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Chapter 53 Who created the Red Wall? (Please read~)

The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the classroom windows, creating a beautiful Tyndall effect in the dust-filled classroom.

Chen Shiping looked at the shaped light with some fascination, thinking that it would be great if he could concentrate like this.

The classroom was very noisy. The students in the literature class had all finished reading the novel and were discussing the plot of the novel.

Only the author Chen Shiping was forgotten and sitting alone in the corner.

Some people think that Chen Shiping's writing is too straightforward, explicit, and vulgar, and that he is too indulged in sensory culture.

Some people also feel that Chen Shiping analyzed the mental "illness" of today's literati very thoroughly and profoundly.

The crowd was divided into two groups with mixed opinions and criticisms. Chen Shiping just listened and did not refute or affirm the views of one group.

Writing it down will naturally lead to criticism, but in Chen Shiping's opinion, such arguments are of little significance.

Yu Hua was also discussing with them. When he felt thirsty, he came to sit next to Chen Shiping, picked up his cup and took a sip of water.

After drinking a large amount of water to moisten his throat, Yu Hua seemed to have regained his fighting spirit. Just as he was about to stand up and continue arguing, he suddenly sat down and turned to look at Chen Shiping, who was taking a leisurely stroll.

"I said, don't you have anything to say? They say you are vulgar and you don't want to refute them?"

Chen Shiping shrugged and said, "There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand viewers. Even now, some people regard Jin Ping Mei as a pornographic book."

Hearing Chen Shiping compare his book with Hamlet and The Golden Lotus, Yu Hua couldn't help laughing, and she admired his confidence.

"But when it comes to Jin Ping Mei, the protagonist of "Zi Zhu" has a lot of similarities with Ximen Qing."

Chen Shiping was non-committal. The plot line of The Wasted Capital itself was similar to that of The Golden Ping Mei, and the characters were also similar to Zhuang Sheng's Dream of Butterfly in the Yuan Dynasty.

Lao Jia must have referred to it when he wrote about Abandoned Capital. Chen Shiping took it and rewrote it, so naturally he also referred to it.

There are still three different editions of Jin Ping Mei on his desk at home, one of which has exquisite illustrations.

It's just that Chen Shiping didn't design the plot line and characters like the original version. He still made a lot of changes.

When Lao Jia wrote this book, he was filled with too much anger and depression, because his own experience at that time was also very difficult. Chen Shiping was in a different state of mind than him. He did not have self-involved sensory immersion, but observed with a more calm attitude. described from the perspective of the author.

Remove a lot of the bad taste of self-admiration, and describe the satire and criticism more positively, rather than a kind of morbid and unconscious moaning.

At this time, He Zhenbang, the teacher of the literature class, also came over and sat across from Chen Shiping and said: "The red wall is really well written. The high degree of unity between soul and body is not just a vulgar description. You grasped this scale very well. "

"However, it is not without its problems." He Zhenbang changed the topic and said: "If you write about the decadence of culture and the decadence of literati in a too ugly and dark way, you will definitely offend a group of literati who claim to be literati."

Chen Shiping naturally knew the result. Just like Jin Ping Mei was also a banned book during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the problem was not that it showed the other side of the literati.

He Zhenbang is not here to criticize Chen Shiping. As a teacher of literature class, he is very happy to see his students write excellent works.

So he took the initiative to suggest: "The novel is good, but the scale is indeed a bit too big. If it is to be published or published, some parts must be deleted, or some descriptions must be blurred as much as possible, especially those straightforward words."

Yu Hua couldn't help but nod and said, "It's too direct. It would be better to be more vague."

Chen Shiping suddenly thought of the online novels he had read in his previous life. The authors in them were all talented, and they were able to describe sexual matters without using sensitive words.

Maybe I can learn from it, but I don't have to be too obscure like them. After all, I don't have so many restrictions.

The discussion in the class was still going on, but Chen Shiping had already secretly packed up his manuscript and slipped away.

No matter what their evaluation of the novel is, it is not convenient for them to participate. Once they express their thoughts, they will be scrutinized. It is better to shut up and let them guess.

Maybe they can make different reading comprehensions and form a set of standard answers.

