Professor Zhong Junmin had a good time, and his hand holding the tea cup was very steady, "Then, please share your views in detail on the causes of the literary phenomenon of The Little Prince becoming popular and the resulting thinking on the current situation of contemporary literature, no less than 800

Character."

"Uh... Professor Zhong, is this a question from your final exam paper?"

"No, this is a subjective question I asked you temporarily. Please answer it within a time limit."

To be honest, Ning Chunyan didn't know why she suddenly got around to the little prince, a topic that she was least willing to touch (especially in front of Zhong Junmin). She just came over to briefly mention the essay competition of the Xihe Literary Society,

Before even mentioning the person involved, "Zixu", the topic of China's big return came up at the speed of Germany's blitz on Poland, and the topic turned to this topic at lightning speed.

She originally came here with the mentality of curing diseases and saving people. She imagined that she would be a lobbyist like Kong Ming who crossed the Yangtze River. Unexpectedly, Professor Zhong Shi Shiran pushed her into the examination room. Professors from all walks of life were lined up in front of her.

It was like a defense scene. Professor Zhong and the boys behind her were all staring at her, which made her panic.

"Professor, we actually have something else to talk about when we come here..."

Zhong Junmin interrupted her: "I know, but let's not talk about you first, let's talk about me first."

Ning Chunyan said: "But my matter is also very important. How about we confirm our intention first and then talk about your matter in detail..."

Zhong Junmin glared at her: "Isn't the little prince important?"

"The little prince is important, but..."

"It's important enough. Let's talk about it one by one. Let's talk about me first." Zhong Junmin said arbitrarily, with a very undemocratic style. "Let's talk about the little prince first. By the way, Qingluo will talk about it first. Little Prince."

I have heard a little bit about Ning’s thoughts.”

Ning Chun was sweating profusely at the banquet. Chen Qingluo, who originally only came here to make soy sauce to cheer her up, suddenly became the main force in the defense. She was sitting aside in a daze, her eyes unfocused. When she heard her name being mentioned, she opened her mouth slightly and whispered.

Said: "Ah?"

"Don't you need me to repeat the question?" Zhong Junmin sat up straight, "Today we must first explain the academic literary issues clearly, and then let's talk about the practical literary issues."

Seeing Professor Zhong Junmin's serious face, Ning Chunyan finally believed that he was serious.

Having been in the group for so long, she already knew that Professor Zhong was a die-hard Little Prince Hei. During the time when the Little Prince was on fire, he and Professor Huang Xinghuo had such a quarrel in the group almost every two days.

Others in the group have long been accustomed to it. Moreover, the views have been iterated from the initial "Wen Yi Zidao" to later, and now they have entered an advanced field that she cannot understand at all.

Yesterday, she secretly glanced at the chat history. She suddenly became dizzy and immediately turned off her phone. Those nouns and the authors they cited were becoming more and more "cold, biased, and hard". Just by looking at it, she could tell

I felt that I was being crushed academically. This was just a quarrel in the group. I don’t know if he and Professor Huang inspired anything new in the offline battle.

Ning Chunyan secretly looked at Chen Qingluo, wanting to remind her to say as many bad things about the little prince as possible in order to win Professor Zhong's favor. As long as Professor Zhong was made academically happy, he would definitely be able to speak better on worldly issues.

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Chen Qingluo came back to her senses as if waking up from a dream, and said slowly: "I feel that the little prince should be a bald 40-year-old man."

Hearing these words, Ning Chunyan suddenly felt his head explode. But what he didn't expect was that after Professor Zhong and the boy in front of him looked at each other, their eyes glowed golden. The boy took out a small notebook and sat across from him.

Next, I'm going to write something.

Professor Zhong said: "A very interesting new point of view! Please elaborate on it!"

Chen Qingluo said: "Sorry, let me explain it first. I am a writer. As we all know, most writers are not good at words because the language brain area has been occupied for a long time and they are not very good at expressing themselves in words."

Professor Zhong said: "It doesn't matter. You speak slowly and I listen slowly. If necessary, I can provide you with handwriting input conditions."

Ning Chunyan bit her lips and stretched out her little hand to tug on the corner of Chen Qingluo's clothes, twice gently and twice lightly, implying that she was equally good and bad and should not say something that Professor Zhong didn't want to hear, but I don't know if Chen Qingluo understood it.

Chen Qingluo stretched out her white hands to comb her hair at the temples, her dark and bright eyes flashed twice, and she spoke very sincerely:

"I look at the issue of The Little Prince from two aspects. One is from the perspective of a non-special isolated case in the context of the third cultural transformation in which multiculturalism has completely gone bankrupt after the popularization of the Internet and transformed into a 'fractured' culture; the other is from the perspective of an isolated case.

Starting from feminism, women's writing, and women's writing, we look at the male writing of The Little Prince through the opposition between the two genders...

"...the former originated from the emerging concept of consumerism. The literature of The Little Prince is first of all a kind of consumer literature, born out of some kind of commercial operation, that is to say, it is manipulated by invisible hands, and the Little Prince is one of them.

The leader, he danced on this invisible hand and challenged it. In this grand consumption celebration of the sexes, he calmly pointed out the existence of desire as accurately as a sociologist,

And he attacked sensitive key points, using his profound accumulation to lead a public carnival...

"...On the other hand, I use myself as the starting point of my perspective. As a woman, I can gain a certain amount of fun by examining these texts from a detached perspective while stripping away my gender identity. The text of The Little Prince is truly

This article is written by a male, but his choice of words and sentences when leading his inner impulse are poetic, pure, and pious, not pious to the object (i.e., women), but more pious to literature, which resists carnal desire to a certain extent.

