Chapter 97
"Where there!"

Wang Deming acted ashamed, and while pouring water into the cups of Principal Zhang Tianyong and Teacher Lu Qinghuan, he said modestly: "I am also standing on the shoulders of giants."

"This novel is really influenced a lot by Mr. Lao She."

"Plus, I have been studying and staying at my sister's in-laws' house for the past two years. I have witnessed the feudal corruption and backwardness with my own eyes, so I was inspired to start writing."

“Fortunately, I gained something.”

"Well, it turns out that revolutionary literature and art must be based on life." Principal Zhang was very pleased. He looked at this most outstanding student since he became the principal with joy and praised him: "Especially since you didn't go to college," pointing to the bookshelf, "you still persisted in studying."

“This is good, very good!”

"Old Lu, now we can both put our minds at ease and no longer have to worry about De Ming wasting his talent and "hurting Zhong Yong"!"

Lu Qinghuan adjusted his glasses and was also very satisfied with Wang Deming's performance. He smiled warmly, waved his hand downwards and said, "Deming, don't bother anymore. Come and sit down."

"The person opposite has already had a bellyful of tea."

After Wang Deming sat down, Lu Qinghuan apologized to him first: "Alas, Deming, I didn't do my job well and didn't care about you enough."

"If only I could have gotten one more spot, I could have kept you as a teacher at No. 5 Middle School!"

"If I had done my job more carefully, I would have recommended you to Director Bao of Renmin University and allowed you to enter the university without taking the entrance exam. I believe that if you were to study at Renmin University now, you would have greater achievements in the future!"

"if."

Wang Deming quickly interrupted, "Teacher Lu, please don't blame yourself. I have repeatedly told you before that my future wish is to be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

If you go down, I won't be able to respond. You are a special teacher.
"Mr. Lu Xun gave up medicine and turned to writing because of the turmoil and corruption of the country, using his pen as a sword and gun in the hope of awakening the sleeping people."

"I was fortunate to grow up under the red flag and live in a peaceful era. Compared to being a literary writer, I think being a doctor, solving illnesses and curing diseases is more beneficial to the country and the people."

Wang Deming was so moved by these words that tears welled up in his eyes. But a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: why did Mr. Yu Hua give up medicine to pursue literature?

Is it really just to be able to sleep until noon? To dream until you wake up naturally?

Mr. Yu Hua, please at least find a noble, honorable and just excuse.
Lu Qinghuan's eyes were also red, and he suppressed his excitement. His voice was trembling, and he sighed with relief: "Well, Deming, but the teacher hopes that you will continue to persist in writing."

"You have this talent, so don't waste it."

“Doctors heal people’s bodies, but literature heals people’s spirits!”

"That's right!" Principal Zhang nodded in agreement and sighed, "Not all of our country's writers have attended university."

"As long as you have a heart that strives for the revolutionary cultural cause;"

"As long as you have a firm proletarian and positive ideological stance;"

"As long as we have the idea of ​​continuing to serve the broad masses of workers and peasants"

"What does it matter whether you go to college or not?"

Lu Qinghuan adjusted his glasses and chuckled, "Haha, Lao Zhang, you're spreading the same theories you used at the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University in Yan'an again!"

Principal Zhang's face straightened and he criticized sternly: "Old Lu, I suggest you read Chairman Mao's speech at the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art carefully!"

“Literary works have always written about both light and darkness, half and half.” This contains many confused ideas. Literary works have not always been like this. Many petty-bourgeois writers have never found light, and their works only expose darkness, which is called "exposure literature." "Only truly revolutionary artists can correctly solve the problem of praising and exposing. All dark forces that harm the masses must be exposed, and all revolutionary struggles of the masses must be praised. This is the basic task of revolutionary artists.”

"The masses of the people also have shortcomings, and these shortcomings should be overcome through criticism and self-criticism among the people. For the people, it is basically a question of educating and improving them. Unless they are counter-revolutionary artists and writers."

"Deming, I hope you will continue to move forward in this direction!"

Wang Deming immediately sat up straight and answered loudly: "Understood!"

Principal Zhang was very satisfied with Wang Deming's attitude. Seeing this, he regained his relaxed smile, waved his hand and said, "Haha, Deming, relax. There's no need to be so formal. We are just chatting privately, not shouting slogans in a meeting. I'm just giving you a little reminder. You've done very well."

"But the issue of stance is fundamental. You are still young, and I am worried that you don't have enough knowledge on certain issues, and you may occasionally have wavering thoughts and ideas."

“And thus reflected in literary works.”

"This is extremely dangerous!"

After turning his head to look at Lv Qinghuan, Principal Zhang leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice to reveal to Wang Deming: "Deming, although you are a writer, you have never joined the Writers Association, so you are not considered a member of the literary and artistic world. I don't know what happened recently?"

"The reform and study activities of the literary and art circles in the second half of this year have been severely criticized by the higher authorities!"

"It is because I have gradually lost my ideals over a long period of time and blurred my class stance!"

Afterwards, Principal Zhang sat up straight, picked up the teacup and took a sip, observing Wang Deming's reaction after hearing the news with the corner of his eye.

But this kid Wang Deming didn't react at all?

Just blinking and blinking, looking at me with clear and expectant eyes, as if I wanted to hear what happened next?

Did this guy not understand? Or did he just turn a blind eye to the matter?

Principal Zhang put down his teacup, coughed lightly, and asked, "Deming, what do you think?"

How do I watch it? I sit and watch it!
Little did they know that Wang Deming was shocked when he heard the news just now, so he pretended to want to continue listening to the subsequent gossip to cover it up.

Why did it start at this time?
Is it the influence of this little butterfly myself or has it happened in history?

Wasn’t it in 64 that criticism of the literary and art circles and local associations occurred?
I became a plagiarist just to establish my reputation and make some visible money so that I can have an excuse to spend money.
I'm actually not that great. I talk about ideology, but actually, I'm all about business.

If being a plagiarist is so risky, shouldn't I cut my losses in time?
Wang Deming glanced at the manuscript of "To Live" that was held in Principal Zhang's hand again. His mind raced, and he answered loudly and righteously: "Principal Zhang, our class stand must be firm!"

“Revolutionary struggle must be remembered!”

“The target audience must be clear!”

"Hmm." Principal Zhang raised the corner of his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

I must write this off in my report this year!

Since I was assigned to be the principal of No. 5 Middle School, I have successfully cultivated such outstanding students!
This is my revolutionary successor!

Principal Zhang tightly grasped the manuscript in his hand, waved it in front of Wang Deming's eyes, and asked anxiously, "Deming, how many words do you plan to write in this novel? How long will it take to finish it?"

(End of this chapter)