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

Chapter 280: The hope of literary revival! The literary mudslide is worthy of its name! I am a ruin, how can the house collapse?
Looking at the current literary world——

Some people cannot be defamed. They have noble sentiments and admirable character. Even if you want to defame them, you cannot find any black spots on them.

Some people, however, cannot be cleansed. They may appear to be decent people on the surface, but secretly they may be doing some unimaginable dirty things.

Obviously, Jiang Hai belongs to the latter.

When hearing Jiang Hai personally admit what he had done, Qin Yiyue, a reporter from People's Daily, was shocked:

"You actually burned your classmate's butt with a cigarette butt?"

And facing the shock and surprise of others.

Jiang Hai’s main point is that he is not justified but still strong:
"What happened?"

There is a very strange phenomenon in university dormitories nowadays. If you throw 200 yuan on the table, the 200 yuan will still be lying on the table safely after one night. No one will touch it at all.
but!

Whenever you put half a pack of cigarettes on the table, just to go to the toilet, when you come out of the toilet with your pants lifted up, you will see the cigarette box on the table, but the cigarettes in the box are gone.

Every time Jiang Hai saw this scene, his mentality would collapse:
"Where the hell are my cigarettes?"

At this time, the fat man would turn around and look at Jiang Hai while smoking, his eyes full of innocence:
"I don't make it"

You don’t know where the cigarette in your hand came from?
You don't know, can you explain to me why my lighter is in your hand?

Facing Jiang Hai’s questioning.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then he pushed the lighter back to Jiang Hai's desk:

"You might not believe it."

"I don't know what happened. I was watching the live broadcast, and when I looked up, I found that your lighter seemed to have grown legs and it came into my hand out of nowhere."

Hear the fat man's explanation.

Jiang Hai was completely speechless:

"You are right. I really don't believe it."

If you want to be a gangster, you must abide by the code of conduct. We are all gangsters, so remember there are three things you must not do:

Seduce the sister-in-law, betray brothers, and steal people's lighters.

After sharing a dormitory for three years, Jiang Hai had 623 lighters stolen from him, including countless Bao Liqun.
Unbearable, no need to endure.

Finally, Jiang Hai aimed the remaining cigarette butt at the fat man's butt.
Without any reservation, after telling the story of what the fat man had done, Jiang Hai looked at the reporter Qin Yiyue in front of him:

"Just tell me, should this cigarette butt be burned?"

Is it rare to see an ordinary person like Jiang Hai?
To be precise, it is rare to see a literati as ordinary as Jiang Hai.

When other writers are interviewed, they try their best to show their good sides and display their noble sentiments as much as possible.

For example, in addition to writing, you can listen to music, practice calligraphy, and cultivate your chess skills.
But only this river and sea is like a clear stream in the writer's heart, no, to be more precise, it should be a mudslide!

It is hard to imagine that a writer who was awarded the Order of Arts and Letters by the French President would burn his classmates with cigarette butts in private.
Jiang Hai did not try to hide his feelings at all, and his main point was sincerity:
"So what? Can't I do that?"

"It's a handy thing."

Jiang Hai's attitude made Qin Yiyue, a reporter from the People's Daily, unsure and even a little embarrassed:
"Student Jiang Hai, no, Teacher Jiang Hai"

"Could you please use more polite words and a more tactful tone when introducing the interview?"

"It's really difficult for us to handle it if you accept interviews like this."

Difficult? Then don’t do it (crow flipping the table.jpg).

For Jiang Hai, character setting is something he has never considered. "I am already a ruin, so how can I be afraid of the collapse of the building?"
First of all, I haven't done anything harmful.

Secondly, who stipulates that writers must take the high-end route and must be elegant?
A true artist should come from the masses and go to the masses.
What's been done is done.

If you haven’t done it, you haven’t done it.

What's there to hide?
"Wouldn't it be better to be more sincere?" Jiang Hai thought for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Qin Yiyue in front of him with a sincere face, "In fact, I am not a very likable person, nor am I a person who is very good at hiding myself. I always believe that writers don't need to cater to the public, and there is no need to care about other people's thoughts. Writers should let their works speak for themselves."

People are people, books are books, why should we confuse the two?
Writers are not idols.

Readers will not start to chase your books, read your words, and experience the world you describe just because you are a great writer.
Writers should write well, do their own job well, and let their strength speak for themselves.

As for the rest?
That's not important at all.
"I don't care what others think of me. You can say I'm rude, you can say I'm vulgar, you can also call me crazy." Jiang Hai changed his previous frivolous look, his eyes were full of seriousness, "But, have you ever thought about..."

"If a writer does not focus on his or her own work, but only cares about other people's opinions and creates his or her own personality, then such a writer is..."

“Can he really write good works?”

In fact, the reason why the current literary world is in decline is that it is too restricted and bound. Most readers dare not show their true selves in front of the camera.

Thinking back to the literary world of the Republic of China, that era when talented people emerged in large numbers and stars gathered together——

Lu Xun and Liang Qiushi were glaring at each other on the street, and they looked like they were going to start a fight if they had a disagreement.

