A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 244 The most popular writer! The writer who is least like a writer! The young creator who appeared on CCTV news!
The president is the face of a country.

Because of the influence of a book, the president actually knelt down and apologized to the citizen readers in public in front of the media?
Looking at the entire literary world, this kind of thing is quite rare.

Song Shiqing stared at the news on his phone in disbelief and found that almost all domestic media were competing to report on this case:
"As public demonstrations intensified, the South Korean National Assembly officially announced at 6 p.m. that the 'Chemical Castration Bill' would be put on the agenda. The implementation of this bill will help deter criminals and protect the lives and growth safety of children."

"Three million citizens in Ansan City jointly protested and demanded that the criminal Cho Doo-soon be deported. The South Korean court has officially started the process of restarting the trial of the criminal Cho Doo-soon."

"South Korean President Lee Kyung-min wept and knelt on the ground begging for the understanding of the citizens, hoping that the citizens would give the government more time."

"According to Hanji Publishing House, the sales of the physical book of "Hope" exceeded three million copies in two weeks. Chinese writer Jiang Hai has become the most conscientious foreign writer in the eyes of the Korean people. The reputation and influence of writer Jiang Hai has grown rapidly among Korean college students."

Rumors have always been outrageous.

At first, the headline of the Korean media report was:

[South Korean President Lee Kyung-min expressed condolences to the victims of the original case of "Sowon" disclosed by writer Jiang Hai and all citizens and readers due to the government's negligence and inaction. ]

Gradually, the headlines of media reports began to evolve into:
【South Korean President Lee Kyung-min, unable to bear the criticism from the public, kowtowed to the readers of "Hope" to repent.】

Then, in order to make the news more interesting and explosive, the domestic media directly tampered with the Korean media's news report into:
[South Korean President Lee Kyung-min knelt down to apologize to writer Jiang Hai due to excessive regret.]

In the past, when the Internet was not yet popular, the three elements of news were generally written in textbooks:

Authenticity.

Timeliness.

accuracy.

Now, in the era of widespread Internet access, the three simple elements of news have gradually evolved into:

graft.

Made up.

break off both ends.

Yes, at first glance, the news report "South Korean President Lee Kyung-min kneeled down to writer Jiang Hai" is indeed outrageous, but
It can’t be stopped because of the large amount of information and wide channels it spreads!
When a media outlet reports this news, you scoff:
"How can this be?"

"It's so outrageous, you can't treat people like fools for fun"

When the two media outlets reported the same thing, you gradually realized that something was wrong:

"It's not okay for a media outlet to spread rumors."

“Both media outlets are spreading rumors together?”

When three, four, five or more media outlets report this case at the same time, all your doubts will be dispelled in an instant:
"No buddy, are you serious???"

"The South Korean president actually knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Hai???"

The truth may be exaggerated.

However, this also indirectly highlights Jiang Hai's influence in South Korea.

Whether you want to admit it or not.

Regardless of whether the facts are exaggerated or not.

In short, Jiang Hai's new work "Hope" has set off a revolution in South Korea that is almost subverting the entire society.

"Jiang Hai, you're on TV."

The time when the news broadcast starts.

A crowded night market.

At the midnight snack stall.

On the news channel, the anchor was reporting on the protests that took place at the Blue House:
"Recently, the new realistic work "Hope" written by our writer Jiang Hai has received an extremely strong response in South Korea. Tens of thousands of people took to the streets and walked to the Blue House to show their support for the disadvantaged groups."

The daily news broadcast lasts a total of thirty minutes.

But just reporting on the sensation caused by Jiang Hai's new work "Hope" in South Korea took a full five minutes to broadcast.

Objectively speaking, whether it is the previous "The Crucible" or the current "Hope", either of these two books has played an extremely critical role in accelerating the legalization process in South Korea.

The fact that Chinese writers can create such a huge sensation abroad can be considered a form of cultural export.

This kind of thing is indeed worth reporting.
"Brother Hai, is that you on TV?" The fat man looked at the news on TV with a very wise look.

He stared at the TV for a long time, then turned around and looked at Jiang Hai with confused and stupid eyes:
“Why do I feel like it’s nothing like that?”

It’s hard to imagine that there would be someone around me who would appear on CCTV?

They are buddies who usually make jokes and interrupt each other.

When you are reading, I am also reading.

