1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 40 1978 years have passed

Chapter 40 1978 years have passed
On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Xian returned to Wei Ran Hutong from the guesthouse.

"Sugar melons are offered to the Kitchen God, and the New Year is coming"

The sugar melon mentioned in the lyrics is Guandong sugar, which is light yellow, very sticky and sprinkled with sesame seeds.

He bought a few at the entrance of the alley. They were not valuable, so he paid two cents for a bunch.

"Go, put up the New Year pictures." Before he could even calm down after coming back, his mother immediately assigned him a new task.

Chinese New Year is all about the hustle and bustle before the New Year.

Carrying the paste, I paste the New Year pictures of the Kitchen God on the wall.

"Teacher Jiang?"

"Is Teacher Jiang home?"

Hearing someone shouting in the yard, Jiang Xian put down the brush, staggered out, and looked at two familiar faces.

"Teacher Shi!"

"Little brother Geyou!"

"Teacher Jiang, I wish you a happy new year."

The people who came were Shi Wenxin and his son Ge You. Shi Wenxin had a smile on his face, while Ge You looked shy, wearing a sheepskin hat and carrying a big bag in his hand.

"Come in quickly, come in quickly, don't let the child get cold." Jiang Xian grabbed Ge You's arm, acting like he was his uncle.

"Editor Shi, you're here again?" Rao Yuemei had been listening to the noise.

"Sorry to bother you." Shi Wenxin smiled awkwardly.

According to the generational order Jiang Xian just called her, she should call her Aunt Rao Yuemei, but she is obviously older than Rao Yuemei.
Forget it, let’s each discuss our own issues.

"Teacher Jiang, I wanted to come and comfort you early in the morning, but I was afraid of disturbing your creative work. It just so happened that my company sent me to give you a gift. I thought you must be free today, so I hurried over."

Shi Wenxin patted Ge You, and Ge You quickly opened the big bag and took out two snack boxes with "Beijing Pastries" written on them and tied with red paper ropes. He also took out two bottles of "Chrysanthemum White" wine.

"Teacher Shi, you were so busy before the New Year, but you still specially gave me this." Jiang Xian was a little touched.

In the past, when he wrote online articles, Yuewen would send him gifts during festivals, but they were only given to big authors. He could only watch with envy.

I didn’t expect that after traveling back to the 70s, I would receive a gift from the Beijing Film Studio!

Hedong in thirty years and Hexi in thirty years.

He brought Shi Wenxin a cup of tea and asked, "How is the production of our play going?"

"It went very smoothly. Our leaders all said it was good. We came here to ask you about your new work."

"It will be published after the New Year. It's the second issue of Beijing Literature and Art this year."

"Really? Oh, then I will definitely buy a copy and read it."

"How can that be possible? I will give you a copy, Teacher Shi, when the time comes."

"Okay, I'll think about it. By then, the newspaper outlet will definitely be sold out."

Jiang Xian paused and said with a smile, "Teacher Shi, let me ask you something. Is there any possibility for Beijing Film Studio and The Chess King to have further cooperation? Like putting it on the big screen or something like that?"

“Yeah, this.”

Shi Wenxin hesitated for a while, and soon came up with an excuse: "Teacher Jiang, the conditions at Beijing Film Studio are limited, and the country requires that senior artists be given priority. We have a lot of projects left to shoot. Don't worry, the studio attaches great importance to "The Chess King", and we will do it when we have some free time."

This is the art of speaking.

Shi Wenxin said a lot, but the core idea can be summed up in four words: Definitely next time.

Jiang Xian was not too disappointed.

Shi Wenxin talked about what kind of movies the Beijing Film Studio is preparing now?

"Little Flower", "Teahouse", "Camel Xiangzi", "Bao's Father and Son", "Border Town".
"Teahouse" and "Camel Xiangzi" are works by Lao She.

"The Bao Family" is a work by Zhang Tianyi, which became popular again in later generations because of "Stankang".

"Border Town" is Shen Congwen's representative work. This work has experienced several ups and downs with him. After the "Buzz Buzz Buzz" ended, it returned to the literary world together with Shen Congwen and attracted attention again.

The novel tells the story of a small border town in western Hunan.

Shen Congwen was born in Xiangxi, and he and Ding Ling were from the same hometown. They had some grievances and hatred.
Jiang Xian suddenly thought of rice tofu again.

