1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 65 Martyrs

After the matter was settled, Jiang Xian finally had time to say hello to the big brother next to him.

"Who is this comrade?"

"Hello, my name is Wang Weiguo."

"Comrade Weiguo, I am Jiang Xian."

"Are you Jiang Xian?" Wang Weiguo was surprised. "I have read all your works and I love them all."

"thanks, thanks."

Jiang Xian had never heard of Wang Weiguo, so he politely took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, "Comrade Weiguo, are you here to revise your work at Contemporary?"

"I was lucky enough to get a manuscript approved."

"What's the name? I'll read it after it's published."

"I dare not read it. I wrote an article called 'A Thrilling Scene'."

"Hmm?" Jiang Xian's ears moved, and he quickly raised his head to look at this round-faced man from northern Shaanxi, a desperate outlaw in the literary world, a martyr of Chinese literature, a son of the earth, a writer who wrote like an ox or a horse, a suicidal hard worker, a lonely and forbearing tough guy on the Loess Plateau -

Lu Yao.

On the other side, Wang Fu returned to the office with the manuscript, put on his reading glasses, and held the manuscript as thick as a piece of cake.

Scan down line by line.

"Furong Town?"

Unlike the original work, Jiang Xian weakened the current affairs that he hated so much in "Furong Town" during his revision, and instead strengthened his condemnation of the shameless and distorted human nature. The added character "Dou Baoying" played such a role.

"Furong Town" has a total of 19 words, and it took Wang Fu almost 8 hours to finish reading it.

This is considered slow. Finding good manuscripts is the editor's job, so experienced editors have mastered certain reading skills.

Wang Fu has a habit when reading manuscripts. He uses the tip of a pen to guide himself to read. This helps him concentrate better and improves his reading speed.

But when reading Jiang Xian's "Furong Town", Wang Fu did not need such assistance at all. She was deeply attracted by every word in it and was completely immersed in the story.

"Luckily I got it back from Contemporary Magazine!"

Wang Fu felt scared. She almost missed an excellent manuscript because of Liu Yin's interference.

"We must find Qin Zhaoyang and sue Liu Yin!"

What impressed Wang Fu most was the chapter structure of the novel, which is quite unique and similar to the Rongguo Mansion in "Water Margin" and "Dream of Red Mansions". There are four chapters in total, each chapter describes four eras, and each chapter has seven sections, with one character in each section.

That’s right, this novel is based on characters, with sheng, dan, jing, chou, huatou and heitou appearing one after another on stage.

Everyone's appearance and experiences in that era are presented before our eyes in this form.

"Even in mainstream literature, Jiang's works are full of differences from others."

"Seeking novelty and being avant-garde is also his style."

"There really is an extraordinary person in the capital."

Wang Fu sighed a few words, picked up his pen, thought for a moment, and then wrote down his review comments:

[A grim rural song that profoundly reflects reality and human nature.]
She stood up, picked up the manuscript, and handed the manuscript of "Furong Town" to Cui Daoyi, deputy team leader of the novel group.

"Comrade Daoyi, please take a look at this manuscript."

Cui Daoyi took it and glanced at her review comments first.

"Comrade Wang Fu, it's rare that this manuscript is rated so highly?"

"What a rare good manuscript!" Wang Fu said this, but he felt it was a bit inappropriate. After all, this was the third such good manuscript in Jiang Xian's hands.

She was just thinking about how to express herself again when her stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

"You didn't even have lunch during the review process?"

"At that time I thought I was almost done watching it, but I didn't expect it would take so long."

Cui Daoyi smiled helplessly, "If you had informed us earlier, it would have been nice for us to bring you some cold steamed buns."

Having said that, he also understands the feeling of coming across a good manuscript.

Not to mention going to eat, I didn't even want to drink water or go to the toilet. Turning my head to say a word to others was a waste of time and would destroy the mood of being fully immersed in the article. I just wanted to finish reading it in one go in the world of words.

