There was no ambiguous atmosphere as imagined, nor was there a constant flow of people, gentlemen in black suits and ladies in off-shoulder dresses, no red wine toast, and no low and soothing violin and piano accompaniment. All of this in front of us is not so much a literary salon held in a century-old castle, but rather a secret meeting of underground joints of some scientific evil religion. Well, maybe it is more appropriate to use a saint party, after all, the expressions of the people in the congregation are serious, not that kind of fanaticism.

In this slightly solemn occasion, Yang Yi unconsciously remembered that Ji Tangdan once took him to the Yuezhou Writers Association party, which was also a writer's writing meeting. However, in China, in the atmosphere of random ears, it is inevitable that he will be a bit utilitarian, especially the new people in the writing circle, who are either arrogant or seemingly humble and gentle, but they hide the visible servility of the naked eye. Of course, Yang Yi also knew that he did not participate in many pens, so he did not make a final decision, but in short, once some impressions remain, it is not easy to eliminate.

When Yang Yi was a little distracted, in the castle hall, near the closet, a middle-aged man with round glasses and a look of rigid expression always seemed very rigid, but when he spoke, he could burst out from his dull pupils, speaking loudly: "Yes, this is my opinion. Mr. Glass's "Peeling Onion", in my opinion, has enough sincerity, that is confession, please remember the archbishop of Africa, Diss,

Meng Tutu's words - we can only forgive what we know, and reconciliation without forgiveness is impossible! Do we still have to criticize an old man instead of his due understanding and encouragement? Yes. Some people hope to awaken the soul of the sinner when they blame and shout. But remember that once the power other than their own soul intervenes, repentance is no longer a confession, but a confession!”

More than 30 people invited were famous writers in the European literary world, some were literary newcomers who had just risen but had attracted many attention, as well as reputable literary critics, or spokespersons and chairmen of national literary institutions in certain countries. In addition, Yang Yi, there were 5 people who won the Booker Prize, and they had already won the Gongour Prize. Or the authors who had won the nomination, were even more, accounting for almost half of the number of authors attending the party, and there was even one, the Portuguese writer Toze Salama who won the Nobel Prize in Literature last year.

Yang Yi couldn't help but have a bad idea. If something suddenly happened to this century-old castle, tomorrow's newspapers would definitely be out of stock, right? The entire European and American literary circles will definitely be in awe.

Now, the author who is speaking mentioned the question about the German writer Glass. Regarding his memories of his participation in the SS history during World War II, the name of the memoir is "Spitting Onion", which is extremely clear and accurate. Only this spicy food will emit a tearful factor when it is analyzed layer by layer. Once this memoir was launched, it triggered a surging sound that should be said to be within expectations. People do not have to ask what the nature of the army is, nor do they have to elaborate on whether they have done those things that are angry and resentful after becoming a member of this army, just joining the SS. And concealing this fact for 60 years is enough to make all criticism of him a just act.

But in the huge wave of public opinion, of course there are people who defend him. Just like the one in front of him, it seems that as long as the literati exists, they can always make the originally simple problems extremely complicated.

Yang Yi didn't know whether he was a literati. Perhaps from some attributes, he preferred more businessmen, but he was also a businessman with dreams. He could understand the conversations between these writers in the salon, but he was not very interested in arguing about such things than a young man, so at this moment he was more listening than joining an argument that had nothing to do with him.

Fortunately, the discussion was not long. Soon after the public topic ended, it became a small circle of discussions in groups. Just when he was a little bored, an old man suddenly came over. Unlike those young writers or very few literary agents, he did not have any wine glasses in his hands, but only a pile of documents. This outfit was particularly eye-catching when everyone was dressed in dark suits and empty-handed, but no one ignored or mocked him in his heart, just because his identity was too prominent - Honorary Professor of the National Academy of French Literature, Vice President of the Paris Normal College, and Dean of the Ulm Road Academy... This series of dazzling positions made this old man named Juyong Foucault, even in this place where literary stars are gathered, is so dazzling.

