Xia Hongjun quickly recalled that he had never seen this girl in this life or before traveling through time.

reader?

"I am Xia Hongjun, who are you?"

The girl smiled shyly and introduced herself: "My name is Wei Hui. I am studying in Fuhua Chinese Department. I like the poems you wrote."

Wei Hui?

Xia Hongjun heard this name.

A post-70s writer, her representative work is the controversial "Shanghai Baby". Her semi-autobiographical novel was published around the millennium, triggering great controversy in the Chinese literary world, becoming popular among the younger generation in China, and attracting international media reports.

Xia Hongjun also secretly bought this book because of curiosity. He remembered that the cover was a photo of Wei Hui's big head. Her long hair fell on both sides, and her black eyes looked straight at the readers.

right!

It should be just eyes!

It would be impolite to keep staring at a girl, and of course Xia Hongjun did not dare to be completely sure that this Wei Hui was the other Wei Hui.

But, is this important?

Since they were their own readers, of course they had to talk a few words, so the three of them stood on the street and chatted. Wei Hui heard that Xia Hongjun would go to Fuhua lectures in a few days, so she was very happy to say that she would definitely listen to it when the time comes.

"Class Wei Hui, do you like the poem I wrote the most?" Xia Hongjun asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Tell the truth?"

"certainly."

"Many of my classmates like your song "In the Mirror", "Spring" and "Passenger", but I like your song "Traveling through Most of China to Sleep You" the most."

My God!

After hearing the girl's words, Xia Hongjun was sure that this Wei Hui was the other Wei Hui.

It’s because of that book “Shanghai Baby”!

The book describes the lingering relationship between foreign couples and exploring female lust. The excessive sensitivity of the phenomenon is like love, sucking, sex, etc., and it was soon banned.

The girl in front of me who looks graceful and classical Chinese beauty already has the seeds of madness in her heart, otherwise she could write such a book?

However, it is still worth mentioning this book. The writing technique is obviously influenced by the American writer Henry Miller. The image of the younger generation of women that can be interpreted and analyzed is shown in it. We can see that she and Zhang Ailing and Wang Anyi’s Shanghai are both broken into it, and at the same time, they also add the unique experience of this generation of young people.

It's just not the dish of Xia Hongjun.

After standing on the street with two girls and chatting for a while, they said goodbye to each other. Xia Hongjun called a taxi and went straight to the guesthouse where he lived. In the car, he was thinking about his chance encounter tonight.

Wei Hui was born in the 1970s. When this generation of female writers gradually emerged in the literary world, a magazine planned the "Special Account of Female Writers Born in the 1970s" at the end of this century and thus a resounding group: "Beautiful Writers".

Including Wei Hui, Mianmian, Annie Baby, etc....

The youth novels familiar to a generation of young people, such as "Shanghai Baby", "Lalala", "Farewell to Via An", "July and Ansheng", are all written by them.

Among them, several of them live in the metropolis in front of them.

This city full of vitality and desire, open and lonely.

Among the older generation, there are female writers such as Wang Anyi, Chen Danyan, and Cheng Naishan who are still active in the literary world. What’s strange is that few male writers are famous.

Does that really correspond to the word? Yin is strong and Yang is weak?

However, tomorrow the Xia Hongjun visited a male poet, Chen Dongdong, who was the matchmaker of the Xia Hongjun coming to Shencheng to give a poetry lecture in colleges and universities.

Chen Dongdong was a poet active in the poetry world in the 1980s. He graduated from Shencheng Normal University and founded the "Sea" poetry school with poets Wang Yin, Meng Lang, Liu Manliu and others.

They wrote in their art interpretation: "Someone walks on the sea. We are."

It declared that "poetry has appeared, and skills have gradually disappeared from our hands. We are all terriblely lonely... hiding in every corner of the city, writing poetry, and using such a language carefully."

Xia Hongjun read Chen Dongdong's poems, which are very beautiful:

Light is also a growing plant, watered by rain

Open after nightfall

Our dreams

Light is like every fragrant tree, converging the wind

Let us in its shadow

Sleeping

.....

.....

Chen Dongdong's "Summer Light".

This poem also won the second prize of the second Yanshan Poetry Award last year, but he himself did not go to Chengdu to receive the prize.

When Xia Hongjun and his team wanted to hold a few poetry lectures in Shencheng, they contacted Chen Dongdong and explained their purpose, Chen Dongdong happily agreed to help him contact the university, so today's Shencheng team came into being.

Early the next morning, Xia Hongjun finished breakfast in the guesthouse and took a rented-out location to find the Swallow Alley located in an old city according to the address left by Chen Dongdong.

The gray-white wall, covered with green moss marks, was lightly bluish by the sun, with a little crab yellow, and the three colors are combined like an abstract oil painting.

Two windows were opened on the wall facing the street. One up and one after another, those living upstairs could pick out a bamboo pole from the window, reaching to the opposite eaves without any obstacles, hanging on top of them, hanging on the airfield, watching the people below walk around.

Xia Hongjun walked carefully under the bamboo pole, walked through the alley, and walked into a yard.

This is a typical courtyard in Shencheng, a bit like Shikumen. It is surrounded by two red brick and green tiles. There is a small patio in the middle and a grape trellis, but the leaves have just sprouted.

Chen Dongdong's family lived in a rental house on the second floor. When Xia Hongjun knocked on the door, Chen Dongdong opened the door and walked out.

He looked about thirty years old, wearing a suit and glasses, and was very thin, which was the first impression he left on Xia Hongjun.

After Xia Hongjun introduced himself, Chen Dongdong laughed and enthusiastically invited him into the house. The house was a little messy, and many pots and pans were placed on the ground.

Chen Dongdong seemed a little embarrassed and said that the house was small and there was no way to do it. His lover took the child to kindergarten. He took leave this morning to wait. He was a teacher in a high school in Shencheng.

Xia Hongjun smiled and said it was okay.

In fact, it is not surprising that he has seen it. The poets are not in a good situation now. For example, Luo Yihe and his parents are crowded in a small courtyard, and Gomei has always lived in the single dormitory of his unit.

Poetry can only bring spiritual pleasure now but not material wealth.

The two of them exchanged a few simple greetings and talked about this poetry lecture. Chen Dongdong spoke softly and said, "It seems that he is very slow, but the heart of Xia Hongjun can't understand it."

"I helped you contact three lectures, in Fuhua, East China Normal University and my alma mater, Shencheng Normal University. I communicated with the leaders of the Youth League Committee of the three schools. They all welcomed you to the school lectures." Chen Dongdong said and laughed: "Why don't they welcome the winners of Mao Dun Literature Award?"

Xia Hongjun also laughed: "But this time I don't talk about novels, I only talk about poetry."

"Poetry is also very good. Poetry was popular in novels back then. You don't know that the poetry competition was a hot school-level event in major universities, and it was even more popular than the current singer competition. We poets often wandered among the universities in Shanghai, haha, and had a meal everywhere." Chen Dongdong said, as if the grand occasion was vivid in his mind.

"Look at... why do I always like to talk about the past?" Chen Dongdong came to his senses, "The past will never come back."

This topic is a bit sad. Xia Hongjun didn't want to talk about it anymore. He suddenly saw a collection of poems on the table and took it over.

"Southern Poetry"
Chapter completed!