Zhang Ailing said it is too right, you should become famous as soon as possible.

Think about it, Lin Chaoyang became famous in his early twenties, and it is reasonable to have such a mentality when he is in his thirties.

With Lin Chaoyang's gentle voice, everyone present was immersed in his speech.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the venue was quiet.

It was not until more than twenty minutes later that Lin Chaoyang's speech finally came to an end.

"...-The 20th century has come to an end. In the past two years, the decline of literature in China and whether literature is still sacred has emerged. On the one hand, this shows that the decline of contemporary literature today, but on the other hand, it also shows that our literature still attracts the attention of many readers.

Today I talk about my creative ideals and beliefs. I don’t want to be a teacher, but I want to take out my thoughts and ideas for everyone to see.

The experience of individual life may be different for everyone, but one of the virtues of human beings is empathy.

As writers, we cannot lose our pursuit of artistic creation, but we must also have the adventurous spirit of subverting ourselves.

Our society has entered a new stage, and the social life forms and interpersonal relationships have undergone major changes, so writers must keep pace with the times.

Don’t be afraid of being contempt after subversion, nor do you fear failure after taking risks. Subversion and adventure are dual in themselves.

A writer's literary ideal should create a new form of ideological connotation. If a writer does not belong to a new and different work in his own thoughts and artistic form, then the writer cannot stand it.

At this point, it is suitable for everyone.

The above is my personal sharing, thank you everyone.”

The half-hour speech was not passionate or arrogant, and it won the recognition of all the writers present. Many people were thinking about Lin Chaoyang's words.

After a moment, the thoughts of these people were interrupted, and the applause was like spring thunder, resounding throughout the venue.

Afterwards, Cheng Zaochun, as editor-in-chief of the Humanities Society, gave Lin Chaoyang a very high evaluation of his speech.

After the symposium, Zhu Changsheng found Lin Chaoyang on behalf of "Contemporary" and expressed his hope to organize and publish his speech at the meeting in "Contemporary".

"This is OK, but the speech may be compiled later."

Lin Chaoyang's speech only made an outline, and most of the content was freely expressed. If the half-hour speech was summarized, it would have to be at least a few thousand words.

"It's okay, we have sorted out a rough idea here. I'll take the manuscript to review it for you tomorrow and see if there are any changes to it.

If not, it will be published in the next issue.”

"Okay."

Lin Chaoyang's treatment made his colleagues look jealous and even sorted out the speeches. Can you still have some integrity in "Contemporary"?

After the symposium, the Humanities Society held a reception banquet. Due to the crowds and the presence of several leaders from the Humanities Society and the cultural department, no one was very happy.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, he left the hotel and a group of writers led by Cheng Zhongshi abandoned the guesthouse and rushed to Xiaoliubukou Hutong.

Unlike the reception banquet with an atmosphere of official banquets, everyone can be more relaxed in Xiaoliubukou Hutong.

Even writers who have never been here can quickly let go of themselves and integrate into this courtyard that has accumulated countless literary brilliance.

As midnight approached, the sound in the main room of the West Courtyard was still jubilant and floating in the air.

Most writers have old smoke guns, and the smoke in the house is rolling. Even Cheng Zhongshi, the old smoke gun, can't stand it.

He walked to the window, and just opened it with one hand. The smoke in the house looked like a giant dragon rising from the sky. The hurricane north wind was about to rush in.

"Hao!"

"Silk~"

The unprepared people ate it hard and complained.

Cheng Zhongshi, who was always honest and honest, rarely showed a cramped smile on his face, and then he closed the window.

"It's late at night, I'll cheer you all up."

Everyone expressed their "thank you" to him again.

At this time, someone called the tea and the work of collecting water was unanimously voted for Cheng Zhongshi.

He did not refuse, took on this glorious task and went out to fetch water for everyone.

When I arrived at the kitchen, the lights were on, and there were two nannies busy inside.

Seeing Cheng Zhongshi coming with the thermos, Adi hurriedly picked up hot water for him.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Cheng Zhongshi hurriedly thanked him twice, and his thanks contained some apology.

Adi and the others are busy making midnight snacks for everyone now. If they weren't for them, they would have had a rest now.

"You are kind."

Seeing his eyes falling on the stove, Adi said, "I'll send it to you later."

"Don't bother, I'll just ask them to come and eat."

Thank you, Cheng Zhongshi carried the thermos back,

The main room not far away was brightly lit and the voices were noisy, and he suddenly felt a sense of trance in his heart.

In the past ten years, he always came to Xiaoliubukou Hutong every two or three years.

Sometimes it’s because of winning awards, sometimes it’s because of business trips to attend meetings, so many years have passed in a flash.

The yard is quietly here, just as before, but these guests have turned into white hair.

He felt sad for only a moment, and he took another step.

When he opened the door, the distant voice was suddenly pulled to his ears. Zhang Wei noticed his strangeness, stepped forward and took the thermos from him, and asked with concern:

"Old Cheng, are you too tired? Why don't you go to the next door to rest."

Although I really wanted to talk to everyone all night, Cheng Zhongshi had to accept his old age even though he felt his physical and mental fatigue.

"I'm a little tired, I can't stand you young people."

In fact, the youngest person present this year is over forty years old, and Cheng Zhongshi's words are a bit of a strong sense of gold on his face.

Before leaving, he reminded Zhang Wei again, "You are thinking about going to the restaurant for dinner later."

Zhang Wei responded. After a few minutes, he was about to go to the restaurant to take a look, but Adi walked in with a food box.

"Oh, how can you be so embarrassed!"

"We'll just go to the restaurant to eat, you see you've even delivered it."

These writers were kind-hearted, but their actions were more realistic than the other.

It was almost midnight now, and I was talking for several hours in a row, and I was excited. The little food wrapped in my stomach at night had been digested. Now everyone was hungry and they were ready to make it with a bowl.

"Well, this skill is not inferior to the chefs of the hotel!"

"You try this stewed crab noodles lion head, which is fat but not greasy, and it is fresh and fragrant!"

"Sister, if you open a hotel, you will definitely become a big boss."

Everyone said and said, and praised Adi, who was not good at speaking, so that the corners of her mouth could not be stopped, and gained a lot of emotional value.
Chapter completed!