1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 254: October

After Xia Chun returned, he found the script that Ying Ruocheng gave him overnight and read the entire "The World's No. 1 Restaurant".

After reading it, he excitedly pulled Ying Ruocheng aside and said:

"Jiang Xian's The World's No. 1 Restaurant follows the same path as Lao She's Teahouse."

Ying Ruocheng smiled and said, "This is his first time writing a script."

"First time writing?" Xia Chun was surprised. "If that's the case, you can produce such a work at such a young age. This talent is probably comparable to that of the dean."

Ying Ruocheng understood what he meant, but had a different opinion. "I think he still has some shadow of Mr. Lao She."

Xia Chun quickly understood.

Lao She started out writing novels, and later when he was in his forties he began writing the play "The Residual Fog". Although he knew no stage skills and had no experience in writing scripts, he managed to finish the script in just fifteen days, and it was of quite a high standard.

Just like Jiang Xian, when he started writing novels, he suddenly came up with this high-quality novel "The World's No. 1 Restaurant".

"I'm afraid only newcomers like Jiang Xian can write a script like this nowadays." Ying Ruocheng said meaningfully.

Xia Chun nodded, "Yes, it's not easy to write such a script."

Nowadays, the drama circle is promoting innovative plays, experimental plays are all the rage, and the public opinion is very fond of the new trends.

The popular screenwriters in the drama circle are now all focusing on "modern techniques". Only a young and inexperienced person like Jiang Xian would avoid the mainstream and write about people from the older generation of the catering industry.

He just wrote it so well.

Ying Ruocheng said excitedly: "This just shows that although our realism is not the only way to create literature and art, it is a broad road!"

A few days later, Jiang Xian came to the Capital Theatre and met director Xia Chun again.

The little old man Xia Chun did not hide his desire for "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" at all.

"Nowadays, we in Beijing People's Art Theatre are in short supply of scripts. We are in need of good scripts, and even more so of good scripts with rich Chinese cultural heritage. I implore you to hand over this "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" to us."

Hearing the old man using the word "implore", Jiang Xian smiled and said, "Don't say that. I am really flattered. It is my great honor that "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" has been favored by Beijing People's Art Theater."

The two were chatting when a lesbian, who looked to be in her early twenties, pushed the door open and came in.

She has an oval face, big watery eyes, slightly curly hair, and is as fashionable as a doll, and quite pretty.

Jiang Xian looked at her, feeling strangely familiar.

He changed the subject, picked up the mug and took a sip of water.

"President Xia!" The female comrade called out to Xia Chun, "President Yu is here."

"I see."

Xia Chun nodded and introduced the woman with a smile, "Dandan, you have always loved literature, right? This is the great writer Mr. Jiang Xian."

"Ah?" The female comrade's eyes lit up and she looked at Jiang Xian with tenderness and joy.

"I don't deserve to be called a great writer." Jiang Xian put down the cup and said modestly.

"I almost forgot to introduce you."

Xia Chun smiled and said, "This is our young actor from Beijing People's Art Theater. He is only 20 years old this year."

The female comrade extended her hand enthusiastically, "Hello, Comrade Jiang Xian, my name is Song Dandan."

Jiang Xian almost spit out a mouthful of water.

No wonder she looked so familiar, it turned out to be Song Dandan, the Bai Yun, Liu Xing’s mother in “A Family With Children”.

Glancing at the 20-year-old Song Dandan standing in front of him, Jiang Xian shook hands with her awkwardly.

"Hello."

He now suspects that the universe is just a huge Cai Ming.

Song Dandan looks very fashionable at this moment, and has nothing to do with the word "unfashionable" at all. With such a look, she is confident enough to say that Yang Zi is not good-looking.

After a simple greeting to Song Dandan, the little girl skipped away, as proud as a runaway princess.

"Have you met her father?" Xia Chun asked.

"Her father."

"Comrade Song Fan from the Beijing Federation of Literary and Art Circles was transferred there this year."

After Xia Chun reminded him, Jiang Xian remembered and ate a big melon.

"Her father is Comrade Song Fan?!"

Why was he so surprised? Because he actually knew Comrade Song Fan, a children's writer.

Now he is the party secretary of the Beijing Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Beijing Writers Association. Jiang Xian always calls him "leader" whenever he sees him.

Xia Chun and Jiang Xian had a brief conversation and reached a preliminary consensus on the idea of ​​bringing "The World's Number One Restaurant" to the stage of the People's Art Theatre.

However, you certainly can’t get on the stage of the People’s Art Theatre just by saying a few words.

If it wants to be performed on the stage of the People's Art Theatre, "The World's Number One Restaurant" still needs to pass the review of the Beijing People's Art Theatre Art Committee before the project can be officially approved.

