Chapter 801

The next few days.

Tribes and blogs publicize their respective activities of "king of short stories".

Between the lines, fighting is opposite, fighting openly and secretly.

The competition between the two big capitals has triggered countless hot discussions among netizens!

Against the background of mountain rain.

The undercurrent of short stories is surging.

Lin Yuan always codes silently in the studio.

The remaining several manuscripts were completed by him one after another.

When he finished the work at hand, the time had moved towards the middle of the month.

that day.

Morning.

Jinmu suddenly knocked on the door of Lin Yuan's office and brought him a message:

"The tribe has just started this activity. They have changed their previous playing methods and took the lead in releasing a short story that hides the author's identity. This is a signal gun to declare war. They will issue an anonymous short story every hour today."

"What about blogs?"

"Keep following."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Lin Yuan has finished writing the novel. This is his card for the blog. How to play this card with the tribe is what the editors of the Blog Literature Department should consider. Now the tribe has taken the lead in playing the card.

Bang!

The starting gun rang.

The battle of the king of short stories, officially begins!

……

The first short story published by the tribe is called mirror.

This novel has just been released, which has directly aroused the praise of netizens!

"This novel is pretty good!"

"The tribe is worthy of a golden lineup. The quality of the first novel is quite good!"

"Unfortunately, the ending is almost interesting, but on the whole, it is a very excellent work."

"This should not be the work of Feihong and Feng Hua. It feels more like Zhou Yu's handwriting. In previous periods, it is estimated that this novel can stabilize the top three, but the list of tribal writers in this period is too cow. It is estimated that the final ranking is not very easy to say."

"I feel a bit like Zou GE's work."

"If this novel is published on the blog, it will surely enter the top three. In addition to Chu Kuang, I can't think of anyone else's work on the blog who can maintain this one!"

"Speaking of blog, has the activity started over there?"

“……”

Netizens are curious.

The tribe has begun to make moves. What will the blog do?

Someone tried to open the activity interface of the blog.

Brush!

The activity interface of the blog has also been updated, and the first short story appears!

The title of the work, "the last leaf"!

"Ah, this!"

"Blog moves very fast!"

"It seems that the two sides are really working hard. The tribe has just shown its first short story, and the blog has just shown a short story!"

"Both sides play as like as two peas!"

"If you compare it alone, isn't the disadvantage of blog more obvious?"

"Compared with the lineup on the tribe side, only Chu Kuang's works on the blog can get a shot?"

"Look at this article first."

"I bet a pack of spicy articles. The quality of the first blog article is certainly not as good as that of the tribe. Chu Kuang's works must be released at the back for the finale and respect!"

“……”

Netizens discussed, switched blogs and clicked on the last leaf.

in fact.

Everyone pays attention to the blog purely because of Chu Kuang.

The author of the blog is only Chu Kuang's works, which is worth looking forward to.

……

Hanzhou art college.

Classroom 1313, College of Arts.

Professor Logan's special open class!

Professor Rogan is the gold lettered signboard of the school of Arts under Hanzhou Academy of art. In addition to being a professor, he is also a very successful short story writer. He has many works under his name and is highly respected by students in the school.

Today's class is specially prepared for Professor Logan.

Mr. Logan didn't give a lecture today, but directly asked everyone to read the short stories published by the tribe and blog through mobile phone and computer Internet, and then discuss the novel works on the students' personal understanding.

Combined with the real-time dynamics of literary circles, it is a new teaching method.

At this time, everyone has just finished the discussion on the tribal mirror, and their enthusiasm is very high.

Logan looked at the blog and said with a smile:

"Just now everyone said very well. Next, please read the last leaf published by the blog and tell me their understanding."

"OK!"

The students said with cooperation, and then clicked on the last leaf one after another.

Logan also opened the novel.

The short story activity of tribe and literature is a great event in the literary world. Logan specially applied to the school for an open class around this event. At present, the effect seems to be good.

This is also Logan's purpose.

He felt that the good in this class could enable the students to have a deep understanding of short stories.

"I don't know which novel Chu Kuang's is and when it will be published."

The idea flashed through Logan's mind before he clicked on the novel.

There are many writers worth Logan's expectation in the tribe, but there is only one Chu maniac in the blog.

However, although the writers on the blog are not as good as the tribe, they are also famous short story writers in the industry. Most of their works are still worthy of students' research and thinking.

Again.

What if this last leaf is Chu Kuang's handwriting?

