Chapter 246: Perfect
While Haiping spoke in a deep tone, his mind was spinning rapidly.
what to do?
If you had not said that you had seen it just now, and just said that you had not seen it, then you wouldn't have these problems.
You can't just tell Yu Hua that I didn't understand it after reading it once, right?
We are all colleagues at the cultural center, that would be too embarrassing.
I was planning to take another look at it today, but I didn't expect this guy to ask me questions while I was having breakfast.
Careless!
"I think it's very well written." Haiping decided to give it a delaying tactic.
Yu Hua's expression became even more excited. "Oh? Tell me, what's good about it?"
Damn it!
Haiping could only bite the bullet and continue writing, "I think Teacher Lin has set a benchmark for avant-garde novels! Yu Hua, don't be offended by what I say, but your 'avant-garde' is not even on the same level as Teacher Lin's."
Haiping thought that his words of praising Lin and criticizing Yu would make Yu Hua depressed or even angry, and he would definitely not ask him again.
But he never expected that Yu Hua's expression became more and more excited, just like... just like, how to describe it?
Yu Hua almost had the word "masochistic" written all over his face, "Aren't you talking nonsense? How can I compare with Teacher Lin? Don't just talk about these broad things, tell me what's good about it!"
How the hell do I know what's good about it? I don't even understand it!
Haiping felt like a person who was about to hang himself but regretted it. The rope was put on, the stool was kicked off, but he regretted it in his heart.
Put me down!
"Well... I think you have to figure this out yourself. There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers. Teacher Lin's works are profound and everyone's understanding is different after reading them. What I said is just my personal opinion, which can easily affect your own judgment."
After hearing Haiping's words, Yu Hua showed a thoughtful expression on his face, and then nodded and said, "You are right! I really haven't understood this novel thoroughly yet, and it would be irresponsible to share it with you so rashly. I will go back and read it a few more times, and when I understand it thoroughly, I will come and share it with you."
Haiping stared at Yu Hua's eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, finally he had gotten away with it.
But when he thought about Yu Hua having to go back and read the novel several more times before discussing it with him, he suddenly felt under tremendous pressure.
Damn, is it so stressful to read Teacher Lin’s novels now?
In a courtyard in Yanjing.
Zhang Jianjun was holding the latest issue of "Youth Literature" in his hand with a look of despair on his face.
"Jianjun, I think you should stop studying!" someone suggested.
"Yeah, I can't even understand this novel by reading it, let alone listening to it. You should just let everyone digest it on their own."
Zhang Jianjun said stubbornly, "No. We claim to be loyal readers of Teacher Lin. If we can't even understand Teacher Lin's novels, won't we be laughed at if we tell others about it?"
A female classmate in the crowd had a calm expression, with a kind of arrogance that made her feel sober while everyone else was drunk, and said calmly: "Is this novel so difficult to understand?"
Everyone glared at you, don't think you can be so arrogant just because you are a woman.
Seeing everyone's unhappy expressions, the female classmate changed her words and said, "What I mean is that this novel is actually very easy to understand if you read it a few more times."
"Xiao Lan makes sense!" Everyone agreed with the girl's speech.
If you don’t understand the novel, it’s definitely not a problem of your IQ, but rather that you haven’t read it enough times.
"I'll buy another one later." someone muttered.
In the 1980s, the price of most magazines ranged from 50 cents to one dollar. For ordinary students, buying magazines was still a financial burden, after all, it was impossible for everyone to read only one magazine a month.
So it became common for many classmates and friends to buy a magazine or a book together.
There were only two books in the reading club in this issue of "Youth Literature", and everyone took turns reading them according to the previous rules.
But the situation this time is a bit special. Many people didn’t understand it after reading it once. It’s so outrageous. When did reading novels become such a brain-burning thing?
Whether it is to really understand the content of the novel or to avoid embarrassment in front of peers and classmates, everyone has enough motivation to buy another copy of "Youth Literature".
I still don't believe it. I hid in the quilt and watched him for a week. How could I not understand it?
Many people hold this mentality.
Guowen Publishing House, back building, "Contemporary" editorial office.
There were more manuscripts on Zhu Changsheng's desk, but at this moment he did not notice Yao Shuzhi stacking the manuscripts, as his attention was completely focused on the magazine in his hand.
As his eyes left the last page of the novel, Zhu Changsheng's heart was filled with an indescribable shock. He was shocked by the difficulty of reading "Chasing the Murderer" caused by the flashbacks and circular narratives, and even more shocked by the perfect integration of narrative, structure and connotation in this novel.
Especially when he saw the protagonist Zou Zhengdao in the novel standing in front of the mirror and discovered that he was the criminal, the shock was overwhelming. All the previous contradictions, doubts, and ignorance were released at this moment.
He also deeply felt the torment and despair that Zou Zhengdao faced in his last moment.
The ending for Wei Min is so wonderful!
Leaving such blank space is simply perfect!
Zhu Changsheng was so excited that he couldn't express it in words. He stood up suddenly, startling Yao Shuzhi who had just put down the manuscript.
