Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 488

Of course, Wang Meng praised Li Rong, but it doesn't mean that Li Rong and the others are good at "playing literature".

In fact, what Wang Meng praised was Li Rong's down-to-earth attitude. As for the others, Wang Meng didn't say anything.

If you put aside the title of writer, Wang Meng is also a real hooligan, who has done everything from drug abuse to prostitution.He also said that those sex workers are the best people, better than those little intellectuals, with a much cleaner heart and a lot more kindness.

Those who like him think he has a real temperament, and those who don't like him think he is scum.

The few present here have little connection with him, only Liu Yuan once commented on his works, saying that the characters in his works are vivid, but they are too single, men, women and children are poor, all poor to the end.

Liu Yuan's comment is correct. In Li Rong's works, no matter men, women or children, they look very vivid, but they are not too different from him, poor.

Originally, Liu Yuan was just commenting that it was normal for the work to be wrong, but Li Rong was young and energetic, and hit back at Liu Yuan.

He said that Liu Yuan used to act as a celebrity and a noble person, but in the end he couldn't stop his vulgar things, saying that Liu Yuan was a hypocrite, not like he was a real villain.

The original words are: "Liu Yuan and I are both vulgar, but the difference is that I know that I am vulgar, and I am not afraid to tell others that I am vulgar, but Liu Yuan is the opposite."

That time, Liu Yuan didn't reply to him, probably because he didn't think it was interesting to scold him.

There is no need for Zhang Zhong to make friends with him, but Zhuang Yu introduced him, so he nodded, "Mr. Li, hello."

Li Rong said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've heard someone call me Mr. Li. Mr. Zhang is polite."

Zhang Zhong was stunned for a moment, this guy has a habit of speaking with thorns.

"You're welcome." Zhang Zhong said with a smile, looked up at the stage, then checked the time, and said nothing more.

"I have the honor to read Mr. Zhang's "The Precepts". It is well written. It is rare. There are many young writers born in the [-]s and [-]s. Few of them can write. Of course, they are all flattering the public now. At least you don’t Flattering the public." Li Rong said.

It sounds like an exaggeration, but the tone doesn't feel right no matter how you hear it.

Zhang Zhong snorted and said with a smile, "I don't know how to say this is flattering the public?"

"Ordinary people can write whatever they want to read. Isn't that flattering the public? After all, they don't have their own things. If they want to do things that flatter the public, it's the easiest thing to do. .”

"I remember that the script you wrote, Li Rong, sold well." Wang Yi said suddenly.

"I'm lucky, and there are quite a few people who like it." Li Rong said with a smile, "But writing TV dramas is not a serious matter after all, and it took a lot of time, but there is no way. It’s disgusting, life like that is meaningless, and being praised by a bunch of unreliable people after writing is meaningless, it’s not fun at all, and there’s no sense of accomplishment.”

Zhang Zhong has no interest in Li Rong. Although he doesn't hate him, he doesn't want to get in touch with him. He has his own way of life, and Zhang Zhong also has Zhang Zhong's way of life. The two of them are completely different worlds.

Zhuang Yu probably didn't want to make the scene too awkward, and kept on chatting.

……

"Mr. Li, I don't know what the organizing committee thought this time, so they gave the award to Zhang Zhong?" Wang Feng, who was sitting next to Li Siqi, whispered to Li Siqi.

Li Siqi glanced at the seat where Zhang Zhong was sitting from the corner of his eye, with a worried expression on his face, "The organizing committee of the Pu Songling Award has always wanted to award the award to some fresh faces, but now other young people are not very up-to-date, so they just You can choose a general over a dwarf."

Wang Feng echoed, "Yeah, the Pu Songling Award itself has its own problems. It should be the work that should be valued in the award. It has nothing to do with the author. You can't say that if someone is young, he must be awarded the award. You have to make a mess." It’s a record gimmick. I think you have written several profound short stories in the past two years, and they have also been published in the Huaxia People’s Daily. If you really choose seriously, this award should be yours too.”

"You can't say that. Different awards have different selection criteria. You can't say that there is something wrong with the award just because someone gave the award to someone else, right?" Li Siqi said pretendingly.

Wang Feng glanced at Li Siqi's smug expression, and continued, "Although the organizing committee didn't award you the award, they had to invite you to support the scene."

"I'm an old man, so what can I do? I just came here to join in the fun. Wang Feng, from now on, the literary world will still be dominated by you young people. The theme of the book "My Father Is a Soldier" you wrote last year is very profound. The current society is very impetuous, so we need more young people like you who are dedicated to learning."

In fact, Wang Feng is not young anymore. He and Zhuang Yu are just around 50 years old this year.

"I still need Mr. Li to teach me more in the future."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

As the saying goes, people divide like groups and things like like flock together. It is not uncommon for Wang Feng and Li Siqi to get together.Most of their works are based on the main theme, and Li Siqi is a little more cryptic, flattering lightly.

Wang Feng didn't hide it at all. He wrote a lot of military novels in his early years, and later he became a red writer.

But in the past few years, the so-called red writers have begun to be difficult to mix with, so Wang Feng has a big gap in his heart.

Originally, according to his qualifications, he was about to win the Pu Songling Award in the past few years, but the organizing committee of the Pu Songling Award seemed to be unable to see him, so he hadn't awarded him an award for a long time.

Looking forward and looking forward, he finally blossomed this year, but he won the Literary Critic Award, an award that no one pays attention to at all.

The Literary Critic Award is an award that has no sense of existence than the Excellent Literary Translation Award.

Although it is also the Pu Songling Award, but the translation award can at least tell others that one's award-winning work is a translation of a certain book, and they will know it as soon as they say it.

But it's really hard to say something like the Literary Critic Award.

If you tell people that the award-winning work is "Childhood Reappearance and Reconstruction of Children's Literature: The Important Connection between Childhood and Children's Literature in the Electronic Media Era", let alone whether others can understand it, Wang Feng himself sometimes cannot explain it completely .

Of course, there are also award-winning works with short names in the Literary Critic Award, but they are always review papers, which are difficult for ordinary people to know.

Of course, Wang Feng is still happy in his heart. No matter what, when he publishes his works in the future, the words "Pu Songling Award Winner" can be printed on the cover of the new book in a grandiose manner.

　Thank you [simon looks like] for the reward, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)