1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 111 The Injured Woman

[“Furong Town” is a new attempt on my creative path. As an attempt, it is inevitably naive and accompanied by some fallacies.

Fortunately, Master Lu Xun once said: "It is precisely because of its immaturity that we can place our hopes on this side." This is my consolation and also my self-encouragement.]
"How is it? How do you feel?" Jiang Xian grabbed two handfuls of melon seeds and passed them to them.

Zhang Jie shook her head and sighed, "You are such a good writer. If I publish a book, I will definitely ask you to write the preface for me."

"Please excuse me, Mr. Zhang. What I wrote was too mundane," Jiang Xian said politely.

"It's not worldly." Zhang Jie shook her head. "This is also a very important ability."

As the saying goes, "Even good wine needs a bush." ​​How much is your talent worth? A good artist must not only be able to create, but also know how to market himself.

Like Picasso and Van Gogh, who are often compared, they are living examples.

Even more classic is the great writer Maugham, whose representative work is "The Moon and Sixpence".

Maugham's novels were not selling well, so he published a marriage advertisement: [I like music and sports, I am a young and well-educated millionaire, and I hope to marry a woman who is exactly like the heroine in Maugham's novels.]
Just imagine how excited the girls would be when they saw this.

Thanks to this advertisement, Maugham went from being an unknown writer to a household name overnight and became a best-selling author.

"Comrade An Yi, eat some melon seeds."

"Thank you." Wang Anyi took the melon seeds awkwardly.

Unlike Zhang Jie, she was not very moved by the other parts, which were all sharing of her thoughts on writing "Furong Town": motivation, process, and readers' feedback. What moved her most were the words she saw at first sight.

Wang Anyi had only written a few essays and children's literature novels before. Jiang Xian was obviously about the same age as her, but he could already have such insights, which made her very envious.

Of course, the girl could never have imagined that this passage actually came from a novel called "To Live".

"The last time I went to Beijing Literature and Art, I heard from the new editor Liu Heng that you and Wang Meng had agreed on a new manuscript?" Zhang Jie asked while eating melon seeds.

Jiang Xian leaned against the three-drawer table and nodded.

“There is one.”

"Can we chat?"

"No problem. I just wanted to talk to you about this manuscript."

Jiang Xianle had to listen to Zhang Jie's suggestions.

After all, he did not copy it directly; he still incorporated some of his own insights and ideas. In case there were something inappropriate or unsuitable that led to errors in his thinking, if someone pointed it out to him earlier, he could avoid going further down the wrong path.

"Comrade An Yi, please listen to this as well. If there are any deficiencies, please help me point them out."

Wang Anyi was cheered up.

Compared to writing, she is more familiar with editing work. Although she is inferior to Jiang Xian in writing ability, if they talk about manuscripts, Wang Anyi is confident that she can still give Jiang Xian some valuable suggestions.

The cold wind blew against the window, and Jiang Xian briefly told the beginning of the story.

Wang Anyi was a little frightened when she heard this erotic and bold story, and then she came up with some opinions and suggestions.

“Isn’t it a bit too abrupt that Yang Tianqing falls in love with Wang Judou at first sight at the beginning of the story?” she pointed out.

In her opinion, love should be a long-lasting flow, as delicate and gentle as water dripping into a stream. How could it be a despicable idea?

"Think about it, shouldn't you do some groundwork? Gradually impress the other party through a few things." Wang Anyi gave Jiang Xian some advice in her editorial tone according to her own ideas, and also incorporated some extremely romantic ideas, which made her want to applaud.

Seeing that Jiang Xian was paying full attention and listening carefully, she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

At least in some aspects of cognition, she was better than him. "Little brother, have you started writing this manuscript?" Zhang Jie asked.

"It's not finished yet. I just wrote the beginning."

"Come on, let me help you fix the typos."

This reason was so powerful that Jiang Xian had no way of refusing.

He handed her the thin stack of manuscripts. Zhang Jie held it in her hands and read it attentively.

"Can I read it?" Wang Anyi asked.

"It's okay, just take a look."

Jiang Xian didn't mind much.

Wang Anyi took the page that Zhang Jie had finished reading from her. The large manuscript paper of 500 words was filled with neatly written words.

[The woman was called Wang Judou, she was in her twenties, with a tall figure like a poplar tree and a pink face like a small mushroom. She held the lively little donkey with her two straight long legs and moved steadily along the descending mountain path.

The red jacket shone like a fire that could not be extinguished by the rain, and the hair that had been soaked by the rain shone black and shiny like a large piece of burnt charcoal.
what?
Write like this!

Wang Anyi felt an extremely heavy breath coming towards her, pressing down on her.

She had read a lot of articles. If a beautiful woman looked elegant, the description would be feminine and gentle: a graceful figure, black hair, and a pair of eyes that could speak.

If it is vulgar, it would be: big thick braids and a big white butt.

How to write Jiang Xian?
As tall as a poplar, as pink as a mushroom, a fire that cannot be extinguished by rain or shine
And then there is Wang Judou’s face behind the raindrops:

The rouge that looked like clouds and rosy clouds was all ruined, and the traces of rain that were like flowers were flowing vertically and horizontally, like a ripe pumpkin with beautiful veins that had fallen off its vines.
Very clever.

Looking further back:

Every time she looked at him, he felt like he was weeding in a green corn field, the corn leaves were cutting his chest, itchy and painful. He didn't look at her, but he knew that the rouge on her face was like blood. He wanted to lick it with his tongue, and when he wanted to lick it, he felt like a snake crawling in his clothes, circling around his body, making him tremble with itchiness.
Hiss!
Wang Anyi's mind was greatly shaken and her confidence was constantly collapsing.

She is a very hard-working, motivated and strong-willed person.

But at this moment I couldn't help but doubt.

Even if she worked hard all her life, could she really write with the writing skills of Jiang Xian?
Turned a few more pages.

Her head buzzed and she was stunned.

She could never write such a great novel!

The interweaving of love and desire, the revelation of sin deep in the heart, this is already the deepest exploration of human nature.

She was still thinking about love and giving Jiang Xian some advice.
An elementary school student is actually pointing fingers at a college student. This is not only overestimating one's own qualifications, it is simply ridiculous.

She is not even in the same league as him!
Wang Anyi could no longer read this unfinished novel.

She couldn't calm down for a long time.

He even felt tears welling up in his eyes because of his own clumsiness and Jiang Xian's excellence.

It can be said that Jiang Xian's novel has caused harm to her.

An irreparable and great harm.

(End of this chapter)