When you play games, I play games with you.

How to fight
You were interviewed on the news and suddenly became a household name writer.

but me
All he can do is guide the catheter and play games in the dorm?

Do you have to be so inhuman?

What on earth is wrong with this world???
“I can’t accept this.”

It's not just the fat guy who can't accept it. As the leading figures in China's youth literary world, Yan Ruyu from Peking University, Song Shiqing from Tsinghua University, and Yu Qingya from Beijing Normal University are present.
There was a hint of solemnity in their eyes when they looked at Jiang Hai.

Even though everyone knew that there was a gap between them and Jiang Hai, they had never expected that the gap between them and Jiang Hai would grow silently.
It has actually grown to this extent?

Jiang Hai is like the first group of people to come out of the examination room during a final exam, carefree and nonchalant.

You watched him come out of the examination room and subconsciously asked him:
"How did you do on the exam?"

"I feel that the questions this time are extremely difficult. I think I will fail the exam again."

At this time, he will show an expression of deep approval and agree with what you said:
"The test questions this time were really difficult and I didn't do well on them."

Wait until the results come out.

You hold the test paper with 45 points, look at Jiang Hai's test paper with 98 points, and immediately start to doubt your life:
"Didn't you say it was difficult???"

"It's so hard for you to get 98???"

Facing your question, Jiang Hai will look at you with a very puzzled look:

"I got two points out of a full 100, so I only got 98 points."

"This kind of test paper, isn't it difficult?"

It was based on the reports on the news broadcast that customers who were still drinking beer and eating supper around the night market began to discuss it.

"What a shame! It's really a shame! The South Korean president has knelt before the Chinese people. Jiang Hai is really awesome."

"Young and promising! I heard that Jiang Hai is only in his early twenties? In his early twenties, he has already achieved such an achievement? His future prospects must be limitless."

"My family, I have a classmate who is studying in South Korea. I think it's Yonsei University! Yes, that's the name. I heard from my classmates that because of Jiang Hai, there are many students studying literature in their school who want to study in China. Now there are already many students in the class who have applied to study in China. Even she herself wants to come back."

"When we were studying before, we tried every possible way to go abroad; now when we are studying, we try every possible way to come back from abroad? Times have really changed."

I'm standing in front of you, how do you think I look like before?

The people standing next to Jiang Hai.
Or jealousy.

Or hesitate.

Or curious. They all looked at Jiang Hai with a very strange look, as if they wanted to see through his soul.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Jiang Hai suddenly felt helpless and spread his hands to defend himself, "I don't have any words on my face, there's no need to look at me with such strange eyes, I'm just lucky, it's just a fluke"

It showed up, lucky guy!
Song Shiqing was not a jealous person, but for some reason, looking at Jiang Hai's simple and innocent eyes, he couldn't help but want to complain:

"When you wrote No Longer Human, you said it was a fluke, and I believed you."

"Later, when you wrote 'Xu Sanguan Selling Blood' and said it was just luck, I believed you."

"Later, you not only wrote The Crucible, but also wrote a book like this one, Sowon."

At this point, Song Shiqing looked at Yu Qingya from Beijing Normal University:

"Do you believe he was lucky or do you believe I am Qin Shi Huang?"

Once, it could be accidental.

Twice, could be a coincidence.

But if it happens three times, four times, five times, and six times,
This cannot be summed up by the word "luck".

"Compared to this, I want to know more." Yan Ruyu looked at Jiang Hai beside her and changed the subject in time. There was an unusual flicker in her eyes when she looked at Jiang Hai. "Didn't you say you would treat us to a meal?"

"Where are we going now? Is there any place for a gathering nearby?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hai turned sideways and gave up the spicy hot pot roadside stall behind him:
"Isn't this already here?"

Since ancient times, when scholars gather together, they always pay attention to the pomp and circumstance.

Since ancient times, the more talented and capable the scholars were, the more particular they were about the location of their literary gatherings.

First of all, the venue for the dinner must be elegant.

Not to mention the thirty-six pavilions and towers, it must at least be a beautiful private residence of some wealthy family.

Secondly, the environment must be good.

Only by enjoying the mountains and water, and admiring the scenery and the moon, can one feel in a soothing mood.

Accompanied by the beautiful scenery, in this free and easy mood, and then start.
Tossing pot.

