1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 165 The Old Man's Manuscript
[“Fourth uncle said he won 10,000 yuan from you, and he felt uneasy.”

"No big deal, why don't we bet on these two balls again."]
"Comrade Jiang Xian, what are you writing?" Wang Anyi came close to Jiang Xian without him knowing.

He covered the manuscript calmly.

This was a new story he wrote when he had nothing to do, and he was planning to submit it to Story Club to make some money.

"Comrade An Yi, is there something wrong?"

"Do you have time? I would like to ask you to help me look at this stream-of-consciousness manuscript." Wang Anyi said embarrassedly.

Jiang Xian took the manuscript from her hand. The title was "Miscellaneous Notes on the Small Courtyard".

Jiang Xian picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and put it down with a clang.

This inconspicuous novel is as inconspicuous as its title.

But Jiang Xian really knew it.

If for no other reason, Zhu Lin has played the role before, and she played the heroine of the novel, Sangsang.

The filming lineup is so luxurious, with directors Tian Zhuangzhuang, Xie Xiaojing, Zhang Jianya and Cui Xiaoqin, and the photography team is Zhang Yimou, Hou Yong, Lu Le and Zhang Huijun.

Why is it so awesome?

Because this is Tian Zhuangzhuang's graduation project.

This lineup can be called the "golden combination" for the graduation project shooting of the 78 class of Beijing Film Academy.

It was adapted from this humble novel.

The next day.

Jiang Xian handed the thin manuscript to Wang Anyi and said, "I've circled some questions for you."

Jiang Xian is more skilled in revising manuscripts than writing novels, and he has no problem being a half-editor now.

When Wang Anyi saw her manuscript, her eyes became blurry.

Is this a manuscript? Is this not a painting?

When I looked closer, I realized that it was the area of ​​color on the paper, like a sketch, almost covering the white color of the paper itself.

When she writes, she likes to write in very small characters and she particularly likes to scribble symbols while revising. The manuscript is already difficult to recognize, so Jiang Xian added three colors to it.

She couldn't even read the original text now.

"Why does it need to be changed here?" She tried to point out a place with the tip of her pen. Jiang Xian circled the "50 cents" there and put a question mark.

“Fifty cents is too much.”

Jiang Xian explained calmly, "You wrote here that poverty represents the old Jiang couple quarreling over 5 cents. You want to express that it is just a trivial matter that can cause two people to quarrel, but 5 cents is obviously a big deal. 5 cents is more like it."

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Wang Anyi asked a few more questions indignantly, and Jiang Xian always managed to give his reasons.

At the end, they were so excited that they were almost anxious. Jiang Xian suddenly said, "Comrade An Yi, I have an agreement on this manuscript for you."

"what?"

"Hurry up and revise it. I'll help you publish it in Beijing Literature and Art." Jiang Xian arranged this matter directly in an irrefutable tone.

Wang Anyi was stunned for a long time. "You went to work as an editor for Beijing Literature and Art?"

Jiang Xian smiled calmly and did not comment.

He likes to keep people guessing too much.

He is about to take up the position of editorial board member, so he has to produce some results.

One article "Trivia in the Small Garden" is not enough.

No class.

He took bus No. 18 to Ganjiakou.

There are several buildings on the south side of Fucheng Road, some of which are dormitories for the New X Society.

With ten eggs in his hand, he found a building according to the address he had heard, went up to the fourth floor and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a spirited old lady who held the door and looked at him.

"We don't exchange eggs at home. We don't exchange eggs at home."

"I'm not here to exchange eggs." Jiang Xian quickly closed the door.

At this time, many farmers in the suburbs of Beijing like to take their own eggs, knock on doors from house to house, and exchange the eggs for food coupons.

"I'm looking for Wang Zengqi." "Wang Zengqi?" Shi Songqing let him in.

Jiang Xian put down the eggs and looked around. There were two rooms in total, each about 30 square meters in size.

It's very crowded.