It seems to be a special delicacy from western Hunan?

The neighbors in the courtyard heard the noise and came to Jiang Xian's house.

Aunt Wang is an old lady. She interrogated Ge You, who was the easiest to bully, when she saw him.

"Are you from the Beijing Film Studio?"

"It is."

"Do you know anyone who acts in movies?"

“My father played it.”

"Really?" Aunt Wang was very surprised. "What roles did your father play?"

"Little Soldier Zhang Ga"

"This movie is good, who will play the role?"

"Kameda."

"Kameta? Who is Kameda?" Aunt Wang turned around and asked the neighbors in the yard.

"That's not true."

"A minor character."

"Oh, I've never seen such a thing in a movie." Jiang Ke, who was not very tall, raised her hand, "I know that Kameda is the one who said 'Your conscience is so bad!'"

The neighbors slapped their foreheads and remembered everything.

"It turns out it's him!"

"Hey, you know what, the father and son look quite alike."

"Really, they all have shifty eyes."

The next day, there was a commotion in Wei Ran Hutong, and all the neighbors crowded towards Jiang Xian's house.

"Oh my god, this boss's TV?!"

"How much does it cost?"

"Don't touch it. If someone breaks it, can you afford to pay for it?"

Jiang Xian’s family bought a Songxia brand TV, a large 12-inch black and white TV!
This idea was proposed by Jiang Xian.

His father contributed a TV ticket and he contributed the money to buy the TV: 370 yuan.

He is considered a wealthy man now.

The original fee of 200 yuan for adapting "The Chess King" and the royalties for "Animals" were all sent out before the New Year.

The manuscript was more than 5 words, and he was paid 6 yuan per thousand words according to the famous writer's standard, so the final royalty he received was 7 yuan.

Rao Yuemei still felt it was unreal. "Son, is this our house? I am not dreaming, how come there is even a TV here?

Why don't you move to your place?"

"My residence is unstable, so just watch it carefully." Jiang Xian fiddled with the buttons.

To put it bluntly, this TV was bought by him for his mother.

He is not at home and can't watch TV at all, but his mother can watch it every night.

A man’s money is always the most profitable when he spends it on his mother.

Thirty years old.

After a busy day, Jiang Xian's family of four gathered around the table happily.

The TV was on, and on the table were melon seeds, peanuts, fried crispy snacks, mustard dumplings, pork skin jelly, fried peanuts, and a bottle of "Chrysanthemum White".

Jiang Xian filled two cups of wine and raised them towards his father.

"Dad, I salute you. Thank you for taking root in the mountains and making positive contributions to the four modernizations and the development of China's microwave device industry!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you." Jiang Guoqing instinctively lowered the rim of his cup, then immediately reacted.
This is my son, not my leader.

"Chrysanthemum White" is neither spicy nor strong when you take it, and it warms your throat when you swallow it, and it has a flavor of traditional Chinese medicine.

Around 7 o'clock, neighbors brought stools and came to Jiang Xian's house to watch TV like pilgrims.

My eyes are full of envy and jealousy.

There are only 485 million televisions in the country right now, and Jiang Xian's family is one of the lucky ones among that 485 million family.

How can it not be sour?

"Dear audience, welcome to watch the 1979 Spring Festival Gala"

This was the first "Spring Festival Gala" in the strict sense, directed by Deng Zaijun and Yang Jie.

“It’s started. It’s started.”

“There are still programs.”

"What's this dance?"

"Why is this man dancing without clothes? Why is this woman also not wearing any clothes? Is this CCTV?"

"All children, get out. This is not suitable for children!"

There was a ballet performance of "Swan Lake" on TV. Because the performance costumes were tights, it looked like the actors were not wearing any clothes on the black and white TV.

As he was shouting, the picture on the TV suddenly went blank.

Everyone became anxious.

“Gone.”

"Why did it become snowflakes?"

"The TV does not work."

"I'll go adjust the antenna." Jiang Xian finished the wine in the cup, put on his military coat, squeezed out, and turned the antenna in the yard.

"Yes, yes!"

"Jiang Xian got it!"

The shouting in the house was drowned out by the "crackling" sound of firecrackers in the alley.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xian heard the song "Toast" sung by singer Li Guangxi.

"The wine is fragrant and the songs are flying

My friend, please have a drink