1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 17 A Heretical Poem

Jiang Xian had previously doubted why the system could give him inspiration that was impossible to realize.

So he thought of the "acting method".

This is similar to the writer's experience of life. For example, before Lu Yao wrote "Ordinary World", he worked as a coal miner in Chenjiashan Coal Mine in Tongchuan for three years.

Similarly, by playing the role of "children of the compound", one can experience, explore and summarize the role.

This is indeed a viable way to gather inspiration.

"Great, one step closer to that novella."

Next, the only inspiration left is [heresy].

That is, complete 3 unorthodox things.

Jiang Xian, who had just been excited for a moment, became depressed again.

Apostate.

How to do this?
He just wanted to be a writer, not to operate a sewing machine.

It was getting dark.

The guesthouse was silent for a while. There was a faint light in the corridor. Moths were fluttering around the light bulbs. Occasionally, a long and harsh "creak" sound of a door closing could be heard.

Jiang Xian had a white towel around his neck and wore a white vest with the words "Advanced Producer" written in red.

I took a shower in the big bathhouse downstairs and went back to room 304. I always felt like something was missing.

I remember that after taking a shower downstairs, as soon as I went upstairs, people would take off my hand cards and ask me if I wanted to have my ears cleaned or my feet massaged. When I returned to the room, they would even ask me if I wanted a massage.

In comparison, this kind of life is really pale in comparison.

Jiang Xian lay alone on the steel bed, studying the "chess book" given by Comrade Zang Guozhu.

"That's it?"

"When it was put on the Net Cleaner, it couldn't even touch the edge of 404."

"Anything I write will be more obscene than this!"

While he was grumbling, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Writing a pornographic article, is that considered heresy?"

“No, no.”

He quickly dismissed the idea.

It has to be written down and seen by others to meet the conditions for collection.

"It's too embarrassing to show pornographic articles to others."

"But what if it's a 'yellow' poem?"

Jiang Xian felt that his thoughts were instantly opened up.

Of course he didn't really write a "pornographic poem".

The definition of “yellow” varies in different eras.

At this moment, anything related to love but not to revolution is considered "yellow".

For example, Teresa Teng’s love songs were banned for a long time and were considered “pornographic songs”.

There is also Li Guyi's "Homesickness", which is not satisfied with being "high, fast, loud and hard", but is "gloomy, decadent, low and lingering", and was also a "pornographic song" at the time.

I remember that during the 1983 Spring Festival Gala, countless viewers called the studio and requested to sing Li Guyi's "Homesickness", but the chief director Huang Yihe did not dare to act on his own. In the end, he had to consult the Minister of Radio, Film and Television before Li Guyi was able to perform on stage.

So the "yellow" poems that Jiang Xian wants to write are actually love poems.

These days, writing love poems is definitely a heresy.

The guy became excited and sat up with a somersault.

He moved his butt to the three-drawer table, and in the dim light of the room, he held the pen and thought for a while, then bent over the table and quickly wrote a short poem.

In September, the weather in the capital started to get weird.

The weather is not very good, it will be cloudy and rainy from time to time.

Jiang Xian got up early and went to the editorial department to discuss the manuscript with Zhou Yanru and Zhang Dening.

"Look at this sentence." Zhou Yanru pointed to a place in the manuscript, "'There is a pond of three or four mu in front of the village.' The word 'a pond' doesn't seem quite appropriate for a pond of three or four mu."

The three of them were silent for a long time, and Zhang Dening made a suggestion.

"Change it to 'eye'."

Zhou Yanru shook her head after hearing this.

"'Eye' is not right either."

"I also think we can't use 'eye'." Jiang Xian agreed, pondered for a while, and knocked on the table, "Why not use 'piece'?"

"'Pian'?" Zhou Yanru nodded. "Yes, 'Pian' is a good word. For a pond of three or four mu, 'Pian' is more appropriate."

While they were discussing, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, this female comrade said she is looking for you." The three of them raised their heads and looked towards the door in the direction of the voice, and caught a glimpse of a girl standing outside the door.

She was 1.63 meters tall, with a pale face and a bit of timidity, a pair of almond-shaped eyes that seemed to want to speak but hesitated, her light red clothes were half wet, and she was holding a dripping umbrella in her hand.
"Zhu Lin?" Jiang Xian was a little surprised.

Zhou Yanru adjusted her glasses.

"Are you dating someone? Xiao Jiang."

The guy shook his head, "Not yet, Teacher Zhou."

He temporarily interrupted the revision process and took Zhu Lin out.

"Why are you here?"

"I went to Xidan to buy a pound of wool, but it started raining halfway. I took shelter from the rain and happened to walk here. I thought of your literary and artistic life in Beijing."

"There are a lot of people in the editorial office. Please sit somewhere else. I'll pour you a cup of hot water."

"Row."

Jiang Xian took her to the guesthouse and pushed the door into room 304.

He went in first, but Zhu Lin was a little hesitant. She lingered at the door, holding an umbrella and wearing wet pig-cage shoes.

"Come in." Jiang Xian urged.

Zhu Lin was not a shy person. She made up her mind, shook her hair, and walked into the room.

Just as he took one step forward, he heard Jiang Xian's instructions.

"Leave the door open. Don't let others suspect that we have any problems with our conduct."

This made Zhu Lin feel uncomfortable.

Comrade Jiang Xian, why does it sound like you are at a disadvantage?
However, Jiang Xian's initiative to ask for the door to be open also resolved her previous embarrassment.

"How's your manuscript going?"

"You're procrastinating. A lot of people are like this. In fact, the manuscript can be revised in one day, but they have to procrastinate for ten days or half a month, and they just eat and live here for free."

"You have free food and accommodation. You are treated really well. You live in a single room this big. It's much better than our dormitory."

Zhu Lin held the teacup in her hand and paced around the single room. Finally, she stopped in front of a three-drawer table, her eyes fixed on the manuscript paper on the table.

“Is this your novel?”

"No, it's a little poem I wrote during this period."

"Poetry? Can I see it?"

"Look."

Zhu Lin leaned against the three-drawer table, picked up the manuscript on the table, and blinked her almond-shaped eyes slightly.

[If I love you, I will never be like the climbing trumpet creeper, using your high branches to show off myself.

If I love you, I will never learn from the infatuated bird and repeat the monotonous song for the green shade.

We share the cold wave, wind, thunder and lightning.

We share the mist, the clouds and the rainbow.

It's as if they are separated forever, but they are forever attached to each other.

This is great love, and this is where loyalty lies:
Love--

I not only love your tall and majestic body,
I also love the place where you insist on, the land under your feet.]
Zhu Lin blushed and felt refreshed.

She had never read such a bold poem.

I have never seen anyone say the word "love" so boldly.

"Wipe the water off your hair." Jiang Xian handed over a towel calmly.

At the same time, a prompt popped up in his mind.

"Inspiration [Heretical] Progress +1, Current Progress (1/3)"

"Jiang Xian, how did you think of writing such a poem?" Zhu Lin asked eagerly with shining eyes.

Jiang Xian pondered for a moment, "I feel that the word love has been made ugly and demonized by us. I want to use the images of oak and kapok to symbolize the independent personality and sincere love of both parties in love."

"Love should be equal, shared, and coexistent."

"Love should be based on a common cause and destiny."

Zhu Lin listened in trance.

Some soft spot in my heart seemed to be hit.

Yes.

Equality, sharing, coexistence.

Isn't this the kind of love she has always longed for?!

(End of this chapter)