1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 105 I want to write an article

The serialization of "Furong Town" in "People's Literature" has ended, and Renwen Publishing House has the idea of ​​publishing it.

The person who contacted Jiang Xian was Li Jingfeng, who was the head of the North Novel Group of the People's Literature Publishing House.

The fiction group of Renwen Publishing House is on the third floor and is divided into two editorial offices: the North Fiction Group and the South Fiction Group. The Yangtze River is used as the boundary, and authors from the north and south are divided into the North and South Groups.

Jiang Xian is from Beijing, so naturally it was the Northern Novel Group who came to contact him.

Li Jingfeng is a tall man from Northeast China. He said regretfully, "You, you wasted the material in your article "Furong Town". This life could have been written into several works, but you compressed it all into 200,000 words."

"I don't think so." Jiang Xian shook his head. "As a writer, you should give your all in every novel. If you still have reservations, then it must be unqualified writing."

"You set too high standards for yourself, but that's true. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to write so well."

Li Jingfeng used to be Feng Jicai's editor. He was a very enthusiastic person who treated the author as a friend and shared his joys and sorrows. He even invited Feng Jicai, who was extremely down and out, to his home to eat pork dumplings more than once.

"Come to think of it, Comrade Jingfeng, you are my first male editor." Jiang Xian couldn't help but say.

"Really?" Li Jingfeng was surprised.

Jiang Xian nodded.

One by one.

Since he started writing articles, he has worked with three editors, Zhang Dening, Wang Fu, and Li Xiaolin, all female editors. He has never worked with a male editor.

"Then I am really honored." Li Jingfeng smiled, "Mr. Feng came to our house to eat dumplings. I will invite you two to come to our house for a meal later."

Li Jingfeng's invitation made Jiang Xian feel much more at ease than Gu Cheng's.

The publishing process was relatively easy. Jiang Xian's work had already been serialized in People's Literature, so there was no need to revise the manuscript. All he had to do was check some details with the publishing house.

Li Jingfeng made a request to him, "Jiang Xian, can you ask some veteran writers in the circle to write a preface for you?"

"I'll contact him later." Jiang Xian thought about it. He had a wide network of contacts and the old man knew a lot of people.

Who should write for him?

"Jiang Xian, I, I can't take it anymore." Zhu Lin's chest kept heaving.

Sweat wet her smooth forehead and stained a few strands of hair.

Jiang Xian had a heart of stone, "Where have we reached now?"

"No, I can't stand it, it's too intense." Zhu Lin complained.

In Beihai Park, Xicheng District, two people are riding bicycles, one in front and one behind. A white tower stands not far away.

"Okay, take a break."

He found a place to park his bicycle, took an iron chain, and tied it and Zhu Lin's bicycle to the tree.

"Go sit over there."

Jiang Xian pointed to a bench and the two sat down side by side.

Zhu Lin took out a thermos from her bag. It was an old-fashioned one with a beige wall and a red tulip on it.

“Drink some water.

She diligently poured a small cup into the lid of the cup. Jiang Xian drank it in one gulp. It was already a little cold.

Zhu Lin took a sip from the cup. "Why did you write Ai Jinghua as a cyclist? It's not that I think riding a bicycle is hard, I'm just a little curious."

"Well, I admire the tenacious fighting spirit and the spirit of never giving up of cyclists, which happens to be similar to Ai Jinghua's character, so I express this in her."

Ai Jinghua in the movie is not only a cyclist, but also can ride a motorcycle.

In order to play this role well, Zhao Jing even went out of her way to hang out with cyclists for some time.

Zhu Lin put the cup on her lap and said, "I think there is one good thing about making movies. If you are willing to learn, you can learn some skills."

"Comrade Xiao Zhu has a very high level of awareness."

Not far away, there was a silhouette artist holding a pair of small scissors, whispering to passers-by from time to time: "Cut a picture, keep it as a souvenir."

This is called portrait silhouette, and it's quite fun.

Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin strolled over.

"Master, how much for a haircut?"

"3 points."

He glanced at Zhu Lin and asked, "Cut one?"

"Come on, what a waste of money."

"Oh, it's not a waste." Jiang Xian was very happy. He took out the money quickly and pulled Zhu Lin to sit on the stool.

