1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 180 [Painting]

Zhang Weijun flipped through a few more pages and couldn't help asking, "What's your novel about?"

He couldn't help but ask, what was written on these pages was truly shocking.

Jiang Xian sat on a chair with a cup of coffee in his hand, and said calmly, "It's a somewhat dark story."

"Rice" is a very long book, and Jiang Xian couldn't ask someone to fax him a copy or send him a transcript of it, so he could only simply dictate the content.

"That's the story," he finished objectively and honestly.

Of course he couldn't be clever or tell lies at this moment. Once the novel was published, if the Zhang family found out that it was not what he said, they would be badly offended.

Jiang Qin took a sip of coffee. She was secretly shocked as she listened to what was going on nearby. How could the second brother write such a depressing article?

Zhang Weijun frowned.

He was a little worried that if the old man didn't like to draw this kind of content, he would refuse in person and hurt their feelings, so he found an excuse first.

"You guys came at an unlucky time today. Please go back first. I will tell the old man about this later and I will call you to arrange a time for you to come."

"Just call the Story Club Guesthouse and ask for Jiang Xian." Jiang Xian didn't say much. He left his phone number, stood up and left Zhang Leping's house with Jiang Qin.

On the way back, Jiang Qin was a little nervous.

"Second brother, why do I feel like I'm not very willing to draw for you?"

"That's their freedom. I'm very open-minded about it." Jiang Xian said indifferently.

As Zhang Leping is a great cartoonist, it is inevitable that Zhang Weijun would protect his father's reputation.

The subject matter of "Rice" is indeed a bit sensitive. If Zhang Leping feels that it is inappropriate after reading it, he will not force it.

"Look at what he wrote." Zhang Weijun handed the letter to Zhang Leping, who frowned as he read it.

"What's the novel about?"

Zhang Weijun still had a very clear impression of it. After all, Jiang Xian's novel was so strange, so he immediately repeated it to Zhang Leping.

"You said this is a novel about people eating each other, can you draw it?"

"Haha."

Zhang Leping laughed, "Why can't I draw this? Do you know the first comic I drew?"

"A Tomb Burdening Five Yuan."

"Yes, what I drew was also a dark story. I drew "Sanmao's Wanderings", and I drew a group of pitiful homeless children. Did I draw with a malicious heart? Mr. Lu Xun's "Blessings" and "Medicine" are both articles that make people's spines cold. So can these articles be characterized as anti-human?"

Zhang Weijun smiled and said, "Please don't criticize me. I'm not afraid that you won't like it."

"Weijun, you're worrying too much. Call Mr. Jiang Xian and ask him to come over tomorrow to help me postpone tomorrow's work." As he spoke, Zhang Leping changed his mind again, "Forget it, I'll go fight myself. I have to apologize to him for what happened today."

"I'll go with you." Zhang Weijun hurriedly followed, holding a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

They don't have a telephone at home, but there is a pager phone at the entrance of the alley. Nowadays in Shanghai, there is a public pager phone booth at the entrance of almost every alley.

Jiang Xian was writing furiously in the room.

After watching "Lush Mountain Love" a few days ago, some ideas came to my mind and I wanted to try to write a film review for "Popular Movies".

Soon he received a call from the old man. Zhang Leping's extremely polite tone made Jiang Xian feel embarrassed.

"If you are busy, I won't bother you."

"No, I must paint. You must come tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go there tomorrow."

Early in the morning, he ran to Jiang Qin's house. As soon as he entered the house, Bian Huawei held his shoulder with a happy face.

"Now you are so proud!"

"Arrogant? Why am I arrogant?" Jiang Xian was confused.

"You are still pretending to be stupid." Bian Huawei raised the newspaper in his hand, rustling it, "The articles you wrote were all published in the People's X Newspaper!" Jiang Xian immediately realized that it was his proposal that was submitted to the People's X Newspaper by Ba Jin. He did not expect it to be published so soon.

"Let me see."

Jiang Xian took the newspaper. Apart from the supplement, People's X Newspaper currently has four sections. The front page is instructions from above, the second page is economic news, the third page is comprehensive news, and the fourth page is international news.

Jiang Xian immediately saw a familiar article on the left side of the third page.

"Proposal on the establishment of a museum of modern Chinese literature!"

".We have a rich mineral deposit, why not build it up and mine it properly?"

This is an article written by him himself.

The article he wrote was published in People's X Newspaper for the first time, and Jiang Xian felt relieved.

He believes that once this initiative is released, it will surely set off a wave of modern cultural protection, and more writers will respond to the establishment of the "China Modern Literature Museum".

"Did you really donate all your royalties?" Bian Huawei asked curiously.

Jiang Xian put the newspaper down and said casually, "All donated."

Bian Huawei took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally before asking the question.

“How much did you donate?”

"Ten thousand dollars."

Hiss.

Upon hearing this, Bian Huawei could not help but take a breath of cold air. One breath was not enough, he had to take a few more.

Ten thousand dollars!
Donated without blinking an eye?!
Jiang Qin was also shocked and worried about Jiang Xian's decision. That Literature Museum sounded like a bottomless pit. What would happen if the ten thousand yuan was just wasted?
Jiang Xian knew that he couldn't explain this matter to them.

He knew clearly that the literary museum could be built, but his sister and Bian Huawei didn't know.

After giving a brief explanation to calm their doubts, I changed the subject.

"Sister, let's go to Mr. Zhang Leping. He called me yesterday."

"He agreed to paint it?"

"He didn't object to it in the first place."

Zhang Leping and Zhang Weijun were both at home. When they saw Jiang Xian, both father and son were filled with admiration.

"Mr. Jiang, I didn't expect that you really took to heart what I heard at Mr. Ba Jin's house that day." Zhang Leping shook his hand vigorously, his eyes flickering with emotion. "I sincerely hope that your 'China Modern Culture Center' will be successfully established. If there is anything I can help you with, please feel free to ask."

"You're welcome." Jiang Xian smiled.

But in my heart, I was already thinking about the pinnacle of Chinese film——

Sanmao's Military Life

The screenwriter is truly talented. Every sentence in the script from the beginning to the end is top-notch.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to."

“Those who shouldn’t be hungry won’t be hungry, and those who shouldn’t be alive won’t live.”

Zhang Leping took out a stack of letter paper that Jiang Xian brought yesterday, and asked Jiang Xian some questions about the details. He made some marks, sat in front of the canvas, and started drawing with a pen in hand.

Jiang Qin sat upright beside him, watching attentively, and Zhang Leping would give her some pointers from time to time.

The first picture, "Five frightened dragons"

"Inspiration [painting] progress +1, current progress (1/10)"

(I will update two chapters today and take a day off)
(A reminder about the book draw event. There are so few people participating now. I will soon be able to give out one book to each person.)

(End of this chapter)