"Fortunately, there aren't many good manuscripts like this, otherwise you would starve to death if you kept working so hard every day."

"Then I am also devoting myself to Chinese literature. I hope there will be more good manuscripts like this."

"Yes, if that's the case, then there's nothing wrong with being a martyr."

Cui Daoyi glanced at his watch and said, "It's too late now. It's such a thick manuscript. I'll take it home to review it."

"Thank you, Editor Cui, for your hard work." "It depends on how the manuscript is. If it's a good manuscript, then it won't count as overtime."

In later literary circles, some enthusiasts compiled a list of the “Four Famous Editors”, one of whom was Cui Daoyi.

He is an old editor of People's Literature. More than a decade ago, he discovered an author named Wang Zengqi from the Nature manuscript. Later, he discovered an author named Jiang Zilong. Later, Xu Chi's "Goldbach's Conjecture", Maraqinfu's "Tengri Sunrise", and Liu Xinwu's "Class Teacher".
Cui Daoyi returned home. His wife was at the afternoon shift, so he ate a few bites of food by himself. Then he sat at the entrance of the alley, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, and began to read the manuscript.

This watching, he had been watching it till dawn, when his wife came back from work and the power was out, so he lit a kerosene lamp to watch it, it seemed a bit like he was possessed.

I went through the whole manuscript and finally saw:

Qin Shutian and Hu Yuyin had a child and wanted to register their marriage, but their application was not approved.

Dou Baoying summoned him to the commune that day, and he was interrogated violently.

"Qin Shutian! Hu Yuyin! Is it true that you are living together illegally?" Li Guoxiang asked sternly.

Qin Shutian refused to admit his guilt and refused to bow his head.

Wang Qiushe slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Kneel down for me! Kneel down for me!"

Qin Shutian had been kneeling for more than ten years. For the first time in more than ten years, he straightened his back, refusing to kneel down or even bow his head.

Hu Yuyin also straightened her back, showing off her belly to the entire venue.

The heavy rain soaked their faces, hair, clothes and shoes as they stood face to face.

Eye to eye, face to face.

They did not speak, and it was impossible to make them speak.

But their hearts are connected, and they understand each other's meaning:

"Live, live like an animal."

Seeing this, Cui Daoyi's eyes were already red, and he couldn't tell what he felt.

My mind was surging like black waves.

It was not until this moment that he remembered that he had never paid attention to the author's name. He turned to the first page and saw two words:

Jiang Xian!

Yes, such works should come from him.

Good work!
It is really a good work as Wang Fu said!
The sky was already getting light, and Choi Do-yi was enduring the difficult dawn.

I arrived at the unit early and waited for the current editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" - Comrade Guang Weiran, to see his representative work "Yellow River Cantata".

"What are you doing here? Do you want a room too?"

"I just need a place to live."

Cui Daoyi slapped the manuscript and said, "Don't you dare to let this work be published!"

Guang Weiran glanced at the thick manuscript.

"Huh? This manuscript is more important than the house? Leave it here with me."

"it is good!"

Cui Daoyi put it on the table, and Guang Weiran spent a day reading it.

The vicissitudes of the world and the darkness of human nature are all described in one town. It is such a bold article.

Today, Guang Weiran is one of the people who holds the right to speak in literature and art, and only Xia Yan, Feng Mu, Chen Huangmei and others can compete with him.

Whether he supports or denies this article, it will undoubtedly cause a huge wave.

Will it cause trouble?

The old man paced around the room for a few times with his hands behind his back. Finally, he stopped, called Cui Daoyi over, and waved his hand.

"hair!"

“Not only should it be published, but the title should also be put on the cover as the highlight article of the issue!”

"No need for a meeting?"

"No need to open it, I will take the responsibility!"

"Okay! This article will definitely not disappoint you."

Cui Daoyi raised the manuscript with excitement and rushed out of the office, feeling extremely happy.

“It’s been approved!”

"Comrade Wang Fu, please notify the author."

(End of this chapter)