1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 248 Synthesis Direction of the Novel

Faced with this question, Jiang Xian thought for a moment and quickly came up with a suitable answer.

"Writing articles is a hobby that I can do at will, but writing an application is a sacred and important thing. I dare not write it casually, but must consider it carefully."

Hearing his answer, several people burst into laughter, including Hu Qiaomu, Guang Weiran, Feng Mu, and Yan Wenjing who were standing beside them.

I didn’t expect that this little guy is so smart despite his young age.

"Sit down and talk." Feng Mu said.

The waiter came over, holding a thermos and poured a cup of tea for Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian picked it up and took a sip.

The tea is average, but the tea bags are free.

I heard that when you drink tea in the lake, the water is free but the tea bags cost money. No matter who you are, if you want to drink tea, you have to pay 20 cents first.

As for smoking, you have to bring your own cigarettes, there is no public cigarettes available.

This was an "iron rule" set by the five heroes during those difficult years, and it has been passed down to this day, and no one dares to violate it.

Many comrades went to a meeting for the first time and did not know to bring money for tea bags. They searched all their pockets but could not find even two cents. They were very embarrassed and had to either keep a record of the bill or have others pay for them.

Wang Meng once said that she once went to a meeting without bringing any money and someone else paid for her.

Jiang Xian sat and listened quietly to what Feng Mu and the others said.

He spoke in a gentle and polite manner, as was his personality, and he seldom cursed, but he did write a poem full of foul language.

I heard that the price of liquor continued to soar, and after "Moutai" soared four times, some people still ate and drank lavishly, so I wrote this sentence fiercely:
Get the hell out of here!
Feng Mu said, "I have heard about the Literature Museum and read about it in the newspapers. I have always wanted to talk to Comrade Ba Jin, but unfortunately he lives in Shanghai and is not in good health, so I don't want him to go back and forth.

Jiang Xian, can you tell me how you plan to handle this literature museum? "

Jiang Xian immediately recounted the formation of the idea of ​​the Literature Museum.

He focused on Comrade Ba Jin's initial thoughts, then talked about how he was moved by Comrade Ba Jin, and his inner feelings after listening to Ba Jin's ideas. He also talked about how he went to Ba Jin's residence the next day with an initiative letter and 10,000 yuan in royalties, and hit it off with the old man.

Feng Mu said: "Comrade Ba Jin's idea is right. This is an affirmation of our own literature. In the past, our literature was denied, but our modern literature is definitely not poisonous weeds or waste. It should not be written off. It is very meaningful to do this.

As a young man, you have the courage to respond to Comrade Ba Jin's suggestion and do this."

"I can't say I have the guts. I just heard about Mr. Ba Jin's idea relatively early."

Feng Mu nodded, "Don't belittle yourself just because you are young. He said it well, the world is yours, and it is ours, but in the final analysis, it is yours. You young people are full of vigor and vitality and are in your prime.

Come, tell me what you think about this literary museum."

"Then I will speak boldly."

"You said."

"I am young, and many of my views are shallow. Most of my ideas were heard from Comrade Ba Jin."

Jiang Xian set the tone for himself as soon as he opened his mouth, "Our literature museum should be built as a base for contemporary literature research.

Take Japan as an example. Last time I visited Japan with a tour group, I visited their Literature Museum.

They have a fairly complete modern literature museum, which contains information on outstanding modern Japanese literary creators. Every week, the museum holds activities to attract Japanese children to come and appreciate the style of their literary workers.

We also noticed that Japan even has literary museums built specifically for some writers. It can be seen that our neighboring country, while vigorously developing its economy, is also enthusiastically and actively working on cultural heritage.

Since May 5th, our country has produced a lot of brilliant and vast literary works. As we carry out reform and opening up, shouldn’t we also pay attention to the inheritance of this culture? "

Time was short, so Jiang Xian couldn't go into too much detail. He gave a brief and quick introduction, and was not in a hurry to make a judgment. He just said:

"You go on."

Jiang Xian paused and said, "Comrade Ba Jin once said that the Western society is unfamiliar with our culture and the beauty of the Chinese soul. With such a literary museum, people from all over the world can come to Beijing and see the beautiful soul of the Chinese people.

This is also of great benefit to our literature. Many of our writers always write with a sense of pettiness. "

"Small family?"

