The literary era since 1979

Chapter 199 Whose Guangdong Army Are You?

"classmates!"

"That's all for today's class, dismissed!"

After speaking in dialect for more than two hours, he drank some water to moisten his throat.

Unexpectedly, there was no thunderous applause, but instead a burst of "ahh ...

No, Teacher Fang!

How can it end here?

Keep going! I love learning! Learning makes me happy!

Lin Xianzhi had the same idea, and heard the students who were still not satisfied standing up and loudly trying to stop him:
"Teacher Fang, can you tell us more?"

"Yes, yes, tell us more about martial arts novels."

"There are also martial arts and eastern Guangdong culture. How can we better express the 'roots' of eastern Guangdong literature in novels?"

"........."

Just now you thought martial arts were ugly, but now you treat them as treasures and bombard them with all kinds of questions.

"Students, please be quiet, be quiet."

Fan Hansheng stepped forward and said that Huacheng had already discussed with Teacher Fang that they would give three classes to the novel writing class. Today was only the first day, and lectures would continue in the next two days.

"Long live Teacher Fang!"

Everyone was surprised and delighted, and they applauded and cheered.

The sound was deafening, so loud that it almost blew the roof off.

Fangyan waved and left the classroom.

Fan Hansheng sighed as he walked along the corridor:
"I didn't understand what 'born knowledge' meant before, but now I understand. Teacher Fang, you are so young, how come you know so many things? You even know about Mr. Lu Xun, Mr. Lao She, and the martial arts novels he wrote. I didn't expect you to know them all."

"You said I knew it by nature."

Fangyan suppressed his smile and said, "It was just a joke. Actually, I have to thank my teacher for his careful teaching."

"A good teacher produces good students."

Fan Hansheng and Lin Xianzhi looked at each other and believed it without a doubt.

I sincerely sighed in my heart, he is truly worthy of being called Mr. Mao!
"Teacher Fang, I have a question."

Lin Xianzhi said: "It's just that your definition and understanding of martial arts is different from the previous views and arguments in the literary world."

"Because these concepts are still stuck in the old-school martial arts novels of the Republic of China, but things are different now. Whether it's "Wulin" or your "Huacheng", the martial arts novels introduced from Hong Kong, I personally think they should be called "new-school martial arts novels."

Fangyan walked down the stairs slowly.

"I have read several books about the old school of the Republic of China and the new school of Hong Kong. What is the difference between the old and new schools?"

Fan Hansheng asked: "Is it the difference between eras and regions?"

"Of course not. The difference between the old and new schools is..."

Fangyan was about to continue speaking when a voice suddenly came out.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Xianzhi couldn't wait to take out the notebook from his bag. The pages were filled with words.

"You won't be afraid of falling if you go down the stairs like this."

Fangyan said, "Don't worry, I will talk about these tomorrow."

"That's really great!"

Lin Xianzhi grinned.

"One is the content. Most of the old-school martial arts novels either serve the court and praise the court's lackeys, or they are about the struggle for supremacy, revenge, and treasure grabbing between sects and families, and they lack positive values. However, the new-school novels are full of positive concepts such as patriotism, nation, and justice."

Talk fluently in dialect.

Another is form. Liang Yusheng, Jin Yong and others absorbed many Western literary techniques, such as stream of consciousness and montage.

"That's right!"

"You're right!"

Fan Hansheng followed his train of thought and his eyes lit up.

"Martial arts novels are not as simple as playing with swords and guns."

Fang Yan said: "From ancient times to the present, whether it is Confucian heroes, Buddhist heroes, or Taoist heroes, they all have a sense of national sentiment in their bones. Only this simple national concept and moral values ​​full of chivalrous spirit can win the favor of readers."

Fan Hansheng said with emotion: "I think this is also the reason why the new style of Hong Kong martial arts is so popular in eastern Guangdong."

"That's just one of the reasons."

Fangyan said: "Also in terms of culture."

"You mean 'Cantonese style'?"

Lin Xianzhi frowned.

Although we cannot say that "oranges grown in the south of the Huai River are oranges, while those grown in the north of the Huai River are tangerines", the different cultural soils will naturally produce very different fruits. And how can the "roots" of Hong Kong literature and the "roots" of eastern Guangdong literature be the same?

It’s smaller, the layout is smaller!

Fang Yan smiled and said, "In fact, whether it is the 'roots' of Hong Kong literature or the 'roots' of Guangdong literature, they are just side roots."

"Lateral roots? Then what do you think is the main root of this culture?" Fan Hansheng felt itchy in his heart.

Fangyan reminded him, "Just now I mentioned 'Huang Feihong' in class. He is a great master of Lingnan martial arts. He is committed to promoting the quintessence of Chinese culture and revitalizing Lingnan martial arts."

