Lin Xiaoguang hated the person who started this fight.
No matter what the purpose is, it’s all done when you’re full and have nothing to do.
For example, for those literary young people who really admire pure literature, it is a pure dispute over literary lines.
Or in the name of literary youth, using the collective honor of the school as an excuse to instigate a war between the May Fourth Literary Society and the Tsinghua Literary Society, just like Deng Guoqing who came to question Lin Xiaoguang that day, and Shao Xiaobing, Xie Chenyang and Ge who Ding Kangmei knew
Army, these are the battles over who is strong and who is weak in the Qingbei Literary Society.
Furthermore, during the struggle of the Tsinghua Literature Society, Qi Mingyuan stepped down in frustration, Fan Tianming was unwilling to leave, and Zhou Chenghui was dissatisfied. These were probably just venting anger.
Lin Xiaoguang felt that the reactionaries were converging. Literary factions such as bureaucrats, compradors, landlords and gentry, academic factions, and frustrated social factions united to strangle popular literature, the revolutionary alliance of workers and peasants.
Qi Mingyuan and his ilk are the most despicable, Shao Xiaobing is not much better, and as for the literary elite, they are not pure and flawless either.
The enemy was coming fiercely, and everyone felt it. Liang Zhendao comforted him: "People, if you want to do something, you will definitely encounter resistance. The only thing that does not encounter resistance is to eat and wait to die. Xiaoguang, you have to hold on."
"Of course I can hold on, I'm just speechless."
Lin Xiaoguang has been under a lot of pressure recently. As a small person in a big era, he is on the cusp of the storm, so he is really not calm.
"You said to those literary elites, if you want to write your own serious literature, why don't you just write it yourself? Why do you ask others to write it? When others write popular literature, you just babble and call people vulgar.
Look at the real great writers, who is like you? Did Lu Xun ever criticize Zhang Henshui?"
Recently, there are many people who say that popular literature is vulgar, including Tsinghua University. As the president of the Reading Association, Chen Yiming is very angry.
"I agree with this. Great writers are all very open-minded. Even if they don't write popular literature, they won't despise it. They only dangle half-full bottles of water, pretending to be big-tailed wolves."
Lin Xiaoguang was also speechless.
"Look at Lu Xun. His mother is a fan of Zhang Henshui's novels, but he is a filial son. Whenever Zhang Henshui's new book is published, he must buy it back for his mother to read. Did Lu Xun say that readers are rubbish? Did Lu Xun say that his mother has no aesthetic taste?"
He couldn't help but get angry because he heard someone say that Youth Digest is garbage. How the hell can he tolerate this?
Some people don't know anything else and will be labeled as such.
The difference between popular literature and niche literature does not lie in serious literature and popular literature.
Art and thinking are inherently very luxurious things. They are outside our instinctive needs for life. Although some people regard them as necessary, serious literature and pure literature are inherently in conflict with the public who pursue entertainment.
Popular literature will definitely lose some of its "core".
But can elite literature look down on citizen literature? Look down on grassroots literature? Even look down on the Internet literature of later generations?
What kind of elite aristocracy are you pretending to be? How many aristocrats are there in the third generation or above? Is it the family that originally lived in the Forbidden City in Peking, the Hunan Army and the Huai Army Group that rose up to suppress the Taiping Rebellion, the Beiyang warlords that have long since been wiped out, or the Chiang family that prefers Taiwan?
family?
How many of them are still high and mighty now?
"After all, literature cannot be just the self-pleasure of a few people. If we want to exert greater power in the times, we must move towards popularization. What's more, Youth Digest is not vulgar. Can it be vulgar if it is for college students and young people? At most, it is not pure
It's just literature." Lin Xiaoguang strengthened his confidence.
The Youth Digest matter involved a lot of his energy.
Recently, because he was busy with this matter, he had stopped copying two thousand words of "Heroes" every day.
I felt a little annoyed, so I wanted to find someone to talk to. Reporter Zhong Wenzhang and Zhong Zhong were a good partner. Besides, it was almost Teacher Fu.
