1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 122 Best Seller Code
SZ City.

The bluestone streets are shrouded in mist and rain.

17-year-old Su Tong was walking alone with a bag on his shoulder. From time to time, he could hear the tinkling of bicycle bells and the vendors in the river rowing their oars to sell New Year's goods.

Behind his ears, a group of kids were asking and answering questions to each other, and he turned around to look.

“How many willows are there in the spring breeze?”

"Thousands and thousands of willows swaying in the spring breeze."

"How do you shake the 600 million Shenzhou?"

"How to shake? All six hundred million Chinese are Shun and Yao."

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Su Tong is a student at the No. 39 Middle School in SZ City and will take the college entrance examination this year.

When he was 9 years old, he suffered from nephritis, which also led to the complications of sepsis. He had to take a year off from school and stayed at home. From then on, his personality became "lonely" and "inferior".

The doctor warned him not to eat salt, saying that a boy on the same street with the same disease died after dipping chopsticks in the salt shaker and eating salt. So he didn't dare eat salt for a year for fear of death.

It is also because he is always filled with fear of death that Su Tong is more thoughtful and sensitive than his peers.

"Do you have Harvest?" He went to a newspaper stand in a depressed mood.

"No."

"What about October?"

"No more."

"What else?"

"How about 'Beijing Literature and Art'? It just came out this month."

"how much is it?"

"Two cents and two cents."

Su Tong recalled that "Capital Literature and Art" was a pretty good magazine. He took out some scattered money from his handkerchief to pay the bill. It was his living expenses that he had saved up bit by bit.

Su Tong found a quiet place and read it one by one until he came to "Fuxi Fuxi". He saw the vulgar descriptions between the lines and the extremely shocking content, "This, this aunt and nephew?"

My eyes lit up instantly!

He was considered to have seen the world. When he was 9 years old, he read a very bold book. It was a "reward" given to him by his sister who was in middle school. In the book, he saw descriptions of kissing and even sex that made him blush. The one who impressed him the most was a woman named Maslova.

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Su Tong watched very attentively, maintaining the same posture. He would watch certain scenes repeatedly, carefully reading each word several times to experience the blushing and heartbeats in the scenes.

Ju Dou gave birth to Yang Tianbai. Yang Jinshan, who didn't know the truth, was overjoyed, but then he turned to sorrow and suffered a stroke and became paralyzed.

His collapse brings the story to a new climax:

Ju Dou and Tian Qing's rampage is almost unstoppable, and Yang Jinshan suddenly realizes his tragedy.

"——Naughty——dog——"

Ju Dou is no longer afraid:

"You are paralyzed! You still want to bully me? Dream on!"

"I've done it, and I'll tell you clearly."

"That person is Tianqing! You are so angry, you old man!"

The more I read Su Tong's works, the more I find them wonderful. They are so beautifully written!

Especially the way the three of them get along after they made it clear.

If he were to think about it, this plot would definitely be hysterical, erupting like a volcano.

But Jiang Xian’s handling of it was too advanced.

It's a harmonious and humane relationship!

After learning about his daughter-in-law's scandal, Yang Jinshan failed to commit suicide, failed to kill the evil boy, and finally just fell into a good sleep.

Yang Tianqing would even pull him to the river to take a bath, and the uncle and nephew would still be amazed and laugh at the soap bubbles.

"This this--"

"Great!"

“This is so well written!”

Su Tong felt that this story seemed true, as if it had definitely happened somewhere.

Jiang Xian is not writing.

He recorded all of this truth!
Su Tong really likes this style of work.

Desire dominates life, desire distorts human nature, and desire confuses people's minds.

Jiang Xian is simply his intimate brother, and he wrote down everything he thought in his heart vividly!

He made up his mind that he must be admitted to a university in Beijing this year, go to Beijing and see the writer.

On the way home, Su Tong passed by the newspaper selling point again, and this time it was blocked by many people.

"Is there any more of "Beijing Literature and Art"?"

"February! I want the February one!"

"What nonsense! What do I need last year's for?"

“Of course it’s from February this year!”

Bang, bang, bang.

On a train from Beijing to Xi'an, Zhang Yimou, a college student preparing to go home for the New Year, squatted alone in a cramped space in the carriage.

