1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 237 was all written by him? !
Almost two weeks have passed since the publication of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood". The sales of "People's Literature" continue to rise, and readers' feedback has been given to the editorial department one after another.

Zhu Lin has been idle during this period, waiting for the start of the Beijing Film Academy's actor training class in January next year. The course will last a total of four months.

Jiang Xian was also free, and Zhu Lin discussed with him about having a meal with his colleagues from the Medical College at a state-owned restaurant in Wangfujing.

After not seeing each other for a long time, Zhu Lin's once familiar relationship with them became a little distant. They both felt a little embarrassed and everyone looked a little different.

Fang Zhaodi was enthusiastic and talkative. She asked Zhu Lin what drama she had filmed recently. She kept looking her up and down and found that her body and face were full of the warmth and privacy of family life.

Of course, the topic inevitably turns to Jiang Xian, and when we talk about him, we can't help but talk about his recently popular "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood".

“I’ve read it, it’s really well written!”

"You have no idea how happy I was when I saw that Xu Sanguan was not dead."

A female comrade told Jiang Xian that she was worried that Jiang Xian would portray the image of medical workers in a particularly bad light.

Because selling blood is a sensitive matter, it has a low threshold, and coupled with the lack of medical and physiological knowledge, there are too many dark things to write about later, so when she was reading it, she was very worried that Jiang Xian would focus on writing about what disease Xu Sanguan contracted while selling blood, and then completely deny and interrogate their medical work, making them the target of public criticism.

But that’s not the case. In the novel, Xu Sanguan encountered many natural disasters and man-made tragedies, but none of them were caused by selling blood. Jiang Xian put more emphasis on the life in this novel, and selling blood was just an image.

Talking about this, Fang Zhaodi recalled a literary review she saw in the "Data Collection" of the Today's Literature Research Association:
"This is giving up superficial reflection and digging into the deeper sufferings of life. This is also the difference between Jiang Xian and ordinary writers in terms of pattern. By writing in this way, readers will deeply realize that many people are also "selling blood" and many people are also Xu Sanguan.

They may be greedy for small gains in small things, which may make people look down on them, but they are never confused about big things. In order to save their children, they are willing to sell their blood and struggle at the bottom of society for so many years. When they get old, they even forget that they can still enjoy themselves.

This is that generation, the real people!"

After talking, everyone became closer. Many female comrades took out several volumes of "People's Literature" that they had prepared in advance and begged Jiang Xian to sign them.

Why are there several copies? Because they can be given away as gifts.

Jiang Xian thought this was pretty good, at least they had their own December issue of "People's Literature".

I remember a rumor that Wang Weiguo, ah, that is, Lu Yao, went to Beijing to receive the Mao Dun Literature Award. Not only did he borrow money for his train ticket, he was also entrusted by someone to personally buy 100 copies of "Ordinary World" and sign them to give away.

After this trip, not only did he spend all his bonus, but he also owed a lot of debt.

"Signing is of course no problem."

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "But since we are all friends of Zhu Lin, I think it would be more meaningful to sign both of our names."

Fang Zhaodi nodded, "Yes, yes! Why are you ignoring our Zhu Lin? Once her movie is released, she will be a movie star and may even win a Hundred Flowers Award."

The Hundred Flowers Awards are organized by the China Film Association. Popular Cinema prints ballots and readers and moviegoers vote. As the highest honor award in the domestic film industry, it is the most well-known among the public.

There is no Golden Rooster Award yet. It will be established next year. Why is it called Golden Rooster? Because 1981 was the Year of the Rooster, and the Golden Rooster crowed at the dawn. The Golden Rooster Award later became one of the three major awards in the Chinese film industry, along with the Hundred Flowers Award of Popular Cinema and the Outstanding Film Award issued by the film administrative department.

Zhu Lin was quite surprised. She didn't expect Jiang Xian to ask her to sign for her colleagues. She declined several times, but couldn't refuse anymore, so she had to sign it.

After dinner, a group of friends went to their house for tea.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard constant exclamations.

“Such a big TV?!”

Fang Zhaodi walked around the 16-inch color TV, covering her mouth in shock.

When Zhu Lin helped her turn it on, she was even more surprised to find that the TV had color.

"Color TV!"

There are new discoveries on the other side.

"Oh, you have a refrigerator at home?!"

"What is that? A refrigerator?" A group of people came over again and put their heads inside.

"Oh my god! A washing machine?"

"Is that an air conditioner?"