And money cannibalizes the soul..."

Ning Chunyan was stunned.

Chen Qingluo is worthy of being a doctor of literature, and has perfected the skill of opening her mouth. Ning Chunyan knows very well that her best friend has not read much of "The Little Prince's Love Letter" at all.

After a while, she reluctantly read a few chapters, and finally came to the conclusion that "this guy is definitely not married and doesn't even deserve a girlfriend." At this time, facing Professor Zhong Junmin, he could actually talk about such a freshman.

heap.

She first started the topic from the general background of the times, and demonstrated the outstanding and magnificent vision of contemporary academic writers. Then she moved from the general background of the times to the medium background of literature, from the medium background of literature to the small background of the text, and finally from this small background song

He walked into the author's heart in a quiet and quiet way, analyzed his person and his heart, and finally came to the conclusion:

"This person is a bald, greasy, fat middle-aged man in his 40s."

After listening, Ning Chunyan looked at Professor Zhong Junmin's expression, as if he was about to applaud.

"Very good," after saying that, Professor Zhong turned his attention to Ning Chunyan, "Xiao Ning, you should also come and talk."

"I……"

Ning Chunyan was short of breath, leaned back and stood up and said: "Professor, can you introduce this boy first?"

Professor Zhong turned his head and glanced at the young man writing furiously with his pen, and said, "He is not important."

"But I was so stared at that I couldn't calm down."

"Oh, he is my graduate student, Zhao Peilin. The title of the paper he prepared is "The Lack of the Sublime in Contemporary Chinese Literature - Taking the Explosion of the Little Prince as an Example."

Ning Chun's banquet paused for a moment, and he suddenly had feelings brewing. He put his hands on the table and said in a speaker's tone:

"Professor Zhong, regardless of whether the Little Prince symbolizes the lack of sublimity in contemporary literature, he has been recognized by the market and has already made a lot of money. What deserves our attention now is the serious literature that is in danger! Serious literature needs us

rescue!"

Professor Zhong finally raised his head: "How do you say that?"

Ning Chunyan was thinking of an entry point when Chen Qingluo beside her suddenly took out a stack of manuscripts from her bag, slapped them on the table, and pushed them in front of Professor Zhong.

"This is……"

"Please take a look," Chen Qingluo said decisively, "you will know after you take a look."

What she handed over was the manuscript that Wang Zixu had submitted for the essay competition.

…

"Wai, Director Gou, hello, hello, is the Wang Zixu who participated in the essay competition this time from your unit?"

Gou Yingbiao changed his hand and answered the phone to show his attention: "Is this Director Zhang from the Propaganda Department? Hello, hello. Wang Zixu is from our unit, what can I do?"

Zhang Qian poured beans into the bamboo tube and said: "As you know, the essay solicitation of Xihe Literary Society is never an easy task, let alone the preliminary selection of essays. It is very offending. Every year, hundreds of manuscripts have to be screened. This

It’s not hundreds of manuscripts, it’s hundreds of authors. Killing their manuscripts is equivalent to offending hundreds of people. However, we are involved in this work every year. How much pressure do you think I feel?

"

Director Gou said with a smile: "Only you, the selfless and selfless person you say, can hold up this table and ensure the orderly progress of the first round of the primary selection. I understand your difficulties, admire your courage, and the leadership will definitely

It’s because I trust you that I entrust you with this job. So what does this have to do with Wang Zixu?”

"Zhixu in your unit is quite capable. The other losers just complained at home, but almost came to our unit to cause trouble. As for Wang Zixu, he found a big shot to come and put pressure on me.

If I insist on changing the results of the primary election, I say that once the results of the primary election are finalized, they cannot be changed, but he refuses to listen..."

Gou Yingbiao listened to Zhang Qian's voice on the phone, his expression changed from worry to relief, from relief to ecstasy. He held the phone on his lap and listened as if talking on the phone.

The emotion of grievance, unlike other emotions, will gradually dissipate with the passage of time, especially for some people. Grief is like wine. The longer it takes, the more fragrant it becomes and spreads all over the street.

Let the neighbors smell it and pass by with their noses covered.

Zhang Qian's grievances fell into this category. Even after talking to her best friend, her anger didn't go away. Instead, it became more and more mellow. So she called everyone related to Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan one by one to denounce them.

Inside, there was a commotion.

After Gou Yingbiao finished talking to her, he called the office director Xu Shichao in, with a serious expression on his face, and discussed three points with him.

First, the leadership of the Xihe Cultural Conference attaches great importance to the project. On the day of the cultural conference, all units must participate in activities, watch the commendation ceremony, and participate in activities as much as possible to make the atmosphere lively;

Secondly, comrades who are unsuccessful in the essay competition must do a good job. If they are not accepted, they are strictly prohibited from going to the organizing committee to make trouble or petition. This will bring shame to the unit. Once discovered, they will be dealt with seriously;

Third, Comrade Wang Zixu, who has already gone to make trouble, should be used as a typical case and reported to the entire unit for criticism and study.

After listening to what the leader said, Xu Shichao walked out of the office with sweat dripping from his back and said hello to Zhang Cannian who came towards him.

By following the leader's idea, not only did he feel that he was offending others, but it was also difficult to grasp the scale of implementing the leader's intentions and caring for his comrades. There was also a question mark on whether Comrade Wang Zixu could come back to work as usual.

In addition, these days are becoming increasingly difficult, especially for Wang Zixu. During his absence, legends about him were everywhere in the world, and they were very bad legends.

People's words are terrible, I just hope he can avoid the limelight for a while and come back to work after the cultural meeting. It's a bit embarrassing, but it's better than being pointed at the nose and laughed at in front of you.
Chapter completed!