Chapter 1620 1622 [The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop]
But the tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop. Xiang Nan wanted to keep a low profile, but some people didn't want to let him go easily.
For example, Lu Xun, whom Xiang Nan admired greatly, published a review article in the "Yusi" magazine under the Left-Wing Writers Alliance, criticizing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" as worthless.
"The plot is repetitive, the writing is long-winded, they always fight when they meet, they can't explain what they can say clearly, and no one can kill anyone. When it comes to killing someone, a blocker will fall from the sky. ..."
“Most martial arts novels have a distinct theme, that is, killing people in the name of morality and inciting adultery and robbery under the guise of promoting Buddhism. This is also evident in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."
"Mr. Xu probably wrote this kind of reading purely for the entertainment of the public. If you were asked to take on the responsibility of educating the public, you would definitely not be willing to do so. Then why put money on the faces of some characters? With the narrow-mindedness of those people you wrote , They can still fight without talking about the righteousness of the future and the hatred of the family and the country."
Lu Xun could already be regarded as a first-line leader in the Chinese literary world at that time.
Not only famous, but also countless fans.
Once he opened fire, others naturally followed suit, criticizing articles one after another.
Xiang Nan knew that it was because "Legend of the Condor Heroes" was so popular that it was so popular that it was set up as a target. However, this kind of pen fight actually has little effect on the popularity of his novels.
After all, there are still many ordinary people in the world, and popular novels are always the mainstream.
It's like Zhang Henshui, who wrote "The Family of Gold Fans" and "The Cause of Laughing and Laughing", but they still sold well.
So Xiang Nan closed his eyes, pretended not to know about it, and continued to write his own novel.
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I was writing at home one day when suddenly I heard a knock on the door.
Xiang Nan opened the door to look, only to see a well-mannered man wearing a blue gown and a white scarf, standing outside the door.
"Qiubai, it's you~" Xiang Nan said pleasantly upon seeing him, "Old classmate, long time no see."
The person who came was Xu Wenqiang's college classmate—Lu Qiubai. He organized the student movement with him back then, and was also a very patriotic intellectual.
"Long time no see, Wen Qiang." Seeing Xiang Nan, Lu Qiubai was also very excited.
"Please come in and sit down." Xiang Nan smiled, letting Lu Qiubai go to the back room, and then made him a pot of tea, "When did you arrive in Hujiang?"
"I came here three years ago. After you were arrested and imprisoned, I was also plotted against at home." Lu Qiubai explained, "Later, my family was afraid that something would happen to me, so they asked my uncle to **** me to Hujiang to escape. Stay out of the wind."
"I see." Xiang Nan nodded, "I'm relieved to see that you're fine."
"What about you, when did you come to Hujiang?" Lu Qiubai also asked with concern.
"I arrived a month ago." Xiang Nan explained, "After I got out of prison, I really had nowhere to go. I knew Yanyun was here, so I came to look for her."
"Hmph, she is really a disgrace to our classmates. She has received higher education, culture and knowledge, but she doesn't go to work, relying on her own mind and hands to make money, instead she likes leisure and hates work, pursues enjoyment, and becomes a courtesan." Lu Qiubai disgusted Said, "It's really embarrassing."
"Okay, don't talk about her." Xiang Nan waved his hand, not wanting to speak ill of Fang Yanyun.
To be honest, in this chaotic era, even a tycoon like Feng Jingyao has to follow the crowd and act according to the face of foreigners. What's more, Fang Yanyun is a weak woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken. In order to survive, sometimes she can only give up some things.
"By the way, how do you know I live here?" Xiang Nan asked curiously.
"That's not easy. Who in Hujiang doesn't know your name, Mr. Xu?" Lu Qiubai laughed.
"You're saying you're notorious." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "It's true that I'm being scolded now."
"Wen Qiang, I want to persuade you a few words, you have such good knowledge, why don't you write some revolutionary articles that are beneficial to the country and the nation.
Why do you want to write these vulgar, boring, pornographic and pirate-inspired martial arts novels? Have you forgotten your ideals? "Lu Qiubai said earnestly.
"Of course I haven't forgotten." Xiang Nan waved his hand.
Don’t say he won’t forget, even Xu Wenqiang didn’t. Otherwise, he would not have united with the Fist of Fury, killed Shankou Xiangzi, and forced himself to flee.
"However, you also know that living in Hujiang is not easy. When I first came to Hujiang, I had to gain a firm foothold first." Xiang Nan explained, "After all, you can only make trouble if you have a full stomach. Actually, I have never Forget ideals."
"Really?!" Lu Qiubai was dubious.
Xiang Nan nodded, and went back to his study. After a while, he took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Lu Qiubai, "These are two long poems I wrote, please correct them."
Lu Qiubai took the poem and read it carefully, "Answer--Despicable is the passport of the despicable, noble is the epitaph of the noble..."
“Believe in the future—when the cobwebs ruthlessly sealed off my stove, when the lingering smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly paved the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future…”
The more he read, the higher and more excited his voice became. Because he felt the unyielding fighting spirit and majestic vitality contained in these two poems.
While reading it, he burst into tears, "Wen Qiang, your two poems are really well written. Can I take them back and publish them in my newspaper."
"Of course." Xiang Nan nodded, "I don't even want the manuscript fee, even if I support the cause of revolution."
"You are still the same as before, I am not wrong." Lu Qiubai was moved when he heard it.
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Xiang Nan's two long poems were published by Lu Qiubai in Qiushi Daily, where he worked, and immediately caused a wave of recitation.
These two poems are classics of misty poetry, criticizing reality, motivating oneself, full of emotion and fighting spirit. Although the two poems were written in the 1960s and 1970s, they are very suitable for the current social environment.
Therefore, it is naturally welcomed by readers.
After these two poems were published, Xiang Nan received much less criticism, and he was recognized by left-wing writers. Lu Qiubai even invited him to a gathering of left-wing writers.
But Xiang Nan still declined.
To revolutionize, there must be sacrifices. This is 1926, and next year is 1927. The April 12 counter-revolutionary coup is imminent, and Xiang Nan doesn't want to be on the gun.
Besides, he is really valuable.
Don’t dare to say anything else, just say that his knowledge of nuclear physics is a treasure that is priceless and hard to change. It is really not worthwhile to be sent to the guillotine for only a few radical articles.
The so-called son of a daughter can't sit still. Low-key development, waiting for the future, is the best choice.
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(end of this chapter)