“The source of this pettiness is that in the past, we writers have seen and read too little.

I know a writer. When everyone read his articles, they all praised his concise sentences. He laughed and said that his writing was not concise at all. It was concise because he knew too few words!

He said that in the past, all his reading came from the red book at home.

Although the era has passed, we still lack such a place to provide us with abundant information. "

Jiang Xian was notified suddenly, but he spoke these words almost spontaneously, as if he had already prepared them in mind.

He was still restrained in his speech, not elaborating, only talking about the essentials, only talking about the key points, and finally said:

“I found that in Japan, the Literary Museum is an important place for their literary theory research.

With such a literary museum, our literary theorists will be provided with more space, which will surely promote the prosperity of literary creation in the future."

“What support do you need?”

"The money can be provided by the writers. Ba Jin and I can donate. We just need to solve the housing problem."

"house?"

Housing is a big problem these days. Ordinary people are already short of houses, let alone houses that can be used as literary museums.

Jiang Xian said tentatively: "I have investigated and found a group of houses on the West Third Ring Road."

"On the side of West Third Ring Road?"

After hearing this, Feng Mu pondered for a while, thought of a place, and asked, "West Courtyard of Wanshou Temple?"

Jiang Xian nodded.

The west courtyard of Wanshou Temple is a large temple in the suburbs of Beijing. Several emperors of the Qing Dynasty celebrated their mothers' birthdays here. It covers an area of ​​nearly 10,000 square meters, with a construction area of ​​about 5,000 square meters. The usable area is reduced by half to less than 2,500 square meters.

Moreover, this place had just experienced a fire that burned down three large halls. There were only broken walls, dead trees and weeds inside, and there were even fewer usable houses. Currently, the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe was stationed there.

"You chose this place because you want me to beg for alms for you?"

The General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe belongs to the army. If we want them to move out, we have to first establish connections with the army, which is fraught with difficulties.

"Boss, to be honest, I have investigated many places. Tanzhe Temple is good, but it is too far away. Zaojian Hall in the Summer Palace is also elegant and quiet, but it is too small. In the end, the West Courtyard of Wanshou Temple is the most suitable."

A crying child has milk.

It is of course impossible to ask the government to build houses these days. The Writers Association is now working in earthquake shelters, and the Literary Museum can only find some ready-made yards to repair and use.

"It seems that you have done sufficient preparation." The leader smiled.

He briefly discussed it with Feng Mu and Guang Weiran, and did not give Wanshou Temple a reply. He only instructed, "The situation is special, and we have no experience in this matter. You writers' association should first set up a preparatory committee."

"it is good!"

This meeting ended here.

He Jingzhi didn't say anything and just sat quietly in the corner.

Thinking about the last meeting in Haizi, that person even said something to Jiang Xian.

This young writer is not simple. Jiang Xian was excited when he pushed the door open.

It’s glorious, so glorious!
Can this also be opened as a separate page in the family tree?
I never dared to imagine that I could say the words I have today.

There was also a symposium in the afternoon, and the atmosphere was generally relaxed.

Jiang Xian met Wu Qing again and chatted with her for a while. In addition to Wang Meng who was both the award presenter and the award-winning writer, Bing Xin was also selected for this year's award ceremony. Her work "Empty Nest" was also selected.

Wang Zengqi and Lu Wenfu sat together, two gluttons of the literary world coming together, and the scene was very interesting to watch.

"Tiesheng." Jiang Xian greeted Shi Tiesheng.

Shi Tiesheng looked at him with a smile, "Teacher Jiang."

"Congratulations on winning the award." Jiang Xian congratulated him sincerely.

Shi Tiesheng wanted to say something to thank him, but Jiang Xian refused. "Everyone can see how good your article is. This is your own achievement. You don't need to thank me."

When I got home, Zhu Lin had just returned from get out of class.

"Did you receive the award?"

"Ah."

Jiang Xian took out the certificate.

Zhu Lin took it with a happy look on her face and helped him put away the certificate.

Jiang Xian went to the kitchen to get a basin of water, washed up briefly, and came out to see the award certificate for "National Excellent Short Story" on the wall.

"How about hanging it here?" Zhu Lin asked happily.