Shouting and laughing, when Jiang Xian grabbed another handful of foreign candy and put it on the table, the group of female comrades looked at the high-end packaging with English subtitles, and suddenly they felt like they had followed Granny Liu into the Grand View Garden.

I was so envious.

How come Zhu Lin married so well?
Well, okay, she is indeed very beautiful, but her life is too comfortable, it's really enviable.

Jiang Xian is now a high-income earner in the country.

He has already received his royalties from People's Literature. This month, for his article "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" and an article about creative writing, which together totaled nearly 19 words, he received yuan in royalties before tax.

"There are so many good novels published this month, and this issue of Beijing Literature is also quite good."

"Yes, there is a novel called "The Rite of Initiation" on it. Have you read it?"

In the early 80s, almost all young comrades loved literature, and when they sat down to chat, they would talk about literary works.

On December 12, this year's December issue of "Beijing Literature" was published. As the second miscellany edited and published by Wang Meng after taking office, its quality has been significantly improved compared to the previous ones.

In particular, the novel "The Rite of Initiation" caused a great sensation among readers.

Wang Meng originally planned to launch this novel as a highlight work in the December issue, but Jiang Xian reminded him of Li Qingquan's words: Dangerous works are like pearls, which will not be covered in dust if placed in an appropriate place.

Therefore, it is placed in the fourth position, but it does not prevent this novel from being popular among readers.

"Which one do you think is better, this novel or "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood"? "

A group of female comrades were grinning and trying to pick a fight, and they had to compare "The Rite of Initiation" with "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood".

"I dare not say."

"Let Zhu Lin speak."

"I?"

Zhu Lin covered her thin lips and looked at Jiang Xian with a smile in her eyes, "I think "The Rite of Initiation" is better, it's so beautifully written."

"Eh~~~"

The girls started to make a noise and looked at Jiang Xian.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, what do you say?"

This guy looked indifferent and scratched his head.

What’s going on? Do you really want me to show off?
Before he could say anything, Zhu Lin laughed and told the truth: "Don't ask him, he also thinks that "Shoujie" is better written. He is the editor who edited and published "Shoujie", and he also discovered this article."

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There was silence in the room for a long time. Fang Zhaodi slapped her thigh. The two most popular novels in December, one was written by Jiang Xian, and the other was edited by Jiang Xian. They were all written by him and were all related to him!
What's the point of comparing? Saying that "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" is good proves that he writes well, and saying that "The Rite of Initiation" is good proves that he has good taste. In short, no matter which one is good, he will be secretly happy.

"The Rite of Initiation" was finally published, which made Wang Xiaokuang very happy. He insisted on inviting Jiang Xian to have dinner at Ganjiakou's home.

Jiang Xian was not polite either. He skillfully took a few paintings and calligraphy from the old man and asked him for advice on calligraphy.

"Whether I'm writing or painting, I only use wolf-hair brushes. Men should use wolf-hair brushes for writing because they have strength. Wang Xizhi wrote the Lanting Preface with a wolf-hair brush, and his writing was smooth and flowing. Mr. Shen Congwen told me this."

Jiang Xian held Wang Zengqi's pen and lay on the small table, writing on the rice paper for a while.

As expected, the wolf hair brush is hard and elastic, and the strokes are vigorous and flowing, and he uses it very skillfully.

"Oh, that's fine."

Wang Zengqi took a glance and saw Jiang Xian casually wrote a line of an old man's poem "The country is so beautiful". His writing was vigorous and unrestrained, with dragons and snakes leaping. This boy has some talent for writing.

"Not bad, not bad. You have 10% of the charm I had when I was my age." Wang Zengqi stroked his chin, emphasizing the second half of the sentence.

Jiang Xian ignored him and held Wang Zengqi's brush, feeling indescribable fondness. "Brother, can you lend me your brush for a few days? It's very handy for me."

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Wang Zengqi was confused.

Who is the kind person who wants to borrow the brush?

Besides, are you borrowing it for real or fake?
Jiang Xian asked for a few more sheets of rice paper, said goodbye and went back home, spread them out on the table, and wrote for a while holding a pen.

I became addicted to writing. Over the next few days, I would wake up early every morning and write from morning till night.

Even in my dreams at night I was writing, and my writing was so beautiful.

"How can one have the best of both worlds, without disappointing the Tathagata and without disappointing you?" The first half of the sentence was written on Zhu Lin's left leg, and the second half on her right leg.

