1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 37 Sequence: Three
She Yu is Lao She.

Li Qingquan could tell that Mr. Mao was praising Jiang Xian's writing, which was very similar to Lao She's "Beijing-style novels."

He had the same experience when reading "Animal Fierceness", but compared with Mr. Lao She's elegance, there was a hint of "ruffianism" in it.

The word "rogue" is certainly not derogatory, it refers to the spirit of sarcasm and ridicule, which is the biggest feature of his creative language.

On the other hand, Jiang Xian was not too worried about the issue of "Animals Fierce" being approved.

"Beijing Literature and Art" doesn't want it, but there are other publications waiting to receive it.

He still remembers that the group of people who came to him to ask for manuscripts drank 5 kilograms of his tea.

Moreover, the quality of the novel "Animals Are Dangerous" is absolutely superb.

You can say that Wang Shuo is a bad person, but you can't say that he is a bad person.

After writing "Animal Fierceness", he himself was unable to climb over this mountain that represented the pinnacle of his literary creation.

The few books I read after that all failed, but later on I started reading Buddhist scriptures and became obsessed with them.

Ma Weidu once said that there was a shoe nailer at the gate of Wang Shuo’s community. Wang Shuo could see him whenever he went in and out. The more he saw him, the more annoyed he became. So he gave him the only 30,000 yuan left in the family and said: "Brother, can you please stop hanging around in front of the community gate? I don’t want to see you."

At the symposium the next day, it was finally Jiang Xian's turn to speak on stage.

According to the procedure, he first submitted the outline of "The Chess King" to Mao Dun, Zhou Yang, Feng Mu and other leaders, and then asked them to express their opinions.

Many writers are still very concerned about the remarks made by Jiang Xian, the author of "The Chess King".

After all, in this national selection of outstanding short stories, there are only three candidates for the first place that are more recognized in the cultural circle: "Class Teacher" by Liu Xinwu, "Scars" by Lu Xinhua, and "The Chess King" by Jiang Xian.

But just recently, Liu Xinwu even bluntly denounced Jiang Xian, who is also a competitor for the first place, as a "rogue writer."

There are also rumors that a popular satirical commentary "Wake Up, Liu Xinwu" was written by Jiang Xian.

The two men almost set up a battle array.

This makes the competition for the first place even more intense and more meaningful.

In addition, Mr. Mao’s attitude is also quite crucial.

As we all know, Mr. Mao had previously expressed his appreciation for Liu Xinwu's "Class Teacher".

Jiang Xian didn't think about these things.

The main theme of his speech was "putting aside prejudices about the lives of educated youth and using the spirit of traditional culture as the soil for creation."

Feng Mu and Zhou Yang, who had been arguing for several days, unexpectedly reached a consensus after his speech.

"It's a very artistic novel, but unfortunately lacks a bit of pioneering spirit. Overall, it's a good novel."

"I think it's good. Literature and art are different from news. News is published once and then forgotten, but literature and art will last forever. Works that contain cultural heritage should be written more and left to future generations."

Jiang Xian bowed deeply, then looked up and saw Mr. Mao waving at him.

I was startled and quickly ran over with an innocent smile.

"Hello, Mr. Mao Dun. I have loved reading your works since I was a child."

This statement is actually very loosely made up. The reading threshold of Mao Dun's works is extremely high and it is easy to discourage readers. No child can understand them.

Jiang Xian glanced at the old man guiltily.

Mr. Mao didn't care too much and just wrote down the outline with a pen.

"You have to be careful when writing. I'll correct the mistakes first."

Jiang Xian looked up and saw several outlines on the outline, as well as the beautiful regular script of Mao Dun's annotations and revisions.

Sorry for the first time!

Sorry for the first time!

Why didn't I make a few more typos when I wrote it? !

In front of this undoubted superstar in the literary and art world, Jiang Xian has begun to understand the crazy behavior of the fans in the fan circle of later generations.

"Mr. Mao Dun, can you sign an autograph for me?" At this point, Jiang Xian asked shamelessly.

The old man was easy-going. He picked up his pen and wrote another line in the blank space of the outline: "I hope you will be meticulous. Shen Yanbing, January 1979, 1, at Renwen Press."

Jiang Xian liked it very much. One line of signature. A dozen typos.
He even thought about mounting it.

Mao Dun's calligraphy is slightly weaker than that of Lu Xun and Guo Moruo. Don't get me wrong, there are not many people who can surpass these two.

There were many people who asked Mao Dun for his calligraphy on weekdays. He was not stingy and always responded to their requests.

However, Mao Dun refused the title of calligrapher, claiming that his "handwriting is very clumsy."

In fact, since ancient times, literati have hated the title of calligrapher.

When Mr. Lu Weizhao of the Epigraphic School was at the height of his fame, he repeatedly commented on himself with regret: "I never thought I would end up as a calligrapher and painter."

Not only Lu Weizhao, but also Zhu Xi and Ma Yifu were the same. Saying that they were calligraphers would make them angry to death.

There have never been any calligraphers in China, or there have never been any people who aspire to be calligraphers. All of them have achieved nothing in all aspects. In the end, the only thing left is to write characters well, so they are forced to become calligraphers.

This is the lowest class in the eyes of literati.

As soon as Jiang Xian returned to his seat, he quickly became the focus among the writers.

"Brother Jiang, what did Mr. Mao say to you?" Tie Ning came over to ask curiously.

This was the youngest writer at the symposium. She came from an extremely wealthy family, or as the people of later times would say, a rich woman.

"Changed a few words in the synopsis for me."

"Ah?" Jiang Zilong, who was sitting closest, exclaimed, "Mr. Mao is revising the manuscript for you!"

"Comrade Jiang Xian, you are so lucky!"

"Let me take a look. It's really Mr. Mao's handwriting. It's fresh and bright."

"Okay, you've won the appreciation of Mr. Mao!"

For a time, the outline in Jiang Xian's hand became a hot commodity, and writers around him came to take a look. Even veteran writers such as Wang Meng, Zong Pu, and Lu Wenfu were excited.

"Comrade Jiang Xian." Wang Meng came over and said politely, "Can you give me some of Mr. Mao's calligraphy?"

"This..." Jiang Xian hesitated.

Wang Meng suggested, "I'll charge 10 yuan per character, is that okay with you?"

"Teacher Wang, you misunderstood."

Jiang Xian showed an apologetic look: "Mr. Mao's calligraphy is my favorite, my beloved treasure"

"Okay."

Wang Meng sighed regretfully.

Since Jiang Xian said so, it would be inappropriate for him to take someone else's love away.

The symposium is coming to an end.

Renwenshe organized a group photo for the participating writers.

Several veteran leaders including Mao Dun, Zhou Yang, and Feng Mu sat in the middle of the first row.

The remaining writers are listed in order of appearance.

Jiang Xian was tall and strong, standing in the middle of the last row. He glanced ahead and saw Wang Meng, Tie Ning, Jiang Zilong, Zhang Jie, Li Tuo, Zong Pu, and Lu Wenfu.
What kind of photo is this?

Half of the future backbone of China's literary world are here!

In the cold wind of early 1979, everyone dressed neatly and had smiles on their faces.

As the cameraman shouted "cheese", the flash went off.

A precious photo was born.

At the same time, a dripping sound came from Jiang Xian’s mind.

"A third synthetic route has been revealed:"

"[Mutual Love] + [Rice Tofu] = the novel "???""

(End of this chapter)