Chapter 220 Impulse Punishment
Chapter 220 Impulse Punishment
"Teacher Wang Zhongxing, let me ask you a question. You don't create many works, right?"
Wang Zhongxing was unhappy: "What are you talking about? I have to write more than you before I can evaluate you, is that what you mean?"
Wang Zixu said: "I didn't say that."
It was just "I didn't say that", but it was not "I didn't mean that". Wang Zhongxing caught the slight difference in the words and immediately raised his two broken eyebrows.
His eyeballs were a little protruding, as if he was glaring. He squinted, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like icy cracks, spreading out like a peacock fish's tail.
Wang Zixu said: “I don’t know what writing means to you. For me, writing is the friction of life with my body.
"The bruises from scraping, the redness from bumping, the marks from slapping, I wrote them down in the book as if they were treasures.
“I revised the entire text of Fire in the Stone 23 times. It was not a partial rewrite, but a complete rewrite from scratch.
“If the stones of history were used to build a platform in the beginning, then after 23 rewrites, it is like building a city with the flesh and blood of reality.
“I’m not complaining, I just really love writing.
“Compared to being a career writer in a small city or engaging in intrigues with partners, I love writing more.
“It’s simple, pure. Even though it’s painful. Even though it’s painful, you can regurgitate happy endorphins from the pain.
“So I was very confused by what Mr. Wang Zhongxing said. How could I have wasted this subject?
“Isn’t it what a writer should do to think of a story and then write it down?
“How compact does the structure have to be to avoid being loose? How complex does the character have to be to avoid being flat? How elegant does the style have to be to avoid being vulgar?
“Does this book have to have a structure that surpasses Tolstoy, a technique that surpasses Faulkner, characters that surpass Dostoyevsky, and a style that surpasses Proust in order for it to be worthy of being written?
"Teacher Wang, I believe that if you have experienced the joy of writing, you will not use these empty words to deconstruct the career you love. They are meaningless.
“Writing is about creation, not a running race or a life-and-death struggle. It should not be a scale on a vector.
"Teacher Wang, we are all writers, I believe you can feel it. I believe you can understand. I believe this book must have touched you at some point. I hope it can get your fair evaluation."
Wang Zixu wanted to argue, but when he talked about his work, he became gentle. It was like the villain in a TV series, who became somewhat human when talking about his own children.
In the final analysis, he still didn't like sophistry. Sophistry can only win, but it doesn't count as doing it right. It's like he won against Kong Huaifang, but so what? Nothing has changed for the better.
However, many times in this world, "doing the right thing" is meaningless. Only winning is meaningful, or in other words, only winning can make the right thing meaningful.
If he didn't use sophistry, he could only prove himself. Or, as he did now, he could move people with emotion. He understood this principle, but also understood that it might not be effective.
Perhaps if Wang Zhongxing's surname was not Wang, or if Xiao Mengyin had not stood up to help him just now, he would not have been so moved by the scene and said so many of his innermost thoughts.
While Wang Zixu was speaking, Xiao Mengyin, who was sitting next to him, was listening in a daze.
Regardless of whether Wang Zhongxing was touched by Wang Zixu's words, it at least touched her.
Just now she was still struggling with what kind of punishment she would receive for her impulsiveness. Now she is no longer struggling with it.
Wang Zixu is of the same kind.
Even though I look so strange, I am still lucky enough to meet people like me in the world. Why should I worry about the future?
At this moment, she caught a glimpse of Gu Zao holding a pen and writing quickly on paper.
Turning around, I saw that what he wrote was:
"For me, writing is the rubbing of my body against life..."
When you are in a meeting and come across some beautiful words or phrases that are truly touching, write them down immediately. Are you improving yourself anytime and anywhere?
Hajigu, you bastard!
Wang Zhongxing leaned back in his chair, his face hidden in the shadow outside the light. After Wang Zixu finished speaking, his face slowly emerged.
He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Since you love this book so much, you should write it well, right? I will not change my evaluation of this book."
It's no use trying to move people with emotion.
Wang Zixu lowered his eyebrows and his expression returned to calm.
He wasn't disappointed. He just thought, okay.
In that case, I also know a little bit about the techniques of quarreling.
He reached out, lifted the briefcase at his feet onto his legs, took out a thin book from it, and slapped it on the table.
"Teacher Wang Zhongxing, this is your new book, Jiangxi Organic Fertilizer and Dutch Tulips, which was just published last week. On the book jacket, there is also a recommendation from Teacher Shi Tonghe: 'A mysterious combination of realistic writing and classical aesthetics'..."
