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Volume 1 Chapter 18 Youth is the silence of the dead and the dead

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    Chapter 18: Youth is a dead end.

    The winter thunder exploded!

    Chen Yang, a fool who has trouble standing and speaking, and who is suspected of pretending to be a tiger, has a calm tone, without any stagnation. It is pitiful that Fang Qiang, who has put in so much effort and almost perfect performance, was shocked beyond measure by these words.  , being frightened into a cold sweat by this "illiterate" with a silly hat on his head.

    It's a pity that a certain beast seemed to know the trick of adding insult to injury better than him. He didn't give him a chance to breathe at all. He chased him fiercely and bombarded him: "Any work that is labeled as a masterpiece is just the author telling a good story."  . Any work that is promoted by those in power tells a story that caters to the current political situation, but it has undoubtedly become a shameless flattery and a stupid story. Any work that is blocked,  They are all extremely miserable, because the media is in the hands of those with power, but they never abandon their conscience and criticize the shamelessness of a society to the core. This is the backbone of a literary man."

    Fang Qiang¡¯s face turned blue and white, and he was very embarrassed.

    This is a naked slap in the face.

    Chen Yang glanced at the "teacher" who was no longer arrogant, sneered in his heart, and said quickly and in a pure Beijing accent: "Guo Yu and Tolstoy are a good example of this; one must stand on the  On the side of justice, on the side of human civilization and culture, like garbage, he was expelled from the country and became a sinner who was alienated from the French people and had no good end; an old man who tried his best to expose the sins and ugliness of the Tsarist era and fought with conscience and morality all his life;  Just as he wanted to express in "Anna Karenina"; true love is replaced by hypocrisy and indifference."

    Wang Yanchun bit her lips tightly, her eyes sparkling. This beauty had seen too many weird and bizarre scenes in the Four-Nine City circle, but comparing them one by one, Chen Yang's amazing move at this moment made her even more excited.  Fascinated.

    At this moment, the guy talking freely in front of me is simply a murderous maniac and extremely domineering.

    Fang Qiang, who had no trace of arrogance on his face, was trembling. While he was in disbelief, he was trying to find even a little flaw in Chen Yang's words to counterattack.

    But he regretfully found that these words were impeccable.

    Chen Yang gently put down the chalk in his hand, smiled brightly, looked at the "teacher" who had no confidence, and said in a calm tone: "I want to compare two figures again, these are Balzac and Napoleon; one conquers the world with the edge of his sword;  A man who attempted to use his pen to complete what Bonaparte the Great had not completed with his sword; he did it because the characters he wrote were greedy, hateful, ambitious, and stingy, but the world he conquered was a spiritual world that will last forever.  It is impossible to compete with a great man who tries to conquer the world with his sword; we can see this in Goethe. The immortal German literary giant finally succumbed to the sword of the strong man. Even if the strong man ended in tragedy, he  Conquered the world. Therefore, the so-called literature, the so-called meaning, the so-called ideal, the so-called life, and the so-called everything are actually serving politics and are controlled by the strong. And the so-called literary backbone, in the face of power, only has two  The end result is either broken into pieces or a cartilage of bones."

    Chen Yang picked up the chalk again and wrote twelve big characters on the blackboard: "Politics equals everything, power is supreme!"

    Finally, Chen Yang sneered and said to the point: "So, any work that is roasted on the fire by those in control and becomes popular is actually telling a shameless story for those in power; only a few are left behind by those who are latecomers.  , Only by crowning a great work from the perspective of an onlooker can it be immortal, because only the ugliest things written into the depths of a person¡¯s soul will hurt!¡±

    There was no room left for Fang Qiang, just like a murderer who left no trace behind for himself or the enemy.

    That sentence "It hurts" really pierced Fang Qiang's heart.

    Chen Yang didn¡¯t look at that moment, the shocking scene, nor Wang Yanchun¡¯s radiant eyes. He simply walked out of the room without any sloppiness.

    And Chen Yang was hit twice by Fang Qiang. He was mute and couldn't tell the pain. His heart was stabbed deeply. No blood was seen, no flesh was hurt, but it was very painful. This is probably the so-called retribution.  Bar!

    And Chen Yang, who had cut off two swords, walked so crisply, walked so freely, and walked like a jade tree in the wind.  It was all caused by his narrow-mindedness and incompetence, so when he slapped the guy loudly and then walked out of the room very neatly, it really shocked a certain cabbage, and he even felt that he was quite capable.  Killing one person and leaving no trace behind is a heroic demeanor, but since ancient times, "prawns" have not had a good ending. They were either plotted by villains and the tragedy ended. When they died, the woman either ran away with the person or was turned around again. It was tragic and heroic.  Extremely.

    ??Chen Yang is not a hero, and he has never thought of becoming a blockbuster. He only blames the "teacher"He was domineering, so he stood in the yard and looked at Fang Qiang, who was extremely resentful and had a gloomy face as he stumbled away.

    He could predict that Fang Qiang would stir up trouble in front of Bai Rong, and his "idiot" would be exposed in advance; but Chen Yang felt that the chance of this was not high, because Fang Qiang was a beast with a scholar's backbone, and it was impossible to be powerful enough to defeat him.  The humiliating act is exactly what it is, with added embarrassment. After all, being slapped in the face by a fool is not a glorious thing, not to mention that this guy relies on his face for a living. Maybe, at this moment, Fang Qiang is just trying to cover up the slap.  Where's the bad thing?

    Therefore, although Chen Yang felt a little uneasy, he did not panic. He took out a cigarette, squatted in the corner of the yard, and puffed away smoke. After all, he had already been slapped in the face, and the outcome was not at all affected by him.

    But the cigarette didn¡¯t last long before it was stubbed out by Wang Yanchun who rushed out of the room.

    Chen Yang rolled his eyes at her angrily.

    Wang Yanchun had a look of resentment on her face, which made people feel distressed, especially her radiant eyes, which were looking at Chen Yang and twinkling, as if Chen Yang had pulled her out of her virginity, and then was ruthless and ruthless.  abandoned her.

    Chen Yang, who was confused, had to take out another cigarette and continued to smoke, preparing to face a storm.

    "Why?" Wang Yanchun stared at him. For some reason, she pretended to accuse him. Was she worried about him or because she hated this guy for being unable to keep his temper? Anyway, she rushed out in a hot-headed manner, and her purpose was even for herself.  I don't know, I just want to take a good look at this guy who made a big splash just now.

    "Why why?" Chen Yang was confused, scratched his head and continued to smoke by himself.

    "Don't you know that this is a dead end?" Wang Yanchun hated her for not living up to expectations, but she was slightly worried in her heart.

    Chen Yang rolled his eyes at her unhappily, typical of fighting to the death, and said in an extremely domineering way: "Youth is like a life and death situation, and the same blood flows in the inexplicable water."

    Wang Yanchun sneered.

    "You don't understand me, just like you never understand why Qiu chases Dong." Chen Yang grinned.

    Wang Yanchun tilted her cute head and stared at him.

    Chen Yang smiled slightly, slowly finished his cigarette, patted his butt and stood up, turned around and left.  When he was about to reach the door, the guy suddenly turned back, grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and said: "A person who is confident enough to be a martyr will not lower his proud head even in front of the truth. This is also  Why, smart people are always jealous of fools. So I don¡¯t think this is a dead end. If you don¡¯t believe it, just wait and see.¡±

    Wang Yanchun quickly chewed and digested these words and remained silent.

    The great man has disappeared in front of the door.

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