1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 130 Collection Completed
"Just guess."

Zhu Lin glanced at him, packed her lunch box and left.

Jiang Xian sat there for a while in confusion, cleaning out the eggplant in the lunch box.

After dinner, he rode his bike to No. 7 West Chang'an Avenue and happened to run into Wang Meng coming out of the cafeteria.

"Teacher Wang!" he greeted.

"Jiang Xian is here?" Wang Meng smiled at him, "Let's go to my office and sit for a while."

The two of them walked past the entrance of the Beijing Literature and Art guesthouse. Wang Meng suddenly remembered something and asked, "Which room were you staying in at that time?"

"I?"

"When you first came to Beijing Literature and Art to revise your manuscript, didn't you stay at our guesthouse?"

"304!"

Jiang Xian will certainly never forget the time when he fought alone in 304.

"Then let's go up and see if anyone is living in Room 304 and revisit the old place." Wang Meng's romanticism was revealed again.

Jiang Xian did not object to this proposal. The two of them greeted their comrades downstairs and asked, and found out that room 304 was vacant. They then asked for the key and went up to the third floor.

"At that time, I lived in 304, and Teacher Zhang Jie lived in 305. I often visited her."

"Zhang Jie, I heard that she became a formal screenwriter at the Beijing Film Studio some time ago."

Zhang Jie's scripts have been filmed relatively few times, but a large part of her film literary scripts have been published in the film literature magazine "Film Creation", and they are written quite beautifully.

When I opened the door of Room 304, a familiar smell hit me.

The two of them paced around the ten-square-meter room, picked up a chair and sat down, looking out the window, they could catch a glimpse of several writers playing basketball on the court.

"I want to congratulate you. The notice from above has come that "Fuxi Fuxi" can be selected as the first prize of this national outstanding novella." Wang Meng said with a smile.

Jiang Xian showed a gratified smile. He was not too surprised. With such a spicy subject as "Fuxi Fuxi", it was certain that it would be criticized, but it would also definitely be loved by the judges.

"The more troublesome thing is that now you have three novels selected as this year's national outstanding novellas at the same time."

Wang Meng said helplessly: "This trouble is unique in the world. Now the judging panel is in a difficult position. Originally, it was an exception for you to win two awards for the same award. Now you have won three. You will dominate the list of winners alone."

“Then what should I do? You can’t withdraw the award from me, right?” Jiang Xian became alert.

Although he is indifferent to fame and fortune, he cannot tolerate his honor being taken away.

“Of course not.” Wang Meng waved her hand. “Now the higher-ups have proposed this idea, wanting to include Fuxi Fuxi in the short story selection.”

Change the track?

Jiang Xian thought about it and it was not a bad idea. "Fuxi Fuxi" has less than 8 words and can be said to be a short story. He could accept it by giving equal treatment.

"I have no objection."

As soon as he agreed, he began to look forward to the upcoming award ceremony.

The top three winners will be announced at the awards ceremony. If I remember correctly, the first place in the National Outstanding Short Story Award in 1979 was the famous "The Record of Director Qiao's Taking Office".

If "Fuxi Fuxi" also wants to compete for the first place, it will have to come into direct competition with Jiang Zilon, who is at the peak of his career.

"There is one more thing." Wang Meng said, "Beijing Literature and Art Magazine wants to publish a collection of your works, including the three novels "Chess King", "Ferocious Animals" and "Fuxi Fuxi". I would like to ask for your opinion on this matter as well."

Publish a collection of works?
Jiang Xian realized it later, but he had already published three works in succession in "Beijing Literature and Art".

"Of course, this matter doesn't make any sense to me, but I have an appointment with Teacher Dening for a manuscript, which will also be sent to Beijing Literature and Art. I think it would be better to send out all four manuscripts at the same time."

Although Jiang Xian was short of money, he was calm enough and did not want to waste this publishing opportunity.

Wang Meng was surprised.

"You have made another appointment with De Ning?"

“Beijing Literature and Art is my happy home.”

"Happy hometown? Hahahaha."

After talking about this, Jiang Xian became curious again and asked Wang Meng, "Teacher Wang, do you have any news about who will take over the position of the main person in charge after Comrade Qingquan leaves?"

"Why are you asking this?" Wang Meng looked at him strangely.

"It's just a sudden curiosity."

"It hasn't been decided yet, but there's news that it's Ms. Yang Mo." "Oh."

Jiang Xian nodded, and his gossipy heart was greatly satisfied.

Yang Mo, representative work "Song of Youth".

She has a daughter who was a very famous female singer in the 70s. She fell in love with an old singer at first sight.

The representative works of the old singer are very popular. Have you seen "Charlotte's Troubles"? The song that won the first place, beating "Nunchucks", is his representative work.

Her daughter had multiple abortions for him and eventually died.

Yang Mo revealed that the murderer was that man.

Beijing Film Studio.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, the crew of "Traffic" finished work.

After a whole day of preparation, they only shot the shot of Zhu Lin. Neither Chen Qiang nor Liu Xiaoqing were able to get into the role.

Wang Haowei was very angry.

It’s not because of the filming. It’s normal to not be able to get into the role on the first day of shooting. Everyone needs time to figure out the role, and I especially like to take my time when filming right now.

She was angry because of Jiang Xian. Not only was this guy dissatisfied with many things, but he also wanted to change the script if he disagreed with something.

Originally Chen Qiang thought every shot was pretty good, so he slammed the table and asked them to change the script.

Even a veteran actor like Chen Qiang was confused for a long time and finally didn't shoot it.

"Director Wang, I will go back and study the script again tonight." Jiang Xian said.

"You want to change it?"

Jiang Xian nodded, "Today I found that some places would be better if we change our thinking."

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Wang Haowei was so angry that he felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Oh, what kind of screenwriter did Director Wang send to me?
Jiang Xian returned to the guesthouse, and the comrade at the message room said there was a letter for him. He signed for it and returned to his room.

I felt a little sleepy, so I just lay down on the bed, covered my head and took a nap. When I woke up, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Half asleep, he wanted to wash up and go to bed, but suddenly he remembered that he had a letter that he hadn't opened.

Sit at the table, take a sip of water, tear open the envelope, and see the words on the letter, which are as gentle as the wind and as light as a graceful figure.

[
You will write that the canned memory should not expire, and you will write that the crabapple blossoms are not sleeping. I have been holding it in for a whole night, and when I finally put pen to paper, I will only write that you are very special.]
Jiang Xian was stunned for a moment before he realized who did this.

Then he was overjoyed, and then he had a great enlightenment.

The scene in my memory gradually overlapped with this line of text.

It turned out to be the case.

That was how Zhu Lin looked when she wrote these words with shyness.

"Inspiration [Love Letter] Progress +1, Current Progress (10/10)"

Before going to bed, Wang Haowei thought about today's filming and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He was too stressed, so he simply went downstairs for a walk.

I even thought in my heart whether I should go find Wang Yang tomorrow and ask Jiang Xian to stop interfering with the filming task.

After strolling for a while, she looked up and found that the light in Jiang Xian's room was still on. With some surprise, she went over to take a look when she returned to her room.

The curtains were not drawn.

Looking out the window, Jiang Xian was sitting at the table concentrating on reading with a page in his hand.

"Writer Jiang is still studying the script at this point?"

Wang Haowei was shocked.

At the same time, a strong sense of self-blame arose in my heart.

Such a responsible and good screenwriter.

She still dislikes it?

(End of this chapter)