"I don't know."

"Modiano is a French writer. His name is at the beginning of Wang Xiaobo's novel "Wanshou Temple"."

"Really, I didn't pay attention when I was watching it before."

"Won the Prix Goncourt for Literature."

"Oh, the Prix Goncourt!"

"Who is that Lao Zhang?"

"I don't know, he must be a great writer too."

Someone guessed, "Zhang Xianliang?"

This guess was refuted by another person, "How is that possible? Zhang Xianliang must be in his sixties or seventies. His age doesn't match up."

The man guessed again, "Is that Zhang Kangkang?"

I was retorted again, "Zhang Kangkang is a female writer."

After being refuted twice in a row, the man felt that he had lost face and argued with a red face, "Why are you so sure that the one just now is not a female writer?"

…

Ah sneeze!

Zhang Zuohai, who had just caught up with Yu Dong and the others, suddenly sneezed.

Yu Dong smiled and said, "Old Zhang, it's been cold lately, so you should pay more attention to keeping warm."

"Definitely, definitely." Zhang Zuohai rubbed his nose, he was still a little uncomfortable with the fact that Old Dong was Yu Dong.

The three of them took the elevator from the theme pavilion to the basement, then went from the basement to the elevator of the main building, and then took the elevator to the top floor.

"My office rarely comes back, so it's relatively deserted. Come here..."

Yu Dong was mid-sentence when he opened the door and entered the office. Then he saw Yu Hua and others sitting around the sofa, a total of eight people.

Yu Hua, Wang Xiaobo, Bi Feiyu, Ruan Xiaohu, Tie Lin, Han Dong, Chi Zijian, Wang Anyi.

"Ahem, of course, some friends will come over occasionally."

Yu Hua and the others were chatting happily when suddenly they saw Yu Dong bringing two people in. They all became quiet and looked at Yu Dong and the others.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Modiano..."

Before Yu Dong finished speaking, Wang Xiaobo clapped his palms fiercely, "I just said he looked familiar."

Others' reactions were not as intense as Wang Xiaobo's, but they all nodded towards Modiano.

Modiano is not well-known in China now, but everyone here is a writer, so naturally they know something about this winner of the Goncourt Literary Prize, but everyone has different feelings about him.

"This is Mr. Zhang Zuohai." Yu Dong introduced Zhang Zuohai to them.

Not many people know about it now.

Only Bi Feiyu patted his head and said, "Oh, you are that Eastern scholar, right?"

Zhang Zuohai smiled and did not nod or shake his head. Although everyone on the Internet called him Dongjie, he was already used to this title, but when he was called this title in real life, and the person who called him this title

When he was still Bi Feiyu, it made him feel a little strange.

Not only him, but also Yu Dong himself felt strange.

Yu Dong introduced Yu Hua and the others to Modiano and Zhang Zuohai one by one, and then everyone took their seats.

After sitting down, Yu Dong asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Let's talk about you." Wang Anyi said with a smile, "After "The Curse" came out, I watched it several times. Every time I watched it, I felt different. We just sat together and had nothing else to talk about, so I proposed to chat together.

The book "Curse", I have just started talking about it, and you are here."

Tie Lin nodded and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhang is just here, so we can ask professionals for their opinions."

Zhang Zuohai quickly waved his hand and said modestly, "No, no, I am just an ordinary reader. In fact, I would also like to know what other writers think of this book."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Modiano again, "Also, what do foreign writers like Mr. Modiano think of this novel?"

After listening to the translation, Modiano said: "YU is obviously a writer who can do whatever he wants in his writing... In the literary world, there are many literary schools... Every writer will be classified into a certain school.

...But...I think...most writers actually don't want to be divided like this...I'm not saying that this kind of division is bad...I'm just talking about it from a writer's perspective...Everyone is famous

All writers will be classified into... a certain genre, but I haven't seen anyone classify YU into a genre yet. Some people said before that he was a realist... and some said he was a magical realist... or psychological

Realism,…ultimately none of these gained widespread…acceptance.”

Because he had to take into account the translation and Modiano was not quick to speak, Modiano spoke for a long time, which took several minutes. However, Yu Dong and the others were listening attentively, and no one was listening.
Chapter completed!