It will be difficult to find these people in the capital in the future.

It only takes one minute for one person to cut a side face. The old man has very skillful hands and the cut looks like it was taken with a camera.

"You can really tell it's a human figure." Zhu Lin was quite surprised.

"Let me see yours."

Zhu Lin gave him hers, Jiang Xian held it up and compared it with Zhu Lin's profile, and they were exactly the same.

Her face was reflected in the afterglow, with a bit of oily light, and the contour of her profile was softly set off, and the soft lines made people linger. Zhu Lin imitated him and overlapped the hollowed-out part of the silhouette with Jiang Xian's profile.

"Want to switch?"

"If you want to change it, just change it."

In fact, you don’t have to change it.

she thinks.

Because Jiang Xian's profile was imprinted in her heart exactly.

The transfer order from the Writers Association was approved, and Jiang Xian successfully became a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He also went to the office of the Chinese Writers Association to take a look.

At No. 2 Shatan North Street, in the yard of Red Flag magazine, the Chinese Writers Association had its office in a makeshift two-story board house. It was shabby and few writers came. After a quick look around, they would leave.

A group of actors came to the Beijing Film Studio for audition today, including Zhu Lin.

Jiang Xian walked into the conference room, greeted Wang Haowei, and then found a seat to sit down.

The first person to come in for the audition was Liu Xiaoqing.

Liu Xiaoqing is 29 years old this year, but her face is still rosy, her lips are plump, and she looks very well nourished.

"Hello, director, hello everyone! My name is Liu Xiaoqing, and I'm an actor in the Beijing Film Studio's drama troupe."

Liu Xiaoqing played the supporting role of Zhang Lan in "Look at This Family", and later won the Best Supporting Actress Award at the 3rd Hundred Flowers Awards next year for this supporting role.

"Well, Xiaoqing, recite a line." Wang Haowei said.

Liu Xiaoqing then recited a passage, which was a poem about the direct confrontation between Ma Dache and Ai Jinghua.

"Go ahead and curse, that's enough, you've cursed so many times, aren't you ashamed?"

"Okay Xiaoqing."

Wang Haowei waved his hand and Liu Xiaoqing bowed.

Everyone thought she was leaving, so she picked up the thermos and filled Wang Haowei's teacup, which had been emptied at some point, before leaving.

Jiang Xian sat in the corner and watched.

This is the way of the world, he deserves to be angry.

The next person to come in was Chen Qiang, followed by Chen Peisi.

Chen Qiang is naturally Ma Dache, and Chen Peisi is trying out the role of Ma Sanbei, and they are both father and son.

Wang Haowei was dissatisfied with Chen Peisi and was sneaky, so how could Ai Jinghua like him?

Finally, Zhu Lin came in.

"Hello teachers, my name is Zhu Lin, and I am an employee of the Medical College."

As soon as she finished her introduction, the number of people interested in her immediately decreased, and some even whispered to each other.

"Please recite a passage." Wang Haowei said.

Zhu Lin picked up the script and glanced around timidly, feeling nervous.

"Be quiet." Jiang Xian knocked on the table, and that made things feel better.

Zhu Lin took a deep breath.

It was like a performance on stage, taking a few steps forward, with a slightly trembling voice of crying and some kind of pleading.

"Uncle, you are drunk"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent, as if she was the only one left.

After everything remained still for a few seconds, Zhu Lin held back her tears and spoke in a firm tone, as if she was full of determination.

"I'm going to live in this west wing!"

Wang Haowei was cheered up.

He looked at her again, then quickly wrote something in the notebook.

Jiang Xian didn't expect that Wang Meng would actually come to the Beijing Film Studio.

He said bluntly, "Jiang Xian, I must ask you to write an article this time."

Jiang Xian didn't want to offend Wang Meng.

But he was indeed somewhat helpless.

"I really don't have any manuscripts recently."

"Look, you're making excuses again." Wang Meng was obviously not that easy to deal with.

Liu Heng chimed in, "Teacher Jiang, you are not kind. Beijing Literature and Art is also your mother's home."

Jiang Xian's eyes fell on him, and an idea flashed in his mind.

"Oh, this is something I suddenly thought of!"

(End of this chapter)