1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 123 Love Letter
"Whose letter is it?" her sister Zhu Hong asked curiously.

"Give it to me."

Zhu Lin took the letter, went into the inner room and closed the door.

A person was sitting in front of a small wooden table. The table was not very large and was covered with a light red checkered tablecloth.

She opened the letter and unfolded the paper.

Read it through.

The color of the light red tablecloth seemed to spread from her neck, with a touch of rouge.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she laughed.

"Why would you write something like this to me?"

After thinking for a while, she drew the curtains, and there was a hidden atmosphere in the room, filled with rich aromas and the smell of balsamic.

Take off your shoes and get on the bed, wrap your feet with white cotton socks, lean against the head of the bed, and sit with your legs stretched out.

It was just a short letter, but she couldn't get enough of it. She read it over and over again, with a smile on her face as she was intoxicated by it.

E is shy and timid, and she hesitates.

"sister!"

The door was suddenly pushed open and Zhu Hong suddenly rushed in.

Zhu Lin hurriedly hid the letter behind her, with a strange and panicked look on her face.

"what happened?"

Zhu Hong looked at her suspiciously, vaguely feeling that something was unusual.

"Mom asked you to help her, so she bought some hairtail."

"I know, I'll be there right away."

"What are you doing in the house alone?"

"I want to think about something"

"Oh, then hurry up." Zhu Hong left the room.

Zhu Lin put on her slippers, folded the letter paper in her hand twice, and stuffed it under the pillow embroidered with peony flowers.

I pushed the door open and went under the coal shed, watching Dr. Liu fiddling with the frozen hairtail fish, which was as thick as a skin belt.

"Where did you get the hairtail, Mom?"

"It's your neighbor Aunt Liu who told me that there is a supply at the vegetable market today. The market opens at 7:30 in the morning, so I went to line up at 6 o'clock. I only got this much, and it's 38 cents per pound."

"38 cents? You're buying something so expensive?"

"The quarter is gone."

In those days, there were only two kinds of fish available for eating in the entire capital: hairtail and yellow croaker.

Hairtail fish has a lot of meat! And the meat is not easily damaged even after long-term transportation.

Even so, this thing is still in short supply in Beijing and enjoys a high status on the tables of Beijingers. A pound of hairtail is divided into three grades in the market: 25 cents, 38 cents, and 55 cents.

When visiting relatives and friends, it will be very impressive if you bring a few solid frozen hairtail fish!
The mother and daughter were talking outside, picking up hairtail in their hands.

The neighbors are so envious.

On the other side, the door of the inner room was quietly pushed open, and Zhu Hong tiptoed in.

He walked around, rummaged through drawers, searched under the table, lifted the bed, and finally looked at the pillow.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, reached down, and sure enough, she touched a piece of letter paper.

He pulled out the letter with a smug look on his face, unfolded it and read:
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I don’t know when it started, but everything has a day.

Malted milk will expire, luncheon meat will expire, even plastic wrap will expire.

I began to wonder, is there anything in this world that never expires?
If our memory is also a can, I hope this can will not expire. ——Jiang Xian]
Zhu Hong took a deep breath, and when she understood the lingering feelings in the calm words, the love came over her like a landslide or tsunami.

"This brother-in-law is really... Wow!" Zhu Hong's pupils flickered, and she jumped a few times on the spot because she couldn't suppress her excitement.

She loves literature and art, but she has never read literature of this flavor, let alone heard such literary love words.

The paper is filled with a flourishing romantic atmosphere.

So cool!
"Inspiration [Love Letter] Progress +1, Current Progress (2/10)"

"Ok?"

At No. 15 Hufang Road, Jiang Xian felt strange. How come the same prompt popped up twice in such a short time?

He had clearly only sent one letter.

"Jiang Xian!" "Teacher Dening!"

Just as I was thinking about it, Zhang Dening came to the door with some solid frozen hairtail.

"Jiang Xian, on behalf of Beijing Literature and Art, I'm here to wish you a happy new year."

"Teacher Dening, you are being too formal. Just eat lunch at home."

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The residents of the same unit watched in amazement the whole morning.

"Who is this guy on the third floor?"

"I don't know. This is a tenant."

"I've been watching all morning. A group of people will come soon. They've only been delivering hairtail all morning."

"Oh, you didn't see how wide that hairtail is. It's only 55 cents!"

"55 cents? I think it looks like a Bohai Knife. The fish's eyes are black and shiny."

"I'm so lucky. I went to the market and waited all morning but didn't catch a single fish."

"Can you finish this? If you go to their house and ask for one, will they give it to you?"

"Do you know him?"

“It’s not all about neighbors.”

"You can go ahead. Don't tell others that you work at CCTV. It's embarrassing."

The kitchen is right at home. Rao Yuemei started busying herself with the sizzling sound of oil and the fragrance wafting in the air.

Zhang Dening felt embarrassed to eat for free, so he offered to help, "Let me help you."

"Don't bother, you are the guest, I will do it." Rao Yuemei smiled and drove her away.

Jiang Xian also came over.

"Mom, what are we going to eat today?"

"Fried, what? You want braised?"

"Teacher Dening, what do you want to eat?"

"I can do it."

"Let's make pancakes with hairtail fish!" Jiang Xian suggested.

There is a particular way to eat hairtail wrapped in pancake. It is first fried and then stewed, making it crispy and tender, with the fish bones broken into pieces, and finally wrapped in pancake and eaten.

"That's a lot of work."

"Don't worry, Teacher Dening finally came to our house, good food is never too late."

Zhang Dening and Jiang Xian were both kicked out of the kitchen, and they started chatting about "Fuxi Fuxi" outside.

"You don't even know that when I came here just now, Works and Controversy had already contacted us to reprint Fuxi Fuxi."

"So fast?"

"We were all very surprised!" Zhang Dening's face was full of excitement. "By the way, did you know that Yan Gang wrote a commentary article about you in today's Guangming X Newspaper?"

"Yan Gang?"

Jiang Xian was surprised. He had met Yan Gang at a literary congress before. Yan Gang said he wanted to write a review for "Furong Town", but he had never met him. Jiang Xian thought he was just being polite, but he didn't expect him to write a review for "Fuxi Fuxi" first.

"Yan Gang's commentary, I have to take a look at it."

The hairtail would not recover in a short time, so Jiang Xian simply went downstairs and got a copy of today's "Guangming X Newspaper" from a nearby newspaper stand.

Soon, I saw a literary review written by Yan Gang in the literature review section:

The Leaping Flame at the Bottom of Life - Fuxi Fuxi

The article highly praised the novel "Fuxi Fuxi" and Jiang Xian, and the opening sentence is:
This is the most outstanding work created by Jiang Xian so far!
What shocked me was not the story itself, but the joy and pain, struggle and repression brought by human primitive desires, and how the flames leaping at the bottom of life burned Yang Tianqing and Wang Judou to ashes.

Jiang Xian's revelation of the dangers of human beings caused by the conflict between human instincts and the outside world is shocking.

Human instinct is like a brilliant flame, but the superego and external reality have such a great repressive power that they finally burn the individual immersed in it into ashes. Desire and death become people's inescapable fate. This is also the biggest reading experience that "Fuxi Fuxi" brings me.

Yan Gang is a veteran critic and is quite famous in the domestic literary criticism circle. This review article will undoubtedly further enhance the influence of "Fuxi Fuxi".

Guangming X Newspaper is a major official newspaper, and the fact that Jiang Xian's work can be published there shows that he has at least received official recognition.

There is no need to worry that in the war of public opinion, conservatives who dislike this article will have the upper hand.

(End of this chapter)