1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 158 Painful Writing

"Nice yard, nice yard."

Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu looked around as if they had entered the Grand View Garden. "It even has its own kitchen and toilet!"

According to the Feng Shui of the courtyard.

If you go through the southeast door, the kitchen is in the east wing; if you go through the southwest door, the kitchen is in the west wing.

The courtyard of Jiang Xian's house has a southeast gate, and the southernmost room of the three rooms in the east wing is the kitchen.

The toilet is in the southwest corner of the building, and the manure pit is connected to the outside of the yard. Every once in a while, you have to pay to hire a manure suction truck to come and suck out the manure.

There is basically no manpower at this time, only a vacuum truck is used.

"Where did this yard come from?" Chen Shixu was extremely curious. If this was left by his ancestors, then Jiang Xian must be a royal relative.

"A friend of a relative left this yard abandoned. When our family heard about it, we simply paid some money to buy it." Jiang Xian was vague and didn't explain clearly.

"How much does it cost?"

"Five or six thousand."

Oops.

Chen Shixu took a breath when he heard this.

Five or six thousand?
This, this, I have never seen so much money in my life!
Jiang Zilong was also amazed. Five or six thousand to build such a yard? Well, it seems worth it.

"Let's go and have some tea." He pulled the two of them into the main room.

The main house is the north room, which is three rooms wide. In the middle is the ancestral hall. As soon as you enter, you will see a phonograph.

"Where did you get this old thing?" Chen Shixu was curious.

"A trust store."

Jiang Xian introduced, "I'll take you for a walk when I have time. There are lots of good things there."

Trust stores are available all over the country, but the ones in Beijing definitely have more items and are larger in scale.

"Forget it, forget it. I don't have money to buy anything." Chen Shixu waved his hand.

The room was rather empty, with few interior decorations. Jiang Xian was thinking about asking Ah Cheng to look for some Duobao Pavilions for him. Duobao Pavilions were also called Duobao grids, which were wooden shelves for displaying objects. When the time came, he would fill the room with them and put his treasures on them. He could also get some mahogany furniture such as huanghuali and red sandalwood, and a layer of wooden flooring. That would be a beautiful room.

Well, he just got 2000, which is enough to last for a while.

If I could be like Cai Guoqing and turn my entire home into a "small Forbidden City", that would be really cool.

"Your yard is well done. I think it's very nice." Jiang Zilong held the teacup and looked around the house again and said, "This really looks like a great writer's house."

Jiang Xian didn't buy his talk, "Comrade Shixu, look at how mean Comrade Jiang Zilong is, he's flattering me to death."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"After a while, when I have finished decorating my place, come over to help me warm up the house." Jiang Xian made these arrangements and went to ask his mother Rao Yuemei about things at home.

"You don't have to worry about moving. Just move one thing at a time. We haven't settled down on Hufang Road yet. Your father said he doesn't want to live here before we settle down there."

Speaking of living comfort, of course the Gaozhi Building at No. 15 Hufang Road is the most comfortable. The only drawback is that it is not available for purchase.

"Tell him to move in quickly. I'm still renting the place."

"What are you doing?"

"I'll go over and stay if I have nothing to do."

Jiang Xian's abacus was clattering.

The Kochi Building is comfortable to live in. It has a separate bathroom. After having sex, you can wash and go to the toilet directly in the room. It is very convenient.

Before the May Day holiday, the students had almost finished submitting their "stream of consciousness" assignments.

The best-written short story is "Rain, Rustling" written by Wang Anyi, which tells the story of an encounter between a female intellectual Wenwen and a man on a rainy night after she got off work.

After reading it, Wang Meng immediately agreed to publish the manuscript in "Beijing Literature and Art".

In the past few weeks, "Border Town" has been released in domestic cinemas one after another, and its good reputation has made the movie a hit.

The old film magazine Popular Movies also introduced Border Town. After watching the movie, many people went to find the original novel, which led to a wave of Border Town novel craze.

There is a small reference room of only one room in the Institute of Literature. After many students went to see the movie "Border Town", the novel was borrowed by the students. It circulated among them and never returned to the bookshelf. It was very popular and people asked about the whereabouts of the book every day.

"Let's go out and play for a day during the May Day holiday." Tie Ning suddenly suggested during dinner that day.

These days, there is a one-day holiday for Labor Day.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"Ask Jiang Xian, a local."

"Jiang Xian? It feels like I haven't seen him for a while."

"I also feel like I haven't seen him for a long time."

During this period of time, Jiang Xian seemed to have disappeared, and no one knew where he was hiding and writing.

Everyone looked for him for a while, and finally Kong Jiesheng caught a glimpse of Jiang Xian in the corner of the small conference room.

I saw him hunched over the table, writing something with a rustling sound.

Take a closer look.

His face looked extremely ugly!

It's not that he looks particularly haggard, but he looks like he's been possessed by an evil spirit. His forehead is dark, his brows are sinister, and he looks like he just had a fight with someone. It's a bit scary.

"Comrade Jiang Xian!"

"Comrade Jiang Xian!"

Kong Jiesheng called out twice before Jiang Xian reacted. He didn't raise his head in a hurry. He was writing a sentence:
He understood that compassion and tenderness were like puddles on the street after rain, shallow and false, and would disappear when the wind blew and the sun came out.

He wrote the last few words and put a period before putting down his pen and looking up.

"What? What's the matter?"

"We are planning to go out and have some fun on May Day, and we want to find a local like you to join us. Are you coming?"

"Going out to play?"

Jiang Xian pondered for a moment and agreed.

The person he was writing this novel was almost depressed to death. This long novel was too painful, and if he didn't go out and relax, his psychology would probably be distorted by the content of the novel.

"Are you writing a 'stream of consciousness' homework?" Kong Jiesheng asked curiously.

This is not an unfounded guess, because among the students, there are not many people who did not hand in this assignment, and Jiang Xian happens to be one of them.

Jiang Xian didn't deny it either, "I just happened to have some ideas recently, so I tried to write them down."

Soon on May Day, Jiang Xian, Chen Shixu, Kong Jiesheng, Qu Xiaowei, Wang Anyi and Tie Ning, a group of six, went to Badachu Park in the west of Beijing.

It is called Badachu because there are eight ancient temples.

Last year, the Bureau of Landscape Architecture spent money to renovate Badachu and started collecting admission fees.

The scenery was nice. Jiang Xian went there once in his later life and rode on the slide. It was fun, but it was unsafe. He went too fast and slid out. He fell badly and his arm was scratched.

Visiting the mountains and temples makes me feel much more relaxed.

It was getting late, so we took a few photos together and then returned to the institute.

Unexpectedly it rained.

Several people hid under the eaves of a farmer's house to avoid the rain.

When the householder heard that one of them was the screenwriter of "Border Town", he immediately became very enthusiastic and invited them into the house.

Treat him as Gao Moer.

(I’ll post three chapters first. I feel so uncomfortable today. I can’t sit up because of the pain.)

(End of this chapter)