Naturally, the football activities after school today were cancelled. Chen Shiping was carrying his briefcase and was about to go home when he saw Chen Hong standing at the gate of Beijing Normal University wearing a white dress and carrying a small bag. It was summer break for the theater, and Chen Hong came to the capital immediately after the vacation. She hadn't seen Chen Shiping for more than a month, and she began to feel nervous about their relationship.

During this period, Chen Shiping's success in winning the Palme d'Or came to a head. He became a celebrity master in the literary and art circles, and the gap between him and her, a theater student, became wider and wider.

Chen Hong knew that the status between herself and Chen Shiping was completely imbalanced, and the only hope she could have was to gain an emotional advantage.

Chen Shiping came to Chen Hong, looked at her hair stuck with sweat on her cheeks, and couldn't help but said: "Why wait for me here? It would be great to find a shaded place to stay."

"I miss you and want to see you right away."

Chen Hong raised her hand to push her sweat-dampened hair behind her ears, and wiped the sweat from her face with the back of her hand. She smiled brightly, as if she didn't care about the hot weather at all.

Regardless of whether Chen Hong did it intentionally or just couldn't wait to see him, Chen Shiping felt a little moved in his heart. Men are such creatures.

"Where do you live? Go back and have a rest first, and then I will take you to dinner." Chen Shiping said with concern.

"I came here as soon as I got off the train. I haven't found a place to live yet." Chen Hong's eyes suddenly dimmed a bit, and he pursed his lips and said sadly: "I don't dare to go to the guest house in the factory for fear that someone will gossip about you."

She is such a considerate and coquettish good sister. Chen Shiping directly pulled her and said, "I won't stay in the guest house! I'll go to the Capital Hotel."

Chen Hong was pulled away by Chen Shiping, with a happy smile on her face, but she still advised: "It's too expensive, just find a guest house, don't waste money."

"I'm willing to spend money on you."

Hearing Chen Shiping's words, Chen Hong suddenly let go of his burden, and his eyes were filled with relief and joy.

On the way to the city, Chen Hong kept asking Chen Shiping about his recent life like a lark, as if he wanted to make up for the time when he was not with him.

After arriving at the Capital Hotel, Chen Shiping checked into a room and when he sent Chen Hong up, he suddenly noticed that she only brought a small bag with her.

"You didn't bring any clothes?" Chen Shiping asked, looking at the bag in Chen Hong's hand that couldn't even hold a single piece of clothing.

Chen Hong blushed and said, "I wanted to come earlier, but I was in a hurry to buy the ticket. The teacher delayed me a little, so I didn't go back to the dormitory to get my luggage."

Chen Shiping looked at her helplessly, but he was extremely happy in his heart. Chen Hong's words made him feel an inexplicable sense of vanity.

"Then we'll buy new ones later and then go to dinner."

Chen Hong nodded happily, and then suddenly asked: "What should I do with the dog?"

Chen Shiping: "." Why did you forget the dog? You are still locked up at home waiting for him to come back.

Chen Shiping hurried back again, planning to leave the dog to Yu Hua to take care of him for the night. He might or might not go home tonight.

In the hotel, Chen Hong looked around the room. She was quite satisfied with the environment here, but she was a little bored. When she saw Chen Shiping's bag left in the room, she couldn't help but open it out of curiosity.

When she saw a stack of novel manuscripts in her bag, Chen Hong's eyes flashed with happiness.

Chen Shiping felt comfortable leaving such an important thing here, which showed his trust in her.

Bored, Chen Hong took out the manuscript and read it to see if Chen Shiping had written another novel and whether it would be adapted into a movie like Xu Sanguan.

Will she also have the opportunity to star? Just like Chen Shiping told her last time, he will take her to win the award next time!

"Red Wall. What a weird name." Chen Hong wondered if the name Chen Shiping had meant something.

It's just that he is talking about himself. He is a young lady, and Tao Huimin is also honest and responsible. Except for Chen Shiping himself, none of them fit the title of the book.

Chen Hong couldn't help but chuckle, and immediately lay on the bed with the manuscript in hand to read.

After reading a few chapters, her face turned red.

(End of this chapter)