1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 247 Why don’t you write an application?
When it comes to publishing, Ying Ruocheng patted his chest and said, "I will help you publish this manuscript."

"Oh, thank you so much." Jiang Xian responded happily.

Ying Ruocheng is also a well-known figure in the drama world, so he naturally feels relieved to have him help with the publication.

The three of them chatted for an entire afternoon, and Jiang Xian was the first to say goodbye and leave.

After he left, Ying Ruocheng chatted with Cao Yu for a while before returning home with the manuscript of "The World's No. 1 Restaurant".

He sat down and drank some hot water when the door was pushed open. He looked up and saw that his son Yingda, who was studying at Yan University, had returned home.

Yingda is currently a sophomore student at Yanda University, studying psychology. He originally wanted to apply for Yanda's drama department, but unfortunately his score was not high enough, so he had to choose psychology, which had a lower score.

During this period, Yingda founded a new club in Yanda, more precisely, it was called the "Student Art Troupe Drama Team", which was the predecessor of the "Yenda Drama Club".

He was just a sophomore, but he became the founder of the drama team and also served as the president of the drama team. He was in charge of many people and was very powerful in Yanjing University.

"You don't know, I'm going to show them my play today, wow." Yingda boasted about the play he wrote.

Ying Ruocheng scoffed at this.

He had read the script written by his son, and to give it a mediocre review would be an overestimation of the script.

That script only pursues the so-called "modern techniques", flashbacks, stream of consciousness, no act divisions and other seemingly trendy things, but what is written is empty and hollow, like floating grass that will run away with the wind.

Think again about “The Best Restaurant in the World” written by Jiang Xian.

It is so profound and written in a realistic way.

After removing all the dross, we build high-rise buildings from the bottom up layer by layer. At first, it is life, then it is elevated to culture, and then from culture it is sublimated to governing the country, and finally it comes down to the desolation of life.

This realm is soaring into the clouds and reaching the sky!
Thinking of this, he looked at his son and couldn't help but sigh.

How could there be such a big difference between two people who are obviously of similar age?

3 month.

Familiar waves of yellow sand were swirling in the sky again.

Lesbians who are a little more fashionable cover their heads with silk scarves when they go out, while gay men either wear white masks or hard hats.

Jiang Xian rode a 28-inch bicycle to Yenching University.

"Puh, phuh, phuh." He spat out the sand in his mouth, parked his bicycle under the carport and tied it up with an iron chain.

I had just shaken off the yellow sand on my body when I heard someone shouting behind me.

"Teacher Jiang Xian!"

Following the sound, I turned around and looked at Liang Zuo and Wang Xiaoping.

"Teacher Jiang Xian, I didn't expect you to really come." Liang Zuo was so happy that even the white mask couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"It's a rare opportunity for you to ask me for help." Jiang Xian replied.

He was invited here today by Liang Zuo and Wang Xiaoping, both of whom are members of the drama team of the Yan University Art Troupe. Today they invited Jiang Xian, a popular writer, to come and observe and give guidance on a big play "The Nine of Us" being rehearsed by their drama team.

Jiang Xian knew about the drama troupe of Yanda University.

Many years later, a man named Sa Beining who claimed that "Yenching University is not bad" would become the president of this society.

"Our drama troupe is not large, so we are rehearsing in the classroom this time," Liang Zuo introduced.

Jiang Xian followed him. There were quite a few members in the drama troupe, and there were about fifty or sixty students crammed into a classroom.

"Are they all from your drama team?"

"Some are visitors who come to watch." Wang Xiaoping introduced in a low voice, "but most of them are our people, from all departments."

Yingda caught a glimpse of Jiang Xian at the door, his eyes lit up, and he came over and held out his hands.

"Hello, hello!"

"Ah."

Jiang Xian remained calm and nodded slightly.

When they saw Jiang Xian coming in, the students in the classroom were not sure about his identity at first and discussed in low voices.

Yingda clapped his hands and introduced loudly, "Classmates, this is writer Jiang Xian."

The eyes of the students in the classroom immediately turned to Jiang Xian, and they burst into thunderous welcome.

Jiang Xian made a brief speech, then sat in his seat, accompanied by Liang Zuo, to watch the performance.

The students acted very hard, but perhaps because the script was a little weak, students began to leave the classroom one after another halfway through the performance.

"Who wrote this script?" Jiang Xian asked Liang Zuo in a low voice.

"Our president, Yingda, wrote and directed this play himself."

"How did you let him become the president?"

Liang Zuo was stunned for a moment, "His father is Mr. Ying Ruocheng from the Beijing People's Art Theater."

"He is the one who will be your president, not his father."

"." Liang Zuo was stunned.

A performance ended quickly.

Jiang Xian made a brief comment, signed autographs for several students from Yan University who came after hearing the news, and finally left accompanied by Liang Zuo and Wang Xiaoping.