Zhang Ailing and Bing Xin looked down on each other, and Zhang Ailing openly expressed that she was ashamed to be in the company of Bing Xin.

Hu Shi and Yu Dafu did not hide their romantic history. Who in the literary world at that time did not know that Hu Shi liked to listen to music in brothels?
The writers at that time were much more vigorous than they are now.

Where is Jiang Hai now?

"I just smoked a little, drank a little, and spoke more frankly."

“Is this worthy of criticism?”

Mr. Lu Xun once said: "A true warrior dares to face the bleakness of life and the blood."

In front of the camera, Jiang Hai did not hide his true nature at all.

In response to reporters’ questions:

"Should I write the interview script like this when I go back?"

Jiang Hai answered directly:

"So what? You just go back and write the interview."

After saying that, Jiang Hai didn't want to stay any longer and walked straight towards the exit of the office.

Reporter Qin Yiyue quickly stopped him:

"Teacher Jiang Hai, wait a moment, I have one last question."

This time, Jiang Hai won the Prix Goncourt, and he was also awarded the Knight of the Order of Arts and Letters of France by the French President himself.

Since a Chinese writer has won an award in France, and it is such a prestigious award, we must interview him about some issues related to the literature of the two countries.

“What do you think is the biggest difference between Chinese and French writers?”

Hearing this interview.

Jiang Hai fell into deep thought for a long time.

Due to different national conditions, there are actually great differences in the subjects that writers from the two countries are good at.

For example, in modern times, China suffered from external invasions and domestic changes and turmoil. Therefore, most of the well-known modern writers mainly use realism to depict the broken reality, thereby awakening the conscience of the numb people and embarking on the path of resistance.

As a capitalist country, France was the biggest beneficiary of the First World War and the Second World War. They gained enormous wealth through the wars, improved the domestic economy, and allowed most of the people in the country to live a prosperous life. It was precisely because they no longer had to worry about their livelihoods that everyone began to pursue spiritual life.

Therefore, there emerged the romantic school represented by the writer Romain Rolland. The so-called romantic school is that writers express their passionate pursuit of an ideal world based on their subjective inner world, and enjoy future life with passionate language, magnificent imagination, and exaggerated textual expression.

It is precisely because of this literary trend that Paris has become a well-known romantic city.
However, even though the national conditions of the two countries are different, in Jiang Hai's opinion, these factors are not the biggest differences between the writers of the two countries.

After a while of silence.

It's like he figured something out.

Jiang Hai raised his head and looked at Qin Yiyue, a reporter from the People's Daily:

“I think the biggest difference between Chinese writers and French writers is——”

“Chinese writers write in Chinese, French writers write in French”

After saying this, Jiang Hai walked out of the office door without looking back.

Only the editors and reporters were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

After hearing Jiang Hai's answer, reporter Qin Yiyue and the editor looked at each other and were stunned:

“Is this still possible?”

Some people, after becoming famous, will perform everywhere and enjoy the feeling of being under the spotlight and the center of attention.

But some people, after becoming famous, still live their lives honestly.

There is absolutely no change from usual.

In a blink of an eye, another week has passed.

Although schools, newspapers, and media have all gone completely crazy recently because of Jiang Hai's winning of the Goncourt Prize.

Reports about this incident can be heard everywhere, on the streets, in the alleys, and on television.

But Jiang Hai's life was the same as usual, without any change at all. Actually, there would be some changes.

No matter where Jiang Hai goes, whether it is school or a film set.

Whenever Jiang Hai passed by, there would be people talking behind him:

"Is this the author who won the Prix Goncourt?"

More readers are asking him for his autograph.

More than a dozen newspapers asked him to write articles.

But all this still did not affect Jiang Hai's normal life. He still ate and drank as usual, regardless of the looks of others.

If we were to say what the biggest impact of winning the award was on Jiang Hai, it would be——

Now he can add rice noodles, meat and other ingredients to his breakfast as he likes, and he can also add an egg at the same time. If one is not enough, he can add two.

As for what is circulating outside.
The hope for the rise of Chinese literature.

The founder of confused literature.

Representative of contemporary writers.

Another young writer who has been recorded in literary history.

Jiang Hai didn't care about these honors and titles circulating in the outside world at all, and he didn't even take them to heart.

In Jiang Hai's words:
“I used to be a loser.”

"Now I'm a bit of a famous loser."

"The only difference between me and everyone else is that I have written two more books and learned two more words. Other than that, there is no other difference. So please don't look at me with that superior look."

On the set of "Dying to Survive", Jiang Hai was on the scene, supervising the crew's filming.

The actors are in place.

The lens is in place.

The director is in place.

Everything about the filming on the scene is proceeding slowly and in an orderly manner.

With the director's shout: "Action!"

Shooting, proceed as usual.

“Being sick without medicine is a natural disaster, and being unaffordable with medicine is a man-made disaster.”

"There is only one disease in this world: poverty. You can't cure this disease. You can't cure it."