Xia Chun took Jiang Xian to find Mr. Yi Shizhi, the first vice president of Beijing People's Art Theatre.

He is the pillar of Beijing People's Art Theatre. Now, all the affairs of Beijing People's Art Theatre, big or small, are basically handled by this vice president.

"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk." Yi Shizhi was not arrogant and looked like a very easy-going old man.

Xia Chun took a sip of water and said, "Old Yu, 'The World's No. 1 Restaurant' is definitely one of the best scripts I have seen in recent years. How many years has it been since our Beijing People's Art Theatre produced an outstanding Beijing-style play?"

Yi Shizhi had already read the script of "The World's Number One Restaurant" and was not unfamiliar with the content. He asked Jiang Xian about the reason why he created "The World's Number One Restaurant".

"Ever since I read Teahouse, I have always wanted to write something with this flavor. When I first started writing it, I was a little hesitant and lacked confidence."

Jiang Xian said, "Some time ago, my family went to Quanjude for dinner several times. When I talked with several colleagues, I heard some stories about Quanjude and got a preliminary understanding of their history. After I went back, the outline of this script took shape in my mind.

In addition, a foreign media report some time ago called the roast duck chef of Quanjude an artist, so I immediately had the urge to create, and I couldn’t stop writing this article. ”

Yi Shizhi graduated from the French major of the Department of Spanish Languages ​​of Yan University, and Xia Chun also graduated from Yan University, so naturally they both knew what artist meant.

"artist?"

Yi Shizhi felt surprised because he had never heard anyone call a roast duck chef an artist.

What is even more surprising is Jiang Xian’s talent. He is so observant and started from such small details in life, and finally wrote such a classic script.

This also made him see some of the shadow of Cao Yu's original work "Thunderstorm".

Before this, he had learned from Ying Ruocheng that Jiang Xian was now the dean's student.

Yi Shizhi looked at Jiang Xian with great energy.

The dean has a successor!
The three of them briefly discussed and decided that the script of "The World's Number One Restaurant" would be handed over to the Beijing People's Art Theatre first, and the theatre would pay Jiang Xian royalties according to the normal script royalties.

Jiang Xian felt relieved.

Previously, "The World's Number One Restaurant" had earned more than 400 yuan in royalties from "Script", and now he has earned more than 400 yuan from Beijing People's Art Theater, which adds up to an income of nearly 1,000 yuan.

Of course, compared to money, he cares more about the honor of having the script performed by Beijing People's Art Theatre.

For playwrights, the status of Beijing People's Art Theatre is like that of People's Literature. Both are the highest temples in their fields, even better than People's Literature.

The dream of many playwrights is that their plays will one day be performed on the stage of Beijing People's Art Theatre. Jiang Xian never expected that his first script would come true.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, there is one more thing." Yi Shizhi also had the idea of ​​letting Jiang Xian take on a screenwriter position at the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

"Please consider this."

"I'll think about it again."

Jiang Xian felt that he had too many titles at the moment, so he did not agree immediately.

Yi Shizhi became depressed. For anyone, it is an honor to be a screenwriter for Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Take Yingda for example, he dreamed of becoming a screenwriter for Beijing People's Art Theatre one day. But Jiang Xian rejected his dream so easily.

When Yingda heard this from Ying Ruocheng, he felt disappointed again.

He thoroughly understood what genius and mediocrity are, and what it means to die of drought or flood.

Yi Shizhi gave Jiang Xian some tickets for performances by Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Zhu Lin was very interested in the dialogue drama and yearned for it. Zhu Hong also wanted to watch it, but unfortunately she had an exam soon. Jiang Xian promised her that he would take her to watch it as an encouragement to her after the exam.

Zhu Hong excitedly issued a military order.

"At least get into Yanda University!"

On the other hand, an article by "Xu Fei" titled "On "Copper Coin Street"" caused a sensation in the city.

During this period, Jiang Xian took the initiative to respond to the call of the Beijing Writers Association and went to the south.

His fellow travelers included writers he was familiar with, such as Wang Meng and Xu Huaizhong, as well as big names such as Feng Mu and Guang Weiran.

Feng Mu, Guang Weiran and others praised Jiang Xian's positive attitude.

To Jiang Xian's surprise, he met an acquaintance in the south - Feng Jicai.

Because of him, a funny thing happened.

Feng Jicai likes to wander around alone, so Feng Mu warned him:
"You are so tall, you are a very conspicuous target. Be careful that the bullet will hit your head."

Feng Mu was not joking when he said this.

He was speaking very seriously.

He cherishes every writer and is always worried about losing every precious writer seedling due to various accidents.

After staying in the south for a few days, Jiang Xian returned to the capital.

