1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 43 Talented
The Institute of History of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences was formerly the First and Second Institutes of History of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

The first director: Guo Moruo.

This is a run-down unit, neither grandma nor grandpa loves it. The superior department, the Academy of Social Sciences, is even poorer and cannot even afford to build a school building for graduate students.

The research institute is very remote, within the Fourth Ring Road. Strictly speaking, this place is not even in Beijing.

Jiang Xian pulled it over with great effort, and his velvet five-hole cotton shoes got wet, and the cold air came up from the soles of his feet.

Fortunately, there was someone waiting at the entrance of the institute early in the morning. He was an old man wearing glasses.

"Comrade Jiang Xian?"

"Hello, Professor Hu. Professor Zhu asked me to come over." Jiang Xian shook hands politely.

This man is Hu Houxuan, an expert in oracle bone research.

In the early field of oracle bone studies, there was a saying of "Four Masters of Oracle Bones", namely: Luo Zhenyu, also known as Xuetang; Wang Guowei, also known as Guantang; Dong Zuobin, also known as Yantang; and Guo Moruo, also known as Dingtang.

Later, in addition to the "Four Halls", another "Xuan" was added, who referred to Hu Houxuan.

He led Jiang Xian in.

"I heard from Professor Zhu that you are also a writer?"

"I just published a short article in Beijing Literature and Art."

"Very good." Hu Houxuan nodded in admiration.

"Teacher Hu, does our History Research Institute have its own journal?" Jiang Xian asked.

"The director said he was planning to hold one this year."

In the late 70s and early 80s, large and small units across the country began to publish magazines. It was not just to promote the development of print media, but also because units that published magazines could enjoy subsidies.

This disorder quickly spread, and the higher authorities cleared out a number of low-level ones. Later in 84, a special notice was issued ordering city-level and county-level units to be responsible for their own profits and losses in journal publishing and not to use administrative and institutional funds to subsidize them.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, our institute is divided into the Period History Research Office and the Specialized History Research Office."

Seeing Jiang Xian's confused face, Hu Houxuan simply asked directly: "What information do you want to find?"

"I want to look into some things about the Qing Dynasty."

"I'll take you to the Qing History Research Room, but you can only read the materials here and you can't take them out."

"No problem, I know the rules."

Jiang Xian nodded, and then noticed a lonely old man sitting in the corner reading quietly.

Hu Houxuan followed his gaze and smiled.

"You are a writer. If you have some free time, you can ask that person for advice."

"Who?" Jiang Xian asked inquiringly.

Hu Houxuan smiled and said, "You are young, so you may not know him. Before liberation, he was a famous talent.

Have you heard of "Border Town"? That is the great writer Shen Yuehuan, Shen Congwen. "

1979 2 Month 10 Day.

As usual, Jiang Xiaojun was strolling on the street with his buddies.

"Brother Yingda, we will graduate from high school in half a year. What are your plans?"

"Study for college."

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Xiaojun was confused.

Aren't we two good buddies who skip school every day, smoke, drink, hang out in circles and quarrel together, and our great ideal is to be old guns?
You're saying now that you're preparing to take the college entrance exam!
"You're crazy. College entrance exams are so boring."

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"Where are you going to take the exam?"

"Yenching University." Yingda sighed, "Xiaojun, we are all grown up. I am two years older than you. I shouldn't just take you out to play every day and delay you. You like movies so much, why don't you apply to the Beijing Film Academy?"

After saying this, Yingda left, leaving Jiang Xiaojun alone and disheveled in the wind.

He felt that his deep revolutionary friendship had been betrayed.

"Comrade, the second issue of Beijing Literature and Art has arrived. Do you want to buy it?"

"Give me one."

Jiang Xiaojun pointed out the money indignantly.

He fetched the Beijing Literature and Art and took out his father's expensive "Sanwu" brand cigarettes. With this and that, Yingda was nothing.

Jiang Xiaojun felt happy again. He squatted in front of the newsstand and opened a random article.

"Are animals ferocious?"

There was still a cold wind in the capital city in February. Jiang Xiaojun was wrapped in his military coat and his nose was running. He stamped his feet and walked back and forth until he finished reading the novel.

Suddenly felt.

It was like a needle piercing into a blood vessel, and blood spurted out.

He squatted at the door of the newsstand, holding the copy of "Beijing Literature and Art", and sobbed in the cold wind.

"Isn't this written about me?"

In the past, he was rebellious, disobedient, and loved whoever he wanted.

But now, the surging hormones in the body are rapidly dissipating.

Those sunny days seemed to come to an abrupt end as described in the article.

Jie xjun Literature and Art Society.

The 21-year-old editor Wang Shuo took the new issues of People's Literature, Harvest, October, and Beijing Literature and Art from the communication room.
Just flip through it briefly.

“The animals are ferocious.”

A novel attracted Wang Shuo's attention.

"Oh my god, this is a new work by the great writer Jiang!"

He liked the article "The Chess King" so much that he immediately turned to the page of "Ferocious Animals" according to the table of contents.

Two years ago, his novel "Waiting" was published in "Jiexjun Literature and Art". It tells the story of a young girl in Beijing who has different ideas from her parents and disagrees on ideal love.

After the publication, he was transferred to "Liberation Army Literature and Art" as an editor.

It's quite leisurely to read books and drink tea in this shabby unit every day, but it's a pity that he can only stay here for a few months because he is about to be discharged from the army.

A few hours later.

Wang Shuo raised his head with a very complicated expression.

This somewhat familiar story deeply shocked him.

"How come he writes so well?"

“I just wrote it too hastily.”

"If this story could be written a little longer, Jiang Xian would have earned enough money to support his life."

Institute of Historical Research.

"call."

Jiang Xian put down his pen and spent some time here. He became familiar with the old men here and finally finished the work for "Story Club".

Honestly, I don't feel any sense of accomplishment.

I usually write "The Chess King" and "Animals Are Dangerous", and my writing is amazing.

Look at what you wrote.
The sentences are incoherent, the words and phrases are scarce, and the writing style is stiff. It is all supported by the gimmick of the story.

The fluency of prose can bring a unique beauty to literary works, just like the person at the other end of the room.

The beauty of Shen Congwen's writing in Border Town is unparalleled.

Jiang Xian has enough reason to believe that if the Nobel Prize judges could understand Chinese, China's first Nobel Prize in Literature would undoubtedly go to Shen Congwen.

Speaking of this shy old man, he was a bandit when he was young. (The semi-bandit team led by Yang Mingchen)
As I was taking a peek, I saw a familiar figure.

"Teacher Shi!"

"Teacher Jiang!"

Shi Wenxin was surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Come to study, how about you?"

"You know Teacher Shen, right?" Shi Wenxin pointed to a corner. "The factory sent me here to talk to Teacher Shen about filming Border Town."

"border town"?
Jiang Xian felt an itch on his head.

Have it.

(End of this chapter)