"Deng Shoufu has sent word to literati everywhere that he is going to hold a literary exchange meeting. I hope you can participate."
Wen Yuheng paused for half a second, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the worn skin lines on the medicine bag. Without raising his eyelids, his tone was as cold as ice condensed under the eaves: "I won't go."
Wang Xinhe felt anxious. She stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve. Her voice suddenly rose, with uncontrollable anxiety and indignation: "Do you know what is going on now? Cai Denghui and his son are causing a big split in Yizhou. Ni Bengui openly shouted, 'If something happens to Yizhou, it's because I, Ni Bengui, have something to do', trying to stop us with force." They have achieved reunification, and Mei Guolao is behind it - the situation in Yizhou is already in danger! How many people can you save by guarding your Jishi Medical Center all day long when the country is in danger? Are you still the same Wen Yuheng who was so angry that the people who broke up the country were so angry?
Her voice was as clear as a stone dropped into boiling water, and the surrounding area was silent for a moment. The farmer carrying the vegetable load put down his pole, the stall owner holding the candy man stopped, and even the children who were chasing him stopped. The eyes of the street vendors suddenly focused on the two of them.
Wen Yuheng frowned, raised his hand and gently broke away from her hand, his eyebrows pressed with a hint of impatience. He turned his face sideways and looked at the neatly arranged dry moxa on the roadside medicine stall, and said in a calm voice: "You don't have to yell at me. These so-called literati have to take care of these things. What does it have to do with me? I'm just a Chinese medicine doctor who treats people."
Wang Xinhe looked at his cold side face, her chest was filled with breath, and she sighed heavily, her tone full of disappointment: "Forget about those literati! Today's literary world has long lost half of the spirit of serving the country and the people. They are linked to businessmen. Then, they went so far as to say, "Human nature in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods is no different from today's," completely denying the hard work of literary masters of all ages in transforming national character. It's better to expect sows to climb trees!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sound of agreement from the crowd of onlookers.
A man in shorts in the front row said "Hi" and answered, "That's right! Let's talk about our literary chairman Zhen Pingtu, and our vice chairman Mo Shen. In order to curry favor with Zhen Pingtu, Mo Shen insisted that his daughter Zhen Qianqian's poems were earth-shattering. That flattering look makes people sick just thinking about it!"
A man who looked like a scholar next to him cleared his throat and continued in a loud voice: "Do you know what poem Zhen Qianqian wrote? I'll read it to everyone!" He paused deliberately and said in a tight tone, "Let's pee together. You peed a line, and I peed a hole!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly exploded. An old man spat on the spot: "Bah! What the hell is this called poetry? Reading such dirty things is simply dirtying your eyes!"
Purpose: This novel uses fictional history to write about reality and explore the future of Chinese literary circles.