Literary Master 1983

Chapter 113 How Similar They Are
This is a terrible statement, and it shatters the writer's dignity.

Liu Xinwu did many things well and was admired by many people. As a writer, he could be "the most promising young writer in China" - this was before Yu Qie emerged; as an editor, he could be gentle and patient.

He was really a generally good person, but he made a mistake in the matter of Yu Qie. A good person all his life, suddenly because of jealousy, ruined his life as an editor.

His works are still valuable, but from the editor's point of view, the more successful Yu Qie is, the more miserable Liu Xinwu is compared to failure. In his speech at the "Youth Gala", Liu Xinwu suddenly realized that Yu Qie's novels are outstanding, and he blinded his intuition.

But today's direct comparison finally made him unable to bear the pressure.

The Central Conservatory of Music's symphony orchestra is applauding Yu Che. Musicians praise writers who write music.

However, he is not a pure evil man without any heart or feelings. He still has some pursuit of literature. This kind of pain and torture makes him almost suffocate. He can't get air, so he can only choose to leave to escape for a short time.

Under the guidance of Wang Meng, Liu Xinwu also understands music. He is also trying to write a novel about music. After writing for more than half a year, his development is not as good as Yu Qie's one day.

What kind of heartbreaking thing is this?
The thing that was about to break completely shattered.

The musicians of the symphony orchestra applauded the writers and bid them farewell.

Hu Kun even chased Yu Qie outside the auditorium, hoping to get his autograph. His behavior led more people to imitate him. Other students from the Central Conservatory of Music heard that this was Yu Qie, who wrote "Letter from the Fiancée", "Big Scatter" and a series of novels, and they also came to Yu Qie to ask for his autograph.

Because Yu Qie's first monograph had not yet been published, they came with various magazines, mostly "October", but there were even people who came with "People's Literature".

"Teacher Yu Qie, please give me an autograph." said the students.

"I'm a student too." Yu Qie complained while signing.

Nowadays, writers do not just sign their names. If they are serious, they must also add a blessing, such as "There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean" and "Where there is a will, there is a way".

Yu Qi picked out the ones that he liked the most, wrote a few signatures, and then went home.

Fuck, why is there someone here with People’s Literature?
Is this issue the same one as the one with “Class Teacher”?
Yu Qi was also stunned, not because he felt sorry for others, but because he didn't want to go too far and make others think that he was killing people, although he really wanted to do so.

But the reader couldn't bear it any longer: "Sign this. It's not easy for me to meet you once..."

here?

This is not good.

Wang Meng's face turned pale. He couldn't do it, but the readers wanted him to do it.

The reader urged again: "Write it here. I have brought this today. Please write it here. I beg you."

“Yu Qie, please sign your name.” Wang Meng said, “You will be published in People’s Literature one day, so signing your name now is nothing.”

Although he had already made this decision, Liu Xinwu still felt disheartened when he heard Wang Meng say the same thing.

Yu Qie's name was written in People's Literature, just like a stamp of approval, a final word.

No. 52, Dongsiba Tiao, Editorial Department of People's Literature.

"I am not allowed to listen to music during this period!"

"This is a big deal!" Wang Meng didn't expect to hear something like this while listening to a concert. He felt guilty towards Liu Xinwu, who was his younger brother and had a lot of influence on his literary works.

Naturally, Liu Xinwu could no longer continue to work as an editor - the reason why Yu Qie could never publish in "People's Literature" was because of an incompetent editor.

Now it is meaningless for him to discover more authors. It is useless to go door to door or to Shanghai to solicit works... His discovery is fake and his efforts are in vain because he has done the worst thing.

As Yu Qie becomes more famous, this incident will make people laugh more and more, and will eventually affect People's Literature itself.

Even Wang Meng herself would persuade Liu Xinwu to quit.

However, Wang Meng still hopes that his younger brother can shine as a writer. "There are relatively few people like Liu Xinwu and Yu Qie, but we can also write our own works without considering other people's opinions. Literature is not the literature of one person."

Liu Xinwu had nothing to say, he was in a trance.

Got it!
I'm so confused. My little brother, why did you come here to listen to music?
After pouring water, smoking and chatting, Liu Xinwu began to be able to communicate.

"Editor-in-Chief Wang, where should I go next?" Liu Xinwu said.

"After all, you came from People's Literature, so it's easy for you to find a good employer. You can go to China Youth like Feng Jicai."

If Wang Meng knew where Yu Qie lived, she would definitely change the place, because the magazine publishing house was not far from Yu Qie's home.

But where can you escape to?
Liu Xinwu accepted the arrangement and went back to his home at night. He lived in an apartment building in a place called "Chuiyangliu" in Chaoyang. There was a snack stall downstairs, which displayed a large number of melon-shaped Guandong candies and sold them on bamboo sticks.

"How much for a bunch of Kanto candy?"

"Three cents a string."

I bought a bunch and started licking them.

Liu Xinwu fell into memories: People generally think he is from Chengdu, but he actually lived in Chongqing before he was eight years old. His father was a customs clerk, and his family lived on the south bank of the Yangtze River. He had to take a "customs boat" (a small motor boat) to go to work every day.

When he came to Yanjing, he, like Yu Qie, took a ferry out of his hometown.

It is precisely because it has reached this point that people start to compare everything, which ultimately leads to disaster.

Ugh.

After eating the Guandong candy, Liu Xinwu still kept the bamboo stick, but he didn't want to throw it away. He suddenly waved the bamboo stick, just like Yu Qie did before at the Central Conservatory of Music, but he could only wave it for himself.

He hummed the Violin Concerto in D Major that was played by the symphony orchestra, thinking, "If Yu Che had been discovered at that time, wouldn't he have been famous all over the world?" He also thought, "Is there a better ending to this novel? One day is certainly not as good as others' efforts, but what about a month or half a year?"

As the imagination went on for longer, he couldn't help crying.

Even if he spent a whole year, he still couldn't write it because he hadn't seen more things and didn't have that kind of thinking.

In this way, Liu Xinwu chose to leave People's Literature three years earlier than in history, so Wang Meng could not find the next successor to People's Literature to be the boss, and three years later, Yu Qie just graduated.

(End of this chapter)