1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 33 I feel so sorry for Xiao Jiang

Industrial College Family Courtyard.

"Linlin, why did you come back so late?" Doctor Liu couldn't help but ask anxiously.

Right now in Beijing, everything outside the second ring road is rural, and the public security is very poor these days. It is naturally very dangerous for a girl to come back in the dark in the wilderness.

"It's okay mom, someone brought me back."

"Someone sent you back?" Professor Zhu smelled something unusual. "Who?"

"Uncle Jiang's Jiangxian"

Doctor Liu and Professor Zhu looked at each other, both looking confused.

"Why did Jiang Xian send you back?"

"Why did you two get together?"

"We just happened to meet on the way." Zhu Lin replied perfunctorily, "I went to wash up."

Looking at his daughter's back, Dr. Liu vaguely sensed something.

"Her dad, something's wrong. Are these two dating?"

Professor Zhu frowned.

"Isn't that just what you want? Didn't you want to arrange a blind date for these two people before?"

"Oh, I've been thinking about it these past two days. Jiang Xian has only written one novel, and then there has been no news. If he can't write anymore in the future, Linlin will have to starve to death with him."

"Don't they still have a security department?"

"With only a security department, the basic salary of Mimilala (a nickname for 33 yuan) is not enough for anything."

Zhu Hong lay at the door and eavesdropped for a long time.

There was a strange expression on her face, a mixture of shock and excitement.

My brother-in-law is Jiang Xian?
The cow is very rich!

On the way back, Jiang Xian replayed today's experience in his mind.

The old man Guan Xuezeng is quite easy-going, and has the temperament of an old artist who comes from the people and goes among the people.

He didn't even mind making friends with Guan Xuezeng on an equal footing, regardless of age difference.

After waiting for another ten years, Guan Xiaotong will have to call me grandpa when he sees me.

After returning to the guesthouse and washing up, Jiang Xian sat on a chair, wearing a coat like an old cadre, with his trouser legs rolled up and his feet soaked in hot water. He turned on the desk lamp, held a pen, and continued to write "Animals Are Dangerous".

In a novel with a youthful theme, there must be a pure and charming girl.

When we first met, she was impeccable.

In "Animal Fierceness", the girl's name is Milan.

Cheers to Bomilan. "I" often attribute many things done by others to myself, exaggerating and embellishing them.
As he wrote this, Jiang Xian felt uneasy and uneasy.

He had a friend who was sweating profusely.

Two weeks later, "Animals" was three-quarters completed.

Jiang Xian felt that he was writing fast enough.

He really didn't know how Mo Yan managed to create "Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out" with 43 words in 43 days.

Not to mention the time spent on conception, just the writing requires writing 10,000 words on manuscript paper every day.

What does ten thousand words mean?
I didn't eat, drink or sleep that day. I just wrote and tried to write 500 words every hour.

It takes more than half an hour to write an 800-word essay during the exam.

Life and death are exhausting?

Life and death speed!
Jiang Xian leaned over the table, holding a pen and finishing the ending of Chapter 4.

He read it through by himself first, then holding the manuscript, he knocked on the door of Room 305.

"Teacher Zhang, what are you doing?"

"I'm reading, come in." Jiang Xian sat down on the chair familiarly, glancing at the books piled on the table, "Anna Karenina", "Madame Bovary", "Eugenie Grandet", "Hunter's Notebook", "Selected Short Stories of O. Henry", "Don Quixote".
"A series of famous foreign literary works?"

In 1958, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China instructed the Institute of Literature of the Chinese Academy of Sciences to compile a series of famous works of foreign classical literature, which was the first large-scale series in New China to systematically introduce foreign literary works.

This series of books represents the highest standard in the translation industry. Li Jianwu, Fu Lei, Feng Zikai, and Yang Jiang all participated in the translation.

Because the cover is elegant and all of it is beige grid, literature lovers affectionately call it the "grid book."

"Teacher Zhang, where did you get so many treasures?" Jiang Xian couldn't help but be curious.

You have to know that books are very precious these days, and people have to queue up to buy them. There would be long queues in front of Xinhua Bookstore late at night, and "grid books" were in short supply.

"Panjiayuan, the booksellers there are very smart. They can seal the grid books with a plastic film and sell them for 60 to 80 yuan each."

"How much?" Jiang Xian was stunned.

This book costs more than his monthly salary!

"Teacher Zhang, you are so willing to give up."

"I'll spend it. I don't have any children or a family, so I'll save the money anyway."

Zhang Jie is not married. She has a love interest with a very sensitive identity. Her book "Love Can't Be Forgotten" is mixed with her insights into this complicated love affair.

"Teacher Zhang, please help me look at the manuscript."

"Did you finish writing?"

"Not yet, but I'll be finishing it soon." Jiang Xian handed over a thick stack of manuscripts in his hand.

Zhang Jie exclaimed.

“You’ve written so much?”

The last time she read it, there were only a few thousand words. Now there should be about 30,000 or 40,000 words!

"Let me take a good look. You can pour yourself some water."

After saying this, Zhang Jie sat on the chair and found the newly written paragraph.

The first person I saw appear was Yu Beibei.

Yu Beibei, a girl with a fox face, is a "bad girl" in the traditional sense. She hugged me affectionately when we met for the first time, and when I was quickly sinking into his gentle arms, she ran to another boy's house to spend the night.

This makes me very worried.

[“How did the three of you sleep last night?” Fang Fang asked them, “There were only two beds in the room.”

"I'll sleep in this bed in the first half of the night and in that bed in the second half." Yu Beibei responded calmly and then chuckled. ]
Zhang Jie smiled knowingly. This character was portrayed well, vividly and novelly. It was an alternative image that had never appeared in literary works but existed in real life.

She affirmed the image of Yu Beibei and continued reading.

The character of Milan appears again.

Milan is the object of my desire during my adolescent hormones, and Jiang Xian describes her with extremely beautiful words.

[This vivid, or rather hot, image enveloped me completely, just as sunlight makes everything colorful.]
The story was not as clichéd as Zhang Jie had imagined.

Milan's image began to subvert and shake.

It is hard to imagine that Jiang Xian described the brilliant Milan in this way at the end of Chapter 4:
[I could even smell the hot bad breath and sweat from her dirty mouth. For a while, I suspected that she had body odor, but I gave up this suspicion soon because it was too groundless. But I have solid evidence that she has athlete's foot. She wears sandals barefoot in the summer, and her toes and heels are covered with scaly peeling skin.]
This is indeed the correct way to write it.

And it’s wonderful!

Zhang Jie agrees very much with Jiang Xian's writing style, which vividly and incisively interprets the twists and turns of a boy of that age.

I dare not express my admiration, and can only make sour criticisms.

But
She couldn't help but look up and glance at Jiang Xian across the table.

Creation comes from life.

Judging from the current development of the story, it is hard for her not to wonder how much emotional trauma Jiang Xian suffered when he was young.

She couldn't help but feel heartbroken just imagining it.

How come such a good child is always hurt by bad girls!

(End of this chapter)