When he thought of Teacher Fu, Lin Xiaoguang realized that he had not seen her for more than two months. As for the family home, he had been too busy recently and had never been there.
"Let's go and take a look today, in case someone comes back!"
He thought about it and went directly.
After going upstairs, I was about to knock on the door, but to my surprise, the door was actually open.
He knocked on the door, calling Sister Qingtong, and was about to come in. When he saw a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old coming out, he was startled.
"Uh... hello, kid. I'm looking for the person who lives here, Teacher Fu Qingtong."
"Oh, you are my aunt's student, your name is Lin Xiaoguang, right?" Fu Hui blinked his big eyes.
"Um, yes, I am Lin Xiaoguang, who are you?"
"My name is Fu Hui, the emblem of Huizhou."
This family, it’s true, one is named Anqing and the other is named Huizhou. I guess they thought Fu Huizhou didn’t sound good, so they named him Fu Hui. If they have another child, they should be named Fu Hefei.
"Isn't Teacher Fu back?" Lin Xiaoguang looked inside the room.
"No, my aunt has something to do and is delayed. I don't know when she will be back."
Lin Xiaoguang was silent for a moment, feeling a little sad.
"Brother Xiaoguang, why don't you ask Fu Anqing why he's not here?" Fu Hui asked slyly.
"Why isn't Fu Anqing here?" Well, Lin Xiaoguang really didn't think of his eldest nephew. Logically speaking, Teacher Fu was busy, so his eldest nephew wasn't that busy. Tsinghua High School seemed to have never seen him.
Lin Xiaoguang was a little annoyed. He really should have gone to the High School Affiliated to Tsinghua University.
Fu Hui chuckled: "Brother Xiaoguang, you are so insincere. Fu Anqing would be in agony if he knew it. Nuo, this is the letter he left for you. I brought it here."
Lin Xiaoguang took the letter, tore it open, held it in his hand, and looked at it directly.
Fu Anqing's handwriting is not good-looking, but his composition is very high-quality. In a few words, he can explain his affairs clearly.
Lin Xiaoguang was speechless after reading it.
"He probably didn't tell the truth. In fact, I made a bet with him. Whoever has better academic performance will have the right to choose freely. Come to Peiping or stay in Yicheng. Unfortunately, I won last year. I chose to stay."
In Yicheng, he stayed in Peking. This year I won again and I wanted to come to Peking, so he had no choice but to go back."
"You guys are really..." Lin Xiaoguang was even more speechless. Thinking of poor Fu Anqing, she really felt sorry for him.
"I must be awesome." Fu Hui was a little proud.
"sharp."
"Then do you want to know about my aunt?" Fu Hui tempted him like a cunning little fox.
"Sister Qingtong should have also written me a letter, right?"
"It's true, but you have to promise me one thing before I can give it to you." Fu Hui took out another envelope from his school bag.
Lin Xiaoguang's eyes immediately straightened.
Today's kid, twelve or thirteen years old, is really cunning. He was a little helpless and nodded: "What's the matter? You can tell me, but it must be within the scope of my ability, and it must not damage my reputation, let alone
Violates law and ethics."
"Humph!" Fu Hui snorted slightly, seeing that he was very cunning, and Fu Hui was a little dissatisfied.
"Okay, I agree to these three requests, but I haven't thought about it yet. I'll talk about it later, okay?"
"Of course." Her quirky look reminded Lin Xiaoguang of Zhao Min.
"Then it's settled."
So, Fu Hui handed the letter to him, and Lin Xiaoguang reached out to take it. After opening it, he was sure it was Mr. Fu's handwriting. He slowly looked at it and saw that there were not many words written on the piece of paper. He quickly read it.
After reading it, he remained silent.
"What did my aunt say? She didn't say anything bad, did she?" Fu Hui was a little curious.
"I didn't say anything." Lin Xiaoguang shook his head: "Classmate Fu Hui, I will be your history and geography tutor from now on. You are very poor in these two subjects. You are in the second grade of junior high school this year, so you must study hard."