Lin Xianzhi blurted out, "You are talking about Lingnan culture!"

Fangyan said: "That's right. We should not limit the roots of literature to our own land, but should look at the culture of the entire Chinese nation and region. Isn't Lingnan culture the common historical and cultural foundation of Guangdong, Hong Kong and Macao?"

Fan Hansheng was even more shocked because he could understand it.

All of a sudden, the landscape of the literary world in eastern Guangdong was expanded!

"This 'Lingnan style' and Lingnan literature will be the second and third lessons I will teach this group of students tomorrow."

Fangyan gave a mysterious smile.

This is not about starting from scratch and creating a new He Liansheng.

Instead, just like integrating He Liansheng, Haohaobang, Xinji, Hongxing, Dongxing and others into one gang, the "roots" of Hong Kong literature, East Guangdong literature, Hakka literature, and West Guangxi literature are all deeply rooted in the same soil of Lingnan culture.

This collection is called Lingnan Literature!
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On the first day, the students in the novel writing class had their minds broadened and benefited greatly, and the same was true on the second day.

The breakthrough of thought is the same as the opening up of culture. Start by opening up the situation step by step, small steps at a time.

Next, it’s a matter of opening a whole door from a small crack, which cannot be accomplished in three days and three classes.

But no matter what, concepts such as "the roots of literature", "martial arts culture", and "Lingnan literature" have severely impacted everyone's existing cognition and pointed out a new literary avenue.

Teacher Fang's literary beacon has also pointed out several clear paths for the future direction of "Huacheng".

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

As Fangyan announced the end of the last class, the whole class gave the warmest applause.

Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years!

Just as Fang Yan was signing autographs for the students, Lin Xianzhi's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Teacher Fang, can I take a few photos of you?"

"Uh, okay."

Fangyan stood up and faced the camera with a calm demeanor.

Lin Xianzhi clicked the shutter button several times.

Fang Yan asked, "Are you going to use this for publicity?"

"That's right, Mr. Fang."

Lin Xianzhi said: "We want to publish your photos and your lectures in Huacheng."

Fan Hansheng added, "It's on the front page of the literary theory section."

"Teacher Fang, could you please go to another place and take a few more photos?" Lin Xianzhi said that they planned to select the appropriate ones from these photo materials and publish them in two issues.

"Two issues?"

The dialect was somewhat unexpected. Huacheng Magazine had obtained my consent in advance and agreed that except for the theory of "The Roots of Literature", all other articles could be published, but I did not expect them to publish it this way.

Fan Hansheng said embarrassedly that Huacheng was afraid of being poor.

I would like to split a good manuscript into two pieces, but Teacher Fang has so many amazing literary viewpoints and theories, and putting them all in one issue is not only a waste, it is a complete disgrace!

"Editor-in-Chief Fan, you are too kind."

The dialect was both funny and sad.

"Not serious at all."

Fan Hansheng said in embarrassment: "To be honest, I have received so many good things from Teacher Fang this time. Logically, I should not have any unreasonable expectations, but I still can't help but ask, Teacher Fang, can you please write an article for our Huacheng?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Fangyan.

At this moment, Lin Xianzhi's eyes were burning and his heart was pounding.

Ever since Fang Yan proposed "Lingnan Literature", not only him, but the entire Huacheng Publishing House has been obsessed with it.

If nothing unexpected happens, when Huacheng, which publishes the views of "Lingnan Literature", is published, the entire literary world in eastern Guangdong will be shocked.

This is not just a matter of "Huacheng" wanting to make progress, but the entire Guangdong literary army wants to make progress too much!
"I'll think about it carefully."

Fangyan neither agreed nor refused.

After all, I always remember that I still owe my younger sister a martial arts novel.

Fan Hansheng expressed his understanding. After all, Teacher Fang had a lot to do, and he would be invited by the leaders of eastern Guangdong to be the guest of honor.

The group left the classroom and came to the publishing house's cafeteria, where there was a rich variety of dishes and plenty of drinks, specially prepared for Fangyan.

They came up one after another to toast, and their words were full of admiration, like a surging river, endless.

However, it has not yet reached the point where it is like the Yellow River flooding, which is out of control.

After all, Yuan Datou trained his troops at Xiaozhan for nearly three years.

It has only been three days since General Fang assembled his troops in Huacheng.

However, in time, this literary army of Guangdong, both the people and their pens, will sooner or later be named "Fang"!
At that time, whose path will you follow?

Fang Xiaojiang's path!
Whose soldiers are you?

General Fang’s soldiers!
(End of this chapter)