reborn perfect male god

Chapter 4
"Who says I can't comment?"

When the five interviewers heard the words, they couldn't help saying coldly: "Then how about this article?"

Lin Ruofeng glanced over the faces of the five interviewers one by one, and said: "The shape is scattered and invisible, the artistic conception is dull, and there is nothing wrong with it, that's all!"

Hearing Lin Ruofeng's words, the faces of the five interviewers changed, and a tinge of anger surged immediately.

"Is this your comment?" the ugly woman said coldly.

"That's right!" Lin Ruofeng nodded.

"Hmph, according to what you're saying, this essay is useless at all?"

"The author puts all his attention on the sentence, which looks beautiful, but has no charm, just blindly moaning without illness; there are also serious biases in the writing style. Although the prose focuses on a word 'prose', it is limited to materials, time, and space. , Techniques, can be freely adjusted and changed according to the needs of the content, but it is not scattered blindly, just like this article, after reading it, I have no idea what I am talking about.”

"It's nonsense. If prose is not scattered, how can it be called prose? The connotation and charm of it is for the reader to experience. If you want to be straightforward, you might as well write a fable!" The ugly woman sneered.

Hearing this, Lin Ruofeng sneered and asked, "Oh? Then, what do you understand from this article?"

"This article talks about it." Asked by Lin Ruofeng, the ugly woman suddenly couldn't continue, because she found that she seemed to only remember the beautiful sentences in "Thinking", but she didn't know what was written.

The faces of the other four interviewers also turned ugly, because they encountered the same problem.

But at this time, Lin Ruofeng smiled lightly and said: "The so-called prose is not blindly pursuing the beauty of sentences and the intangibility of the whole text, but the concentration of form and spirit and profound artistic conception."

"The so-called spiritual gathering mainly refers to the conception of prose, that is, the theme to be expressed in prose must be clear and concentrated. No matter how extensive the content of the prose and how flexible the expression method is, it will all serve to better express the theme."

"The profound artistic conception focuses on expressing the author's life feelings, strong lyricism, and sincere feelings. From one point to the other, from the shallow to the deep, from the real to the virtual, it is written in order to express the true feelings and realize the unity of the object and the self. More far-reaching thoughts enable readers to understand deeper truths. Instead of moaning about illnesses and putting on airs."

What Lin Ruofeng said made the five interviewers dumbfounded, and they couldn't react for a while.

They have never heard of the form and spirit gathering, the profound artistic conception, and the prose is not scattered?Want to get together?This completely subverted their understanding of prose, but they felt that what Lin Ruofeng said made sense, and they couldn't refute it.

Could it be that what I understood before was wrong?
The five interviewers and the man next to him who had been immersed in writing couldn't help raising their heads when they heard Lin Ruofeng's remarks, and listened carefully. Lin Ruofeng's words kept ringing in their minds, and the man was thinking about something.

"Nonsense, the reason why prose is called prose is because of its prose!" The ugly woman said meanly. "You don't learn well at a young age, and you don't know where to put together a bunch of things to fool us. I don't think there is any need for interviews. You can go! There is no need for a 'talent' like you here!"

The ugly woman bit the word "talent" very hard, apparently mocking Lin Ruofeng, and even the other four interviewers nodded slightly.

"I think it's the same. You don't know good or bad. You have no vision. You can't even comment on a beautiful essay. I don't know how many good essays I will ruin when I'm working!" The middle-aged man said coldly.

At the same time, the other three also turned their eyebrows coldly. Lin Ruofeng felt a little uneasy. What he said was the essence of prose summed up by the earth for thousands of years, but was judged as nonsense by this group of "literary scum".

Lin Ruofeng turned around without hesitation, playing the piano to Niu, wasting his tongue.

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Song Yang came in through the small door next to him. Obviously, the previous him had been eavesdropping.

Lin Ruofeng frowned, but still stood still, and turned to look at Song Yang.

Song Yang smiled and said: "Lin Ruofeng, as long as you admit that this "Worrying" is a good article, I will definitely let you stay in the Chaoyang Literature Club if I put it here today!"