Seeing that their son was safe and sound, Jiang Guoqing and Rao Yuemei, who had been worried for many days, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Lin felt heartbroken.

"I couldn't sleep well the past few days you were gone."

"I'm fine." Jiang Xian comforted.

There are many insects and mosquitoes in the south. The red spots on his body from the bites had not yet disappeared, and he was covered in "Narcissus Brand" wind oil. At the same time, he was called to attend a literary creation seminar held by the Beijing Writers Association.

Zhang Shouren, the famous editor of October, sat next to him and the two exchanged a few words.

Zhang Shouren suddenly asked: "Comrade Jiang Xian, have you written anything recently?"

Zhang Shouren was nearly fifty years old and had sparse hair. Later, among the "Four Famous Editors" compiled by gossipers, Zhang Shouren occupied a seat as a famous editor.

He single-handedly discovered the writer Tie Ning.

At that time, Tie Ning was still an unknown little-known writer.

"I have a novel here."

"What's it about?"

"The war in the south." Jiang Xian said.

Although he had some old grudges with Teacher Liu, he was not disgusted with other people in October. After all, October was not named Liu, and the magazine was not opened by him, Liu.

There were many people in the cultural circle who attacked Guo Jiangxian, and many of them were in the most complex and intense form within the Literary Gazette. To make such a clear distinction, could it be that he would never appear in the Literary Gazette?
"October" is definitely an excellent miscellaneous magazine and one of the most influential publications in the country. It is as famous as "Harvest", "Contemporary" and "Huacheng", and is known as the "Four Famous Dan".

Among the "Four Famous Editors", two seats are from "October", which shows the high status of this literary magazine.

"The war in the South?"

Zhang Shouren became interested, "Can you tell me about it?"

"Teacher Zhang, do you want to ask me for this article?" Jiang Xian asked him back.

"Of course I'll make an appointment if there's a chance." Zhang Shouren said with a smile.

"Then let me be clear. This article of mine contains a lot of dark aspects of the military. I can't guarantee that it can be published. If October has the courage to publish it, I don't mind giving it to them."

Zhang Shouren did not respond directly, but instead avoided the topic and said:

“I really like reading the world’s outstanding military literature, such as War and Peace and Quiet Flows the Don, which are quite exciting.

But unfortunately, our own military literature never dares to touch the dark side. "

Jiang Xian listened to him quietly.

Zhang Shouren paused and said, "The explosion of the nucleus is caused by the contradiction within the nucleus, not by the contradiction with other things.

Feel free to write about contradictions. "

After hearing what he said, Jiang Xian instantly had a better impression of Zhang Shouren.

He had never published any work in October, and at this moment, he didn't mind showing Zhang Shouren his unfinished novel.

This novel has only more than 30,000 words.

Zhang Shouren took the manuscript from him and read it at his home overnight.

He called Jiang Xian that night.

"Jiang Xian, your novel is very well written!

The conception is excellent, majestic and tragic, but it has some artistic roughness.

You don't understand the different usages of '的' and '得', and many writers have this problem."

While Zhang Shouren gave Jiang Xian his affirmation, he also gave him many valuable suggestions.

This is exactly what Jiang Xian's novel lacks.

He was very careful when writing it. He did not simply copy the novel. It can be said that he completely reshaped the article.

The next day, the Writers Association organized a group of writers to interview in the suburbs of Beijing, and Jiang Xian was among the group.

As soon as he got on the car, Zhang Shouren handed him a note.

Looking down, I saw the grammatical rules of "的" and "得" neatly written on it.

"Teacher Zhang, thank you for your concern." Jiang Xian said with a smile.

"It's okay. You must pay more attention to the grammar issues." Zhang Shouren said as he took out the manuscript from his bag and returned it to Jiang Xian.

He had a tired look in his eyes just now, but now, he became energetic when he saw Jiang Xian.

"Your article is really good. Give it to us in October and we will publish it on the headlines."

Jiang Xian smiled and reminded: "Teacher Zhang, I haven't finished writing yet."

"Then give it to me when you finish writing it."

Zhang Shouren's wife, Ms. Chen Luo, was also in the car. Seeing the two chatting so enthusiastically, she couldn't help but share it with Jiang Xian.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, you have no idea how excited our Lao Zhang was when he saw your manuscript yesterday.

It was not enough for me to applaud myself. I had already fallen asleep, but he woke me up and read it to me again. "

Jiang Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at Zhang Shouren helplessly.

"Teacher Zhang, you are causing me to offend Ms. Chen Luo."

Zhang Shouren scratched his head in embarrassment.

Chen Luo waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I wish Lao Zhang would wake me up every day.

It would be a good thing if we could come across good works every day.”

(End of this chapter)