Chapter 569
Talented Woman
Chapter 569 Talented Woman
The literary atmosphere in Yenching has always been strong.
It is the capital after all.
This period in the 1990s was one of the most active and diverse periods in the history of contemporary Chinese literature. Most of the great writers and poets of later generations emerged in this period, and generally bore the imprint of the Beijing literary world.
Among them, Wang Shuo and his "ruffian literature" were undoubtedly the most dazzling stars in the Beijing literary world in the 90s. Liu Zhenyun also founded the "new realism" school with "A Pile of Feathers" during this period. The avant-garde all-star lineup composed of Yu Hua, Ge Fei, Su Tong and others shined brightly in the Yenching literary world in the 90s.
Another great writer who cannot be ignored during this period is Wang Xiaobo, whose writings had become a unique cultural phenomenon in 1996. Wang Xiaobo's admiration for freedom and rationality, his criticism of power and ignorance, and his imaginative narratives resonated strongly among young intellectuals and readers.
There is no doubt that Yenching was the most important ideological and cultural base in China in the 90s.
Against the backdrop of rapid marketization, commercialization and globalization of society, Yenching literature is full of vitality, controversy and exploratory spirit. Various styles and schools coexist and compete with each other, the commercialization trend of literature is obvious, the best-selling mechanism has been formed, and the adaptation of film and television works has a huge impact. The focus of writers and poets has shifted from grand narratives to individual survival and daily life. Their challenges to traditional values and authoritative discourses, their deep exploration of the individual's inner world, their continued attention to social reality during the transition period, and their concerns and discussions about the loss of cultural values have profoundly shaped the pattern and appearance of modern Chinese literature, reflecting the ideological collisions, cultural anxieties and innovative vitality during the social transition period in the 90s.
During this period, Yanjing, as a cultural center, naturally gathered many writers, critics and various literary activities, forming a distinct and intertwined trend. College students flocked to it, various poetry societies and underground publications were extremely active, and countless literary youths drifted to the capital with a dream of becoming a writer, and then were cheated of money and sex by various publishing profiteers and lost their pink panties...
In the private room on Jiangzhu, when Zhang Yunqi saw this scene, how could he not understand what this so-called "Cultural Bureau" was all about.
He pulled out the chair next to Chu Jian and let her sit down, and then he sat next to her. However, Jiang Bin didn't seem to have any intention of introducing him. Maybe Jiang Bin himself was not familiar with him, and the three people opposite him didn't pay much attention to him either.
Zhang Yun took some time off and sat there, looking at the three people silently.
Feng Yuannan, the chairman and general manager of Chutian Culture Company, is indeed a boss. Zhang Yunqi doesn't think he is a cultured person from his tone, but a local tycoon. But what he said just now was still very lethal to these girls. Who doesn't have the dream of publishing their own books and becoming a writer? Not to mention these top students from the Chinese Department of Peking University. You know, it is very difficult to get a book number these days. It is extremely difficult for a newcomer with no connections to publish according to the normal process.
Qian Hui's appearance is a bit strange. He is very thin and bony from head to toe. His face with a pair of triangular eyes is skinny and bony, as if it was designed by a computer. His skin is a little too dark, like the look of an African after bleaching.
Among the three people, the only one with a bit of cultured temperament was the great poet Liu Zhenming. He was tall and thin, with fair skin, a pair of thick glasses on his high nose bridge, and was eloquent. In just a short while, he had already struck up a conversation with several girls, chatting about poetry, speaking fluently and with saliva flying everywhere.
This is understandable, as big talk is a common problem among intellectuals. It is easy for such people to unconsciously feel that they are gods, that they have mastered some truths, and that it is their duty to save all living beings.
Several girls listened to Liu Zhenming's sermon attentively. Poetry seemed to have become a bond and a common topic among them. The atmosphere in the private room was quite good. She was really a typical literary young woman.
Zhang Yunqi was not interested in poetry and was more focused on eating. However, there was someone who was more serious than him. Jiang Bin was gnawing on a fish head, and it looked like he was determined to finish gnawing the fish head clean.
During Liu Zhenming's sermon, Liao Qi suddenly took a pen and quickly wrote a poem on a piece of paper. Then he handed it to Liu Zhenming and said with a smile: "Teacher Liu, would you like to comment on this poem for us? The name of the poem is "Ruins, or the Sky of the Motherland"." When Chu Jian, who was standing next to him, heard this, he subconsciously reached out and pulled Liao Qi, but the extroverted Liao Qi seemed not to notice and still handed the poem to the great poet Liu Zhenming with a smile.
This poem was the winning work of last year's National Day Poetry Festival. But Liu Zhenming obviously didn't know this, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay, it looks good. Did you write this poem recently?"
Liao Qi was quite cunning. She didn't say who wrote the poem. She just said, "Teacher Liu, I don't have the ability to compose a poem in seven steps. I just wrote it down from memory and wanted to ask Teacher Liu for comments and corrections."
Liu Zhenming nodded, and after a while, he adjusted his glasses and said, "This poem is written with great talent. It is an experience from the body, an experience of freedom, which is rare! But..."
Liu Zhenming suddenly stopped in the middle of his words. This guy was quite good at keeping people in suspense, which made Chu Jian, who always had a strong thirst for knowledge, purse his lips and listen carefully.
Liu Zhenming picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly. When he saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he coughed and said to Liao Qi with a smile, "But I find that you are at a crossroads now, hesitating. Although you have a conscious innovation, you want to move closer to traditional aesthetics to gain some kind of recognition. This is a dangerous signal. If you compromise, a genius will be killed! I advise you not to get involved with those poets in the Beijing circle."
These words seemed to touch Chu Jian’s heart.
Zhang Yunqi also felt that what Liu Zhenming said made some sense.
Reporter Qian Hui put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Teacher Liu's comments are as insightful as always."
Seeing Liu Zhenming chatting with a few girls, Feng Yuanshan seemed to feel that he was being robbed of the limelight. He persevered in leading the conversation and said with a smile: "Student Liao is very talented and has great potential. She is also very beautiful. It just so happens that our company is planning to plan a series of pioneer poetry collections recently. With your temperament, if I can publish and run it, you will definitely become a beautiful poet! It is no problem to pay you 200,000 yuan. Leave me your phone number later so we can discuss cooperation in detail."
Qian Hui immediately smiled and agreed: "Yes, yes, Mr. Feng has many connections, the book number and publication are all easy to deal with!"
Liao Qi was indeed a little moved by such praise, but after all, this poem was not hers. She felt a little regretful, but she still smiled and said, "Mr. Feng, I may not be able to bear your kindness, because I just wrote this poem down, but I didn't write it. However, the real author of this poem is right next to me. This is our first meeting. She is a real talented woman, the editor-in-chief of Peking University's "Weiming Lake"."
For a moment, Feng Yuannan and the other two all looked at Chu Jian quietly.
Chu Jian pursed his lips and subconsciously grabbed Zhang Yunqi's fingers under the table, holding them tightly.
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