Generation Z Artists

Chapter 46 That day, Fang Xinghe drove a big truck...

The next day, before Wang Tong left, the manuscript he faxed back was published in the Xinmin Daily.

Fang Xinghe: I am a dictator

The social section had a front-page headline with a photo, and the article "The Added Value of Reading" was also placed on the literature section.

The already high fever was further fueled, burning half the sky.

How to describe that kind of clamor?
It's hard to describe it exactly, but the more people who cursed him became, the more those who supported him applauded.

The two sides came into close combat and became really angry.

After seeing this, Father Wan said to his daughter lovingly, "You keep asking me what kind of person Fang Xinghe is. Look, now he has given the answer himself."

Wan Baoer felt that this kind of Fang Xinghe was the most in line with her imagination, and she was very proud of it, but she insisted: "Fang Xinghe doesn't care what others think of him! I don't care either!"

Well, it's a bit like following the will of Allah...

Then, when a classmate deliberately said that "Fang Xinghe's writing is not as good as Han Han's and his appearance is not as good as Lu Yi's", she immediately teamed up with her good friend to have a fight with the other party.

Fang Xinghe really doesn't care, but Fang's fans really care.

Cute~~~
……

Wang Yali suddenly threw down the newspaper and slammed the table: "Dictator? You are asking nonsense and writing nonsense!"

He turned around and called Zhao Chunhua, but the call was rejected.

……

Zhao Chunhua rushed into the office area and started to give orders in a loud voice: "Don't focus on Xinmin Daily, it is not in direct competition with us! Dig deep into "Added Value" immediately. Don't take the perspective of a dictator. Write about his loyalty to his friends and the softness and warmth in his heart!"

Good job!
Chunhua, you understand traffic.

……

When Feng Yuanzheng went to work at the theater, he would smile and bow to everyone he met, showing the Xinmin Daily tucked under his arm, but he would never mention Fang Xinghe on his own initiative.

My good friends, please be more self-aware.

He Qiao, who was the most sensible, was very supportive: "Oh, I was just looking for the Xinmin Daily. Old Feng, how about your student's new article? Is it interesting?"

Feng Yuanzheng became alert for a moment and immediately took out the newspaper and stuffed it into his hand, but he was frowning and shaking his head.

"This one is just so-so, a little too wild, I personally don't like it very much..."

Wang Gang and Song Dandan were about to come over, but they were speechless when they heard what he said. They pointed at him twice with their fingers, turned around and slipped away.

Want to show off to us?
Oh, I won’t give you a chance!

……

Chen Danya went to her brother and asked for a calligraphy piece: A gentleman should be cautious when alone. But after thinking about it, she put the calligraphy aside and did not intend to send it over so rashly.

Of course, hoping that he will become a gentleman is the best expectation, but the question is, what if the 14-year-old boy himself does not want to be a gentleman?
Let's wait a little longer.

……

On the other side, Yu Hua and Liu Zhenyun went to visit Shi Tiesheng together. When the three brothers were chatting, they naturally and inevitably talked about Fang Xinghe. Shi Tiesheng and Liu Zhenyun asked, and he answered.

Shi Tiesheng: "Is Fang Xinghe easy to deal with?"

Yu Hua shook his head vigorously: "No, no, it stings!"

Liu Zhenyun: "Why, are you afraid of someone sometimes?"

Yu Hua shook his head again: "It's not that we are scared, but the kids clearly don't want to play with us."

The two became more curious: "How did you know?"

"We belong to Confucianism, and he wants to belong to Taoism."

Yu Hua repeated to them the casual conversation at the drinking party that day, and Fang Xinghe's words were almost correct.

Look, in fact, Sloppy Puppy is also a person with a clear mind. He can see everything, but this still does not affect his continued appreciation of Fang Xinghe.

Shi Tiesheng and Liu Zhenyun were silent for a long time, and finally both sighed.

"A dictator..."

“It’s great to be young, sober, free and easy, wild and crazy!”

Yu Hua's face was filled with annoyance: "Chunchun is a little liar. The more I think about drinking, the more I feel something is wrong. Damn it, I was scared by him that day!"

"That's normal. You're not much braver than a mouse."