Before Lin Ruofeng commented on "Worrying", Song Yang was extremely angry, because he wrote this article.

Song Yang held a grudge when Lin Ruofeng ridiculed the article for being flamboyant before, so he took advantage of this opportunity when Father Lin begged him to give Lin Ruofeng a certain position, and came up with another article that he thought was the best, but it was also criticized as "" Moaning without illness, nothing more than that!"

This is why Song Yang is not angry. You are a cowardly guy who has been rejected 99 times. You can't even support yourself. What qualifications do you have to comment on your article like this?

He must admit it, in public!
Song Yang began to put pressure on Lin Ruofeng with the matter of work.

Hearing Song Yang's words, Lin Ruofeng was taken aback. Why did Song Yang care so much about that essay?Wait, the pseudonym of that worrying article seems to be Song Yang's. Could it be that "Worrying" was written by him?
You are right to think this way, no wonder there is such a big reaction, and you even threaten yourself with a job!

Do you want to admit to yourself that the broken article is a good article?Lin Ruofeng sneered inwardly, and said, "Uncle Song, that article is just a superficial knowledge of prose, it's not a good article!"

Song Yang's whole body seemed to be furry, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, a little fur? So you know prose?"

Seeing Song Yang's expression, Lin Ruofeng was even more sure that "Worrying" was written by him.It's fine for this guy to write poorly, and he is so narrow-minded, as if any article written by him is a good article, but he actually threatens others to force him to praise his article.

Lin Ruofeng's stubborn temper also came up, and said: "I know a little bit, but at least I'm better than the author of "Worrying"!"

Song Yang said angrily: "Okay, well, since this is the case, why don't you write an article on the spot, I want to see how good your article is! If the writing is not very good, then I'm sorry, you are such a high-minded person, our literature club I'm sorry! Go back and explain to your father yourself! Don't blame me for not taking your father's face away!"

It's okay not to mention dad, but when Lin Ruofeng mentions it, she gets angry, remembering that dad got up early in the morning to cook, and braved the cold wind to send a message to him, and the bastard even made himself wait in Cambridge for an hour and a half on purpose!

Lin Ruofeng sneered, and said angrily, "Then Uncle Song Yang, listen up!"

Song Yang was taken aback, what does this mean?
Even the five interviewers behind were stunned. Could it be that this guy really wanted to write an article?What's going on?

Just now.

Lin Ruofeng's voice sounded in the empty interview room: "On the vast sea, dark clouds are gathered by strong winds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels are flying proudly like black lightning."

Lin Ruofeng moved the Earth Gorky's "Petrel" here, and it was just a beginning, and everyone in the house was stunned.

The sound is still going on.

"Stupid penguins timidly hide their obese bodies under the cliff... Only the proud petrels are brave and free to fly over the foaming sea!
The clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the sea, while the waves sang and rushed high to meet the thunder. "

The more you threaten me, the more I will resist. Even if your threat is brewing, I will be like Haiyan, unable to hold back the resistance to the storm, rushing between the clouds and the waves, and shouting bravely .

"Behold, it flies like a spirit, - the proud, black spirit of the storm, - and it laughs, and it howls again... It laughs at the clouds, and it howls with joy! . . .
This sensitive elf,--it has long heard sleepiness from the fury of the thunder, and it is convinced that the dark clouds cannot cover the sun--yes, they cannot! "

As long as he is not afraid and does not compromise, he will eventually achieve something by relying on his strength, Lin Ruofeng does not need to work for it.

Until the end, Lin Ruofeng's voice became more and more high-pitched, and every word fell on Song Yang and the others' ears like five thunders.

"—The storm! The storm is coming! Here is the brave petrel, flying proudly over the roaring sea, amidst the lightning; here is the victorious prophet crying: ?
—Let the storm come more violently!"

PS: The author Bacteria has arrived home!Dear book friends, have you been home for the Chinese New Year yet?
(End of this chapter)