1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 178 Worthy of enjoying the Ancestral Temple
The "Museum of Modern Chinese Literature" of later generations started from Ba Jin's dream.

The construction along the way was arduous.

After years of advocacy, the preparatory committee for the construction of the museum was finally established.

The members are: Ba Jin, Bing Xin, Hu Qiaomu, Zhou Yang, Cao Yu, Ai Qing, He Jingzhi, Yan Wenjing, Tang Tao, Wang Yao, Feng Mu, Zhu Ziqi, Zhang Xi.
He donated at least 500,000 yuan in royalties and finally built this venue.

It can be said to be a witness and symbol of the vicissitudes of modern Chinese literature over the past century.

The benefits will be felt in the present and for future generations!
Perhaps because the person who was credited for this matter was Ba Jin, it seems that this credit is just icing on the cake.

But those who can accomplish this are worthy of being enshrined in the Taimiao.

After returning to the guesthouse, Jiang Xian took a shower first. He was sweating all over. It was terribly hot in Shanghai in late June and early July.

Then he turned on the electric fan, sat at the table, took out a page of letter paper, held the pen, and wrote on the table not very quickly.

Silent all night.

No. 113, Wukang Road.

Li Xiaolin was sorting out Ba Jin's materials when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. She hurried to open the door and saw Jiang Xian standing outside.

"Jiang Xian! Why are you here?"

"I'm here to give Mr. Ba Jin two things."

Li Xiaolin invited him in and poured him a cup of tea. Ba Jin quickly came down from upstairs.

"Jiang Xian? What's the matter?"

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Jiang Xian didn't say anything. He first took out a few pages of letter paper from his bag and placed them on the table.

Ba Jin took it and held the letter away. He could vaguely see the first line:

"Proposal on establishing a museum of modern Chinese literature!"

Ba Jin's heart skipped a beat and he immediately picked up a magnifying glass and scanned the pages line by line.

Jiang Xian first talked about what he heard from him yesterday, and then put forward his own ideas:
After listening to Mr. Ba Jin's words, I was deeply touched.

In my imagination, this Museum of Modern Chinese Literature is a data center that collects, preserves and supplies all of our country's modern literary materials, including the works of all writers since the "May 5th" incident, as well as their related books, pictures, manuscripts, letters, reports, etc.

My personal power is very limited, I am very young, I have not produced many works, and my voice in the literary world is also very weak, but my determination is great!

I am willing to take the lead and I can donate all my royalties.

I just hope that this Museum of Modern Chinese Literature can be established and play a role.

I hope that ten years from now, sinologists from all over the world will come to China to visit this Museum of Modern Literature and get to know the beautiful hearts of the Chinese people through those documents and materials.

There are still people today who light matches and burn historical materials, and there are still people who think that they have bought everything by buying the latest machine.

But more people believe that we need to strengthen our national pride, enhance our understanding of our national spirit, understand ourselves, understand our literature, and understand the spiritual beauty of the Chinese people.

We have a rich mineral deposit, why not build it up and mine it properly?

I believe that Ba Jin's beautiful dreams will come true, and his happy smile is not without reason. - Jiang Xian, June 1980, 6

After reading the proposal, Ba Jin felt as if a hole was opened in his heart and his scalp felt slightly numb.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked towards Jiang Xian.

But I saw that he had already started to take money out of his bag, handfuls, handfuls.
A thick stack of big unity was quickly placed on the table.

Li Xiaolin widened her eyes unconsciously. She really couldn't guess how much money Jiang Xian had brought in.

"This is all the money I have for my writings, 10,000 yuan."

Glancing at Ba Jin and Li Xiaolin who had not yet reacted, Jiang Xian explained solemnly:
"I, Jiang Xian, am willing to donate 10,000 yuan of royalties to the China Writers Association in my personal name, and devote myself to the establishment of the China Modern Literature Museum."

"I also volunteer to contribute my strength to the establishment of the China Modern Literature Museum and shoulder this responsibility with my shoulders!"

Ba Jin was really moved.

It seems like I have returned to more than 50 years ago, when I founded the bimonthly magazine "Middle East" with my friends, full of passion and enthusiasm.

It was as if I had returned to more than 40 years ago, when I co-founded "Call to Arms" with Shen Yanbing and traveled around and made appeals everywhere.

It was as if I had gone back to more than 20 years ago, when I founded Harvest with Jin Yi and fought and explored literature side by side.

I am not alone!

He looked at Jiang Xian with relief, as if he had seen a comrade-in-arms who shared the same beliefs.

"You are very good. I am old and it is difficult for me to accomplish this. But with you here, I have a firm and huge determination. We will definitely be able to accomplish this!"

"Mr. Ba Jin, I propose that we set up a preparatory group immediately." Jiang Xian said seriously.

"Preparatory team?"

"At present, there are only two of us who advocate this matter. I propose to set up a preparatory group, with Ba Jin as the leader and Jiang Xian as a member."

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After hearing his suggestion, Ba Jin did not speak in a hurry. Instead, he stood up, pondered, paced slowly in the room for a few times, and suddenly stopped.

"Xiao Lin, go get some paper and pen, and my seal."

Li Xiaolin looked at the two of them helplessly, without saying anything more, he quickly took the letter to Ba Jin and spread it out on the table.

Ba Jin held the pen, thought for a moment, and then wrote a line.

"Decision on the establishment of a preparatory group for the China Modern Literature Museum!"

"Today at No. 113 Wuzhen Road, the preparatory group for the China Modern Literature Museum was established. The members are: Jiang Xian, Ba Jin, and Li Xiaolin. The group leader is Jiang Xian, the deputy group leader is Ba Jin, and the member is Li Xiaolin."

Ba Jin wrote with a shaky hand, very slowly and with great fatigue. It took him a huge amount of energy and quite a long time to complete the manuscript. Finally, he signed his name "Ba Jin" in the lower right corner and solemnly stamped it.

Wait for this decision to be presented in front of Jiang Xian and Li Xiaolin.

The two were stunned.

Jiang Xian waved his hands quickly. "How can I be qualified to be the team leader? I'm still so young. I don't have enough experience."

Li Xiaolin was also puzzled, "When did I get involved?"

Ba Jin simply patted Jiang Xian on the shoulder and encouraged him, "You are in your prime, and it is time for you to do something. I am old now, and I will provide support for you, a young man."

He handed the pen to Jiang Xian. Jiang Xian took a deep breath, and without any hesitation, he showed his strong inner strength and wrote down his name.

I, Jiang Xian, am the leader of the preparatory group for the Modern Literature Museum of Country Z!
Suddenly, a strong sense of mission filled my heart, and my blood began to boil.

Li Xiaolin sighed and signed her name reluctantly.

As Ba Jin's assistant, without her participation, Ba Jin could do even less.

"We should have had a drink at this time, but I can only drink a few taels of alcohol. We should also have a cigarette, but I only know how to pack a pack of cigarettes. I have quit smoking and drinking for many years. We can only eat a bowl of Chengdu specialty sweet water noodles to spoil the fun." Ba Jin laughed awkwardly for a while.

This pasta is ready very quickly.

This is the first time I have eaten sweet water noodles. It is sweet and spicy, with a spicy and sweet fragrance. I enjoyed it so much in the hot summer.

After the meal, Li Xiaolin sat on the sofa with Ba Jin, and wiped Ba Jin's sweat with a handkerchief.

"Jiang Xian, you are still young and can donate 1 yuan. At my age, I am willing to donate 15 yuan to do this together."

“As for this initiative you wrote.”

"I propose to submit it directly to People's X Newspaper!"

(3 words combined into chapters)
(End of this chapter)