Recite poetry.

Right.

Sing to wine.

Such a life is so happy!

Whether it is Yan Ruyu, Song Shiqing, or Yu Qingya, any one of them is a masterpiece of today's young literary world.

A well-known figure!

Song Shiqing, a leader in the young literary world, is recognized by the outside world as the writer with the greatest hope of winning the next Mao Dun Literature Prize.

Yan Ruyu is a talented woman rarely seen in decades and the hope for the revival of Peking University's literary world.

Yu Qingya is a poet of the graceful and elegant style of the Song Dynasty. He is a calligrapher and has a good hand in writing poetry.
No one could have imagined that these few talented men and women, who are recognized by the outside world and are also young talents who will surely become literary masters in the future, would actually...
Will Jiang Hai drag me to eat at a roadside stall? ? ?

Will Jiang Hai invite me to eat spicy hot pot?

Night market, noisy roadside.

Everyone gathered around a small table, staring at the food in front of them in a daze.

"What are you all standing there for? Eat quickly!" Seeing everyone stunned, Jiang Hai immediately picked up the beer glass on the table and clinked glasses with Song Shiqing, "You guys can drink whatever you want, I'll drink it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hai picked up the beer bottle, tilted his head back and started pouring the beer into his throat.

He demonstrated to everyone on the spot what bottle blowing is.

Gudong~
Gudong~
Gudong~
To be honest, whether it is Yan Ruyu or Yu Qingya, they are intellectuals who were born in scholarly families.
It's really rare to come to such a place.

The word "less" is not quite accurate. In Yu Qingya's words.
She really had never been here.

As for spicy hot pot, which looks like it will give you diarrhea if you eat it?
That is even more unthinkable.

Obviously, the sight of Jiang Hai blowing the bottle while standing on the plastic stool left a very deep impression on her.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Jiang Hai with an extremely unbelievable look:

"You are normal."

“Is this how everyone drinks???”

Jiang Hai's name is not only widely known among various colleges and universities, but also in the entire Chinese literary world.
It has already become well-known.

Before meeting Jiang Hai, through Jiang Hai's works, Yu Qingya always thought that Jiang Hai was a proletarian revolutionary fighter with very profound thoughts, a very cold attitude, and his own unique insights on everything.

After all, a writer who can be hailed as a "pioneer of pioneering nonfiction literature" is definitely not an exaggeration in any way. He deserves every adjective used to express praise in the world.
But who would have thought that when I met Jiang Hai today, I would see with my own eyes the moment when Jiang Hai blows the bottle into his lips.

Yu Qingya's filter for Jiang Hai was directly shattered.

It is really hard to connect the man in front of you, standing on a plastic stool, pouring wine into his throat and blowing the bottle, with the literary writer who is rumored to be the "pioneer of avant-garde documentary literature" and the "great fighter of the proletariat."
This situation is like -

You think your online love partner is a top-notch beauty who is 170cm tall, has fair skin, beautiful looks and long legs.

But when you meet in the hotel, you suddenly realize that the 170cm she mentioned is not her height, but her weight.
Jiang Hai's casual look frightened Yu Qingya:
"Will this happen?"

“A bit too rough???”

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, Yan Ruyu was still shocked by Jiang Hai's rough appearance:
"Drink slowly."

"Drink slowly."

"Don't choke. Don't drink so quickly. No one will snatch it from you."

Jiang Hai blew away a bottle of cold beer in seven or eight gulps.

On a hot summer night, having a bottle of iced Snow Beer can instantly dissipate the heat in your body with the cool feeling that bursts from the inside out.

This feeling made Jiang Hai involuntarily let out a long sigh of relief:

"shuang"

After blowing the bottle, Jiang Hai looked at the people around him.

That's when I discovered it.

Whether it was Yan Ruyu, Song Shiqing, or the talented Yu Qingya I just met this afternoon.
They were all staring at him with extremely surprised eyes.

Jiang Hai suddenly felt puzzled:

"Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes again?"

"Uh..." After a moment of silence, Yu Qingya came back to her senses and slowly uttered a sentence, "I just think, Mr. Jiang Hai, you seem..."

“It’s not what I thought.”

How could I not know what these people were thinking?
Jiang Hai reluctantly put down the beer bottle and uttered a very classic sentence:

"Then I'll go?"

(End of this chapter)