Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu also got a painting, but they unanimously agreed that Yu Dong's painting is the best.

As Yu Dong said just now, flaws are also part of art.

Of course, as a matter of the past, the inscription written incorrectly will be more likely to attract attention.

It is said that the Ming Dynasty calligrapher and painter Xu Wenchang once ate dim sum in a dim sum shop. He thought the dim sum was good but the business was bad, so he took the initiative to write a sign for the small shop, called "Dim sum shop", but he deliberately wrote less of the word "heart".

After writing, he signed his alias "Tian Shuiyue" to prove that this was what he wrote.

Later, someone saw that the quick sign was written by Xu Wenchang, and even the heart was written incorrectly, so they started to discuss it. This matter spreads from ten to ten, and ten to hundreds of them. Everyone nearby knew that this dim sum shop had a sign written by Xu Wenchang, with typos on it.

As more and more people come to dim sum shops, business is getting better and better.

However, later, the owner of the dim sum shop saw Xu Wenchang again and suggested that he write that point on.

The boss thought, since there are so many people who can come to see it if you have a little less, wouldn’t it be better to write it right?

Xu Wenchang agreed to him and made up for that little.

However, after writing it correctly, no one came to pay attention to it.

As the saying goes, things are precious because they are rare. There are many people who write correctly, but few people who write incorrectly. Just like the wrong version of the currency, they are much more valuable than the genuine version.

After the three of them got the paintings, Wang Zengqi asked again: "Do you have a new work recently?"

Yu Hua said, "I have a long story that has been published in "Harvest" this month."

"What's the name?"

"The Record of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood."

"The title of the book sounds quite intimidating. I'll go look for it. Where are you two?"

Bi Feiyu shook her head and said that there was no new work, but there were also ones, but only a short story, so he didn't say it.

Yu Dong thought about it and said about his new book, "My new book has just finished writing the first draft, and it is related to Shanghai, and I haven't figured out where to publish it."

"It's good to write about your hometown." Wang Zengqi smiled, "If your new book is published, I will write a preface for you. And Yu Hua, I have taught you before."

Yu Hua smiled, "You still remember."

Wang Zengqi had taught major classes at Luxun Academy of Literature before, so he naturally taught Yu Hua. However, there were many students and fewer classes at that time. Later, Yu Hua, the practice teacher, was not assigned to Wang Zengqi, so he didn't have much contact.

When he was about to call, Yu Hua felt that Wang Zengqi was very sorry that he didn't remember teaching himself at Lu Xun Academy of Literature before, so he didn't mention this.

Yu Dong looked at Yu Hua and thought to himself that this guy was hiding very deeply.

But when you think about it, Yu Hua rarely seems to mention the matter at Lu Xun Academy of Literature. He has obviously stayed there twice.

Wang Zengqi said with a smile, "Your class of students is quite special, and many of them impressed me deeply, such as you, Mo Yan, Liu Zhenyun..."

Speaking of the students of that class, Wang Zengqi became interested again and recalled some interesting stories. As for the preface he took the initiative to write to Yu Dong and his friends, it seems that it is not difficult to understand.

He has always liked to promote his juniors, Acheng, Tielin, Jia Pingwa, and others have been supported by him, so writing prefaces is naturally a trivial matter.

In fact, Wang Zengqi is the type of "late to achieve greatness". Ten years ago, he was rarely mentioned in the literary world, but he has become stronger and stronger over the years, and he has written more and more.

A few years ago, when some writers such as Cao Yu and other writers of his same period gradually lost their artistic feeling and were unable to master literature, he walked out quietly and wrote many excellent works, such as "Taoju", which was written by him at the age of 60, and "The Chronicles of Danao", which was written by him at the age of 61.

Wang Zengqi once said that there was a vine plant in his backyard, and no one in his family knew what it was because it never bloomed. One summer, it suddenly exploded and suddenly bloomed like a yellow one, and then it turned out that it was a honeysuckle.

He suddenly wrote many novels in the early 1980s, which were a bit like the honeysuckle.

In recent years, the old man's market has risen in the literary world, and more and more people like him.

Yu Dong came back from the future and knew that he was not only rising now, but also rising in the future.

After chatting for a while, Shi Songqing asked, "Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu should be married. Are you married Yu Dong?"

Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "Come on, Teacher Shi, he just finished his wedding in September."

"Yes, then congratulations. You should bring some wedding candy here so that we two candy candy candy can also be enjoyed by the joy."

"I'm not thinking well." Yu Dong said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. When I heard this news, I felt happy. How did my wife meet? Are they classmates or colleagues?"

Wang Zengqi blew up the ashes and complained, "What are you doing for so many questions?"

"I just like to listen to young people's love stories." Shi Songqing replied with a smile.

Yu Dong replied, "I am a colleague. In fact, I got the certificate last year and didn't hold the banquet until September."

"It's so good now. I got married to him back then. After finishing the procedures and taking photos, I went to eat a bowl of noodles, which was considered a celebration."

Speaking of past events, Shi Songqing's eyes were filled with memories, "I remember that noodle restaurant is called Zhang Ji Noodle Restaurant..."

Speaking of this, Wang Zengqi interrupted her, "What do you call Zhang Ji Noodle Restaurant? It is obviously the Second Alley Restaurant, right next to Zhongshan Park, I remember it clearly."