After laughing, Liu Zhenyun said casually: "Our Liu Yulin also likes Fang Xinghe. If he plans to publish a book, please help me get a copy. In return, I can write a preface for him."

Yu Hua pointed at him and laughed. Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing too. The abacus beads were about to hit his face. He should laugh.

Liu Zhenyun was not annoyed and tried to defend himself: "I was just curious and wanted to know what a special young man like him would write. I didn't mean anything else."

"Okay, I believe it. Tiesheng, do you believe it?"

Shi Tiesheng did not agree with him, but sighed: "Is it not just Zhenyun who is curious? I am curious too. That kid is really outrageous. Just watching the interview makes me feel that he is outrageous."

"Illiterate, do you want to say heresy?"

"No, it's just outrageous."

Shi Tiesheng explained earnestly: "There are heretics in every era, but they are always within the same framework, and we can roughly judge where they come from and where they are going.

Take Wang Shuo for example. Isn’t he quite unorthodox? Actually, he is also very easy to understand.

But Fang Xinghe is different. When I look at him, he seems awkward in every way. How can a 14-year-old child be like this?

I don’t know how to describe it, so I’ll just generalize it as outrageous.”

"Damn! You're really good at summarizing!"

Yu Hua let out a strange cry and raised his little finger.

Liu Zhenyun, however, became serious and talked about his personal feelings very sincerely.

"I read all his interviews. Through those articles and interviews, Fang Xinghe has successfully established a fully mature literary image, but that image is too different, and there is an indescribable separation from his external image - he is still a child physically, but spiritually self-sufficient, contradictory and abrupt, deep and heavy.

So I think Wang Meng and Mr. Ba Jin’s expectations are justified, and the children are really worth looking forward to.”

“Maybe this is genius…”

Yu Hua had just finished expressing his feelings when he turned around and saw Shi Tiesheng and Liu Zhenyun staring at him eagerly.

"So... read the manuscript in advance?"

"To write a preface?"

"You two are making wishes to me?" Yu Hua was so scared that he waved his hands hastily, "I may not even be able to see it. Children are not friends!"

"We can become friends!"

Liu Zhenyun looked disapproving, while Shi Tiesheng seemed to be thinking: "He seems to be under a lot of pressure now? Why don't you give some effort and give him a hand..."

Yu Hua's eyes widened in astonishment: "You two want to see other people's drafts and instigate me to go out and fight?!"

Shi Tiesheng said confidently: "Then why don't you move me to the front of the goal to guard it?"

Lao Tie's legs have been paralyzed for many years and he can only sit in a wheelchair, but he was pushed onto the football field by Yu Hua, that bastard, and forced to guard the goal with his face. Such a huge football whizzed past his head that he almost jumped up in fright.

When this matter was mentioned, Liu Zhenyun burst into laughter, so Yu Hua rolled his eyes and pushed him out.

"Anyway, I won't do it. Zhenyun is the most curious, so let him do it."

Liu Zhenyun was a bit of a sultry person who didn't want to offend anyone, so he immediately refused: "Forget it, I'm not that curious."

The three middle-aged kids talked nonsense without any purpose, but in the end they didn't come up with anything and just wasted their time talking.

But they saw through it very clearly.

Liu Zhenyun asserted: "Fang Xinghe's words about human blood steamed buns are too offensive. There must be a lot of people who hate him now."

Shi Tiesheng echoed: "Those who criticize the layoff policy and advocate quality education are the same group of people. Their main job is to stir up trouble, and their side job is to curse. Normal people don't have the energy to waste with them. The children don't know the severity of the situation. They slap people left and right. They will have a lot of trouble in the future."

Yu Hua was surprisingly calm: "The media blamed them for causing such chaos, it's time for someone to punish them."

Liu Zhenyun and Shi Tiesheng were stunned.

"Wait, who rules who?"

"You're saying the opposite, right? I don't know how Fang Xinghe is going to survive."

Yu Hua held a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands on his waist and said smugly, "Tsk, what are you waiting for? You guys really underestimate Fang Xinghe."

Liu Zhenyun immediately realized that there was something fishy going on and perked up: "What's going on? Is there any inside information?"

Shi Tiesheng sniffed, took a deep breath of the secondhand smoke, then held out his hand greedily: "I'll have one with you, you tell me slowly..."

