China Entertainment's My Artistic Career

Chapter 18 Interview
12月7日，何华的《风犬少年的天空》以18万册的销售量力压郭靖明《1995-2005夏至未至》成为2005年11月全国图书排行榜文学类No.1。

Attracting media attention, many media came to the school to interview He Hua, some called the school leaders, some called the publishing house, and some were even stopped outside the school gate and squatted directly, which made He Hua very annoyed.

Under Han Zhongliang's persuasion, He Hua accepted an exclusive interview with Sina.com after comprehensive consideration.

The program team found a coffee shop. He Hua and the host sat across a small round table. After a brief introduction, the host asked the first question:
"He Hua, how did you come up with the idea of ​​creating a novel with BJ as the background, why not put it in Shanxi, your more familiar hometown?"

He Hua was slightly stunned, was he so sharp at the beginning: "For the sake of sales, life stories in big cities are more attractive to young people in relatively backward areas to read."

"So you deliberately flattered the readers when you wrote this book?" the host pressed on step by step.

"'Fawning' is a bit too much, I just choose the audience of my novels accurately." He Hua used the words very carefully.

"Don't you think this violates the value of literary creation?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean by its own value?"

"Thought, idea, spirit."

"Aren't my novels thoughtless?" He Hua asked with a smile.

"Well, I mean the depth of thought." The host did not give up.

"I'm just 20 years old, I don't think my thoughts are that deep." He Hua pretended to be praised, and responded 'shyly'.

"Have you ever read the novels of Han Han and Guo Jingming?" Seeing that He Hua didn't like this, the host had no choice but to change direction.

He Hua nodded.

The host immediately dug a hole: "What do you think of their works?"

He Hua wanted to be perfunctory: "Everything is fine."

But the host's immediate "what's the matter" choked him enough, so he had to smile, took a sip of coffee, it was really bad.

Just as the host was about to continue asking questions, the director's reminder came from the earbuds, so he had no choice but to change direction: "Do you have any favorite writers or works?" He Hua nodded.

"Can you tell me in detail?"

"I prefer the teacher's poems. His poems are always full of optimism and positive energy. It's like walking all over the green mountains and people are still young. The scenery here is unique. No matter the wind and waves, it's better than strolling in the courtyard. Today is more relaxed."

"Reading it when I'm happy makes me happier; reading it when I'm down lifts me up and gives me the strength to keep going."

Talking about his favorite poems, He Hua was finally happier.

".Nowadays very few people read the chairman's poems at your age. You seem to be very different from other writers born in the 80s." The host did not expect to get such an answer.

"No, in fact, many people like it. I often chat with netizens on my blog. Some of them know more than me."

"Well, we also found that you like to communicate with netizens on the Sina blog, but we found that you are not the same as other bloggers. You rarely write large-scale diaries, and occasionally you write a few short sentences to reply to netizens' questions. Why is this so? Writers must have a strong desire to talk!"

"I'm fine. I have a lot of good friends around me, so I just say what I want to say. Moreover, I have a lot of courses in this major, and I have to read a lot of classics. In addition to some things about myself, I don't have time to write things in a big space."

"And I think it's good if I write it in a simple way so that everyone can understand at a glance. Those who have read and not read can understand me and know what kind of person I am."

Damn, I still need to promote the Sina blog and add money!He Hua roared in his heart.

Next, the host chatted with He Hua about "The Sky of the Wind Dog". Of course, he also helped He Hua promote his new book afterwards:
"We saw a group of people talking about martial arts under your blog. Do you like martial arts novels very much?" The host's professionalism came up.

"Yes, I like it very much. When I was young, there was a mobile bookstall in front of my house, which basically sold martial arts novels. I often squatted there to read them. It took me a whole day to read them, so I was often beaten by my dad."

"Your father doesn't like martial arts novels?" the host asked curiously.

He Hua laughed: "No, my father likes it very much. I often see him read Mr. Gu Long's novels."

The host was puzzled: "Then why?"

He Hua carefully explained to her: "He was afraid that I would lose my temperament by reading messy martial arts novels, so he later bought me some novels he thought were good, such as Mr. Jin Yong's works."

The host nodded understandingly and boasted, "Your father is right."

"Have you ever thought about jumping directly from the theme of youth to the theme of martial arts, and the work has a situation where the water and soil do not match?"

"I'm not too worried. If there is a problem, I will correct it. I don't want to limit myself to a certain field. I will do more attempts in the future, such as spy wars, science fiction, and historical detectives. I want to try them all."

"Aren't you afraid of chewing too much?"

"If readers in other fields don't like it, I will specialize in it, but I still want to try it first. Maybe I write a thrilling ghost story and readers will like it very much. Anything is possible." The confident sunshine on He Hua made the host relax.

The two chatted on and off for two hours, during which He Hua changed the coffee and asked for a glass of boiled water.

After the interview, He Hua took a taxi back to school, and before he got out of the car, he saw Nursery Rhyme waving on the side of the road.

The driver really disconnected, and He Hua was really screwed up. He really wanted to scold the driver, but he got out of the car when they were all there:
"Senior sister, you go out."

"Well, I'm going to the crew for an interview."

Tong Yao nodded in response, got in the car, watched He Hua pay, and said directly:
"Let me pay, you don't have to worry about it, master, let's go."

He Hua just wanted to refuse, but the driver ran away in a hurry, and He Hua swears, "Damn."

It's not about nursery rhymes, it's just that the master made him feel so embarrassed.

In fact, he has no objection to nursery rhymes, but she is still in school, and the previous incident cannot be calmed down, so everyone sees her with colored glasses.

When he first came here as a freshman, he failed to find a seat twice in the cafeteria, so he sat opposite her, and then he was reminded by his roommate and discussed by other students.

Afterwards, He Hua didn't join nursery rhymes any more.

But to be honest, if He Hua was in the nursery rhyme position, he would have dropped out of school early, so He Hua still felt a little pity for her.

The same goes for Zhang Mo, you are so awesome, why didn't you beat that guy together?Invite a few more people to unload his leg, and become more powerful and snobbish. (I'm talking about you, little master of poetry reciting!)

Moreover, He Hua has seen her work on the player——"Dajiang Dahe" Song Yunping, who played it very well.

When He Hua returned to the dormitory, he just pushed open the door when there was a thrust from his back. Who jumped on him?

Then the roommates inside the door rushed up, He Hua almost knelt down, and quickly grabbed the bed frame next to him:
"Damn it, I can't hold it anymore!"

"Squeeze, press, don't let him go." Liu Zhonglun kept fanning the flames beside him.

"That's right, we are the first to become popular, we must educate him." Zheng Wei also feared that the world would not be chaotic.

"Go away, let me come, move the stool here." Xiaopang immediately put it into action.

"Wrong, wrong, I invite you to dinner, I invite you to dinner, give me a chance, brothers."

He Hua hurriedly begged for mercy, and at this moment, he was sweating, and hurriedly broke his fortune to avoid disaster.

The classmate struggled for a while before letting him go.

In the evening, everyone gathered at Jingxiu restaurant, as well as the girls in the class, and their girlfriends who were public and not public.

He Hua feels a little bit distressed about his wallet, but forget it, this is the first meal he invited everyone to eat in college, so if you spend more, you can spend more. Before when they were poor, they always invited themselves to dinner, it should be.

He Hua let everyone open up a bit.

Needless to say, everyone now knows that he is a local rich man.

The whole group drank until late before you helped him, and I carried him back to the dormitory.

Scholarly angry, he reprimanded Fang Qiu.It's about tonight.

(End of this chapter)