Chapter 239 Wen Leyu: This matter cannot be let go easily

The next evening, Li Ye took his lunch box as usual and went to the library to study with Wen Leyu.

However, after finding a seat and sitting down, the young translator Wen Leyu did not start working immediately, but handed Li Ye two magazines.

"Can you help me look at these articles and estimate their level?"

"Let me comment on other people's works? I'm afraid my level is not good enough?"

Li Ye took the two magazines from Wen Leyu while smiling modestly.

Wen Leyu said unhappily: "Don't always belittle yourself. My mother has said that you are one of the representative writers of the new generation of young people. Anyone who looks down on you is an insignificant clown.

Dong Yuejin is now a big shot. If you were as enthusiastic about participating in various activities as he is, who would dare to challenge you?"

Li Ye smiled and didn't explain to Wen Leyu any further.

He has never thought about having in-depth dealings with people in the cultural circle. The reputation and substance of Seven-Inch Blade are all given by readers. What does it have to do with others?

Li Ye knew very well that as long as he could continue to write works that satisfied the readers, even if half of the people in the Writers Association disliked his Seven-Inch Blade, it would not prevent him from going against the tide and becoming a god.

Wen Leyu opened the lunch box and placed it between himself and Li Ye. He picked and chose vitamins while waiting for Li Ye to make a comment.

Li Ye opened the two magazines and took a look, and finally understood why Wen Leyu cared so much about these two articles.

Because these two articles, "The Death of Li Xiaomao" and "The Boatman's Three Days and Three Nights", were written by Chai Conan and Wan Zhiyue respectively.

The two did not use pen names, but used their real names.

Sure enough, Wen Leyu was not that generous. After hearing that someone was targeting Li Ye, he immediately took action.

In other words, because of "Deserter in Fire", she is not allowed to be generous to such people.

Li Ye took twenty minutes to finish reading the two short stories.

These are two standard "scar novels" that attack something specific, and the words are full of repressed grievances and catharsis.

Wen Leyu saw Li Ye close the magazine, and quickly swallowed the orange in his mouth, then asked Li Ye: "How is it?"

Li Ye smiled and asked back: "You must have seen it, what do you think?"

Wen Leyu shook his head and said, "You know my experience, so I'm not sure if my evaluation is fair."

Li Ye was surprised, and then said: "Xiao Yu, I have to admire your rationality and calmness."

In fact, the term "scar literature" is borrowed from the short story "Scars" by a writer named Lu, and is used to refer to literary works that describe that special period.

The educated youth who went to the countryside to work, as well as young people like Wen Guohua and Wen Leyu, can easily find identification and resonance in this kind of work.

That is why Wen Leyu does not comment on such works, so as to avoid making his evaluation biased due to his own psychological factors.

"These two novels are well written and are in line with the literary trends of recent years," Li Ye commented, "but if we have to evaluate their level, they can only be considered average."

Wen Leyu asked seriously, "Why is it only average?"

Li Ye said: "Because there is only angry evil in these words, and no redemptive good."

Wen Leyu: “.”

Let me give you two examples!

Seeing that Wen Leyu didn't understand, Li Ye gave an example and said, "You must have read "The White-Haired Girl", right?"

Wen Leyu nodded without saying anything. How could she not know "The White-Haired Girl"?

Li Ye continued, "Xi'er's prototype is real. The suffering she endured in the first half of her life, don't you think there are many similarities between it and what is described in these two novels?"

"But is Dachun in the White-Haired Girl a kind and good person? Did Xier get redemption in the end? Did she wait for the beauty of the world?"

If scar literature is a concept, then White-Haired Girl must be related to it. Does that mean the scars of Xier's era are no longer scars?

But in certain years in the 1980s, it was criticized by many people.

That's a bit ironic.

"But in these two stories, 'The Death of Li Xiaomao' and 'The Boatman's Three Days and Three Nights', there is not a single good person."

Li Ye continued, "Good and evil are interdependent. Even in the eighteen levels of hell, there should be good, and in the endless darkness, there must be hidden light."

"For example, when you were in Qingshui County, did someone secretly repair your house? When the neighbor lady saw that you were sick, did she kill the only old hen in the family and make soup for you?"

"Go on, keep talking."

Wen Leyu's eyes sparkled, and he held his chin with one hand, urging Li Ye to continue.

Li Ye smiled and said, "What else can you say? Some works are just the product of the times. In a dozen years, except for some very classic works, most of the works will be gradually forgotten."

"Really? That doesn't seem possible!"

Wen Leyu was a little bit unconvinced, but what she didn’t know was that decades later, even primary and secondary school students couldn’t sing “The North Wind Blows,” let alone those unrepresentative works?