The Paris Normal College, a school with a name that doesn't sound very good, is actually a famous university in France that occupies the top three positions in France. It has once reached a high of 37 places in the world. However, due to the decline in France's overall education level in recent years and the decline in Citigroup's ranking in the world for many years, the ranking of various universities, middle schools and primary schools in that country are very high, which makes the Paris Normal College not very well known in China. But anyone who knows a little about the situation will know that this school is the only higher education in France that integrates scientific research and culture and education. The humanities and language colleges are not even worse than the specialized colleges in Oxford and Cambridge. Therefore, when French universities almost focus on science, the Paris Normal College has become a holy place for domestic literary youths, no one.

But Yang Yi didn't know why he came to him, but because of the respect of his younger generations for his elders, he immediately sorted out his face and looked at Juyong Foucault politely.

"It seems you are not nervous, a cute young man." The old man nodded with a smile, and did not extend his hand to say hello to ordinary people. Instead, he waved his head and signaled the seat beside him, and sat on the sofa with the young man. He began to explain his purpose: "You know, I have been following you since half a year ago. To be precise, I should be the first reader to follow your book "Stone". My old friend in Random House, Ms. Braggie Emma, ​​the general manager of the copyright affairs department, has specially recommended it to me before the publication of this book, and I have read it very seriously. I have to say it is a very good novel."

"Thank you for your praise, in front of your praise that is enough to be called grand. I just hope that inspiration will not abandon me, but will allow me to write more and better works." Yang Yi was quite careful before he figured out the purpose of this gentleman.

"Haha, this cute little thing like inspiration will only hide when she is unhappy and will never abandon you. And, through my personal understanding, you are a hardworking young man, right?" Juyong Foucault blinked and handed over the stack of documents in his hand: "Look. This is all your works and related analysis of works. I never thought that a bestselling writer would become a great writer, but as long as this type of people observe society, think more about life, and have more insights into fate, then each of them may change in the direction of greatness. Well, I admit that I have too much to say. But in fact, the reason I have said so much is that I hope to see a genius rising, not just a meteor flashing away."

Yang Yi is so sweaty. He does have some talent in writing, but with the huge domestic population base, this talent seems not surprising. At most, it is first-class, not top-notch. The achievements he has achieved now are just because of the hard work of the predecessors. Therefore, Yang Yi has never felt guilty and shame about his plagiarism like this moment before him.

If one day, I can use my entire work to gain recognition from everyone...

There must be such a day.

The fierce struggle in my heart was not directly reflected on the boy's face. After all, it was a reborn figure. Such a little trick can still be mastered.

After smiling embarrassedly, Yang Yi shook his head: "You are so serious. Maybe I am not worthy of your expectations now, but I promise that I will not be proud and complacent because of some of my current small achievements, so I will be so impatient. Moreover, I will keep your teachings in my heart, but I can't even guarantee what the future will look like."

Yes, the reborn person knows the future. If he follows the steps, he can even clearly understand everyone's life trajectory. However, rebirth requires changes. With the wings of his little butterfly flapping, the fate of some people closely related to him has changed, and even his own future has become unpredictable.

"Persistence is the greatest victory." After Juyong Foucault encouraged, he began to enter the real topic: "The reason why I came to you now is because I had a small suggestion, or out of my personal selfish considerations, I hope you can listen. As for the final result, it depends on your own wishes."

"Listen attentively." Yang nodded.

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"You can have refreshments now, but please remember that your every move represents the honor of the Aishalina Castle and the Duamel family at this moment, so be careful." The butler in the tuxedo explained in particular that it was not seven hundred years ago when the nobles were prosperous. The servants in the family started serving the castle owners since childhood. Because considering that the entire family did not live here, but only regarded the Aishalina Castle as a palace, the servants of the entire castle only had the servants in the manor who signed a long-term labor contract with the Duamel family. As for the people serving, they were often temporarily dispatched by the labor company before the banquet held by the castle.
Chapter completed!