1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 211 Jiang Xian's Graduation Project

The Institute of Literature and Art finally reopened after a one-month vacation.

The students returned to school from their homes all over the place. This time they were preparing for graduation, and everyone had to submit their own graduation works.

Since it is a graduation project, it must be ranked. The institute will grade it according to excellent, excellent, and good grades.

"I brought some local specialties from my hometown." Kong Jiesheng distributed the gifts he brought from home to the students. "This is lard candy, which is made of a mixture of lard, flour, and sugar."

When Jia Dashan heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Give them some. I can't eat the greasy taste of candy made with lard."

Jiang Xian tasted a piece and found it quite unique, full of oil and sweetness. He didn't know whether to say it was delicious or unpalatable, but he was not used to it anyway.

After a separation, when they got together again and looked at each other, they found that they had all changed a little, with new haircuts, new clothes, and a touch of the warm and private atmosphere of family life on their bodies and faces.

The students, who had been familiar with each other, seemed to become strangers again and were embarrassed to talk to each other.

"Have you finished your graduation project?" Tie Ning asked.

Mo Shen immediately shook his head: "No, I haven't started writing at all. I just started preparing to write these few days."

Qu Xiaowei looked at Zhang Kengkeng, "Have you written it?"

“It’s not written.” Zhang Kengkeng immediately shook his head.

The youngest student, Tie Ning, was relieved to see that there were many students like her who had not started writing. "I said, who would write that kind of thing when we finally have a holiday?"

Upon learning that Jiang Xian was married, many students came to congratulate him and asked him to invite Zhu Lin to the Institute of Literature to attend the dance.

Dance parties are very popular in this era.

Wearing bell-bottom pants, frog-eye glasses, turning up the volume of the tape recorder, and twisting and turning to the music, dance halls also became popular.

Let alone those writers from the party schools and literary institutes.

Wang Shuo wrote in his novel: In October 1979, I went home to visit my relatives. My family had tickets, so I went to the Great Hall, where foreign films were shown. A dance was organized in the banquet hall, where fashionable men and women danced waltzes, and the hall was filled with waltzes such as "The Blue Danube".

I felt that the world had changed. Both I and the military uniform that was once all the rage were now obsolete. People were wearing high heels, bell-bottom pants, nylon shirts, had their hair permed, wore digital watches on their wrists, and spoke English.

After returning to the army, I stopped writing X applications and stopped rushing to clean the toilets and wash clothes for my comrades to show how hard I worked. I told our leader that I had a way to buy a Japanese color TV, and took the 3,000 yuan I earned from raising kelp in the team and went to Guangdong to resell electrical appliances.

Office of the Institute of Literature.

Gu Jianzhi glanced at the manuscripts piled on the table.

"Have all the students handed in their papers?"

“32 copies, one copy short of Tie Ning’s.” said Chen Shanshan, who is in charge of academic affairs.

"What's going on?" asked another teacher.

Chen Shanshan sighed, "Tie Ning said she had something to do during the holidays and didn't have time to write. She is trying to make up for it these days."

"Hmph, don't take it lightly. Our school is not a charity or a shelter. As long as you study, you will graduate."

Li Qingquan stressed with a serious face, "I have read it. Chen Shixu's manuscript is not well written. It is barely a good grade. Let him take it back to revise it. It is too unsatisfactory."

It is a consensus that Li Qingquan is unkind. He has strict standards for literature and art, and these standards will never be broken by human relationships.

"Are there any particularly outstanding ones?" asked Director Xu Gang.

"This one by Jiang Zilong!"

Teacher Xiaojing raised the manuscript in his hand and praised: "It's really well written, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple. I guarantee that once this novel is published, young readers will definitely give it a warm response. I think it deserves an excellent rating."

Li Qingquan analyzed: "Comrade Jiang Zilong has a good understanding of contemporary Chinese reality, is experienced, and has seen a lot of the world, so his writings are naturally profound."

Qiu Lijuan also held up a manuscript and said, "Comrade Wang Anyi's article "Destiny" is also good. I think it is also of excellent standard.

This child has made great progress. When she first came here, she only filled in "Who is the future squadron leader" in the personal form she filled out. I thought she was being taken care of. With Comrade Ru Zhijuan's respect and Ba Jin's words for her, I didn't expect that she would write several amazing articles in a row. "

"She is the most hardworking student in this group. She is the most serious in class," said Fu Pengfei.

He then talked about the works of writers such as Qiao Dianyun, Jia Dashan and Ye Xin in turn. The teachers gathered around to watch and exchange ideas with each other.

These works need to be reviewed by every teacher and then discussed and rated.

Seeing the teachers' heated discussion, Director Xu Gang suddenly became puzzled.

"Where's Jiang Xian's? Why isn't there any Jiang Xian's?"

He didn't believe that Jiang Xian would be lonely at this time.

This guy is very popular now, and his works make the literary world excited.

Even if what he brought out was not as good as Jiang Zilon's, it was not much worse.

"Jiang Xian handed me a manuscript that had been published in Harvest, but it has not been published yet. Only people from Harvest have read it." Chen Shanshan said.

Li Qingquan smiled and said, "This kid really saves us a lot of trouble."

The institute is responsible for helping students contact and publish their graduation works, so Jiang Xian's approach is not considered to be against the rules.

"Harvest" was too urgent, what else could he do? "Has anyone read it?" Gu Jianzhi asked.

