1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 27 Second Synthesis

1978 12 Month 24 Day.

As soon as the sky was getting light, Jiang Xian got up and used advertising paint to erase the license number of the flatbed tricycle.

Zhao Zhenkai and Jiang Shiwei, who had just woken up, rubbed their eyes, and a flash of inspiration seemed to have been brought to their minds.

How is this kid so skilled?

After doing all this, the three of them tied several thick stacks of "Today" to the back of the tricycle, picked up the brushes and paste, and set off as their friends saw them off.

"Where are we going first?" Jiang Xian asked.

“Let’s go to Tiananmen Square first.”

Tiananmen Square is the absolute core and the central axis of the capital. It includes the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, the Cenotaph, the Memorial Hall, and Qianmen. Further south of Qianmen is the Arrow Tower, under which is a large gate. In 49, the People's Liberation Army entered the city under this gate and held a ceremony to enter the city.

"Where should I put it?" The tricycle stopped in Tiananmen Square, and Jiang Shiwei looked at the empty square in confusion.

Not far away, there was a man selling radishes in the square, looking at them with a strange expression.

Jiang Xian’s eyes almost popped out.

“Fuck, you can still set up stalls in Tiananmen Square?!”

"Why not?"

“No one cares.”

Jiang Xian looked around and his eyes finally fell on the memorial hall. The old man had just passed away two years ago.

What is not well known is that the Beijing Post Office Building was originally located on the east side of the memorial hall, only 22 meters away from the main building. It was demolished by blasting last year, and Tiananmen Square has its current neat layout.

Jiang Shiwei regretted: "There used to be a large wooden board on the east side of Tiananmen Square, which was quite suitable for pasting."

"Let's go to another place. There are too many people in the west hall today." Jiang Xian looked in that direction.

The day is the 24th.
Jiang Shiwei suggested, "How about posting it at the entrance of Shanghai?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Jiang Xian almost couldn't help but kick him.

Zhao Zhenkai suggested: "Let's go to the wall in Xidan, that's a good place to put it up."

Xidan bus transfer area, west of the Telegraph Building.

On the sidewalk, there stands a 200-meter-long gray wall, which is the Xidan Democracy Wall.

Looking at the big-character posters and small-character posters covering the wall, as well as the crowds of pedestrians crowding in front of the wall, Zhao Zhenkai and Jiang Shiwei suddenly became scared.

"How do I put this on?"

"Why is it so crowded so early in the morning? Why don't we find a place where there's no one?"

“It’s even busier than a market.”

"How to do?"

The two were at a loss, just like the innocent but stupid college students in later generations, not only were they inexperienced, but they were also too embarrassed to admit defeat.

"What a coward."

Jiang Xian picked up the glue brush and said, "I borrowed it, I borrowed it!"

The crowded crowd immediately made way for each other.

Many people who went to Xidan Wall to watch the fun looked at him, curious about what this man was up to.

Jiang Xian tore off a few damaged posters on the wall to make some space, then Piaji smeared paste on the wall and spread it evenly with a brush.

With his proofing, Jiang Shiwei and Zhao Zhenkai felt more relaxed and followed him to post the first issue of Today on the wall.

The crowd gathered around and stared at the new publications on the wall with blinking eyes.

"What does this say?"

"Meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble."

“I’ve never seen a poem like this.”

Many years later, an eyewitness recalled this scene, but he could no longer remember the exact scene. He just felt that it was like a scene from a war movie. The three men broke through the city wall, stepped on the old rubble, and waved the flag of language in the wind.

After leaving Xidan, the three men headed to Wangfujing.

The old well in Wangfujing disappeared for many years in the 20th century and was not rediscovered until 95.

Today, Wangfujing is no longer a famous snack street. Both sides of the street are filled with home appliances and department stores.

"Jiang Xian, thank goodness you're here too. If it were just the two of us, it might not work."

"That's right, there are so many people, why aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Xian didn't hear it.

At this moment, his entire focus was on the prompt in his mind.