I heard that Wang Zengqi's family of five all lived in this house. There was only a table in the small room. Wang Zengqi's daughter had to take a nap before going to the night shift, so Wang Zengqi couldn't write anything. He was anxiously circling outside like a laying hen.

"The old man is taking a walk in Yuyuantan. You sit for a while, he will be back soon." Shi Songqing said.

Shi Songqing is Wang Zengqi's lover. She is a reporter for the New X Agency, in the external affairs feature team, and is fluent in English.

As the two were talking, Wang Zengqi came in and looked at Jiang Xian with his eyes lighting up.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang Xian!"

"We are so estranged, so estranged." Jiang Xian's face was full of disappointment. "You used to call me Junior Brother Jiang, but now you call me Mr. Jiang Xian."

Wang Zengqi grinned, "It's been a long time since we last met. Why are you here?"

"I have a collection of works ready to be published, and I would like you to write a preface for me." Jiang Xian said sincerely.

When Wang Zengqi heard this, he got angry again and said, "What's there to write about a preface? I won't write it."

"Wang Zengqi, Comrade Jiang Xian also brought you ten eggs." Shi Songqing grinned.

The old man stopped talking. "Ten eggs. I'd better write it down."

Jiang Xian came here for a free meal, and Wang Zengqi was happy to show off his cooking skills to him, so he started cooking right away. There weren't many vegetables at home, except eggs, only old cucumbers, tomatoes from the vines, eggplants, winter melons and the like.

Wang Zengqi simply chopped the eggplants into stuffing and started making dumplings.

Jiang Xian and Shi Songqing helped on the side.

"I heard that Comrade Shi Songqing is in charge of external reporting?"

Before Shi Songqing could say anything, Wang Zengqi got a little cocky and stiffened his neck. "What kind of foreign reporting is this? It's just some English feature articles on traditional Chinese medicine and health preservation. Foreigners won't read this."

Shi Songqing glared at him and said, "You live in our company's house, but you look down on our company. You don't even have a house, so why are you showing off?"

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Jiang Xian then continued to inquire, "Comrade Shi Songqing, do you have any channels to provide articles to overseas publications?"

He is not speaking without evidence.

Wang Zengqi has an essay called "The Bird-Walking of People in Beijing". How did this essay come about? Shi Songqing wanted to write an article about bird-walking for a foreign publication, but she didn't know much about it, so she asked Wang Zengqi to introduce it to her.

Wang Zengqi said: What a crappy manuscript! I won’t write it.

Shi Songqing said: You don’t even have a house, what are you so proud of? If I don’t want to write, get out of here.

Wang Zengqi then wrote "Beijing People's Bird Walking".

"What's wrong? Do you want to contribute articles to overseas magazines?" Shi Songqing became curious.

"I have this idea."

When synthesizing "Letter from an Unknown Woman", not only a Chinese translation was given, but also an English translation. It would be a waste if we don't make use of it.

He should learn from Lin Yutang and earn one part from his royalties in Chinese and another part in English.

After a brief chat with Shi Songqing about this matter, the old couple were surprised that Jiang Xian could write English manuscripts.

"I couldn't learn Russian at the time, so I learned English," Jiang Xian explained. "Who would have thought that English would become the mainstream now?"

I didn’t get to eat the eggplant dumplings.

The old man's cooking skills, which he was so proud of, were ruined. The whole pot was full of broken dumplings, which turned into a soup. The skin was still skin and the filling was still filling.

"Senior Brother Wang, I really thought you were good at cooking." Jiang Xian was dumbfounded.

"This, this is a complete accident." Wang Zengqi was embarrassed. "I had eggplant dumplings last time and they were delicious. It must be that the dough you rolled was not good enough."

"Forget it." Shi Songqing said unceremoniously, "You can't make good dumplings, and you blame the dough for not being rolled well."

"That's right, can you blame gravity for not being able to poop?"

"Junior Brother Jiang, your metaphor is hahahaha."

The three of them had no choice but to drink the soup, which was quite fragrant.

Jiang Xian slurped the drink, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, revealing his true face.

"Brother Wang, I heard that you wrote a novel recently."

(End of this chapter)