"Comrade Wang Jianqing is still reading a long novel. He has been reading it for two days and should be almost finished." Chen Shanshan pointed to the corner of the office.

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger. Wang Jianqing was completely immersed in the story.

The Institute of Literature is very confident in her level. Wang Jianqing is the editor-in-chief of "Xiangjiang Literature" and the deputy editor-in-chief of the "Red and Expert" magazine of the 9 Society. He is absolutely a man of sharp eyes.

As he spoke, Wang Jianqing raised his head.

It took me two days to finally finish reading this 120,000-word "Glass Moon Shining on Copper Coin Street".

It was almost noon, and the office glass seemed to be dyed with the color of the sun, with a halo flowing like soap bubbles. Wang Jianqing only felt that in front of her was Li Lande's magnificent painting that reached the dome, with ink and wash, sometimes light gauze dancing, sometimes thick ink and heavy colors. It was probably the beginning of the creation of the world, the most mysterious veil of nature was gently lifted, revealing a deep and solemn face. She stood in front of it, as if she was crushed by the mountains in the painting, unable to escape.

Wang Jianqing thought of the original sentence in the article again: What he painted was something ancient and shocking, something that did not belong to this mortal world, communicating with heaven and earth, and was both stunningly beautiful and terrifying.

"Leland, Leland"

"Jianqing, Jianqing." Gu Jianzhi noticed her strange behavior, "How is the manuscript?"

Wang Jianqing held the manuscript in his hand, in a daze for a long time before coming back to his senses.

"Very good, very good, worthy of being written by Jiang Xian."

Chen Shanshan was immediately intrigued and came up to her to ask, "What type? Scars, reflections?"

Wang Jianqing pondered for a moment and concluded, "It's still a stream-of-consciousness novel, but this stream of consciousness is different from his previous work Rice. It's very unique."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the teachers in the office quickly gathered around, almost stopping all discussions about other students, and came to listen to Wang Jianqing talk about Jiang Xian's novel.

Wang Jianqing became the center of the office, or rather, Jiang Xian's article became the focus of everyone's attention.

She took a sip of water first, thought for a moment, and quickly found a starting point. There were so many things to talk about in this novel.

“The perspective of this article “Liuli Moon Shining on Copper Coin Street” is similar to that of “Chess King”, in that both are about a person named Li Lande, but it is more advanced and better than “Chess King”.

I am no longer a witness. I often hear this story from others. Jiang Xian often reminds me in his own words that perhaps this story is not worth believing, saying that I know very little about the real thing. After reading it, I always can’t tell whether it is realistic or fictional.

"Real fiction?" Li Qingquan put forward a statement.

Wang Jianqing's eyes lit up. "Comrade Qingquan is right. It's the same feeling you mentioned. This novel technique is really superb. Jiang Xian is no longer limited to traditional classic characters and linear narratives. After reading this novel, writing doesn't feel like writing, but like a journey. He writes now, and it feels a bit free and easy."

Chen Shanshan was stunned by what she heard. "Teacher Wang, is Jiang Xian going to become a spirit?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Teacher Xiaojing hit her and said, "After the founding of the country, you are not allowed to become a spirit."

There was laughter in the office.

But at this moment, no one could forget the feeling described by Wang Jianqing.

——Do whatever you want and get it easily.

An article titled "Rice" published by Jiang Xian previously almost pushed him to the throne of the number one stream of consciousness writer in China.

It is no exaggeration to say that the entire literary community is now studying Jiang Xian's stream-of-consciousness writing style, just like the study of scar literature works such as "Scars" and "Class Teacher", but the difficulty is not on the same level.

Before everyone else learned it, Jiang Xian had already surpassed himself again.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Xu Gang found it a little unbelievable. He instinctively felt that Wang Jianqing was exaggerating.

Li Qingquan also couldn't wait to take the manuscript and quickly flipped to the first page. "Comrade Jianqing, what did it talk about?"

"The novel is too long, so it's hard for me to say, but based on the locations of the stories, it can be roughly summarized into three stories: the story of Shanghai, the story of Toona Sinensis Street, and the story of Maple and Poplar Village." Wang Jianqing said.

“I know Shanghai.”

Teacher Xiaojing scratched his head and asked, "Where are Xiangchunshu Street and Fengyangshu Village?"

Chen Shanshan pondered, "Fengyangshu Village is a fictional place name he created in Rice, symbolizing a beautiful and dreamy ideal village. It seems that Jiang Xian likes this place very much. As for Xiangchunshu Street, I guess he also created it."

Wang Jianqing was still savoring the contents of the novel; there were still some obscure things she had not yet fully understood.

"No, reading it once is not enough. You need to read this article several times."

"Teacher Jianqing, you have been watching it alone for two days. You can't stop us from watching it." Chen Shanshan said hurriedly.

"Hurry up and ask the transcriber to make a few more copies." Li Qingquan, who had just praised Jiang Xian for saving trouble for the text lecture office, said helplessly.

He was the only one among all the students who wrote a long article, so he would have trouble in the review.

On the other side, class teacher Chen Tao was collecting the works published by the students during their time at the Institute of Literature.

Mo Shen, who had said that one of the papers could not be sent out, was busy filling out the paper. Tie Ning and Chen Shixu were the most idle people in the class.

Jiang Xian went to the podium holding the list.

"Teacher Chen, I want to ask if it counts if it's published in a popular literature magazine?"

(End of this chapter)