Wang Zhongxing was immediately shocked, his neck turned red, and he shouted, "What are you doing with my book? What does it have to do with me?"
Wang Zixu said, "Listen to me. My next question is closely related to your book. I must introduce your book to explain it clearly."
He opened the book, pointed at the index, and said:
“Please take a look at this masterpiece by Professor Wang Zhongxing. The structure is very rigorous, so rigorous that every chapter is exactly the same.
“In the beginning, I always write about a period of history. For example, the first chapter describes Emperor Qianlong’s trip to the south of the Yangtze River, the second chapter describes Empress Dowager Cixi building a garden, and the third chapter describes Yuan Shikai building a mausoleum.
“The second paragraph always focuses on an irrelevant minor character, and this minor character is definitely not the protagonist.
"In the third paragraph, this little guy always makes a mistake, faces danger, and the protagonist rescues him... The story progression of each subsequent paragraph is the same in structure."
Wang Zixu put down the book and looked at Wang Zhongxing:
"Teacher Wang, you said that my structure is loose. I would like to ask, when you think of a solid structure, do you mean something like the one in your book?"
Wang Zhongxing said weakly: "I didn't say that I should be used as a benchmark..."
"So you think that the structure of your book is more rigorous than Fire in the Stone?"
"Of course..."
"What is it? Which is more rigorous? Of these two books, which one is more 'solidly structured' as you would say?"
Wang Zhongxing pursed his lips for a long time before finally squeezing out a few words from between his teeth:
"Wang Zixu, let me be clear. You are still young, and your book is far from perfect. I am not conceited, but my book..."
Wang Zixu raised his hand high, then clapped it down heavily:
"Your book is garbage!"
The blush on Wang Zhongxing's neck slowly rose to his cheeks, looking shiny against his dark skin.
"You actually think your book is well written? When I bought your book, I saw that the online store sales volume was 2, and only two copies were sold in total. You have the nerve to say that the structure of your unsalable rubbish book is solid?
"The whole book is a rotten, old, smelly pile of dung, with no literary value. If you mean by a strict structure that your book will become garbage like this, then I would rather have a loose structure!"
Wang Zixu's voice echoed throughout the entire conference hall, and even the students who were passing by pouring tea were stunned.
Wang Zhongxing roared with his throat husky and his neck thickened:
"Who is rubbish? You are rubbish! Your book is complete rubbish! Do you even understand literature to write a book?
"Don't you know this is called structuralism? Do you understand Saussure? Do you know "Morphology of Story"? Do you understand Roland Barthes?..."
Wang Zixu patted the book and asked, "What does it mean to understand literature? Do you know what writing is? I have never taken a literature class, but I can tell that your book is rubbish! It's useless for you to understand more theory. If you can't write, don't write!" Wang Zhongxing didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and just kept reciting the scriptures:
"Do you know the big structure? Do you know Hopscotch? Do you know what 'writability' means..."
Then, many difficult-to-understand words popped out of his mouth, such as "codes", "deep narrative structure", and "breaking linear conventions", and the whole venue was filled with the atmosphere of literature.
An Younan, who was watching the live broadcast, laughed so hard that he rolled over on the sofa, holding his stomach.
"This Wang Zixu is really interesting. Do you understand now why I am looking forward to his performance so much?"
Duan Xiaosang whispered, "Every time he turns a broad topic into a specific question, and finally...it turns into a personal attack."
An Younan continued to laugh wildly: "The key is that he also bought other people's books. He really knows how to calculate!"
Duan Xiaosang said: "Although it is a bit confusing, it is also the right strategy because it is impossible to reach a conclusion by discussing broad topics. But it is very convenient to solve the problem of the person who raised the question."
An Younan wiped away a small tear from the corner of his eye with his finger: "It is better to attack others than to prove your innocence. It will not cause internal friction. I have understood this truth since I was a child."
Wang Zhongxing spoke so hysterically that he couldn't catch his breath and kept coughing. Shi Tonghe reached out and patted him on the back and said, "That's enough."
That's enough. Calm down.
Wang Zhongxing calmed down.
Shi Tonghe turned to Wang Zixu and said:
"Today we are discussing Fire in the Stone, and we are not discussing other works. If you have to write something far superior to others before you can comment on it, then we might as well cancel the literature course."
Wang Zixu said: "I don't want his works to surpass mine. The main thing is that he is Wang Zhongxing. Teacher Kong doesn't write novels either. You see, I am not targeting Teacher Kong."
