1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 181: Start creating now?
Is it collected in this way?
Jiang Xian was surprised.

This is actually quite easy. He asked Mr. Zhang Leping to draw more than ten illustrations. Each illustration counts as a bit of progress. He just needs to wait for the illustrations to be finished and then he can collect the inspiration.

By the way, he doesn’t have to pay for the production of illustrations, as the money will be paid by Renwen Press itself.

He used other people's money to ask Zhang Leping to draw illustrations for him, and he could also get inspiration for his paintings.

He didn't mean to do it, but now he has taken all the benefits.

Zhang Leping was painting attentively. Jiang Xian followed Zhang Weijun around the room and saw many paintings of "Sanmao".

Zhang Leping painted part of the second picture, "Five Dragons Like a Dog", and went outside to get some wine.

Seeing Jiang Xian circling around, he said, "Comrade Jiang Xian, which one do you like? I'll take it off and give it to you today."

He now has a good impression of Jiang Xian. Based on the Ba Jin incident alone, Zhang Leping feels that he is a young man worthy of respect.

"If that's what you said, then I won't be polite." Jiang Xian smiled and took down a Sanmao-themed poster.

Because it was big enough and painted, Sanmao wore a big flowered jacket and held up a small colorful flag that read "Build a New Society of Prosperity and Peace".

“You’re really good at picking.”

Zhang Weijun chuckled and said, "This is a work by Alaye 50 years ago, right?"

"So long?" Jiang Xian withdrew his hand somewhat embarrassedly.

"No problem, no problem." Zhang Leping waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind. "Since I've said it, Comrade Jiang Xian can take it if he likes it."

"Thank you very much." Jiang Xian looked happy.

These pictures were not worth much, but they were rare and good things, so of course he liked them.

Zhang Leping took a sip of wine, returned to the inner room, and continued to work on the illustration.

Jiang Xian flipped through the comics on the cabinet for a while, hesitated for a long time, finally made up his mind, and looked at Zhang Weijun.

"Comrade Weijun, do you have a pen and paper?"

Zhang Weijun was a little confused, not understanding what he wanted to do, and nodded, "Of course there is."

"Please fetch me one."

Although Zhang Weijun was surprised, he didn't say much. He opened the drawer and took out a stack of letter paper and a Shanghai Hero brand fountain pen.

Jiang Xian held the pen, sat at the table, thought for a moment, and started writing quickly.

The pictures in my mind flow from the tip of my pen word by word.

Ok?
Zhang Weijun suddenly felt incredible.

Is this the creation?
Does a writer's inspiration come so quickly?
He leaned over and tried to take a few glances, but he couldn't understand what Jiang Xian was writing. It took him a long time to realize that Comrade Jiang Xian was writing a script, so he couldn't understand the text at all.

At noon, I stayed at Zhang Leping's house for lunch, and after eating, we sat on the sofa and chatted.

"Mr. Zhang, could you please help me look at the picture my sister drew?"

"Drawing?"

“She did several illustrations for one of my previous novels, Fearless.”

"Huo Yuanjia? He's quite a character."

Zhang Leping became interested and said, "Take it out and let me see it."

Jiang Qin was overjoyed and quickly took out a few illustrations of "Huo Yuanjia" that she had made during this period from her bag.

Zhang Leping carefully read each painting, gave some comments, and finally praised, "This female comrade is quite smart."

"You're so polite!" Jiang Qin was flattered and kept thanking him.

It took Zhang Leping a whole morning and afternoon to complete four illustrations of "Rice".

He is 70 years old this year. After completing so much work, he no longer has the energy to continue working. He can only draw the remaining illustrations when he has time.

Jiang Xian and Jiang Qin sat for a while, and seeing that Zhang Leping was a little sleepy, they stood up and said goodbye. Before leaving, they said, "Mr. Zhang, I have something else to do."

He handed over a stack of letter papers in his hand and said with a smile, "I wrote a script for Sanmao without your permission."

"Oh? You wrote a script for Sanmao?" Zhang Leping was quite surprised.

"It's not finished yet. I'll leave it for you to read. If you find it interesting, I'll continue writing it. If you don't find it interesting, I'll take it back. From now on, I won't publish it without your consent."

"This"

As an old artist, Zhang Leping will of course review the script.

It’s just that he has very strict requirements on the film and television adaptations of his works, and has rarely given in to them over the years.

"I'll look back."

Leaving the script behind, Jiang Xian and Jiang Qin, brother and sister, left the alley. The afterglow of the setting sun cast an orange-red hue on the bluestone pavement.

The progress of [Painting] has reached (4/10), and it is only a matter of time before the collection is completed.

Jiang Xian looked at Jiang Qin beside him and said, "Sister, go back and revise today's illustrations, and then come back in a few days to show them to Mr. Zhang Leping."

"Will you go in a few days?"

Jiang Qin didn't understand and looked at him in confusion, "This is too presumptuous. It's not good to disturb others."

"Don't think like that." Jiang Xian said calmly: "Today you have received guidance from an expert. Do you know how to repay the expert after receiving his guidance?"

Jiang Qin hesitated for a moment, "You mean, I should come back in a few days to give Mr. Zhang some gifts?"

Jiang Xian chuckled and shook his head.

"Sending gifts is a step down. Instead of sending gifts, why don't you come and report your recent situation to Mr. Zhang every once in a while?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Qin didn't understand what Jiang Xian meant.

He had no choice but to explain, "Reporting your situation will express your gratitude for his guidance and give him a sense of accomplishment."

"Second brother, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Qin couldn't help laughing. "What sense of accomplishment can I give Mr. Zhang? A master like him, does he still need to gain a sense of accomplishment from me?"

"Don't believe it."

Jiang Xian said seriously, "It's human nature to be a teacher. He will definitely be happy to see that you have been making progress under his guidance.

I'm certainly not teaching you how to scheme, nor am I disrespecting Mr. Zhang. I just want to tell you that since you have the opportunity to meet Mr. Zhang, you must not be too shy. This is a great opportunity to learn from him."

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Jiang Qin listened in a daze for a long time, and couldn't help but touch his head: "Is this still my silly brother? Where did you learn all this?"

Jiang Xian sighed.

It's nothing more than the insights brought about by those people in later generations.

"Just listen to me. If you meet a great man and are lucky enough to land on his shoes and follow him for a while, that is a lifetime blessing."

"How could you have such a thought?"

"I am thinking progressively, sister, don't you want to make progress?"

"progress?"

Jiang Xian's voice was like a devil's sound in her ears. Jiang Qin felt it was a little strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange. She couldn't help but ask herself.

Don’t you really want to make progress?

(I recovered two days of blood, and will resume the daily rhythm of 10,000 tomorrow!)

(End of this chapter)