After he finished writing, he stroked his chin and admired it for a while. The characters were long and white.

"What do you think of what I wrote today?"

After waking up, Jiang Xian showed his "calligraphy" on rice paper to Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin was not afraid that he would become addicted to writing, as it was much better than being addicted to fishing. She glanced at his regular script and stroked her chin.

"It seems to be better than a few days ago."

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door and a special visitor came to the house.

"Comrade Ru Zhijuan?"

Ru Zhijuan brought Wang Anyi with her to the visit. Although Wang Anyi was young, Ru Zhijuan was already 55 years old, and her husband was in his 60s and was a director at the Shanghai People's Art Theatre.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, long time no see." Ru Zhijuan was wearing a blue windbreaker, which showed her unique temperament. She was shivering like a grandson due to the cold, and she was holding a bag in her hand.

"Come in quickly, come in quickly."

Jiang Xian invited the mother and daughter into the house, poured them two cups of hot tea, and introduced them.

"Is this your wife?" Ru Zhijuan drank a sip of hot water and looked Zhu Lin up and down. The little thought in her heart was quickly eliminated. She sighed secretly, "You were not married when the awards were presented in the first half of the year. Sigh, time flies."

"You are old enough to get married, why are you and Comrade An Yi coming here?"

"Come and see you."

Ru Zhijuan smiled and said, "As a mother, I have to thank you for helping An Yi transfer the Beijing Literature magazine and bringing some special products from Shanghai. Please don't despise me."

She gave Wang Anyi a look, and she opened the big bag and took out several packages of things. Ru Zhijuan introduced them, "These are five-spice beans, bought at the Old City God Temple. There is a saying in Shanghai: If you don't try the five-spice beans at the Old City God Temple, you haven't been to Shanghai."

"This is pear paste candy. Drink it with water when you have a cold or cough."

“This is Chongming Cake.”

Jiang Xian scratched his head. He had been to Shanghai, and his sister Jiang Qin had brought him a lot of food from Shanghai. However, he really couldn't bite the five-spice beans, and he was not used to the pear syrup candy either.

But this is indeed a Shanghai specialty, and there is no other specialty to pick out. It is indeed Ru Zhijuan's heartfelt gift.

"You are so polite that you brought me so many things from Shanghai." Jiang Xian said with emotion.

Although he is a practical person and helped Wang Anyi mobilize organizational relationships, he should get some benefits for the good deal.

But if we trace back to the source, we will find that he wanted to get Wang Anyi's article for free, so he transferred it to her.

"Do you have a place to stay? It's hard to find accommodation in the capital, so why not stay in our yard for a few days?"

"It's okay, it's okay. An Yi and I will squeeze in at the guesthouse."

"That won't work. How can the small bed in the guesthouse accommodate two people?" Jiang Xian made the decision. "Don't be polite to me when you get to the capital. Just stay in our yard."

Ru Zhijuan couldn't refuse, so she accepted his kindness and took out an article from her bag.

"I've read the December issue of People's Literature. I wrote a literary review of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood on the train when I got here."

Jiang Xian took it and took a quick glance at it.

"After reading this book, I was reminded of a passage in "Liuli Moon Shining on Copper Coin Street": The world is ruthless and cruel. No one knows why we are born into this world, and no one knows where we will go after we die. We must be humble and see the beauty of loneliness. In life, we must not stand out and attract the attention of fate. Let us seek those simple and honest loves. Their ignorance is far more valuable than our knowledge."

Good guy.

Jiang Xian was shocked that a literary review praised two of his novels.

"I won't read it. Even if you criticize me, I have no objection." He handed the letter back with a smile.

Ru Zhijuan participated in the liberation and was also a very notable writer in the literary world. She was very famous, and even Mr. Mao Dun praised her articles more than once.

Jiang Xian prefers the "Lily" she wrote. During the war, a young correspondent borrowed her beautiful lily quilt from her new bride who had just been married for three days. After the young correspondent died, the new bride stubbornly spread the quilt returned to her at the bottom of the young correspondent's coffin.

December is so short that it seems to pass in the blink of an eye. The New Year’s bell rings and 12 is about to pass.

At the end of the year, on the other side of the ocean, Jimmy lost his re-election and Reagan successfully won the election.

In a few months, this Reagan kid will be assassinated, with the bullet one inch away from his heart.

He is Ogawa's idol, and Ogawa also has another idol, Lincoln.

Shot in the head.

(End of this chapter)