1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 119 Opposition to the publication of "Fuxi Fuxi"

"This straw bag is a wall to block the wind."

"She was neither humble nor overbearing."

"He looked neither gloomy nor masculine."

"What the hell is Diao Deyi doing?"

"Are their surnames Jiang or Wang?"

Jiang Xian had just returned to the Beijing Film Studio when he heard the singing of "Sha Jia Bang" here. This section of "Battle of Wits" is a classic among classics.

As the end of the year approaches, Wang Haowei took the lead and the crew of "Traffic Heavy Traffic" held a tea party to build relationships, unite the literary and artistic front, and complete the tasks assigned by the state.

Many comrades were ready to show their talents, so they started practicing. Ge You, Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao were like losers, and they just squatted on the side and watched.

"Jiang Xian!"

"Writer Jiang!"

Jiang Xian had just parked his car under the carport when he turned around and ran into Zhu Lin and Liu Xiaoqing, who were walking and chatting in the snow.

"Hey, why are you two together?"

"Screenwriter Jiang, I'm free today, so I'll discuss with Zhu Lin my understanding of the character of Ai Jinghua. I believe it will be helpful to her as well." Liu Xiaoqing said.

"Sister Xiaoqing has a deep understanding. I had not thought of many things before. She also has a lot of experience in filming and told me a lot of things."

Jiang Xian was surprised.

This is a huge scene!
But apart from anything else, Liu Xiaoqing is a very dedicated actress. When she was filming "Look At This Family", she was busy with two dramas. Fearing that she would not perform well, she took the initiative to give up the "main role" and instead played the supporting role of Zhang Lan.

"Mr. Jiang, your scarf is really nice. It's made of wool and the workmanship is really detailed."

"The target beat me."

Zhu Lin's face flushed, and she pretended not to know, "Really? You have a partner?"

"Yes, she's very pretty. I'll introduce her to you some other day."

"You young people are so romantic, you keep giving gifts to each other." Liu Xiaoqing didn't know that she had become their toy, and she was full of envy. "My husband doesn't understand these things, and he always complains that I don't spend enough time with him."

"My partner is busy too." Jiang Xian complained.

Zhu Lin blushed and quickly changed the subject, "What are you going to perform at the tea party?"

“I still have to perform?”

"Of course you have to perform." Liu Xiaoqing said, "You can't be without a show by then. I won't let you off!"

"So what are you two planning to act out? Let's work together to create one."

"Who wants to do this with you?" Zhu Lin wrinkled her nose and asked with a smile in her eyes, "Sister Xiaoqing and I are planning to dance a segment of The Red Detachment of Women. Do you want to dance?"

"It's not impossible. I welcome screenwriter Jiang to join us!" said Liu Xiaoqing.

Both of them were from art troupes and had good dancing skills, so they could easily play the Red Detachment of Women.

"I'll just whistle for a bit."

"You can't whistle!" Liu Xiaoqing held his stomach and laughed, "Everyone should drink some tea at that time. If you whistle, everyone will just want to go to the toilet. Who will watch the show?"

"That's right. Don't some people claim to be talented?" Zhu Lin blinked her almond-shaped eyes.

"I'm just bragging?"

After the two of them left, Jiang Xian strolled over and prepared to go to the cafeteria to eat. He happened to sit at the same table with Chen Peisi and the others.

While eating, Chen Peisi said he wanted to perform at the tea party.

Zhu Shimao actually has the same strong desire to perform as Chen Peisi, but he is too embarrassed to say it directly like Chen Peisi did, so he said tactfully: "Director Wang requires everyone to perform, I think it would be good for a few male comrades to do one together."

"Mr. Zhu, this is a good idea!" Chen Peisi agreed very much.

Ge You was very self-aware and waved his hands in a gloomy voice, "I can't come, you guys do it, other comrades are so dazzling, I won't be embarrassed."

Chen Peisi was unhappy when he heard this. "Chen Yude and Wang Yonghuan are both on the show. Just think about it, the applause from the female comrades is given to them. Are you willing to accept this?"

Chen Yude and Wang Yonghuan are also male actors from the crew of "Look at This Family". This time they play supporting roles in "Traffic".

Ge You was still depressed, "I'm afraid they will spit on my face."

Jiang Xian said soberly: "Don't worry about this. How can the female comrades reward you?"

Chen Peisi's eyes narrowed and he looked at Jiang Xian.

"Writer Jiang, you are well-educated and have many ideas. Please come up with a program for us."

"I can't, I can't." "Don't be so modest, screenwriter Jiang, you arrange it, arrange it." Zhu Shimao also persuaded.

Jiang Xian pondered it.

"What about singing opera?"

Ge You's head was shaking like a sieve.

"I won't."

"Sing?"

"I won't."

Jiang Xian took a bite of rice and thought about it.

"How about this, let's find another person, and I'll lead you to perform a crosstalk together."

Beijing Literature and Art Editorial Department.

The manuscript of "Fuxi Fuxi" was circulated among all members of the novel group.

Of course, there was more than just that one manuscript. I specially asked a transcriber to make a few more copies. There were no printers in those days and typewriters were not easy to use, so every unit had the profession of transcriber, especially places like magazines.

The handwriting of some writers is so terrible that the editors can't understand it, so the writers have to ask a transcriber to copy it again, which of course costs money.

Li Qingquan asked everyone to write review comments, and when he finally collected them, the review comments for "Fuxi Fuxi" actually totaled more than 20 pages!

"Old Li, take a look. These are the opinions of all members of the novel group." Wang Meng handed the review opinions to Li Qingquan.

There are many voices of support, but there are also quite a few voices of opposition.

Wang Meng had already counted them, and the number of votes against was exactly one more than the number of votes in favor, which means that the leaders of the novel group finally voted against the publication of "Fuxi Fuxi".

Wang Meng felt helpless about this result.

But what really determines whether to publish or not is Li Qingquan’s attitude.

Because he is the one who bears the risk in the end.

Li Qingquan took the review comments and read them carefully page by page.

"Jiang Xian not only projects his keen eyes on the external world, but also goes deep into the inner spiritual world of people!"

"He explored and blazed a new trail from the old paths of others!"

"This article has a high degree of artistic effect."

"He is good at capturing the two opposing poles in a character's inner world!"

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Wang Meng sat nervously by the side, waiting for Li Qingquan to give the final result.

He had already guaranteed to Jiang Xian that the article could be published, so Jiang Xian wrote it.

If he cannot send it out, it means he has broken his promise.

After a long time, Li Qingquan patiently read the last page, leaned back in his chair, frowned and said, "It seems that everyone's opinions are inclined not to publish it."

"Old Li" Wang Meng wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Li Qingquan.

"The higher-ups are planning to transfer me to People's Literature, but I haven't made a decision yet."

Facing his sudden question, Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What are your plans?"

"."Li Qingquan said nothing.

"You shouldn't have left."

Wang Meng thought about it and gave his advice: "You failed at People's Literature. You shouldn't go back. And with your experience, you should know that you had the final say at Beijing Literature and Art without any resistance. But that won't work at People's Literature."

Li Qingquan rubbed his temples.

"I think that where you fall, there you get up."

"Old Li"

Wang Meng wanted to persuade him, but Li Qingquan held his hand and smiled at him.

"Not just for me."

"When I leave, I can still leave a good article for Beijing Literature and Art."

"Why not do it?"

(End of this chapter)