When Zhang Xueliang was tied up again to quit smoking, Duanmu Hongliang finally arrived at the door of Sanletang. He did not write a letter in advance to make an appointment. He went directly to visit with great confidence and said to the servant who opened the door: "Please tell Mr. Zhou, just say
Cao Jingping from the Left Alliance is here to visit!"
After a while, Duanmu Hongliang was brought to the living room.
Although he had a strong tone in front of the servants, Duanmu Hongliang could not help but feel uneasy after meeting Zhou Hexuan. After all, he was only a 21-year-old college student, and he had only written a few short stories after joining the Leftist League.
Mr. is far behind in comparison.
"Mr. Zhou, my name is Cao Jingping, and my pen name is Duanmu Hongliang." Duanmu Hongliang said respectfully.
"Sit down." Zhou Hexuan smiled and looked at the young man in front of him curiously.
In the Chinese literary world throughout the 1930s, the most dazzling group of exiled writers from the Northeast was undoubtedly the group of exiled writers from the Northeast. These young writers from the Northeast integrated their feelings about home and country, homesickness, and tragic experiences into their works, becoming an indispensable figure in the history of Chinese literature.
The power of neglect.
Among the group of exiled writers in the Northeast, there are three people who attract the most attention, namely: Xiao Jun, Xiao Hong and Duanmu Hongliang.
Xiao Jun and Xiao Hong were already living together, but in a few years, Xiao Hong would marry Duanmu Hongliang.
Among these three people, Xiao Jun was a temperamental person, he laughed and cursed more than Lu Xun.
In 1938, Xiao Jun crossed the Yellow River from Shanxi to Yan'an on foot, alone, carrying a robe on his back and a wooden stick in his hand. When Taizu learned of Xiao Jun's arrival, he sent his office secretary to greet him and arrange a time to meet Xiao Jun.
Jun actually refused: "No, he is very busy. I will only stay for a week or two and then leave!"
Xiao Jun's chicness, straightforwardness and humor are quite reminiscent of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. What's rare is that he can calm down and work, and he will definitely not mess up the work entrusted to him.
If Xiao Jun has any shortcomings, it is machismo. A typical northeastern man, he likes to beat his wife when there is nothing wrong. Xiao Hong broke up with her only after she couldn't bear the beating.
As for Xiao Hong, she is definitely the "Luo Shen of the literary world of the 1930s", and she is well deserved to be one of the four most talented women of the Republic of China.
Xiao Hong's "Hulan River Biography" is like a sweet spring in the mountains that washes people's hearts, and the beauty of the words is like an elf. In Zhou Hexuan's view, Zhang Ailing's literary achievements are equivalent to Xiao Hong's when Murong Fu met Qiao Feng. Although their fame is similar, but
It's not on the same level at all.
As for Duanmu Hongliang, he is definitely a neglected super literary figure!
At this moment, Duanmu Hongliang was wearing a windbreaker, with a slicked back hair, and his demeanor was like that of a rich man. He said respectfully: "Mr. Zhou, I admire your knowledge very much. I recently listened to your song "On the Songhua River" and I was so excited.
It’s hard to hold on to time, so I took the liberty to come and visit.”
"Have you joined the Northern Left Federation?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
Duanmu Hongliang nodded and said, "I joined after being admitted to Tsinghua University last year."
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhou Hexuan said in greeting. In the first half of last year, the League of Leftists had a very wrong atmosphere, but this year it changed. They actively promoted anti-Japanese and rescued exiled students. This should be an adjustment to their internal purpose.
Duanmu Hongliang took out a stack of manuscripts and said: "Mr. Zhou, this is the novel I am writing. Please correct me."
Zhou Hexuan took the manuscript and glanced at it, knowing that it was Duanmu Hongliang's masterpiece "Horqin Banner Grassland". The book was indeed started this year, but it would not be published until several years later.
After roughly estimating the word count of the manuscript, Zhou Hexuan discovered to his surprise that Duanmu Hongliang had actually written almost two-thirds of the entire manuscript.
Zhou Hexuan opened it and read it carefully. After reading it for two hours, he suddenly couldn't help but look up at Duanmu Hongliang.
Although Zhou Hexuan has read this novel a long time ago, he still can't help but be surprised. Because Duanmu Hongliang is too young, only 21 years old, this book should be written by a 40-year-old middle-aged man.
Duanmu Hongliang's writing style is not as humorous as Xiao Jun, nor as smart as Xiao Hong. It even looks a little pale, which is not surprising at first glance. But his characteristics are delicate brushwork, exquisite description, profound thoughts, and the great era contained in it.
The atmosphere of change already possesses the demeanor of a literary master.
To put it more directly, "Horqin Banner Grassland" is not inferior to Ba Jin's "Home", "Spring" and "Autumn", but it is even better in some places.
Again, Duanmu Hongliang is only 21 years old. It’s scary to be able to write this kind of work.
But it’s normal to think about it from another perspective. Some people are born writers, and their first work reaches their peak. The same is true for Duanmu Hongliang. Although he later wrote many works, this one still has the highest ideological and artistic value.
A debut novel.
Zhou Hexuan commented without finishing the manuscript: "In the past two years, the only Chinese literary works that can rival "Horqin Banner Grassland" is Ba Jin's "Riptide" ("Home"). I like your book very much.
novel."
"Really?" Duanmu Hongliang suddenly became excited.
Ba Jin is a popular figure in the literary world these days. Zhou Hexuan actually compared him with Ba Jin. How could Duanmu Hongliang not be excited about this? He is still just a minor in the literary world.
Zhou Hexuan added: "I will only mention two flaws. As for whether to correct them, it depends on you."
"Mr. Zhou, please speak!" Duanmu Hongliang said quickly.
"First," Zhou Hexuan said, "your description is too delicate, which is a good thing and an advantage. But everything is too much, and too delicate a description will appear cumbersome, causing the whole story structure to become loose. I suggest that unnecessary
The description can be deleted directly."
Duanmu Hongliang nodded and said, "I remember."
Zhou Hexuan continued: "Second, you like reading "Dream of Red Mansions" very much, right?"
Duanmu Hongliang smiled and said: "I have been studying since I was a child."
Zhou Hexuan said: "In this novel of yours, there is a vague shadow of "Dream of Red Mansions". But again, too much is not enough. You can pay homage, you can imitate, but don't be too obsessed with "Dream of Red Mansions". You are you
I am not Cao Xueqin, just stop it in moderation."
"I understand." Duanmu Hongliang was a little embarrassed.
After all, he was still too young and had no experience in writing novels, so he couldn't help but refer to Dream of Red Mansions when writing novels. Now Zhou Hexuan saw through it at a glance, and Duanmu Hongliang was like a thief who was caught in the act.
When Zhou Hexuan read "Horqin Banner Grassland" in his previous life, his biggest regret was that the novel "Dream of Red Mansions" had too many traces. Especially in the second half, it seriously affected the original taste of the work and degraded a potential masterpiece into a high-quality masterpiece.
I hope Duanmu Hongliang can correct himself, and then another literary master will be born.
Duanmu Hongliang suddenly said: "Mr. Zhou, I write novels by myself. Can you be my teacher?"
Zhou Hexuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay."
Xiao Jun and Xiao Hong, among the three major exiled writers in the Northeast, were both disciples of Lu Xun. Now there was only Duanmu Hongliang left to become a disciple. Zhou Hexuan thought it was pretty good, at least he couldn't lose to Lu Xun in terms of discipleship.
