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    Qing Yunfei disagreed, "What I want is this kind of embellishment effect, written plainly and according to the real history, who will read it!"

    Chu Lihua said that she couldn't get ahead anymore, so she had to change the subject, "No wonder someone said that after reading "Journey to the West", they will be old and useless. Yao Livas, can you judge it from the perspective of a professional author?"

    Yao Liwasi said, "The prototype of Journey to the West came from Indian mythology, not Wu Chengen's own idea. The plot of the demons is the same every time, more like a collection of short stories. Put the black wind monster behind the yellow robe monster.  No way? So the structure of "Journey to the West" is relatively scattered."

    ——"Huh? Okay! I still want to start my creative journey with the four great classics as worship."

    Yaoliwas chuckled, "It's okay! Now when writing a novel, the goal is the number of readers, and if you can make money, you are the king. As for the rest, just leave it to others to comment."

    Chu Lihua nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, it makes sense. Then all the novels you recommended just now are foreign literature, can you tell us about a foreign language you read and thank you in the future?

    Hehe, to be honest, I also read "Jane Eyre" and "La Traviata", and I was moved by the love story of the heroine described in it. As for the others, to be honest, I really didn't gain anything.

    I was a junior high school student when I read it, and I didn't have much insight.  "

    "Okay, then let me talk about foreign classics," Yao Livas said after thinking for a while, "among foreign classics, my favorite is Stendhal's "Red and Black".

    When I read it for the first time in middle school, I was fascinated by the "red" passion road of the protagonist Julien and the love-hate entanglement with Martel;  gradually faded.

    After that, what I repeatedly thought of was the gentleness of Mrs. de Renal in the small town.  At that time, I suddenly discovered that the gentleness of the small town is more attractive and healing.  Of course, this is probably only after going through ups and downs.

    Fortunately, I acquired this perception in advance by reading the story.  Knowing this feeling, I will still step into the "red" road of my life, but maybe I can leave a seed in my heart and write it into my novel, but I will not go to the bloody situation like Julien.

    In the novel, there is another memorable scene.  That is, before Julien left the small town, he rested in a cave. At that time, he could have helped his friend's wood factory and chose a more stable life.

    In the cave, Julien was full of thoughts.  When he made the decision to walk out of the cave, he was full of ambition, and all the scenery in front of him became vivid and warm.

    This is a bifurcation point in life. Whenever I face a choice, I always think of this paragraph.

    On the one hand, "Red and Black" depicts the contradictory reality of the society at that time, and has a big picture; on the other hand, it far surpasses contemporary novels in excavating the characters' psychology, which makes the novel "turn inward".  Stendhal is also known as the "father of modern fiction".

    Looking back at this work at different stages of life, you will have different feelings.  I hope I can take into account the "red" passion and the gentleness of the small town. For me personally, this is a very important suspended contradiction.

    In China, where urbanization is accelerating and talent circulation is accelerating, this contradiction exists in many people's hearts.

    How to face the hometown that can't go back?  "

    The word "hometown" deeply hurt Chu Lihua's heart.

    What is hometown?  There are too many literary works that miss her hometown in the history of literature, but even the ones she learned in school, Chu Lihua doesn't have much emotion.

    The mountains and rivers of the hometown, the clouds of the hometown, the sophistication of the people of the hometown, the original scenery of the hometown; all of them have not left deep traces in Chu Lihua's heart.

    I don't know if it's the deliberate forgetting of painful memories, or if I really don't have much thought about it.

    What is the definition of hometown?  Is it where you grew up?

    Well, there is really nothing to miss.

    However, Yao Livas was able to read Stendhal's "Red and Black" with so many emotions, which really made Chu Lihua feel ashamed.

    Her own reading seems to be at the level of the story. As for the description of the historical environment, the description of the character's heart and character, she is all rough; the purpose of continuing to read is to know what the ending is.

    Thinking about it now, I was as superficial as a primary school student, but at the time I complained that foreigners’ literature was too long-winded; the Chinese could write a good plot in one sentence, but he was able to describe it in a long paragraph, or even several chapters.

    Chu Lihua, who was intoxicated in her own world, did not notice that everyone was discussing her views and thoughts on Ah's novel enthusiastically.

    theLanzhi looked at this group of special people who had forgotten themselves, as if her inner passion had been ignited.

    However, they said that she hadn't read any of the titles of those books, and there was nothing wrong with the saying that people should read more.

    Qing Yunfei and Meng Xianxiang were also discussing "Water Margin" intensely, but they didn't realize that Xiao Qi had quietly started to climb far away.

    Lanzhi smiled, quietly left the crowd and followed, "Xiao Qi, where are you going?"

    Xiao Qi glanced back at Lanzhi, and called softly, "Mom~Mom~"

    This melted Lan Zhi's heart, she immediately hugged Xiao Qi, "Xiao Qi, what did you call me just now?"

    Xiao Qi stared at her big eyes and turned around, seeming to understand what Lanzhi meant.

    ——"My God, why are you so cute! You are so rare!"

    Meng Xianxiang who walked over quietly at some point suddenly said, "You like Xiao Qi more and more now!"

    ——"Hey! Why are you walking silently? It scared me. Xiaoqi is so cute, of course I like her. I think, if I don't see her for a day now, I will miss her."

    Meng Xianxiang smiled slightly, "Then, would you like to add me?"

    ——"Are you talking about the baby's father?"

    Lanzhi said it casually, wishing to bite off her own tongue after finishing speaking, what kind of words are they talking about!

    ——"My mother, the wind is blowing."

    Meng Xianxiang gently covered Lanzhi's back with his warm coat, and then swept his hands forward, hugging Lanzhi and Xiaoqi in his arms, tilting his head down, and leaning on Lanzhi's head.

    Then, he freed up one hand and took a group photo.

    ——"Look, Lanzhi, does this look like a family portrait?"

    Lanzhi hadn't opened her mouth yet, she suddenly said "Oh", handed Xiao Qi to Meng Xianxiang with a rather ugly face, squatted aside and retched.

    Meng Xianxiang's radiant expression instantly cooled down, "Are you really that disgusting?"

    Holding Xiaoqi in his arms, Meng Xianxiang returned to the crowd lonely, pretending that he was very happy.

    Lanzhi vomited for a long time, but she didn't hear Meng Xianxiang's caring greeting. When she turned her head, the person disappeared.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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