"Inspiration [Heretical] Progress +1, Current Progress (3/3)"

The second sequence.
Become!

There is no rush to synthesize.

Riding a tricycle, carrying glue and brushes, we arrived at Tsinghua University.

A policeman in white uniform appeared behind him.

"What should I do?"

"They won't catch us."

Zhao Zhenkai and Jiang Shiwei looked at each other, somewhat undecided, and subconsciously looked at the backbone Jiang Xian. "It's okay, if they wanted to arrest him, they would have done it a long time ago, let's continue."

The three of them carried the paste and pasted it all over the wall of Qinghua Garden.

Gradually, people gathered around.

"Wow, isn't this Bei Dao's poem?"

"Wake up, Liu Xinwu? Haha, this is clever!"

"I feel that Liu Xinwu's article is not much different from melodrama, it is tricky and extreme. Finally someone has spoken my mind."

"Comrade, who are you?"

The students were quite enthusiastic.

The police crowded behind the students, confused.

“What are they posting?”

"I think it's a poem?"

"What a joke! What kind of poem is written like that?"

"Please ask the professor from the Chinese department to come and take a look."

When it was getting dark, a light snow fell.

Jiang Xian hadn't eaten for a day and was cold and hungry. His hands were sticky with glue and paper residue.

The Triangle at Yenching University was their last stop.

Turning back, I suddenly saw behind me a row of students standing as far as the eye could see in the dark winter night.

They huddled together, their bodies covered with snowflakes, their hot breath mixed with the cold air, and under the dim street lights, their eyes were bright and eager.

"Comrade, your magazine is really good!"

"I like the poems and articles on it."

"Will you come to post again in the future?!"

“Can we still look at these works?”

"Will you continue?"

Jiang Shiwei smiled bitterly and said, "Let's take it one step at a time. We are just ordinary people. We don't have a publication number and no funding."

Jiang Xian put away his things and turned the tricycle around.

In the cold night, someone suddenly took the lead and shouted.

"Comrade, I have some money here, you keep it."

Immediately, some students took out money from their pockets and passed handfuls of change forward.

"You can use this money."

"I have some here, too."

"Comrade, you must continue to publish your publication!"

"Go ahead. I want to see your work."

“I’ll submit my article to you guys!”

Zhao Zhenkai's nose was sore and he bowed deeply. "Thank you all for your love. I can come out today, but I am at risk of being arrested. As the editor-in-chief, I can't always let my members take risks. I won't post it again in the future. But as long as there is one person reading our magazine, we will continue to publish it, even if we have to starve to death."

Snowflakes were flying, and the crowd made their own way to make way for them. Three people pushed the tricycle out of the campus, and Zhao Zhenkai bowed and saluted all the way.

Jiang Xian, wrapped in a big coat, squatted in the car.

I saw some students staggering behind the tricycle for a while, and finally standing under the street light, waving their hands vigorously.

The Today magazine I brought with me was empty, with only a few folded pages, missing pages, and bad prints left.

Jiang Xian picked up the few remaining copies of Today magazine.

The street lights were dim, the words were shaking, and the cold wind was crackling, trying to fold the page.

[The past is past/The future is still far away/For our generation/Today/There is only today. ”]
He didn't feel cold, instead hot air was burning in his chest.

There is a night snack stall on Dongsishitiao, where Chen Ai Ge and Yu Youze have been waiting for a long time.

At this moment, only a few restaurants are open at night, serving people who work at night, such as drivers, ticket sellers, and night shift workers.
I drank some wine and ate a bowl of noodles with soybean paste.

After the show, Jiang Xian went back to the guesthouse alone.

I saw the shadows of the trees in the flying snow, the halo of the street lights, and the upturned eaves like ships sailing in the dark.

Pat the cold cheeks.

"System, synthesis."

"Unlocked a second synthesis path:"

"【Children of the Grand Courtyard】+【Heretical】="

"Animals Are Fierce"

The masterpiece of ruffian writer Wang Shuo.

Jiang Wen remade it into his debut film: "Sunny Days"

(End of this chapter)