He is 30 years old this year, which means he has exceeded the age for registering for the college entrance examination. However, he was admitted to the Beijing Film Studio as an exception. He is also the only student among all his classmates who receives a salary while going to school.

At this moment, he was holding a copy of "Capital Literature and Art" and reading it attentively, and had already read the last few lines of the article.

[Ju Dou's small feet pushed the wheel wildly, and the long red cloth on it suddenly flew up at one end, while the other end fell into the dyeing pool due to gravity. The waterwheel set off a splashing sound, and the red cloth that was half-dyed when Tianqing died also fell into the water, which startled a ball of burning fire.

"Not good! Not good!"

"on fire!"

"The dye house was ordered!"

The sky above Hongshuiyu was filled with smoke, and the heads of people outside the dyeing factory were huddled together like black maggots.

Wang Judou did not die after all. By now, the famous pretty widow had become extremely old.

During the Qingming Festival, she would go to the Yang family cemetery, sit down between two mounds whose identities could not be determined, and sing a song for the two men she had served. The sad tune was the most moving music that could be heard in Hongshuiyu.

"My poor man——"]
wonderful!

It’s so wonderfully written!

Zhang Yimou was so refreshed while reading the novel, completely immersed in the world of the novel, that he even ignored the foot and body odor in the carriage.

"Why did Yang Tianqing commit suicide?" The bus stopped at one station, and the old man who had been following him all the way went to the toilet, missing a part of the bus.

"Because Yang Jinshan died, he and Ju Dou separated." Zhang Yimou explained to him.

"Can't the two of them meet?"

"It's almost impossible to run into her. She's a widow, and there are many people watching her. Yang Tianbai has grown into a man, so he won't be spared."

"Isn't that his son?"

"He didn't recognize him."

Zhang Yimou specially opened one of the pages for him:
Yang Tianbai thought about his mother's recent expression and his cousin's suspicious calmness, and his hair stood up. He picked up a kitchen knife from the chopping board, and his heart was extremely calm.

If his cousin really did it, he would chop him up like a melon!

He wanted to kill his mother!
He thought of the vegetable cellar on the back wall, and his head started to buzz. The cellar entrance was covered with a lid, so he replaced his knife with a flashlight and crawled in.

After only three steps he lay there motionless.

A dim beam of light shone on the pile of potatoes.

Niang and Tianqing put their heads together and shrank their bodies uglyly.

Yang Tianbai, feeling grief and indignation, did something he had never done before.

He put pants on his forty-four-year-old mother.

"After this incident, Yang Tianqing committed suicide," said Zhang Yimou.

The old man's eyes became wider and wider, and brighter and brighter.

"Awesome! This author writes an awesome article!"

"Hey, buddy, what book is this? Can you lend it to me?"

"There's a newspaper vendor on the next platform. Ask if they have this magazine."

“This novel is so well written!”

Listening to the praise, shouting and spitting from people around me.

Zhang Yimou suddenly felt honored.

A hope arises in my heart.

“It would be great if I could make this novel into a movie.”

Editorial department of "Beijing Literature and Art".

During the Spring Festival, there are three days off from the first to the third day of the first lunar month. There is no system of adjusting the holidays, so as New Year's Eve approaches, the editors are still sticking to their jobs.

"It's only been a few days, and the February editions of several newspaper outlets in Beijing have already sold out!"

"Are there any left?"

"The January issue is still available, and the remaining February issue has been sent to Tianjin."

"This Jiang Xian is really a best-selling code!"

While several editors were discussing passionately, Li Qingquan made the decision to print more copies.

"Print 80 more copies!"

"80 million?!"

"How long has it been since our Beijing Literature and Art has printed so many copies?"

"Comrades in the printing factory have to work overtime."

The female editor was chattering away as Liu Heng walked in, dragging a sack with a miserable look on his face.

"Letters are coming, letters from readers are coming!"

"A letter has arrived, from Comrade Zhu Lin!"

The staff quarters of Beijing Institute of Technology.

Zhu Lin went out puzzledly and signed for the letter from the postman.

"letter?"

"Who wrote it?"

(End of this chapter)