Chapter 439: Love is Endless_3
Zhou Yuwen nodded and said, "These books by bestselling authors, you should treat them as time-killers, just flip through them casually, there's not much substance, especially the ones written by media people. They have their networks, they gain some fans from TV shows and then monetize through them. You don't need to get too involved."
Shen Yu, however, said, even so, if these people can publish books, it means they have something remarkable about them, right?
Zhou Yuwen didn't have an opinion on that.
During 2014 and 2015, although online literature had already become the trend, it still couldn't influence the mainstream circle.
And the cultural mainstream during this time was the published works of some media people.
For instance, the bald host of "If You Are the One" published a book titled "Live for the Moment," casually wrote some text, and it became a book, selling 300,000 copies.
In addition, a host with the surname Rui published an autobiography titled "Forged from Steel," which was more on the literary side.
And a host with the surname Chai published a book titled "Seeing."
"Seeing," at that time, was incredibly popular.
But if you really read the book, you'd find that it's quite hollow, essentially just a compilation of news stories, yet such a book sold millions of copies.
The female host with the surname Chai was even praised as a female writer.
As it turned out, Rui was a spy for another country and was later arrested.
And Chai became so full of herself that she didn't know who she was, turning into a joke.
So with bestselling books, it's enough to just skim through them.
There's really no need to take them too seriously.
The pretentious literary young woman, Shen Yu, had certainly read all those popular contemporary books, but she discovered that Zhou Yuwen was dismissive, making her curious. She asked Zhou Yuwen, "Then what kind of books do you think have value?"
Zhou Yuwen thought for a while and said, if a writer's works are still mentioned fifty years after their death, then their works are worth a glance.
Shen Yu thought for a while and asked, "Specifically?"
"Fitzgerald is worth a read."
"Fitzgerald?"
"Yes."
Originally, Zhou Yuwen was practicing guitar, but unknowingly, he started talking about literature with Shen Yu. Zhou Yuwen held his guitar as they chatted for an unknown period of time.
So much so that Shen Yu forgot Zhou Yuwen was a scoundrel and was drawn to him once again.
It felt like Zhou Yuwen became a different person when he talked about literature.
While Shen Yu was deeply engrossed, she suddenly remembered Zhou Yuwen's various romantic tales. She sighed and said that if his private life wasn't chaotic, she would really want to be friends with him.
Zhou Yuwen smiled and said, then you'd better forget it.
"First of all, my private life isn't chaotic."
"I'm just passionate, but not promiscuous."
Zhou Yuwen said this very earnestly.
Shen Yu asked, is there a difference?
"Of course there is."
"I'm passionate, I take responsibility for each of my feelings."
"When you say responsibility, do you mean giving them money?"
"No," Zhou Yuwen rejected decisively.
Without waiting for Shen Yu to continue questioning, Zhou Yuwen said, "Give them love."
Shen Yu laughed, feeling that Zhou Yuwen was talking nonsense.
But Zhou Yuwen suddenly asked Shen Yu, "Have you ever been in love?"
Zhou Yuwen stared at Shen Yu so that she didn't dare to meet his gaze for a moment.
Of course, she had been in love; she had felt something for Zhou Yuwen.
"I, I don't know."
"Then you haven't been in love," Zhou Yuwen said.
Shen Yu didn't agree with that; she had feelings.
Zhou Yuwen said, you laughed just now because you don't think I can give them love, because you think a person's heart is limited to loving only one person.
"But when you truly fall in love with someone, you'll find that your love for them is the love they have for you."
"Love is infinite in the first place. No matter how it's divided, it remains infinite, doesn't it?"
After Zhou Yuwen finished speaking, Shen Yu was dumbfounded, looking at Zhou Yuwen in disbelief.