"Secondly, why can other people live comfortably, but literati can't live comfortably? When a literati is poor, it really does no good to him. He is very beautiful in the eyes of others. Reading his biography after death is very poetic..."
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"I want to say that literati should be poor. This Mr. Li does have the confidence to say such a thing. After all, he is indeed not very rich. But his wealth is not his own choice, but passive acceptance. As for why this Mr. Li wants to
By saying this, I can probably understand that he should have this idea: other people's success makes me uncomfortable, and if other people's success is worthy of the name, I will feel even more uncomfortable."
"Obviously, I accidentally made Mr. Li uncomfortable. Mr. Li is a person who dares to love and hate. When he felt uncomfortable, he also wanted to make me uncomfortable."
"Unfortunately, Teacher Li and I both dare to love and hate. If someone makes me uncomfortable, I just want to make him feel even more uncomfortable."
There are thousands of words in it. The first half is excerpted from Lin Yutang's "The Feast of Life". The literary and poor sections are a bit reserved. Later, Zhang Zhong gives free rein and becomes much more straightforward, which is equivalent to pointing his finger at Li Siqi and scolding him.
He "became jealous out of hatred."
Literati have always looked down upon each other, which has been the case since ancient times.
After Zhang Chong finished writing this, he thought back and realized that he would be scolded by Li Siqi, and it was obvious that two accounts were scolded at the same time.
Their scar literature focuses on a certain period of history, whether it is Li Siqi or others, some are about healing, and some are about trauma, but the so-called sect of scar literature has already formed a certain portal.
Nowadays, a book called "Wives and Concubines" suddenly came out and became a huge hit, pushing root-seeking literature back into mainstream literature.
And that’s not all. You, a fifth-grade vegetable, came to join in the fun and wrote a short story called “Ordained”, with a hint of root-seeking.
As one of the representatives of scar literature, Li Siqi's works may not be very deep, but he is a good target shooter. With two ready-made targets in front of him, he is as jealous as a hunter who sees his prey.
Zhang Zhong felt that he had accidentally been involved in a dispute among literary factions.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the disputes among literary factions among literati should be elegant, romantic, and tolerant of each other's opinions.
But in fact, the factional fighting among literati is not much different from the struggle between farmers for land. It is just that the literati hide behind pen and paper. Otherwise, you will always see the literati fighting with red faces and fists.
As for literati scolding, it is actually not elegant. If you don't take face into consideration, the words "cnm" will probably only be left in the end.
If you care about face even a little bit, it's just like children scolding others.
For example, Lu Xun scolded Guo Moruo: From a distance, you see a dog, but when you get closer, you see Mr. Guo Moruo.
For example, the Goncourt brothers called Theophes: a lackluster hippopotamus.
And they called Enetes: like a calf's head with red spots, or a monkey's butt with calluses.
Barbey scolded Zola: he was like Michelangelo, who looked like shit.
This is a scholar. In fact, when it comes to scolding, people are no different from ordinary people. If a person can remain calm and eloquently write a thousand words to use "cultural curses", it definitely means that this person is not angry enough.
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"This bastard! You bastard! You bastard!"
Obviously, the great literati Li Siqi was really angry, but his foundation as a literati was still there. Three consecutive metaphorical sentences formed a parallel and overlapping effect, expressing a strong emotional upgrade.
Li Siqi is almost seventy years old, and his health is not as good as before. He was short of breath just now, and now his breathing is not smooth.
His grandson Li Xian, who was standing next to him, quickly went over and patted his grandfather's back, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, why are you so angry?"
After Li Siqi calmed down for a while, he stood up from his chair, gave his seat to Li Xian, pointed at the computer and said to him, "As for me, you can help me type."
Li Xian rubbed his hands and said, "Grandpa, who are you criticizing again this time?"
"Fifth grade vegetable." When Li Siqi said this name, he gritted his teeth and looked like he wanted to eat someone.
Li Xian was shocked when he saw Li Siqi's expression. He probably guessed that his grandfather was so angry because of this fifth-grade vegetative state.
"You wrote: Qu Gao has always been a mediocre person. Literati may not be poor, but they will never be..."
Li Siqi was narrating, while his grandson Li Xian was typing into the computer word by word.
Halfway through writing, Li Siqi suddenly felt something at his feet tugging at his trousers, making him irritable.
He looked down and saw that it was the family dog.
"You bastard, get out of here!"
Li Xian, who was typing on the keyboard, typed in the words "You bastard, get out of here" without even thinking about it.
Li Siqi kicked the dog, turned around and saw what his grandson was typing, and slapped Li Xian on the head again, "You don't even think about it. You just record whatever I say?"
Li Xian touched his head aggrievedly and deleted those words.
After an article was included, Li Siqi took a look at it himself and made sure there were no problems before submitting it to the People's Literature Network.
Li Xian was slapped just now, and he felt a little aggrieved. He didn't want to stay with Li Siqi anymore. When he was about to go out, he was stopped by Li Siqi, "Wait a minute, has your dog got a name?"
"Name?" Li Xian was stunned, "It's..."
He was a little scared because his grandfather always believed that dogs are beasts and names belong to people. Dogs should not be given names.
But this time Li Siqi didn't blame him, but asked, "What's your name?"
"Call Dong Bei."
Li Siqi shook his head, "This name is not good. I will change his name from now on to Zhang Qianli."
"Grandpa, I'm used to that name before..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Just change it if I ask you to!"
"Okay, okay, I'll change it right away." Li Xian was startled, shrank his neck and ran away.
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Li Siqi's articles are published very slowly because the People's Literature Network is not run by his family, so he must spend time reviewing articles and typesetting them regularly.
If the speed is fast, it will take at least two days for his article to appear on the page.
If you are unlucky and People's Literature Network feels it has no value, it may not publish it.
But Li Siqi is famous here, so People's Literature Network still has to give him some face.
Because the efficiency was very slow, Zhang Zhong did not know that Li Siqi had already written an article to scold him, but it was not published.
In fact, even if he knew, it didn't matter to him. He really didn't shy away from these literati when it came to cursing people.
But he has no intention of cursing right now because he is busy working on his new book "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood".
He weighed it up in his mind and finally chose to publish the book on the account of Fifth Grade Vegetative Person.