Snapped!
"Go away, what are you smoking?"

Yu Hua opened his old friend's hand and then revealed some truth to them.

"What you have seen is Fang Xinghe as described by the media. So you two, like the readers outside, think that he has potential and talent, but that's all for now and doesn't deserve more attention. We judges are different. We see more.

Let me ask you two a question. From the perspective of the works alone, how would you rank Fang Xinghe's articles and interviews?"

Liu Zhenyun pondered for a moment and said slowly: "In my opinion, "Small Town Test-taker" is the first, "Knowing but Not Following" is the second, and "Reading" is the third, but it is also higher than Xiao Han's "Seeing People in a Cup". The idea and pattern win a lot."

Shi Tiesheng added: "In interviews, "I Have Fights with Fate" is the most powerful, "Uncertain World" is the most arrogant, and "The Tyrant" is the most unrestrained."

Yu Hua chuckled.

“You can rank the published works in any order, but in our hearts, he has two more articles that are even more amazing!
An article called "Fuck Your Youth", it's so wild that you won't believe it.

One is called "Sex, Violence, and Lies", which is definitely the number one in my heart.

So you see, normal contestants only have one judge’s comment, Han Han has two, but Fang Xinghe has seven—the seven of them sent it out. In fact, there were more than seven people who wrote comments, but some people felt that the writing was not good enough and gave up. "

"what?!"

Stunned, stunned.

"Really, it's that exaggerated!"

Yu Hua spread his hands and contributed an emoticon package with his head tilted, which showed "I'm also speechless".

"When we first read the manuscript, we concluded that Ding Yan was a genius, and then we thought Han Han was a genius. You can really tell that kind of genius at a glance. But when we saw Fang Xinghe later, we were all dumbfounded.

That is no longer spirituality. The level of his thinking is now far above all other young writers.

Do you know what he wrote in Sex, Violence, and Lies?

I made a copy and read it often after I got home. I even memorized some of the paragraphs.

He wrote: "The suppression or overflow of sexual needs has never been a moral issue, but an economic issue. Men and women become promiscuous after they get rich. Eunuchs who live a slightly better life would want to find a palace maid to eat with. It is a disease to imagine such trivial matters to be too sacred or too obscene. If you are sick, get treatment immediately."

On the contrary, giving birth but not raising children is not an economic issue, but the liberation of the dark side of human nature after neoliberalism has been abused without any bottom line.

This liberation not only destroyed the already precarious moral bottom line of some humanoid creatures, but also built a new firewall in their self-consciousness - how can responsibility be as important as freedom?
In the magic paradigm where freedom is above all else, all the good things in the world can be repriced.

How do I decide? I decide based on my own opinion, depending on my mood.

This matter doesn't sound that bad, and there seems to be room for discretion.

But the really scary thing is that this firewall only blocks others and not themselves, and they will only become more and more crazy.

Then you will gradually discover that what they desire is never spiritual freedom, but the wanton demands from the outside, the arrogance of "I can do it but you can't say it", and the hegemony of "those who benefit me can do it once or twice, and those who harm me are guilty of a crime".

Freedom is like a cesspool, anything can be dumped into it.

In essence, this means not to force your face.

But they will find many reasons to beautify this. If it is decent enough, it is called a lie, and if it is not decent enough, it is violence...'

……

Listen to this, what does a genius mean?!
Why do you think Wang Mengyi, Ning Ye, three vice-chairmen of the Writers Association, and Wu Zhipan from Peking University and Chen Sihe, a number of top professors from Fudan University, have not spoken out until now?
They are all holding it in there!

Indeed, there is no love without reason in the world, but for Fang Xinghe, there are more than one or two people who are willing to help him despite this pressure.

If it weren't for the fact that the little boy was indifferent to Confucianism, someone would have stepped forward long ago.

So don't worry about it. Not to mention that he has the ability to win a large group of games with his scolding, even if we need help, we may not be able to get a spot if we want to.

If you want to join in the fun, just play along, if you don’t want to move, just watch the show. Nothing will go wrong with him.”

"hiss……"

Shi Tiesheng and Liu Zhenyun looked at each other, and for a moment they lost all ability to express themselves.

It's outrageous, and it's getting more and more outrageous.

But this result is surprisingly logically correct.

