Chen Congwen has been living more than a year and is quite sad.

He read several magazines of "New Youth" in his hometown. Influenced by the new ideas, he decided to take off his military uniform and go to Peking.

He was also tired of the melee of warlords in his hometown. When he saw his friends around him die one after another, he thought that he had not seen the scenery in the distance, so he made this decision.

At that time, he thought that no matter how bad he was, he could be a policeman in Peking. However, it was difficult for him to live in a big city.

When Chen Congwen arrived in Peking, he only had a few dollars, had no education, and had no relationship in society. It was not easy to find a job. After that, he relied on the help of his friends and fellow villagers, and he got through this.

During this period, he was also shaken.

When he saw the flag of Fengtian Army recruiting soldiers, he thought he should join the army, but when he walked to Muma City Street and was about to press his handprints, he still escaped at the last moment.

He couldn't afford books, so he could only go to the book stall to read books with a shameless look, pretending to be buying books, and chat with the book seller.

After getting familiar with others, he sat on the small stool next to him and did not leave until he finished reading the book.

The place he lives in is a small room transformed from a coal storage room. It is small and trendy, with only a small window, and only a small writing desk and a small bed can be placed in the room.

Chen Congwen calls it "narrow and moldy little Zhai".

For him, it was common for not eating for a day or two, but he still insisted on going to Peking University to listen and read books in the library.

He still insisted on picking up his pen, writing it day and night, sending it to newspapers and magazines in Peking, waiting for the slim news.

However, there has been no news.

Chen Congwen saw "Border Town" on the book stall, which was written about the familiar Xiangxi, and he suddenly felt friendly.

He knew a lot about Lin Zixuan, and news about Lin Zixuan would also appear in newspapers in Peking.

Lin Zixuan was born into a wealthy family and returned from studying in the United States. He was the founder of new poetry. He wrote many novels. There are foreign novels and popular novels. He is a real great writer.

He is from two worlds.

He found Lin Zixuan's novel and read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". After reading "Gone with the Wind", of course, most of them read them at bookstalls, and there were some old newspapers that no one wanted.

Chen Congwen likes these novels very much, but his favorite is "Border Town".

When he first started writing, he imitated Luxun and Zhou Zuoren. He imitated Yu Dafu and the one who imitated the most was Lin Zixuan's "Border Town". He also wanted to write about the stories of his hometown.

However, the style of "Border Town" is too alternative and is not suitable for the atmosphere of new culture in Peking.

Newspapers and magazines here in Peking either focus on debated articles, critical articles like Luxun, or thoughtful articles like Hu Shi.

During this period, if "Border Town" was not written by Lin Zixuan, it would not be easy to publish it.

So, Chen Congwen went in the wrong direction. If he had imitated Luxun's writing style, he would have been able to publish an article long ago.

Of course, if this is the case, China will have an extra writer who is indifferent to the public and a writer with a unique style.

When Chen Congwen heard that Lin Zixuan was going to give a speech at Peking University, he took a try and asked Lin Zixuan for advice with the article he thought was the most proud. He didn't know if it could attract Lin Zixuan's attention, but he always had to try it once.

When Lin Zixuan was giving a speech, he became enlightened.

He had read many old books indiscriminately before. When he came to Peking, he had a book called "Records of the Grand Historian" in his arms. He felt that Lin Zixuan was right. New literature cannot be separated from traditional culture. Those who divide new literature and traditional culture are incorrect.

He wanted to say something to the students who left the stage. But in the end he didn't say anything, and he felt that he didn't have the ability.

After the show ended, he mustered up the courage to chase him out.

Seeing Lin Zixuan talking to Hu Shi, he stopped and waited aside. When the two were about to say goodbye, he stepped forward and boldly handed out his manuscript.

Chen Congwen has been in the army for several years and has a little understanding of people. He can see that Lin Zixuan did not pay attention to his manuscript.

Although Lin Zixuan's words were gentle, he was polite and polite. He guessed that there might be no result this time, but he was still holding a little fantasy in his heart.

The next day, he had no breakfast and no breakfast to eat. After drinking some cold water to fill his stomach, he went to Peking University.

He wanted to listen to Chinese studies courses and get involved in traditional culture. Although he might not understand it at all based on his foundation, he wanted to listen and learn.

He didn't expect that Lin Zixuan would come to him personally, invite him to dinner, analyze the manuscript for him, and tell him how to write.

He even said that he has the talent for writing.

This recognition from great writers is particularly important to Chen Congwen at this time.

The newspapers he wrote did not respond, which made him doubt himself, whether I had made the wrong move, whether I was writing materials, and whether I should have done something else.

Lin Zixuan's affirmation made Chen Congwen firmly believe that he felt that today was his lucky day.

Chen Congwen's luck is far from over.

Lin Zixuan came to Chen Congwen not to teach him how to write, so as to gain a small sense of accomplishment. He wanted to arrange a path for the young man who moved to Beijing to live.

"I don't have a newspaper in Peking. You can submit your manuscript to Shanghai's "Popular Novel Daily". As long as you write it well, I will give it priority to publish it to you." Lin Zixuan promised, "It's just that Peking and Shanghai are far away, and you can also submit it to the supplement of the World Evening News. I am more familiar with the editor there, and it is Mr. Zhang Henshui."

Zhang Henshui is quite famous in the popular novel field of Peking and is also a well-known person in the newspaper industry. Chen Congwen naturally knows it.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to meet Mr. Zhang. You can contact him. Do you have time?" Lin Zixuan arranged.

"Yes, there is time." Chen Congwen said hurriedly.

He used to not even meet the editor, so he could only put the manuscripts in the newspaper's concierge, but now he wants to meet the editor, so he naturally wants to.

Moreover, with Lin Zixuan's introduction, he can publish articles in the newspapers in the future, and his life has settled, and the sadness of the past has disappeared.

"Okay, that's all for today. I'm going to go back to rehearse a poetry drama. Are you interested in poetry dramas? If you are interested, go and have a look. They are all familiar friends." Lin Zixuan invited.

"Can I?" Chen Congwen hesitated.

He is committed to being a human being, and it is already a great favor for Lin Zixuan to help him introduce the editors of the newspaper.

He didn't know whether he should accept this invitation. The one who could be familiar with Lin Zixuan should be the top figure in the literary world in Peking.

"What's wrong? We are not very old, so don't be so restrictive." Lin Zixuan patted Chen Congwen's shoulder and chuckled, "I will not have a bad view of people. As long as you persist, you will definitely be able to make a name for yourself in the literary world in the future. Let's go, I'll take you to meet those of Xu Zhimo and Liang Sicheng."

Xu Zhimo organized the Crescent Society in Peking. Liang Sicheng was the son of Liang Qichao. They were very prestigious in the literary world of Peking.

Chen Congwen followed Lin Zixuan out of the restaurant with a little confused look, looking up at the blue sky, and a flock of doves flew past.
Chapter completed!