"When I first got sick, my wife was only six months pregnant, and I wanted to die every day. Now I have medicine and money. If my son had had a baby earlier, I would have become a grandfather."

"The first time I saw him, I didn't want to die. I just wanted him to call me dad."

"They can't afford genuine medicines at all, so they're waiting for me to bring them back to save their lives."

"I will start selling medicine again from tomorrow, but I can only ensure that my former patients have medicine to take. Please keep quiet and understand me. I don't want to go to jail."

As Jiang Hai's first work after winning the Goncourt Prize and the French Order of Arts and Letters, although "Dying to Survive" is still in filming, because the screenwriter and literary producer of this film is Jiang Hai, although the film has not yet been released, and even the trailer has not yet been released
It has already attracted great attention from the outside world!

"A new play directed by Jiang Hai?"

"How awesome should this movie be?"

In addition to "Dying to Survive", the movie of the same name, written by Jiang Hai and adapted from his original novel "Hope", is also being filmed in South Korea in an orderly manner. Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Thanks to the title of "Prix Goncourt winner", these two films have sparked huge discussions in their respective countries before they were even released.

“First of all, both films are defined by their nature as realism.”

"Secondly, according to Jiang Hai's consistent writing style, these two movies will undoubtedly be tragedies."

Inside the set.

In a corner where no one cares.

A young man wrapped in a windbreaker and holding a lunch box was squatting on the ground and shoveling rice into his mouth.

If no one told us his identity, it would be hard to associate this young man who is carefree and eats in a rough manner with the famous winner of the Goncourt Prize.

In everyone's inherent impression, writers who are recognized by the Western literary world are not only elegant and graceful in appearance.

But at least.
He should also be a well-educated and well-mannered young man, right?
But the person in front of me.
It's really hard to associate him with the word 'dignified'.

It is hard to imagine that a scholar
How could he be so down-to-earth?
A director was curious. He walked over and squatted beside Jiang Hai, looking at him curiously:

"Teacher Jiang Hai, is this how you usually eat while squatting?"

A mouthful of rice, a mouthful of red meat.

A bite of rice, then another bite of braised beans.

Jiang Hai was eating with his mouth full of oil, but he didn't care about the curious looks from others:
"What happened?"

Who says that educated people can’t eat while squatting?

Who says that educated people must be superior to others?
There were so many staff members on the set who were so busy trying to catch up with the filming schedule that they couldn't even have a hot meal.
Having food to eat is good enough, why bother with all the fuss?
It is precisely based on Jiang Hai's leadership that the crew of "Dying to Survive" can be said to be star-studded, with big-name movie stars such as Zhang Songwen, Liu Tao, Wang Chuanjun and others participating.

But no one dared to openly act like a big shot on the set or to seek special treatment.
Even the director didn’t show up!

In the words of the crew:
"Teacher Jiang Hai eats the same food as us, and he doesn't care about showing off. So what qualifications do we have to care about showing off?"

Originally, there was a movie star who couldn't eat the boxed lunches provided by the crew during the filming.

I specially invited a few private chefs from outside.

Every time it’s time for dinner, let the private chef cook in the RV.

However, when Jiang Hai passed by the RV with a lunch box, he greeted the people in the RV cheerfully:
"Are you eating?"

The agent, realizing the seriousness of the matter, quickly removed the RV and replaced it with a private chef.

"Come out, come out quickly"

Imagine this scene -

Jiang Hai was squatting outside the RV eating a box lunch.

Artists, sitting in their RVs, cooking and enjoying delicious food.
This will be picked up by a gossipy editor, who will write a shocking headline:

[Shocking! A certain artist is even more famous than the Goncourt Prize winner. Well-known writers eat boxed lunches, while third-rate artists get special treatment]

If this kind of news gets out, will I still be able to stay in this circle?

Even so, Jiang Hai felt that it was nothing.

You eat your own food and I eat my boxed lunch; there is no conflict between the two.

But the entertainment industry is very particular about status.

Seniors are seniors.

The younger generation is the younger generation.

As a junior, if you are more ostentatious than your seniors, if this matter gets out, you will be condemned by everyone.
Thanks to Jiang Hai's presence, the usual situation of acting like a big shot on the set, or the disputes over ranking, simply did not exist.

The set was unusually harmonious.

I glanced at the time and it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

Without further ado, Jiang Hai threw the lunch box into the trash can, then greeted the director cheerfully:

"I have something to do at school, so I'll go back first."

In about twenty days, he will join a delegation of Chinese writers to visit the Louvre in France for cultural exchange.

By then, maybe I will have to go on stage and make a speech or something?

Jiang Hai must take advantage of this time to brush up on his knowledge of French literature so as to avoid the embarrassing situation of knowing nothing when asked.

So Jiang Hai's schedule was quite tight during this period.

"Editor Xingjiang, please go back first and come back tomorrow."

Looking at Jiang Hai’s departing back.

Not only the director, but also the staff on the scene were sighing:

"This Director Jiang is really easy-going."

"Great ability, but small temper?"

"If all current writers were like Mr. Jiang Hai, then the Chinese literary world would surely flourish."

(End of this chapter)