyang about this.

Seeing that Zhang Guangnian had something to say to Lin Chaoyang, Liang Zuo took his younger brother to the wing room.

"This time is a major event of the National Association for Literature and Literature. You are now a representative figure in our literary circle and cannot be absent!"

As soon as Zhang Guangnian came up, he put on a high hat on Lin Chaoyang and said, "The meeting was in Zhuo County, which was close to Yanjing. It took two or three days to go back and forth.

And there are many friends you know, which are more like friends gatherings than meetings.

You heard from Wang Meng that you haven’t been to work lately.”

He said several words in a row, blocking all the reasons for Lin Chaoyang's rejection. Lin Chaoyang said helplessly: "You are here prepared!"

"It's not easy to ask you, of course you have to do your homework. Recently, your "Chuangguandong" was popular before it became popular. This time I went to a meeting to share my creative experience with everyone." Zhang Guangnian encouraged.

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "Just let's share the experience, I'll go to a quiet meeting."

Zhang Guangnian smiled and said, "Okay, okay, just go."

What he thought to himself was, can you share it or not?

A few days later, when it was time to gather for the meeting, Lin Chaoyang came to the train station with a light bag and joined the large army of the Cultural Association.

Only after this convergence did I realize that Zhang Guangnian was right.

Wang Meng, Li Tuo, Chen Jiangong, Zheng Wanlong, Zhang Chengzhi, Liu Xinwu...

Almost all middle-aged and young writers whose names were called out in the Yanjing literary world have come, and it really tastes like a gathering of friends.

Zhuo County is only seventy or eighty kilometers away from Yanjing, and it takes less than two hours to get there by train.

After arriving in the county, the Yanjing Cultural Association and his group were arranged to the Taoyuan Hotel in the county, which was already full of writers from all over the country.

Among them, there are many friends Lin Chaoyang knows, such as Lu Yao from Shaanxi, Cheng Zhongshi from Hebei, Jin Ying from Tianjin, Jiang Zilong from Tianjin, and Zhang Manling...

As soon as there are more acquaintances, the atmosphere becomes lively.

It was only noon when Lin Chaoyang and the others arrived. After having a welcoming banquet arranged by the local government, everyone would go out for a walk together in the afternoon.

The county town of Zhuo County is not much different from most northern counties these days. In the square county town, party and government organs, post offices, restaurants, hotels and other buildings are scattered.

After half an afternoon of shopping, everyone was no longer interested. Several alcohol-attractive people bought some bottles of white wine and food outside, and ran back to the guesthouse to drink wine.

While chatting, Lu Yao heard Li Tuo and others talk about Lin Chaoyang's new work "Crossing the Guandong", which implied that the excellence of this work seemed to have surpassed the scope of ordinary literary works, so he couldn't help but ask Lin Chaoyang's details about "Crossing the Guandong".

In the past month, as long as there are friends in the literary world around him, Lin Chaoyang will inevitably encounter such an experience, but he cannot refuse everyone's questions bluntly, and can only answer patiently again and again.

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's brief description, Lu Yao's heart was shaking. It was not that he could tell through Lin Chaoyang's words that this was a great work.

Instead, he found that Lin Chaoyang's construction of his works was very grand, far beyond the content that ordinary novels should have. Such a magnificent novel coincided with the temperament of the works he was planning to create.

But the difference is that Lin Chaoyang's novel has been completed, but his works have not yet been written.

"Chaoyang!" Lu Yao suddenly called Lin Chaoyang.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yao looked at him with a serious expression, "You may not know. I have decided to write a large-scale book. In my imagination, if this book in the future is not the work that I am most satisfied with in my life, it should at least be the largest work."

When he said this, his eyes were a little unconfident, "It sounds a bit mysterious. I don't know if you can understand it. This decisive decision was probably caused by an accidental dream in my youth."

Lin Chaoyang listened quietly to him and saw Lu Yao’s expression wandering, he nodded, “Of course it is understandable. The grand narrative is like a flower on the edge of a cliff for the writer, full of unknown and dangerous temptations.

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Lu Yao was happy, "You are right!"

He continued excitedly: "I just finished filming of "Life" last year and am now preparing for such a work. In my plan, it has extremely rich content, covering the social changes in China from the mid-1970s to the 1980s.

I heard them say that your "Chuangguandong" has written more than 600,000 words, spanning thirty years.

You also know me that my longest work so far is "Life", which is only 130,000 words, and at best it is a medium-sized work with a larger length.

To be honest, I have been preparing for a few months now, and the more I prepare, the more confused I find myself. I am not sure if I can do the job that this giant has done.”

Lu Yao said with a little low tone. He looked at Lin Chaoyang with sincere eyes, "I can't imagine how you crossed such a mountain!"

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