"Your drama troupe is doing very well. You should stage more plays so that Yanda will pay more attention to you sooner," Jiang Xian encouraged.

"But we don't have that many scripts. Just today's script took Yingda half a year to write."

"Why don't you try writing?" Jiang Xian asked Liang Zuo suddenly.

"I?"

"Your mother Chen Rong is so talented. I don't believe her son can't write a good script or stage a good play."

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"Okay, come back to my place. I have a script in my hand. See if you can act it out."

"You wrote the script?"

Liang Zuo and Wang Xiaoping became excited when they heard this. "Are you really willing to let us perform?"

Jiang Xian smiled, "You haven't even read the script, why are you so excited?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Zuo scratched his head in embarrassment. He really had blind trust in Jiang Xian.

Wang Xiaoping said sweetly, "What you wrote must be good!"

Tsk tsk.

When Jiang Xian heard what Wang Xiaoping said, he couldn't help but want to introduce Zheng Xiaolong to her in advance.

The couple didn't know each other yet.

A few days later, it was time for the most anticipated ceremony in the cultural world every year: the 1980 National Outstanding Novel Awards.

Zhu Lin found the Zhongshan suit that Jiang Xian had made in Hongdu the night before and ironed it neatly.

The sun was shining brightly in the early morning. Jiang Xian put on his clothes, which looked very crisp and energetic.

"How about it?"

"Don't worry, I'll tidy it up for you." Zhu Lin stood on tiptoes and combed Jiang Xian's hair.

Only after she was satisfied did Jiang Xian ride his bicycle out to Tiananmen Square, take out the letter of introduction from his bag, and enter the award ceremony hall.

I took a quick look inside the conference hall and saw a lot of unfamiliar faces.

Jiang Xian took a look at the list of winners in advance. Almost 90% of the winning writers were newly emerging writers. Writers like Feng Jicai, Zhang Jie, Kong Jiesheng, and Liu Xinwu, who won awards last year, did not appear on the list this year.

"Comrade Jiang Xian!"

"Comrade Zilong!"

After entering the venue, Jiang Xian saw Jiang Zilon waving at him.

This year, Jiang Zilon won the National Excellent Short Story Award for his work "Diary of a Factory Secretary".

We were classmates at the Institute of Literature, and it felt very familiar to see each other now.

"You got yourself an outfit just for the award?" Jiang Zilong joked as soon as they met. Jiang Xian chuckled, "This is the outfit I made for my visit to Japan. I wore it here specially to receive the award."

He looked around again. There were quite a few people, chatting in groups of three or four, but most of them were alone and stayed where they were.

"There are so many new faces this year." Jiang Zilong said with emotion, "I was wondering if I had made a mistake in remembering the date and coming to the wrong place. Now that I see you, I know I am definitely on the right track."

Since the establishment of the National Novel Selection Award, Jiang Xian has been an evergreen and can be seen at the award ceremony every year.

The winners come and go, but Jiang Xian remains unchanged.

The two hadn't seen each other for some time. After chatting for a while, they saw Li Qingquan.

"Comrade Qingquan!" Jiang Xian greeted.

Li Qingquan nodded with a smile, glanced at him and Jiang Zilong, "Congratulations."

Jiang Xian hadn't seen Li Qingquan for a long time. He first exchanged pleasantries with him and asked about each other's recent situation.

Li Qingquan was in charge of the affairs of the Institute of Literature at the moment. He revealed to Jiang Xian and Jiang Zilon that their Institute of Literature had contacted the Ministry of Higher Education and planned to set the academic qualifications as postgraduate in the next round of enrollment.

This was not a decision made casually. In the 20s, when Ding Ling was in charge of the Institute of Literature, she recruited two-year graduate students.

However, the Ministry of Higher Education was also making a big fuss, and many people disagreed.

First of all, the hardware of the Institute of Literature is not up to standard. What about the university buildings? What about the university campus? What about the university library and its rich collection of books?

It is impossible that a person who rents a shabby yard can be approved for a higher education degree. Secondly, there is no university professor team or standard university courses. It is too informal.

The Writers Association also has something to say. Your college textbooks are all filled with articles by our writers, and many of your university graduate theses are also written using the writers' works as research objects. The standards of ordinary universities should not be applied to these writers.

The two sides are at a stalemate at the moment, and the Writers Association is thinking about it and planning to set up an "Academic Qualifications Committee" first. Li Qingquan will now be in charge of this matter.

"This matter started because of you." Li Qingquan looked at Jiang Xian meaningfully.

The three of them knew it well. Jiang Xian had once made a speech at the farewell banquet for his teachers, hoping that the Institute of Literature would provide academic qualifications to the writers.

"At that time, Comrade Ding Ling agreed with your idea of ​​Lu Xun Academy of Literature."

Li Qingquan smiled and said, "Comrade Ding Ling said the same thing as you. The Institute of Literature is not nice to listen to. The toilet is also called an institute. It is best to call it Lu Xun Literature Institute. This name has a sense of honor."