As top writers, they understand very well the value of those insults.

Let’s just say that any top writer who writes this kind of sentence can use it to support the core of an award-winning work.

This kind of profound insight, this kind of return to the essence of the essence that is connected from top to bottom, this kind of criticism of the unbridled spread of neoliberalism, and this kind of fantastic connection of elements are almost an interpretation of the level of being passed down from generation to generation.

What is most troubling is another contradiction:

If a top writer of the same generation wrote this kind of text, then well, you are awesome, I give you a thumbs up, is that enough?

After I got home, I still kept on nagging with my wife about what you wrote poorly, then spread out the paper and vowed to write an even better one to kill you.

Hey, you know what, once inspiration comes, it may not be impossible to write.

But when these words come from a 14-year-old boy...

Damn, this is a huge problem!

If I criticize, I can't bring myself to do it, and I can't find fault with children.

Even if you praise it highly, you will feel uncomfortable because it is not the kind of thing that can be brushed off by a condescending comment like "the young are formidable". You should either keep silent or if you do speak you have to give enough praise, otherwise it will appear that you are blind and of low level.

So it’s better to just shut up, stay away from it, and pretend you didn’t see it.

But then again, you can keep silent and lie to yourself outside, but you will still feel upset when you get home!

Damn, she's only 14 years old, does she still want us old people to live?!

"Depend on!!!"

Liu Zhenyun rubbed his face vigorously and muttered to himself: "This is really awesome..."

"This is getting more and more outrageous..."

Shi Tiesheng's eyes showed a strong sense of bewilderment, and he asked unconfidently: "Also, is it my illusion? How come Fang Xinghe's article "Sex" is so consistent with the current situation?"

"It is indeed true. As long as someone dares to move towards freedom of speech and individual will, Sex will definitely be a blow to the head."

"Wow, once this gets out, won't those demons and monsters go crazy?"

"He's crazy." Yu Hua nodded seriously. "Anyway, when we first saw him, almost no one dared to believe it. Li Qigang didn't even stay in his office and ran to the reception desk to watch over him for three days..."

Shi Tiesheng was puzzled: "Why didn't anyone mention it? I saw your comments were all quite restrained and general."

"We have discussed this matter."

Yu Hua explained: "Sex is not suitable for release, while Youth and Growing Up are written specifically for teenagers. If we praise him now, it may be difficult to convince the public, so we decided to hold back for the time being and wait until his long novel or collection of essays is released."

Liu Zhenyun suddenly discovered his blind spot and exclaimed, "Wait! Doesn't that mean that none of the people who are scolding Fang Xinghe now know that all of you judges are standing behind him?!"

"Uh-huh~ That's right!"

Yu Hua spread out his hands and laughed evilly, which was both obscene and cute.

Liu Zhenyun and Shi Tiesheng got goosebumps all over their bodies, and they gulped down the cold noodles with a hissing sound, feeling numb.

"Hey guys, are you guys good or bad?!"

Yu Hua was not willing to take the blame, and spread his hands innocently: "What are you talking about! Did I ask them to chase Fang Xinghe and scold him? It's all their own fault~~~"

The two thought about it and agreed, so they put aside their unnecessary worries and started looking forward to it with Yu Hua.

"Well, these idiots have hit a wall. How unlucky they are..."

"Deserve it!"

Shi Tiesheng pushed the wheelchair to the window, Yu Hua stood beside her with her hands behind her back, and Liu Zhenyun automatically aligned himself with his hands folded across his chest. The three of them lined up in a row like a mobile phone signal.

The grass and trees in the courtyard were thick, and the corners that never got sunlight were also covered with unknown weeds and flowers.

“So full of life…”

"Ah."

“We are all old…”

"You do, I don't."

"Lao Yu."

"Ok?"

"When will Fang Xinghe publish a new book?"

"You ask me? I'm more anxious than you, right? Damn, it makes me itchy just thinking about it."

"Same, I want to see it."

The three brothers, who shared the same interests, scratched their heads and wished that day could come quickly.

It would be a sunny day with a gentle breeze. Fang Xinghe would drive a heavy truck, step on the accelerator hard, and rush through the ruins of civilization, smashing all the monsters on the road into pieces...

This is to announce his official arrival.

(End of this chapter)