"Anywhere is fine." He said with a smile. Although he was happy, he didn't care that much. After all, his biggest gain today was not the award, but the meeting with him. Such an opportunity could not be exchanged for a hundred certificates.

Zhu Lin was shocked when she heard about the meeting from him. "What did you say?"

"We sat together and had a long talk. We have made some progress in the work of the Literature Museum, and my task is almost complete."

"What about building a museum in the future?"

"In the future, more people will participate, and everyone will work together. They are all taller than me."

This meeting can be said to have prompted the construction of the Literature Museum to take a major step forward.

Jiang Xian gently held Zhu Lin in his arms. Perhaps because there were too many happy things today, he was in a very aroused mood. He lowered his head and pecked her lightly. Zhu Lin resisted at first, but soon she wrapped her arms around his neck to respond, and soon she was in high spirits.

The next day, People's X reported on the award ceremony and the meeting:
"We express our warm concern and support for the establishment of the Museum of Modern Chinese Literature."

When Jiang Guoqing saw it in the newspaper, his eyes turned green. He hurried back home and greeted Rao Yuemei.

"The Jiang Xian you mentioned above, is he referring to the one from our family?"

"That's right!"

Rao Yuemei was not sure either. "How could there be so many people named Jiang Xian in this world? And they are all novel writers."

The two of them couldn't make up their minds, so they rushed to No. 15 Hufang Road. The eldest son Jiang Xian had just woken up.

When the two men managed to pry a definite answer out of him, he was frozen in place, as if a nail had been driven into his foot.

Jiang Guoqing wanted so much that he wanted to go to his ancestral grave and take a look.

It's definitely smoking!

That day, Jiang Xian received a registered letter.

It was sent from the editorial office of "Script" at No. 52, Dongsi th Street.

Inside was a payment slip and a letter, the general content of which was that "The World's No.4 Restaurant" had been accepted by the monthly magazine "Script" and would be published in the April issue of "Script".

Jiang Xian immediately realized that Ying Ruocheng had successfully helped him submit the manuscript.

"Script" is a national drama magazine founded and edited by older generation dramatists such as Tian Han and Guang Weiran. It is a professional drama literature creation magazine.

It was affiliated to the Dramatists Association and resumed publication in 79.

For many editors, it is a great honor to have their work published in this national publication.

Jiang Xian was also a little proud of this. He took a look at the number on the remuneration slip, which was not much, just over four hundred yuan.

As I was going upstairs, I heard a sound:

"A new synthesis sequence has been unlocked, please select the synthesis direction."

Jiang Xian stopped in surprise.

What surprised him was not the emergence of this new synthesis sequence, but the fact that he could choose the type of sequence this time.

“Scar literature, reflective literature, and reform literature.”

Look at the long list of possible directions.

Jiang Xian hesitated for a moment and made his choice
——Military themes.

Xu Huaizhong's military-themed work "Anecdotes from the Western Front" this year can be said to have opened the precedent for military literature in the new era.

How could he not get involved in such a grand occasion?

As he selects the synthesis direction, the sequence is unlocked.

No need to collect inspiration, novel synthesis is completed directly.

“【Battle Experience】+【Heroic Portraits】= Novella”

Looking at the novel that appeared in his mind, Jiang Xian's spirits lifted. Although the ending of this novel was criticized, it was undoubtedly an absolute classic of military literature.

The Chinese Writers Association quickly organized the work, and Ba Jin also sent a letter to Jiang Xian from Shanghai, in which he expressed his joy that his vision was getting closer and closer to the goal.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of March.

On this day, the Central Committee received a special letter:

"Dear comrades, I know I will not be able to recover from my illness, and at this final moment, my heart goes out to you.

For the sake of my ideal, I have pursued and struggled all my life. I request that after my death, my life's actions, merits and demerits be strictly examined according to the standards of a Party member.

If I am recognized as a glorious Party member after my death, it will be the greatest honor of my life!

——Shen Yanbing"

The China Writers Association also received a letter:
"Dear comrades, in order to promote the creation of novels, I will donate my royalties of 250,000 yuan to set up a literary prize fund for novels to reward the best novels each year.

I know that I will not recover from my illness, and I sincerely wish that our country's socialist literature will prosper!

——Mao Dun

On March 1981, 3, Mao Dun, a giant of modern Chinese literature, passed away suddenly.

(End of this chapter)