Even the author of "Scars", after receiving more than 1,000 yuan in royalties, immigrated to the lighthouse and became a foreign Chinese, and almost stopped engaging in related creations.

In the long river of history, there are too many passers-by, and how many waves have they stirred up?

"What about the second example?"

Wen Leyu was obviously not satisfied with what he heard, so he chased Li Ye to ask for the second example.

Li Ye said: "The second example I mentioned is the Soviet writer Solzhenitsyn, who was seriously hurt and is also a well-deserved literary fighter.

Solzhenitsyn scolded many Soviet leaders and was eventually forced into exile. But he was the one who used his pen to make countless Soviet leaders feel ashamed. Do you know what the award speech was when he won the Nobel Prize in Literature? "

Li Ye was silent for a few seconds, and in the face of Wen Leyu's expectant eyes, he said: "Solzhenitsyn said that the Slavic nation is great, the Slavic people are strong, and Slavic literature is full of power. The whole article is a praise for the hometown that hurt him."

Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye in surprise, not understanding what Li Ye meant by what he said.

After a long while he asked, "Why?"

Li Ye said in a deep voice: "Because he loves the land that gave birth to him and raised him, the reason why he created his own literary works is not only because of hatred in his heart, but also because of his love for the land.

When he created his literary works, he hoped that the land would become better.”

"But I don't see this kind of love in these two works. So why did they create these two works? How can these two works be passed down to future generations?"

Li Ye threw the two magazines aside, just like throwing away two rags.

. . . . . . . .

After Li Ye talked with Wen Leyu, he quickly forgot about the matter.

But more than ten days later, he was surprised to see a reading experience of "The Death of Li Xiaomao" and "The Three Days and Three Nights of the Boatman" in the newspaper.

The author who signed as "Wenhua" almost copied Li Ye's original remarks, and also took "White-Haired Girl" as an example, criticizing the lack of human kindness in the works of Wan Zhiyue and Chai Conan.

Li Ye quickly went to find Wen Leyu and asked her if she was "Wenhua".

Wen Leyu whispered to Li Ye: "That wasn't me, it was my brother. I originally wrote a manuscript for him to use as a reference, but he just used it directly to save trouble."

Li Ye: “.”

Wen Leyu felt somewhat guilty, and grabbed Li Ye's hand and said, "I have already severely criticized my brother, and he also said that he owed you a big favor. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"Why would I blame you?" Li Ye smiled and touched Wen Leyu's head, saying, "We are friends, what's mine is yours? If you had said it earlier, I could have re-polished it and written it more pointedly."

Wen Leyu accepted Li Ye's pat on the head with a smile, and then said: "My brother said the same thing. He said that we have behaved ourselves and have not provoked anyone, but they pointed out our faults by name. This matter cannot be easily let go."

“.”

He was a well-behaved person and didn't provoke anyone, which really touched Li Ye's heart.

He just wrote a few novels to earn some royalties, but he ended up being stepped on the shoulders and pulled the ears. How could he let it go so easily?

When Li Ye heard Liu Muhan talking about the two people who sneered at him and mentioned "Deserter in the War" that day, he knew that this matter was not over.

Regardless of whether Chai Conan and Wan Zhiyue did it intentionally or unintentionally, since they have attacked others without reason, they will definitely receive the retribution they deserve.

I write about the Anti-Japanese War, about the soldiers who fought bravely for the sake of growing flowers. What does that have to do with you?

It’s retribution, you deserve it!

Li Ye doesn't even have to do anything, someone will rush forward.

But he didn't expect that the retribution would be so severe.

The publication of Wenhua's review was like a clarion call for a charge, triggering a prairie-like reaction.

In just two weeks, at least dozens of articles appeared in major newspapers and magazines, launching a vigorous discussion on the "lack of kindness", and the discussion is showing signs of intensifying.

The center of the discussion was Wan Zhiyue and Chai Conan.

"Lao Wan, do you have any news? What is going on? Why are all these people targeting us?"

"I don't know! I asked a lot of people, and they all said that this is a normal literary discussion, but if we continue to discuss it like this, we will become famous."

“Now we are famous”

Chai Conan tightly grasped the phone in his hand and gritted his teeth and said, "Think carefully again, have you offended anyone recently?"

"No!" Wan Zhiyue said dejectedly: "I have checked several times, and I have never offended such a powerful person."

"If he's not a big shot, could he be a small shot?"

“.”

"Seven-inch blade?"

"Seven-inch blade?"

"Why? What qualifications does he have?"

They both exclaimed at the same time, both unable to believe it.

Some people are born to preach to others. They always unilaterally and wishfully impose their own views on right and wrong on others, making them obey and accept their "spiritual criticism."

Especially for a young up-and-coming star like Li Ye, whose works have "flaws", how can he be qualified to be compared with them?

(End of this chapter)