1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 149: The King of Volumes is online
School gate.

"You are really far away."

Zhang Dening rode his bicycle to deliver the manuscript of "Letter from a Stranger" to Jiang Xian.

She stopped the car, took out a stack of manuscripts from her bag, and smiled:

"The manuscript has been approved, and the editorial committee is considering accepting it. Please revise it as soon as possible. If you give it to me before the 20th, it can be published next month. I have already marked the parts that need to be revised for you."

"Oh, Teacher Dening, you are adding more burden to me. You don't know how much pressure I am under now." Jiang Xian took the manuscript with a worried look on his face.

The Institute of Literature has a full schedule of daytime courses, including classical, Western, modern and contemporary, basic, ideological, theoretical, and practical. Some famous writers are also invited to talk about their creative experiences.

These courses were very valuable, and Jiang Xian didn't want to miss them, so he could only arrange writing in the evening. In addition, he also had to learn screenwriting. In order to write the script for "The Chess King", he had to take time out to visit the set of "Traffic". This really made him a king of rolls.

"The more capable you are, the more work you should do." Zhang Dening encouraged him. "Teacher Wang Meng also read your article "A Letter from an Unknown Woman". He gave it a very high evaluation, saying that it is very readable, the language is concise, the meaning is profound, and there is not a single empty word."

"Please thank Teacher Wang Meng for me."

"So, you should hurry up and revise the article. Once it's sent out, we can prepare to publish a collection of your works." Zhang Dening made a promise for him.

Jiang Xian didn't buy her trick and nodded calmly, "Okay, I understand."

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Zhang Dening originally wanted to ask tentatively if he had any more manuscripts, but when he heard that Jiang Xian was so busy, he probably didn't have time to write new manuscripts, so he gave up the idea and said goodbye to him.

Jiang Xian returned to the dormitory and saw that no one in the dormitory was taking a nap. Instead, there were several writers sitting next to him, each of them looking very energetic.

"The leaders and lecturers of our literary lecture will all attend the tea party." Guan Gengyin said excitedly: "Feng Mu, Sha Ting, Chen Huangmei, Cao Yu, Xiao Jun, Wang Meng."

"Where does it open?"

"In our big dining hall."

"It's in the cafeteria. The cafeteria is so small, isn't it very close to us?" Wang Zifu looked like a fan, "Will we be able to talk to these people?"

"Of course I can. This is a great opportunity to communicate with these seniors face to face!"

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Jiang Xian stopped at the door for a while, shook his head, and walked away leisurely.

A bunch of chicks.

As if he has never seen the world.

This is just like in martial arts novels, where ordinary people in the martial arts world hardly even meet a martial arts master, but to Jiang Xian, he is like a treasure across the river.

Speaking of which, he really wanted to talk to Cao Yu.

His main purpose of attending the literary lecture this time was to improve his scriptwriting skills. He heard that after the lecture, the students would be assigned mentors. Jiang Xian had a clear goal, he wanted to learn scriptwriting from Cao Yu.

Strolling along, I came to the bungalow on the other side of the yard. Here was a small meeting room. It was very small with a long table in the middle and a circle of chairs around it.

Compared to the cafeteria, this place is much quieter and there is no one here at the moment.

Jiang Xian put the manuscript on the table and prepared to revise "Letter from a Stranger" first.

He planned everything in an orderly manner.

If I revise this novel first, I can publish it earlier. If I publish it earlier, I can publish my collection of works earlier.

He stretched, held the pen, and looked at the blank space around the large grid paper. Zhang Dening had already marked the places that needed to be modified.

She would "catch" punctuation errors and typos like catching bugs, correcting them with a red pen, like a teacher marking an essay, and would even write: "Why did this typo show up again?"

Zhang Dening's way of revising manuscripts is very special. He often uses three colors: blue, black and red. He first revisees it with blue, then with black, and finally with a red ballpoint pen.

This proves that she reviewed the manuscript at least three times.

Jiang Xian was touched, knowing that this was both her strict requirements on him and her deliberate help to him.

"This is my old comrade!"

The only sound in the room was the sound of manuscript revisions.

backyard.

Wang Anyi, Tie Ning and Zhang Kengkeng were playing shuttlecock together and laughing, until Zhang Kengkeng kicked the shuttlecock onto the roof.

The three women stood helplessly under the eaves, hunching over their waists and watching.

"Sister Kenkeng, you are such a jerk." Tie Ning complained.

"Okay, okay, Tie Ning, don't be angry, let's go back and take a nap." Wang Anyi waved her hand to comfort Tie Ning, the youngest.

"Sister Tie Ning, I'm so sorry!" Zhang Kengkeng looked apologetic, "How about I go find a guy and ask if he can climb up and help us get down."

"Why look for gay men? We women hold up half the sky!" Tie Ning said heroically.

five minutes later.

"Ouch."

"What happened?" Li Qingquan and several teachers rushed over after hearing the news, "Tiening, are you hurt? Send him to the hospital quickly."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A group of teachers helped Tie Ning to the hospital, and Wang Anyi followed him to the school gate with a worried look on her face.

Li Qingquan caught a glimpse of her following him, and called her to go back so as not to delay the afternoon class.

Wang Anyi had no choice but to turn around and go back to school.

She looked at her watch and realized it was still early for class, so she walked back to the girls' dormitory at the end of the corridor alone.

When she passed by the door of the small conference room, she caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye. This glimpse made her take a few steps and then turn back in disbelief.

God!

Jiang Xian was seen sitting alone in the conference room, bent over the table with concentration, pen in hand, brows furrowed and relaxed, writing something on the manuscript from time to time.

Wang Anyi felt mixed emotions.

Those who study well probably don’t understand, but those who study poorly should have experienced this: after school, they see students with good grades staying alone in the classroom to study hard.

People who are better than you work harder than you! This is very annoying.

Wang Anyi was like this at the moment, she was so angry that she wanted to slap herself.

She originally felt that she was "taking advantage of the opportunity". If the preparatory group had not felt that the quota for Shanghai was a bit too few and the quota for female writers was also a bit too few, and suddenly added a quota for female writers for Shanghai, she would not have been qualified to come to this institute to train young writers.

There were also teachers who often told her: If Liu Shuhua had come first, you would not have been able to come, because after she reported, Beijing replaced another male student with a female student, Liu Shuhua.

"Comrade Wang Anyi?"

Jiang Xian raised his head and caught a glimpse of her outside the door. "Why are you standing there?"

Wang Anyi entered the conference room and explained the whole story to him. Finally, she sighed, "I didn't expect that Comrade Jiang Xian would take advantage of your lunch break to write here."

"What are you playing with these two?"

Jiang Xian acted like a senior who was educating her on behalf of her mother. "Let's not talk about Zhang Kengkeng, he has published many works. Let's talk about Tie Ning. Do you know how much the white woolen coat that Tie Ning is wearing cost? I asked her yesterday, 300 yuan. With a family like hers, she doesn't need to work hard anymore. Can you do that?"

Wang Anyi felt so ashamed when she heard this.

She only knew that Tie Ning's clothes were beautiful, but she didn't know so much. How could she compare with him? Even the bell-bottom pants she was wearing were made for her by her mother using old pants.

As for Jiang Xian, he felt so happy and gained a lot of emotional value.

No wonder people with a little knowledge like to be a know-it-all and point fingers at others.

This tastes really good.

(End of this chapter)