1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 32: Forever and Ever
"Writer Jiang"

"Mr. Guan, you can just call me Xiao Jiang."

Guan Xuezeng is undoubtedly one of the most famous figures in the literary and art circles.

He has extremely high skills. Apart from being a master of qinshu, he is also the second-generation successor of "single qin and big drum".

Not many people know about Danqin Dagu in later generations, but in the past it was a folk art that could be compared with Peking Opera.

Literature and art are inseparable. Given this opportunity, Jiang Xian would have to hug this big guy and lick him prprpr.

"Writer Xiao Jiang, was your novel published in Beijing Literature and Art?"

"Yes, I am still writing for Beijing Literature and Art."

Guan Xuezeng showed a hint of nostalgia, "Beijing Literature and Art is a good magazine."

The first editor-in-chief of "Beijing Literature and Art" was Lao She, and Guan Xuezeng was a contemporary of Lao She. The two had a close relationship and were both teachers and friends.

The two sat together and chatted. Shi Wenxin looked at Guan Xuezeng and saw that his face was full of admiration, and he was a little shocked.

Does Mr. Guan appreciate Jiang Xian so much?
She made two cups of tea and brought them over.

"Mr. Guan, Mr. Jiang, if you have nothing to do today, come sit down and watch a movie at the factory tonight."

"Show a movie? What movie?" Jiang Xian asked.

"Internal reference film," Shi Wenxin whispered.

"The internal reference film is great." Guan Xuezeng smiled, "Foreigner's films are also very inspiring to our literary and artistic work."

This is the truth.

During this period, a large number of European and American films were translated, providing reference for the creators of model operas, such as "The Red Shoes".

After chatting with Guan Xuezeng for a while, Jiang Xian caught a glimpse of Zhu Lin looking outside the door and made an excuse to go out.

"How was the test?"

"Let me go back and wait for notification."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"That's it. If there's a play, I'll give you another hint."

"what?"

Zhu Lin became very depressed when she heard this. She leaned against the wall with her head down and remained silent, her eyes moving around, very touching.

"Come on, don't be sad."

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"I've been in meetings all morning and my voice is almost hoarse."

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"I spent a lot of time answering their questions."

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"Just to show you an insider film tonight."

".Huh? Why did you take me to watch the internal reference film?" Zhu Lin raised his head immediately.

"Didn't your father help me find a job some time ago? I've been thinking about this favor ever since."

"Didn't that thing end up being a failure?"

"I'll remember this thought."

Jiang Xian coughed twice in a pretentious manner, as if it was true. "Beijing Film Studio's internal reference films are usually not allowed to be watched by outsiders. I know that it is against the regulations, but I thought you like movies so much, and it's not easy to get such an opportunity, so I persuaded you to come."

When Zhu Lin saw that his throat was in pain, she suddenly felt a little guilty, but also a little touched.

"Thank you, Comrade Jiang Xian."

"Hey, we're just friends, why are you being so polite?" Jiang Xian waved his hand indifferently.

"How about I treat you to a meal?"

"Row!"

It’s really not that Jiang Xian likes to eat this bowl of soft rice.

The main reason was that he had met several unlucky girls in his previous life, and gradually he summed up a set of experience in coaxing girls.

In a relationship, the most taboo is one-sided giving.

You do this and that, buy this and that, you move heaven, earth, and yourself, but you can't move a girl.

Only when two people give to each other can they slowly get closer to each other. This is the best form of love, which is the so-called two-way running. Only then will the relationship last.

They found a decent state-owned restaurant on the roadside. Jiang Xian didn't want to overcharge Zhu Lin, so he ordered the cheapest dish, tomato and pork slices.

Zhu Lin was quite generous and ordered another dish of diced pork with spicy sauce for 0.95 yuan and rapeseed with dried shrimp for 0.6 yuan.

The food was served slowly, so Jiang Xian drank some hot water.

"Comrade Zhu Lin, aren't you studying medicine? Why do you like performing so much?" "I am studying medicine now. I also learned gymnastics when I was a child."

"You also do gymnastics?"

"I studied gymnastics for five years, and in between I also learned basketball for two and a half years."

"Is it."

"Thanks to my gymnastics training, I had a foundation in dancing. After graduation, I went to the countryside to dance in the art troupe. I had the unique skill of kicking the Purple Gold Crown upside down in the White-Haired Girl and the Red Detachment of Women. The superiors arranged for me to play Wu Qionghua every day. I could sing every line. I don't know if I can still kick it now." Zhu Lin talked endlessly when talking about performance.

Jiang Xian naturally picked up two pieces of food for her with his chopsticks, "So you haven't found a partner in all these years?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin, who had been talking incessantly just now, seemed to have something stuck in her throat. Her pretty face turned red and she became restless.

".Have you looked for it?"

"No." Jiang Xian's tone was more sincere than Pearl's. "I'm innocent. My mother is afraid that girls will cheat on me, so she won't let me find one."

Zhu Lin seemed to be relieved. She took a small piece of food and stuffed it into her mouth. She muttered, "I don't think you are the kind of person who would date. There's not even a woman in your novel."

When Jiang Xian heard this, he felt something was wrong.

If Zhu Lin saw "Animal Beasts", it would be the end of her.

Who knows how decadent his youth was.

In the evening, Jiang Xian took Zhu Lin to the auditorium of Beijing Film Studio.

The auditorium often shows new films and occasionally internal reference films. Employees and their families are welcome to enter.

"Teacher Jiang, here." Shi Wenxin called him from the door. Behind her stood a young man in his early twenties. He had small eyes and looked quite introverted.

"Teacher Shi, I'm with my friend." Jiang Xian pointed at Zhu Lin behind him.

Shi Wenxin nodded and said, I have known for a long time that there is something fishy going on between you two.

"Let's go in quickly."

On the way, he introduced Jiang Xian to the young man next to her, "Teacher Jiang, this is my son."

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Xian's expression almost got out of control.

Is this Ge Yu?

He has hair, so why is the difference so big compared to Guo Donglin and JJ Lin?

"Writer Jiang, I've heard a lot about you." Ge You greeted him shyly, and glanced at Zhu Lin behind him. She was intelligent and generous, and his eyes turned red with envy.

The movie being played today is "Waterloo Bridge". Even if you haven't seen it, you must have heard its theme song "Auld Lang Syne".

It is said that this film was found in F1 at that time.

The movie was very touching, but what was disappointing was that during the screening, people kept shouting someone's name, for example: Jiang Huaiyan from the Literature Department, come out quickly!

Even so, Zhu Lin was deeply moved and kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Jiang Xian took the opportunity to lend his shoulder like a gentleman.

They didn't want it.

The movie ended quickly, and Jiang Xian took advantage of the night to ride a 28-inch bicycle to take Zhu Lin home.

The girl sat behind him, clutching his clothes tightly around his waist.

"Have you written a new manuscript?"

“Just started writing.”

"What's the subject? Can you tell me?"

"If you want to see it, come back to my place."

Zhu Lin's face turned red and she changed the subject.

"Did Liu Xinwu scold you?"

"How come you know all this?"

"A lot of people know about this." Zhu Lin patted Jiang Xian's lower back. "Some time ago, I read an article called 'Wake Up, Liu Xinwu'. It was very well written. You must feel relieved after reading it."

".That's what I wrote."

"what?"

"Isn't that article in Today? I am a member of Today."

"???"

In the back seat, the girl turned her neck and looked at Jiang Xian's profile with her almond-shaped eyes, blinking.

That look.

Like saying.

How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?
(End of this chapter)