sinovels Chapter 27 Under the Fame
Chapter 27 Under the Fame
It's not being pretentious.
Yu Zhen started working hard on his creative work last winter, with the sole purpose of having a formal and "legal" identity so that he could live a free and stable life.
He wanted to make a name for himself in the literary world.
But he never thought of it.
To live under the spotlight of the entire nation's attention.
Indeed, it's lonely at the top.
I am just an ordinary person. Being praised too much will inevitably lead to obstacles in everything I do in the future.
Moreover, the current era is only the end of the 1970s, and the 1980s have not yet begun.
How can we explain this special historical juncture?
Saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new, carrying on the past and opening up the future, openness and freedom, courageous exploration, and liberation of thought are all its positive aspects.
However, at the same time, it is also accompanied by a considerable degree of chaos and uncertainty, with good and bad mixed together.
Two trends, old and new, are intertwining and clashing.
The collective so-called reflection on trauma and the consciousness of correcting wrongdoing are the absolute mainstream in the current literary scene.
To put it bluntly, he was an outlier in the literary world, the most unique and the most vulnerable to being attacked by a group of dissidents.
The current favorable situation is simply due to his sudden and overwhelming emergence, which has created too much buzz and momentum.
The speed of its rise was too fast.
Many people didn't even have time to react or criticize him.
He is also an outstanding modern poet.
Another outstanding story writer who has made his story popular.
There is also another unique long-running science fiction serial novel...
Such a display of force is far too aggressive.
So much so that before the group of nitpickers could even emerge, he had already, with the help of many, suddenly risen to the top of the literary world, gaining immense fame and renown.
This is due to his current absolute advantage.
No matter what.
The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.
His sudden and outstanding performance has resulted in a situation where, despite his seemingly glamorous exterior, there are likely countless scheming individuals wielding magnifying glasses, ready to unleash their full potential.
Without a doubt, he could sense the sinister malice lurking beneath the surface.
Don't forget, when he came to Shanghai by train, it was only because he diligently studied "Story Collection" with a copy of the magazine in his hand that he offended those two literary association cadres, and they made things difficult for him in all sorts of sarcastic and bizarre ways.
Such petty and scheming people are best at creating cliques, forming so-called groups for mutual support and excluding dissidents, and regarding their own values and beliefs as so-called industry benchmarks and standards.
These kinds of people cannot all die out at once.
No one has yet spoken out in public to attack, slander, or smear China, nor has anyone launched any attacks or smear campaigns.
It's not that they've reformed.
However, they haven't found an opportunity to strike yet.
But looking at the long term, conflict and suppression are things that will happen sooner or later.
Once one's power weakens, or if one is truly caught red-handed for having "unhealthy ideological tendencies" in one's work, then one will inevitably face an overwhelming and insidious cover-up.
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"The yin and yang are mismatched!"
"Seriously, I'm not mentally prepared at all for the national fame I'll experience..."
"How did he become a cultural celebrity so quickly, like a rocket...?"
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Before I knew it, I had arrived at the Bund by bicycle.
Yu Zhen composed himself and began to carefully observe the scenery.
It's the weekend, and the streets are packed with people.
But it's alright, there's no internet and no cameras everywhere.
Even if they are already so-called cultural celebrities.
At least his private photos weren't published in newspapers.
So even if you're pushing your bicycle through the crowds on the Bund, you don't have to worry about being recognized and surrounded by onlookers.
As the saying goes, seeing the scenery is not as good as hearing about it. Before traveling through time, many old movies depicted the Bund and the Bund of Shanghai as magnificent and luxurious. However, when you actually come here and see the scenery with your own eyes, you don't feel anything special.
Perhaps it's because I'm not in the mood to appreciate beautiful scenery right now!
Across the street, I briefly admired the row of old European-style Western buildings that house the Peace Hotel.
Then I lost the desire to continue browsing.
Let's just find a place to eat something!
If sightseeing isn't interesting, it's still necessary to treat yourself to a good meal.
What? !
How about having a meal at the Peace Hotel?!
Yu Zhen pursed his lips and didn't go looking for that uncomfortable person.
That place is a high-end venue specifically used to entertain foreign guests and earn foreign exchange for the country.
As an ordinary citizen, he wasn't entirely barred from entering or leaving the premises.
But to enter, you have to show your ID and have a letter of introduction. You also have to be well-dressed and present a presentable appearance.
Moreover, once inside the restaurant, only Chinese people are allowed to enter the dining area.
In short, going through that door for a meal not only costs a lot of money, but also means receiving only second-rate service...
He must be mentally ill.
Anyone who goes there will be met with disdainful looks.
"Hey, comrade, could you do me a favor?"
Just as Yu Zhen was feeling depressed and was about to get on his bike and leave,
Suddenly, a young girl came running up from the riverbank.
They were still seven or eight steps apart when, perhaps seeing that Yu Zhen was about to leave, the other person hurriedly waved and called out to him.
Yu Zhen stopped and took a look. She was a very beautiful girl, who looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, like a student.
If a young woman suddenly approaches you, what's the point of resisting or ignoring her?
Once the other person got closer, he asked疑惑地问道, "Help? How can I help you?"
The young woman smiled sweetly and pointed towards the riverbank.
There were also several other young men and women over there.
Seeing her point, the young men and women raised their hands to greet her, their youthful faces radiating enthusiasm.
"Comrade, we are art students from the Academy of Fine Arts, here to sketch by the river. Our teacher assigned us this as homework, asking us to randomly find passersby and do sketches by the river... Well, you can think of it as us taking your picture by the river with our paintbrushes. But don't worry, we won't charge you. Also, after we're done, you can choose the best one to take home..."
Yu Zhen was a little speechless. She was such a pretty girl, how could she just casually spout such nonsense!
What a convenient "Don't worry, I won't charge you" statement.
When you hire a model for a sketch, you should pay the model.
Is this because they think I'm young, or because they realize I'm not a local and easy to fool, so they're planning to use a sketch to trick me out of most of my day?
"Little sister, when you're doing your portrait sketching assignment, you need to find an elderly person with a weathered face and rich facial features. If you find me, a young person, I can finish it in just a few strokes, reducing your workload by at least half. The teacher will scold you for slacking off on your assignment later!"
So are you sure you still want me to be your model?
Upon hearing Yu Zhen speak in such professional terms, the young woman's expression froze instantly, her pretty face flushed bright red, and her earrings seemed to turn into sparkling, blood-red gemstones in an instant.
She smiled awkwardly, unsure how to explain it.
Could it be that, to be frank, I was just persuaded by my classmates to draw a handsome young man today, and we happened to see him pushing a cart by, and his image perfectly matched everyone's taste?
So she volunteered to strike up a conversation...