The two looked at each other, and Yao Shuzhi asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhu Changsheng did not answer her, but walked straight to Lin Weimin and said in a somewhat proud tone: "I understand!"
Lin Weimin raised his head and looked at him blankly.
"Did you understand? What did you understand?"
Zhu Changsheng looked at Lin Weimin's expression and finally realized that he had accidentally said what was in his heart. He looked a little embarrassed and waved his hands, saying, "Nothing, nothing."
Just as he was about to go back, he was blocked by Yao Shuzhi, who happened to be holding the book "Youth Literature" that he had just placed on the table.
Yao Shuzhi asked with interest, "Changsheng, have you been reading this book Youth Literature all day?"
Zhu Changsheng hesitated, "With so many works, it will definitely take some time!"
"Isn't that right? Why do I see you reading Wei Min's novel all day?"
Zhu Changsheng's expression became even more embarrassed, "Weimin... this novel is so well written!"
Shaking the magazine in her hand, Yao Shuzhi asked, "Now that you've finished reading it, can you lend it to me?"
Zhu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I've finished reading it. You can take it and read it now."
At the end of the working day, colleagues were busy packing up.
Yao Shuzhi sat at her desk, unmoved, her eyes fixed on the "Youth Literature" in her hand, her brows furrowed.
"Shuzhi, aren't you going to get off work yet?" Liu Yin asked.
Yao Shuzhi kept her eyes on the magazine and responded, "Oh, I'll leave right away, I'll leave right away."
Yao Shuzhi said this but remained sitting motionless in her seat until every last person in the office left.
With no one in the office, she could finally put away her distorted expression.
"Why is this novel so difficult to read?"
At this moment, Zhu Changsheng, who was taking a bicycle from the carport, glanced at the only bicycle left in the carport, and inexplicably felt a sense of superiority in his IQ.
After work, Lin Weimin rode his motorcycle to No. 26 Lama Temple Street.
"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"
After entering Shi Tiesheng's house, Lin Weimin asked, "How are the preparations going?"
"What's going on?" Shi Tiesheng asked.
"We're going to Yantai. We'll be leaving in two days."
Shi Tiesheng patted the armrest of the wheelchair with a generous and hearty smile on his face, "It's enough to have this old friend accompany me!"
His words were full of carefreeness, which made Lin Weimin feel inferior.
"Weimin is here. Would you like to have dinner at home tonight?" Shi's father came over and said.
Lin Weimin nodded, "Okay, thank you, uncle."
Father Shi smiled and nodded, then went to prepare dinner.
"Where is Shi Lan? Isn't it summer vacation?" Lin Weimin asked.
Shi Tiesheng said helplessly: "He went out and had a mad time. He was not at home during school and he was not at home during holidays either."
As the two were talking, they heard Shi Lan and Shi's father talking in the yard. It seemed that they had just returned.
"Brother Lin!" Shi Lan walked into the room and greeted Lin Weimin.
"Well. What did you do today?" Lin Weimin asked.
"I went to attend the reading club organized by our classmates."
Speaking of this topic, Shi Lan was a little excited and said to Shi Tiesheng: "Brother, thanks to you for explaining Brother Lin's novel "Chasing the Murderer" to me. Today, I went to a reading club and someone recited a passage from it. Everyone said that they couldn't understand this novel."
Shi Lan said this with a bright smile on her face, with a hint of pride.
Shi Tiesheng said: "The novel "Chasing the Murderer" is indeed not easy to understand, but if you calm down and read it a few times, it is not difficult to understand."
Shi Tiesheng sits in a wheelchair all day. Apart from writing, he mostly thinks. Calming down is a daily routine for him, but it is not an easy thing for many young people with distracted minds.
"Why isn't it difficult?" Shi Lan complained to Lin Weimin again: "Brother Lin, why is your novel so difficult to understand?"
Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It's not hard to understand. It's very important to calm down and read. More importantly, you have to have a picture in your mind."
"Visual sense?" Shi Lan looked puzzled.
Lin Weimin patiently explained: "The meaning represented by words is abstract. In comparison, it is easier for people to understand pictures. Therefore, when reading literary works, the most convenient way to understand is to visualize abstract words into pictures."
Shi Lan nodded seriously after listening to it, "Then I will try your method next time."
Lin Weimin chuckled and said, "You can try, but this ability is more innate."
Shi Lan said coquettishly: "Brother Lin, are you saying that I'm stupid?"
"He's not saying you're stupid, he's saying he's smart!" Shi Tiesheng said with a smile.
Shi Lan wrinkled her nose and said angrily: "You are so narcissistic!"
The two grown men laughed out loud.
Second update, that’s all for today.
I was going to ask for monthly votes at the end of the month so that I could update more, but I haven't felt it very good these past two days. Some parts could obviously be written better.
I need to spend a few days organizing the outline and materials, so for the next few days I will temporarily update twice a day to guarantee a minimum of 6,000. Once I recover a bit, I will go up to 10,000 a day.
(End of this chapter)
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