"You must have remembered it wrong."

"I definitely remember correctly."

The old couple argued about which restaurant to eat noodles that day. As they fought, they both laughed in the end.

It has been so many years since they are older, and it is not that important for who remembers right or who remembers wrong.

But they all remembered that the noodles were very strong that day, the soup was very fresh, and the sun was bright. She smiled at him while eating, and there were tiny beads of sweat like mist on her forehead.

Listening to their memories, Yu Dong and the others laughed, but they didn't expect that they could still eat a handful of high-quality dog ​​food here today.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Yu Dong also remembered that when he got his marriage certificate with Cheng Yanqiu last year, it was very cold and it suddenly started to snow. They went to eat duck blood vermicelli and their bodies were warm. The warmth came not only from the vermicelli soup, but also from some other indescribable thing.

When they were late, Yu Dong and the others stood up to say goodbye, and the old couple went to keep them enthusiastically.

It was hard to refuse the kindness, so they stayed.

Shi Songqing made several home-cooked dishes, including pickled mushroom soup, which was said to be specially prepared for Wang Zengqi, and others may not be used to it.

I thought it was just an ordinary meal, but I didn't expect that Wang Zengqi took out a bottle of Wuliangye when it was about to start.

"Originally, my friend gave me six bottles, and as I drank, there were only two left. Let's just drink it."

Just drink it, but what Yu Dong and the others never expected was that Wang Zengqi had a very good alcohol content and was very addicted to alcohol. After drinking one bottle, he touched out the last bottle.

The last few people got rid of the two bottles of wine, and Wang Zengqi drank most of the bottle alone.

It seems that he should often drink like this. Shi Songqing looked around and didn't even persuade him, but instead warned him not to get Yu Dong and the others drunk.

When he was drunk, he said that those who looked at the eyes said that he would live to ninety, but he predicted that he could only live to eighty. He is already seventy-five years old this year, and being able to say this shows his open-mindedness.

He also said that tobacco and alcohol are his first life, and articles, calligraphy and painting are his second life.

For the sake of wine, he also wrote a couplet: Reading scriptures and soft days on a day, and learning immortality without wine.

When Wang Zengqi's house left, Yu Dong and the other three were already dizzy. When Jiang Jie came to pick them up, he was also quite surprised: Mr. Wang can drink so much?

...

The next morning, Yu Dong and his team went to Yenching University.

Leng Xuejun, the head of the Chinese Department, came to pick him up. As soon as he saw Yu Dong and the others, Leng Xuejun apologized repeatedly, "Principal Wu is still busy with official duties at this time and cannot come to pick him up. Please forgive me."

Yu Dong and the others smiled and waved their hands, "It's okay, are the others here?"

"Several writers from Baodao have arrived, Mr. Wang is on the way."

Yu Dong nodded, "Then let's go over."

On the way, Yu Dong asked about the specific situation on the treasure island again, and only then did he know that this time it was not only Lin Qingxuan and Long Yingtai, but also the famous local novelist Xiao Lihong.

"What is the scale of this symposium?" Bi Feiyu asked.

"It's in the big dining room... it's the lecture hall of our school. Except for some teachers in the school, the students come to listen voluntarily."

Yu Dong nodded, but didn't care much. He is still familiar with Yan University. He has been here many times when he was in school. Gu Cheng had a meeting before. Yu Dong also went to Yan University to join in the fun.

I have to say that the enthusiasm of students for poetry in those years has reached a point of madness, and is no less than that of fans in later generations who meet stars. When Yu Dong went there that time, he could only stand far behind.

With Leng Xuejun, the few of them went to a reception room first, and there were already about a dozen people inside.

Leng Xuejun introduced them one by one. In addition to the teachers in the school, there were the three writers from Baodao.

The three of them were all in their early forties, but Lin Qingxuan was even more anxious, with only a small bunch of hair on his head still resisting tenaciously. The completely different from the top of his head was that the long hair behind his head was already covered with the shoulders. It was a bit ugly, but it had a unique character.

When Yu Dong and the others arrived, Long Yingtai was talking to other teachers, while Lin Qingxuan and Xiao Lihong were just sitting quietly.

Seeing that there was only one Long Yingtai on both sides, a teacher from the Chinese Department pointed out the topic to Yu Dong and the others who had just arrived: "Teacher Yu Dong, did you just arrived this morning?"

"I arrived yesterday and I took a break."

Long Yingtai smiled and said, "That's a pity, I should have had dinner together last night, so I can see the charm of some of you earlier."

Leng Xuejun knew the situation and explained, "Teacher Yu and his friends went to visit Mr. Wang yesterday, and they thought they ate in Mr. Wang's house."

Bi Feiyu nodded, "Yes, there is not much time this time. We have brought some selfish thoughts and went to visit Mr. Wang. There is no hurry to eat. After the two days, it will not be too late to eat."

"Yes, yes, yes, eat again after you finish."

Taking advantage of the topic of eating, everyone started to talk about other things. Yan University teachers tried their best to make the atmosphere hot, but only Long Yingtai and Bi Feiyu cooperated on both sides.

We chatted for a while without any awkwardness, and after Wang Zengqi and Wu Shuqing came, everyone went to the lecture hall.

Before they could arrive at the lecture hall, they heard the crowds of people coming from there, and students kept rushing there.
To be continued...