Jiang Xian was fascinated by what he heard and asked quickly, "Comrade Qingquan, if your graduate class succeeds, what will happen to us students from the previous term? If you favor some over others, we will have a big fight."

"The organization will naturally make a decision when the time comes."

Li Qingquan explained, "Why? Are you still going to bring the students from the previous session to Wenjiang Institute to sit in silence and go on hunger strike?"

"Comrade Qingquan, don't worry, I will never get involved." Jiang Zilong said with a smile, "We are not as enthusiastic about progress as Comrade Jiang Xian."

The three of them laughed.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Xian turned around and looked at Wang Anyi. She came in at some point and was standing alone, looking a little reserved.

"Comrade Anyi!" he greeted.

Looking to the side again, he saw his senior brother Wang Zengqi already chatting in the crowd, forming a sharp contrast with Wang Anyi.

"Jiang Xian!" Wang Meng was also selected this year for "Sound of Spring".

Like Jiang Xian, this person is also an evergreen and wins awards every year.

He also introduced to Jiang Xian several comrades who were relatively unfamiliar to Jiang Xian.

"Soul and Flesh" by Zhang Xianliang.

"Phoenix Eyes" by Chen Jiangong.

"Family of Street Peddlers" by Lu Wenfu.

These people are undoubtedly extremely dazzling. Not to mention Zhang Xianliang's "Spirit and Flesh", the adapted version of "The Shepherd" caused a sensation at the domestic box office.

Chen Jiangong was still a student in the Chinese Department of Yan University at that time.

Jiang Xian’s favorite is Lu Wenfu, his work “Gourmet” is simply a pleasure to write.

After chatting for a while, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

Jiang Zilong looked at their excited expressions and said with emotion: "You are lucky to have come at a good time. Jiang Xian wrote long novels last year and didn't win many awards this year."

After he said this, several editors beside him nodded.

Compared with the previous two sessions, Jiang Xian's performance this year is obviously much dimmer.

"Then you don't know."

Wang Meng smiled, with a tone of gloating that seemed to show a sense of enjoying the fun.

"This year Jiang Xian only won one award. In addition to him, there are three other awards that are closely related to him."

"There are three more prizes?" The others were confused.

Wang Meng counted on her fingers and explained: "'The Rite of Initiation', 'The End of This Train', 'Half an Hour for Lunch', these are all works edited by Jiang Xian."

When these words were spoken, everyone was dumbfounded.

As per convention and regulations, the editor and the author share the honour of the award.

If you count it this way, this kid has won four awards this year!
The huge shock made everyone speechless, especially the editors of major literary journals, who felt so uncomfortable looking at Jiang Xian.

In previous years you provoked other authors, but this year you are provoking us?

Or was it the small commotion at the entrance that diverted their attention to a special writer who had arrived late?

Shi Tiesheng was dressed neatly, sitting in a wheelchair, and was pushed into the venue by his father.

It was difficult to get to the seats, so many writers came over to help enthusiastically.

"Tie Sheng!" Jiang Xian greeted.

"Teacher Jiang!" Shi Tiesheng was obviously very excited when he saw him.

"Let's talk later." Jiang Xian smiled. It was about time, so he sat in his seat in the fifth row.

The award lineup for this year's awards ceremony has been upgraded again. "Brother Shu", who was the chairman at the time, attended the awards ceremony. This honor is unprecedented.

It is a pity that Comrade Mao Dun was hospitalized and was unable to attend this year's award ceremony.

"Brother Shu" sat in the middle seat and gave a speech on literary and artistic work.

The speeches ended with awards presentation.

The writers sitting in their seats were whispering, and the news that Jiang Xian had edited and published three award-winning works spread little by little.

The participants were so shocked that they were speechless.

This kid is always trying to show off in various ways!

The award ceremony ended quickly and came to an end.

Jiang Xian waited skillfully for the afternoon symposium. Just as he was about to go to the toilet, he was stopped by Guang Weiran.

"Comrade Hu wants to see you, come with me quickly."

"Who?"

"Comrade Hu."

Jiang Xianmu stood there, feeling incredible, nervous and excited.

This was not the first time he had met "Brother Shu". He had spoken a few words to "Brother Shu" at the National Congress of Writers two years ago. At that time, he was still a young writer, and "Brother Shu" was more concerned about Lu Xinhua, who wrote "Scars".

But this time it was different, this time he was called upon to meet with them.

With a frown on his face, he followed Guang Weiran all the way into the conference hall.

Brother Shu was sitting on the sofa. When he saw him come in, he stood up to greet him. Jiang Xian hurriedly shook hands with him.

"Comrade Hu!"

"Comrade Jiang Xian, hello."

Brother Shu was still very easy-going. After a few pleasantries, he jokingly asked Jiang Xian whether he had joined the party.

"You've written so many articles, why don't you write an application?"

(End of this chapter)