Several thoughts flashed through Logan's mind. He had entered the formal reading.

[in a community in the west of a square, the streets stretch out in all directions and split into small alleys...]

Introduce the background of the story in the early stage.

A very regular short start.

Logan thought without fluctuation in his heart, and his eyes continued to look down along the words.

Two minutes later.

Logan's mouth suddenly made an inexplicable sound.

"Huh?"

The heart beat a little faster, and Logan's reading speed slowed down.

The content described in this short story is not complicated

Johnsy, the heroine of the novel, suffered from severe pneumonia in the cold November, and her condition became more and more serious.

As a painter, she placed her hope of life on the last vine outside the window.

She felt that the day when the vine leaves fell was the end of her life.

Many people who abandon themselves before their illness inevitably have some illusory ideas.

Johnsy's best friend felt very sad about this and told the old painter Behrman what Johnsy thought.

Behrman is a hot tempered man who keeps company with wine all day. He has painted for nearly 40 years, but he has achieved nothing. Every day he says he wants to create an amazing work, but it is always just empty talk.

When he heard about it, he swore, but there was nothing he could do.

However, in the following days, miracles happened:

Although the wind outside the house was so strong and the serrated leaves had withered and turned yellow, it still grew on the high vine branches.

Johnsy was deeply touched when she saw that the last leaf was still hanging on the tree.

The leaves can still survive through the cold wind. Why can't they?

She regained her faith in life and survived tenaciously

What's the meaning of this?

As long as you believe in miracles, miracles will happen?

If the story ends in this way, Logan will definitely scold the author.

You just pour chicken soup into the reader's mouth?

Frown slightly.

Logan kept looking down.

In fact, there is nothing behind.

The story ends with her best friend's words to Johnsy:

Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia in the hospital today. He was ill for only two days. The previous morning, the porter found him in his room downstairs, too painful to move. His shoes and clothes were all wet and cold. They couldn't figure out where he had gone on that miserable night. Then they found a lantern that had not been extinguished, a ladder that had been moved, several brushes that had been thrown all over the ground, a palette painted with green and yellow paint, and - honey, look outside the window, look at the last vine leaf on the wall. Have you ever wondered why the wind blows so hard, but it never shakes or moves? Alas, my dear, this leaf is Behrman's masterpiece - it was on the night when the last leaf fell that he painted it there forever.]

Coo.

Subconsciously swallowed saliva.

Logan's frown floated to his forehead, forming a circle of clear head lifting lines!

This moment!

Logan was stunned!

In a trance.

There seemed to be such a picture in front of him:

On a stormy night, Behrman, an old painter over sixty, took a ladder and waved his brush hard.

The last leaf is formed in extremely difficult environment!

At the last moment of old Behrman's life, this old painter who was limited to painting skills and achieved nothing, finally completed a shocking masterpiece!

reversal!

Classic reversal!

Logan's scalp is slightly numb!

Countless emotions rise in my heart!

At this moment, a name flashed through Logan's mind——

Chukuang! Logan can almost conclude that the last leaf is definitely Chu Kuang's handwriting! He has studied Chu Kuang's short stories. This is a very classic Chu crazy ending. Chu Kuang is very good at giving a stone breaking reversal at the end. This is also the place where Logan most admires Chu maniacs! Take a breath. Logan sighed: "it's a stunning reversal. Like the original Maggie's gift, the ending is obviously unexpected and reasonable." Look up and down the stage. In this classroom full of students and hundreds of heads, people have finished reading novels one after another. Logan could clearly see the subtle expression changes of the students in the front row. Surprise! be moved! Shock! This time, a variety of different emotions are shown on the students' faces. Some emotional girls have red eyes. When everyone finished reading the novel, the whole classroom became noisy! The students exchanged excitedly: "this work must have been written by Chu Kuang!"“ Well written! "“ The last reversal is so moving! "“ I've never been so shocked by a short story! "“ Before I saw the end, I almost thought it was a vulgar work of praising miracles... "The tribal work was directly compared!"“ There is no comparability at all. This novel has completely crushed the tribal one! "“ I can't find anything wrong! ""... " After a heated discussion for several minutes, Luo Gen knocked on the table without delay. His voice was a little heavy and said, "next, let's talk about this novel..." --- PS: this chapter will be sprayed with water. Rest assured, the rhythm needs to be. The first content, as a sample standard, needs to be described in detail. The next few articles will not be so detailed.