Kong Huaifang had been sitting there feeling resentful, but when he was suddenly mentioned, he shuddered, straightened up and glared at Wang Zixu.
Wang Zixu ignored him and continued, “Not long after my book Fire in the Stone was published, Teacher Wang Zhongxing wrote an article criticizing me, saying that I had ruined the subject matter.
"But he wrote this book himself, and it's not as good as mine. Isn't he destroying literature?
"If his understanding of literature is at the level of this work, then he has no right to instruct me. I do not accept his criticism."
Wang Zhongxing couldn't hold it in any longer and flew into a rage again: "You have no right to comment on my level!"
Wang Zixu said proudly: "You are the one who is not qualified! Your understanding of literature is flawed, why should I acknowledge it? Do good writers have to listen to the opinions of poor writers?"
Shi Tonghe said: "Wang Zixu, you are too arrogant!"
"You are the ones who are arrogant." Wang Zixu suddenly calmed down. "You have lost control of the kingdom of words, but you have supreme say in the literary world. You use one hat after another to wholesale the illusion of power and create a false appearance of authority. You are arrogant, you are arrogant."
Shi Tonghe suddenly stood up, shaking his head like a madman: "Say it again?!"
Wang Zixu also stood up by pressing the table: "I say that your reality is too hungry and too greedy, and it has already eaten up your self-esteem in literature!"
"Bang! Click!"
Shi Tonghe picked up the celadon cup on the table and threw it to the ground. The poor cup exploded on the ground, and half of the cup lid spun and slid a long distance on the ground, hitting the side of the shoe of the trembling Xiao Mengyin.
"Wang Zixu! Who gave you the confidence to talk about writing in front of me? Do you think you are the only one who can write?"
Wang Zixu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this was what made Shi Tonghe angry.
He thought Shi Tonghe had stopped writing for ten years and no longer cared about it. But he didn't expect that what made him most angry was being questioned about his writing ability.
He was only slightly surprised, then he regained his composure and said, "If you could still write, you wouldn't have to go to such lengths to invite so many people to make a fuss and discredit my book."
Shi Tonghe's face also turned red, spitting out, and he stretched out his hand and pointed wildly in the air: "Who do you think you are? You think you are so great that I need to personally discredit you!"
"If you don't need to discredit me yourself, why don't you let me participate in the Feishi Literature Award?"
Wang Zixu took out his cell phone, threw it on the table, and tapped it lightly. A voice that was very familiar to everyone present came out from the speaker:
"Then what do I do?"
"You don't have to do anything. This is my compensation for what happened."
"That's it."
"Then, you haven't submitted your work for this year's Feishi Literature Award yet, right? You can wait a year and submit your work next year."
"why?"
"I'm telling you something from the bottom of my heart. Listen carefully. You may not win the prize this year. Because you are serializing. When you finish serializing, it will be next year. You can participate again next year, and the organizers will not be able to find fault with you."
"Is it because there is a National Collection List this year?"
"Whether you win or not, you will most likely not win the prize this year. It will be better for everyone if you don't participate this year. Have I made myself clear?..."
……
The moment Wang Zixu turned on the recording, Shi Tonghe felt like he was on a roller coaster and was suddenly hit by a heavy hammer when he reached the top.
Sparks flew before his eyes, as if the fire in the stone had finally burst. Then the world was spinning around him, and he held on to the edge of the long table with both hands, like a drowning person holding on to a lifebuoy, to avoid falling.
The prince stared at him without mercy, his lips tightly pursed.
Shi Tonghe, the last thing you should do is to underestimate "Fire in the Stone" and think that you can easily crush it with a set of tricks.
The second thing you shouldn't do is to think that after you run me over, I won't learn my lesson and try to trade with me.
The third thing you should not do is to underestimate "Fire in the Stone" and underestimate Wang Zixu as a person.
How can someone who risks his life to write a book be a normal person? How can we expect him to be rational?
Wild dogs are pitiful creatures. They have not had many good days. They look cruel on the outside but have simple and kind hearts.
When it gets better, it will remember you and come to you from a distance and rub its head against you.
It is used to being bullied. If you kick it twice, it won't bear grudges, at most it will tuck its tail between its legs and hide from you.
But if you bully it again and again and take away what it cherishes most, then don't blame it for being narrow-minded and having a good memory.
No matter how long it takes, it will bite you hard and won't let go easily.
He has survived the hardships of life in the wild, swallowing the wind and drinking the dew, and he is still kind-hearted. It's not because he is born to be bullied.
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(End of this chapter)