Of course, just because Wang Meng praised Li Rong does not mean that Li Rong and his colleagues are very good at "playing literature".
In fact, what Wang Meng praised was just Li Rong's down-to-earth attitude. As for the other things, Wang Meng didn't say anything.
If we put aside the title of writer, Wang Meng is also a real gangster. He has done everything from drug abuse to prostitution. He also said that sex workers are the best people and are better than those intellectuals.
, the heart is much cleaner and kinder.
People who like him think he is genuine, people who don't like him think he is a scumbag.
None of the people here have much to do with him. Only Liu Yuan once commented on his works, saying that the characters in his works are vivid, but they are too simple. All men, women, old and young are poor, and they are poor to the end.
Liu Yuan's comment is correct. In Li Rong's works, regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, they look very vivid, but they are not much different from Li Rong himself, poor.
Originally, Liu Yuan just made a comment, saying that the work was inappropriate for the person, which was normal. However, Li Rong was young and energetic and hit back at Liu Yuan.
He said that Liu Yuan used to play celebrities and noble people, but in the end he couldn't stop the vulgar things about himself. He said that Liu Yuan was a hypocrite and not a real villain like him.
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 thought it was pointless to scold him.
There was no need for Zhang Zhong to make friends with him, but after Zhuang Yu introduced him, he nodded, "Hello, Mr. Li."
Li Rong said with a smile, "I haven't heard anyone call me Mr. Li for a long time. 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, looked at the time, and said no more.
"I have the honor to read Mr. Zhang's "Ordering". It is well written, which is rare. There are many young writers born in the 1980s and 1990s, and few of them can write. Of course, they all flatter the public now. At least you don't.
To flatter the public." Li Rong said.
It sounds like an exaggeration, but the tone doesn't feel right no matter how you listen to it.
Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "I don't know what to say about flattering the public?"
"Ordinary people can write whatever they want to see. It's not just to flatter the public. After all, they have nothing of their own. If they want to do something to flatter the public, it is easiest to just piece it together and make up for it.
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"I remember that the scripts you wrote, Li Rong, sold well." Wang Yi suddenly said.
"I'm lucky, there are still many people who like it." Li Rong said with a smile, "But writing a TV series is not a serious matter after all, and it also took up a lot of time, but there was nothing I could do. At that time, for money, I wrote everything myself
It’s disgusting. There’s no point in living like that. It’s no fun to be praised by a bunch of unreliable people after I finish writing. 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 have more contact with him. He has his own way of life, and Zhang Zhong also has his own way of life. The two of them are completely different worlds.
Zhuang Yu probably didn't want to make the situation too embarrassing and kept chatting.
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"Mr. Li, I don't know what the organizing committee was thinking this time, so they just gave the award to Zhang Zhong?" Wang Feng, who was sitting next to Li Siqi, said to Li Siqi in a low voice.
Li Siqi glanced at where Zhang Zhong was sitting with his peripheral vision, and said with a worried expression, "The organizing committee of the Pu Songling Award has always wanted to award the award to some new faces, but now other young people are not very lively, so they just
You can choose the general over the dwarf."
Wang Feng echoed, "Yes, there is a problem with the Pu Songling Award itself. The evaluation should focus on the work and what it has to do with the author. You can't say that the award must be awarded to someone who is young. It must be ruined.
A record gimmick. I see that you have written several short stories that are very profound in the past two years and have also published them in the China People's Daily. If you really choose them seriously, this award should also be yours."
"You can't say that. Different awards have different selection criteria. You can't say there's something wrong with the award just because the award is given to someone else, right?" Li Siqi said in a pretentious manner.
Wang Feng glanced at Li Siqi's proud expression and continued, "Although the organizing committee did not give you the award, it has to invite you to come and support the scene."
"I'm an old man, so I can't support any scene. I'm just 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 Was a Soldier" you wrote last year is very profound.
Today's society is very impetuous, and we need more young people like you who can concentrate on learning."
In fact, Wang Feng is not young anymore. He, Zhuang Yu and the others are just the back and forth, about fifty years old this year.
"I need Mr. Li to give me more advice in the future."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
As the saying goes, people flock together and things flock together, so it is not unusual for Wang Feng and Li Siqi to come together. Most of their works are based on the main theme, while Li Siqi is more subtle and flatters lightly.
Wang Feng didn't hide it at all. He wrote a lot of military novels in his early years, and later he became known as a red writer.
However, in recent years, the so-called red writers have become difficult to associate with, so Wang Feng felt a big gap in his heart.
Originally, based on his qualifications, he was going to win the Pu Songling Award in the next few years, but the organizing committee of the Pu Songling Award seemed to fail to recognize him as a person and has not awarded him an award for a long time.
After much anticipation, this year he finally blossomed, but what he won was the Literary Criticism Award, an award that no one paid any attention to.
The Literary Criticism Award is an award that has even less presence than the Outstanding Literary Translation Award.
Although it’s the Pu Songling Award for publicity, the Renren Translation Award can at least tell others that one’s award-winning work is the translation of a certain book, and people will know it as soon as you tell them.
But it’s really hard to say something like the Literary Criticism Award when someone asks.
If you tell people that the award-winning work is "Childhood Reappearance and Children's Literature Reconstruction: 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 tell the story completely.
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Of course, there are also award-winning works with short names in the Literary Criticism Award, but they are always review-type essays, and it is difficult for ordinary people to know about them.
Of course, Wang Feng is still happy. No matter what, when he publishes another work in the future, he can have the words "Pu Songling Award Winner" grandly printed on the cover of his new book.