1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 16 "Roleplay"

People born after 00 may not know Zhang Jie, but people born after 90 may know her, and people born after 80s and 70s must know her.

Many articles including "My Four Seasons", "Digging Shepherd's Purse" and "Picking Wheat Ears" have been selected into Chinese textbooks.

Her masterpiece, "Love, Can't Be Forgotten," even influenced the revision of the Marriage Law in 1980.

After Zhang Dening left, Jiang Xian knocked on the door of room 305 next door.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and a small coat made of woolen blue cloth. She was graceful, generous and cheerful.

"you are?"

"Hello, Teacher Zhang Jie. My name is Jiang Xian. I came to Beijing Literature and Art to revise my manuscript. I just moved in next door to you today."

"So young?"

Zhang Jie leaned forward, smiled and invited him into the house, and brought a chair to him, "Please sit down."

There was a strange smell in the room.

Jiang Xian frowned and sniffed.

It's just like the leftover slop from raising pigs in the countryside, which is poured into the ditch and becomes rotten.

Just smelling it made his tongue sour.

"I'm still having breakfast. I went to Longfu Temple to get some soy milk this morning." Zhang Jie said embarrassedly.

"Sorry to bother you while you're having dinner, Mr. Zhang."

"It's okay, it's okay, I like the hustle and bustle."

Zhang Jie is a very enthusiastic person. "Xiao Jiang, I can't drink so much by myself. This bean juice is very authentic. Bring me a rice bowl and I'll share some with you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang."

"Don't be polite to me."

"No, Mr. Zhang, I'm not used to drinking this."

Zhang Jie looked up and glanced at him, "Are you from out of town?"

"I'm from the capital."

"People in Beijing are not used to drinking douzhi?"

"I'm not used to it."

Jiang Xian really can't drink this thing called soy milk.

He also didn't quite understand why people in Beijing loved to drink this bowl of stomach-cleansing sour soup early in the morning.

Then can the stomach and intestines feel comfortable?
Speaking of douzhi, Mr. Lao She, the former editor-in-chief of "Beijing Literature and Art", was famous for his love of flowers, cats, boxing and douzhi during his lifetime.

Some people even developed an affection for the drink and called themselves "the brain of drinking soy milk".

His wife, Hu Xieqing, was also deeply influenced by him. She used soy milk to treat Lao She's fans, especially foreign friends, who came to visit her, to test their sincerity towards Lao She.

As for the grudges and love-hate relationship between the two elders, it is difficult to comment.

Zhang Jie ate the fried dough sticks in small bites and looked at Jiang Xian with some admiration.

"You are young and promising. You are so young and you are already revising the manuscript. I am already in my 90s and have just entered the literary circle."

Zhang Jie has a special affinity with Northeast China. She is very familiar with many Northeast writers, including Xiao Hong, Xiao Jun, and Luo Binji.

After her previous manuscript was rejected by People's Literature, it was with the recommendation of Luo Binji that she finally submitted it to Capital Literature and Art.

"I have little experience, so I need to grow more."

"It's different. The path of writing still requires some talent. Some writers have amazing talent from the beginning, like Xiao Hong. Alas." Zhang Jie showed a trace of sadness.

Some writers, even after they have passed away for a long time, will still make the literary world feel extremely sad.

After sitting for a while, Jiang Xian said goodbye. The taste of the soy milk was very torturous, but Zhang Jie, the elder sister, left a good impression on him. She was very kind and easy-going.

Zhou Yanru said there was no rush to revise the manuscript.

Jiang Xian decided to try out the idea of ​​collecting inspiration that he had previously come up with.

Which part of Beijing is the most presentable these days?

Wangfujing, Dashilan, Xidan.Tui!

West Sanlihe.

Neat residential buildings, exquisite green paths, avenues with colorful flags fluttering, and Ginkgo Avenue. At this moment, the state guest motorcade must take Yuetan North Street to Diaoyutai. "Jiang Xian, this way." Jiang Xian took the bus and got off at Muxi. There was a thin young man waiting at the station.

"Shiwei." Jiang Xian greeted him with a smile.

This person's name is Jiang Shiwei.

During the humanitarian flood, the two of them went to work in Baiyangdian together.

For the underground literary circle, Baiyangdian is a special place. Many poets have come out of there, and later people called them the "Baiyangdian Poetry Group."

Jiang Shiwei is one of the representatives.

Jiang Xian glanced at his pocket, which was bulging, and asked curiously, "What's in your pocket?"

Jiang Shiwei smiled mysteriously and said proudly: "I'll give you a copy of my collection of poems, mimeographed."

"You have published a collection of poems? That's amazing!" Jiang Xian complimented with a smile.

"Well, I'll give you another one later."

"What do you want to give me back?"

"Beijing Literature and Art."

"Beijing Art? Why are you giving me this?"

Jiang Xian showed a reserved smile, "Some time ago, a manuscript was published in Beijing Literature and Art."

Jiang Shiwei is a bully.

Coincidentally, Jiang Xian is also one of them.

"Your manuscript was accepted by Beijing Literature and Art?!" Jiang Shiwei was shocked by his words and looked at Jiang Xian in disbelief.

"A fluke, a fluke."

Jiang Shiwei was confused.

I said the word "congratulations" with gritted teeth.

"What did you submit, poetry, prose, or fiction?"

"Keep it secret for now." Jiang Xian showed a reserved smile.

His buddy Jiang Shiwei grew up in a government compound.

The Planning Commission compound.

The so-called Planning Commission is certainly not the Family Planning Commission, but the Planning Commission. In a few decades, this agency will have a new name: the 'Development and Reform Commission'.

The two walked towards Yuetan North Street, where the Hongta Auditorium, ranked first among the "Four Great Auditoriums" in Beijing, is located.

The reason why it ranks first is related to the disaster two years ago. After it affected the capital city, the auditorium underwent renovation and reinforcement, and the equipment was updated. The sound effects suddenly became the best in the capital city.

"I have an acquaintance. Follow me inside later. If someone asks, just say you are from our hospital. Don't worry, the inspection is not strict." Jiang Shiwei instructed.

There were crowds of people outside the Hongta Auditorium, colorful flags were fluttering, and guards were maintaining order.

There is a concert being held here today, organized by the Western violinist Isaac Stern, who was a godfather-like figure in the music world of the United States at that time and was keen on "music diplomacy". He was also the first Western violin master to visit China after the founding of New China.

Jiang Xian followed Jiang Shiwei and squeezed towards the door.

There were guards with solemn faces standing here, and Jiang Shiwei quickly found his acquaintance.

After communicating for a while, the man nodded and glanced at Jiang Xian with a questioning look.

"We are all from our courtyard, so please give us some face." Jiang Shiwei hooked his arm around the other man's shoulder.

"Are you also from the Planning Commission?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xian agreed.

"go in."

The two were released easily.

The Hongta Auditorium has two floors and is now full. Looking forward, one can even see many officials and celebrities from history books.

The two found a corner and sat down.

When Maestro Stern appeared on the stage, and the melody of the first movement of Brahms's Violin Concerto began to hover over the auditorium,
A heavenly reminder also popped up in Jiang Xian's mind.

"Inspiration [Grand Courtyard Disciple] Progress +1, Current Progress (1/1)"

(End of this chapter)