But the tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop. Xiang Nan wanted to keep a low profile, but some people didn't want to let him go easily.
For example, Lu Xun, whom Xiang Nan Ding Ding admired, published a review article in Yusi, a magazine owned by the Left-wing Writers Alliance, criticizing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" as worthless.
"The plot is repetitive and the writing is long-winded. They always start fighting when they meet. I can't explain clearly in one sentence, and no one can kill anyone. When someone is about to die, someone will fall from the sky to stand in the way. …”
"Most martial arts have a distinct theme, which is killing people in the name of morality and inciting lewdness and thieves under the guise of promoting Dharma. This is also very obvious in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."
"Mr. Xu probably wrote this kind of reading purely for the entertainment of the public. If you were to take on the responsibility of educating the public, you would definitely refuse, so why bother to put gold on some characters? With the narrow-mindedness of those people you write , they can fight even if they don’t care about the interests of the world and the hatred of their family and country.”
Lu Xun was already considered a top figure in the Chinese literary world at that time.
Not only is it famous, but it also has countless fans.
As soon as he opened fire, others naturally followed suit, and critical articles came one after another.
Xiang Nan knew that this was because "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was so popular that the tree attracted wind and was erected as a target. However, this kind of writing actually has little impact on his popularity.
After all, there are still many lay people in the world, and popularism is always the mainstream.
Just like Zhang Henshui, his works "The Golden Fen Family" and "The Cause and Effect of Crying and Laughing" have attracted criticism, but they are still well-known in the streets.
So Xiang Nan closed his eyes, pretended not to know what was going on, and continued writing his own.
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I was busy writing at home that day when I suddenly heard another knock on the door.
Xiang Nan opened the door and saw a gentle man wearing a blue gown and a white scarf standing outside the door.
"Qiubai, it's you~" Xiang Nan said in surprise when he saw it, "Old classmate, long time no see."
The visitor was none other than Xu Wenqiang’s college classmate, Lu Qiubai. I organized a student movement with him back then, and he was also a very patriotic intellectual.
"Long time no see, Wen Qiang." Lu Qiubai was also very excited to see Xiang Nan.
"Please come in and sit down." Xiang Nan smiled and asked Lu Qiubai to go to the back room, and then made him a pot of tea, "When did you arrive in Hujiang?"
"I came here three years ago. After you were arrested and imprisoned, I was also plotted against at home." Lu Qiubai explained, "Later, my family was afraid that something would happen to me, so they asked my cousin to escort me to Hujiang for refuge. Get out of the limelight.”
"I see." Xiang Nan nodded, "I feel relieved to see that you are fine."
"What about you, when did you come to Hujiang?" Lu Qiubai also asked with concern.
"I arrived a month ago." Xiang Nan explained, "After I was released from prison, I really had nowhere to go. I knew Yanyun was here, so I came to find her."
"Huh, she is really a shame to our classmates. She is obviously highly educated, educated and knowledgeable, but she does not work and relies on her own mind and hands to make money. Instead, she is indolent, pursues enjoyment, and becomes a social butterfly." Lu Qiubai was disgusted. He said, "It's really disgusting."
"Okay, stop talking about her." Xiang Nan waved his hands, not wanting to speak ill of Fang Yanyun.
To be honest, in this chaotic era, even tycoons like Feng Jingyao have to follow the trend and do things based on the looks of foreigners. What's more, Fang Yanyun is a weak woman who has no power to tie a chicken. In order to survive, sometimes she can only give up some things.
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Gudong
"By the way, how do you know I live here?" Xiang Nan asked curiously.
"That's not easy. Who in Hujiang doesn't know your name, Mr. Xu?" Lu Qiubai said with a smile.
"You mean you're getting scolded," Xiang Nan said with a smile, "It's true that I'm being scolded now."
"Wen Qiang, I want to advise you a few words. You have such good knowledge, why don't you write some revolutionary articles that are beneficial to the country and the nation.
Why do you want to write about these vulgar, boring, lewd, thieves, and feudal-minded martial arts? Have you forgotten your ideals? "Lu Qiubai said earnestly and sincerely.
"Of course I haven't forgotten." Xiang Nan waved his hand.
Don't say he won't forget, not even Xu Wenqiang. Otherwise, he would not have united with the Jingwu Sect to kill Yamaguchi Xiangzi, forcing him to flee.
"However, you also know that living in Hujiang is not easy. I just came to Hujiang, so I have to establish myself first." Xiang Nan explained, "After all, only when you have a full stomach can you make a revolution. In fact, I have never been Forget ideals.”
"Really?!" Lu Qiubai was doubtful.
Xiang Nan nodded and returned to the study. After a while, he took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Lu Qiubai, "These are two long poems I wrote. Please help me correct them."
Lu Qiubai took the poem and read it carefully, "Answer - despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble..."
"Believe in the future - when the spider webs mercilessly sealed off my stove, and when the remaining smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future..."
The more he read, the higher his voice became and the more excited he became. Because he felt the unyielding fighting spirit and majestic vitality contained in these two poems.
As he read, he shed tears and said, "Wen Qiang, these two poems you wrote are really great. Can I take them back and publish them in my newspaper."
"Of course." Xiang Nan nodded, "I don't even want the royalties, even if I support the revolutionary cause."
"You are indeed the same as before. I didn't come by mistake." Lu Qiubai said touchedly after hearing this.
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Xiang Nan's two long poems immediately aroused a wave of recitation after they were published by Lu Qiubai in Qiushi Daily, where he worked.
Both poems are classics of misty poetry, criticizing reality, motivating oneself, full of emotion and fighting spirit. Although the two poems were written in the 1960s and 1970s, they are very consistent with the current social environment.
Therefore, it is naturally welcomed by readers.
After these two poems were published, Xiang Nan received much less criticism, and he was recognized by left-wing writers. Lu Qiubai even invited him to a gathering of left-wing writers.
However, Xiang Nan still declined.
Reform requires sacrifice. It was now 1926, and next year would be 1927. The April 12 counter-revolutionary coup was just around the corner, and Xiang Nan didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.
Besides, he is really valuable.
Don't dare to say anything else, just say that his knowledge of nuclear physics is a priceless treasure that is hard to change. It is really not cost-effective to be sent to the guillotine just because of a few radical articles.
The so-called son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall. Keeping a low profile and developing for the future is the best option.
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