1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 275: Thousands of Troops Read "Wreath" Together

Kong Luosun told Jiang Xian that they had been doing the preparation work for Wanshou Temple for a long time.

Wanshou Temple was under the management of the army after liberation, and now the General Political Department's song and dance troupe is stationed there.

Several members of the Preparatory Committee and Comrade Hu Qiaomu went back and forth between the army and the city to negotiate the location of Wanshou Temple.

But things are very difficult.

It’s easy in the city, but it’s very difficult in the army.

Housing is so tight these days that no company would agree to give up its office space to others easily.

Take No. 15 Hufang Road for example. It was a piece of land that was fought over by CCTV and the China Writers Association.

Originally, the land was allocated to Poetry Magazine by the teacher, but now Poetry Magazine can only stay in the Xiaoguan Greening Team outside Andingmen.

Against this background, the matter of Wanshou Temple was obviously not that easy to handle.

After the discussion, everyone went to Jinyang Hotel to have lunch together.

Shanxi cuisine is not very good, but Jinyang Restaurant is a well-known restaurant in Beijing.

"Mr. Lao She used to come to Jinyang Hotel for dinner."

Kong Luosun recalled, "He loved to come and admire the wisteria and even left a seven-character poem."

No one knew about this past event, and Jiang Xian was even less aware of it, so he listened with great interest.

"Comrade Luo Sun, what is the seven-character quatrain? Do you still remember it?" Zhang Xi asked with interest.

Kong Luosun thought for a moment and chanted: "The first two lines are: Camel humps and bear paws are not worthy of praise, cat ears and fish are solid and beautiful."

Zhang Xi smiled and said, "It's about the specialty cat ears of Jinyang Hotel. What about the last two sentences?"

"The last two lines are: The fragrance of spring is everywhere, and there are ten feet of wisteria in front of the courtyard. It means that he opened the flower window and saw the wisteria flowers in the courtyard with shade pouring down."

Mr. Kong Luosun and Lao She had a close friendship, and he couldn't help but cover his face as he reminisced about the past.

"I can only remember the general idea, and maybe I got a few words wrong. I don't have many years left. Tell me, if there is no literary museum, who will remember this poem in the future? Who will know it?"

Zhang Xi patted Kong Luosun on the shoulder and said, "We are already doing this. Let's eat, let's eat."

After this scene, everyone became more determined to build a literary museum.

The waiter served the dishes quickly, starting with the Jinyang Hotel's signature dish, crispy duck.

Golden color and crispy skin.

Zhang Xi was a gourmet. He put the duck in the lotus leaf pancake, dipped it in the sauce and stuffed it in.

While filling the bowl, he introduced it to everyone, "This dish was originally a famous Shanxi dish, braised duck in a braised oven, but it is not suitable for the local climate in Beijing, because there are roast ducks everywhere in Beijing.

This forced a group of chefs to research every day, and finally changed it to this high-temperature steamed and fried crispy duck, which really has a unique flavor. "

Jiang Xian picked up a piece and tasted it. It turned out that the skin was crispy and the meat was tender and fragrant. He was itching to go home and try making it himself.

The waiter then served fried pork, shredded pork with warm rice noodles, and Taiyuan braised lamb.
They all have the characteristics of Shanxi cuisine, with a salty and fresh taste with a hint of aged vinegar.

Finally, a bowl of "cat ears" was served.

In fact, it is just dough, named after its shape like cat ears. The Jiangxian is covered with toppings and tastes small, exquisite, smooth and delicious.

After the meal, no new location was discussed. Everyone still felt that they should try to get the Wanshou Temple land.

The matter has come to an end, and Jiang Xian, a young man, doesn't need to worry too much about the affairs of the Literature Museum.

In the following days, he stayed at home alone, devoting himself to copying the new novel.

".Xiao Jinbao did not die in Shanghai. She died on that small isolated island.

She stuck the knife into her stomach.

I was just outside the door, and she locked me out. After a while, blood began to overflow from the gap under the threshold.

I covered the door sill with my hands to cover the blood, and shouted to her: Sister, please don’t bleed, sister, please don’t bleed.

She would not obey me, and her blood would not obey me.

Her blood was as young as her age and as willful as her temperament. It flowed out naturally, brilliantly bright and red.

The blood started out boiling hot, almost burning my hands, surging with heat in the late summer, then it spread larger and larger, became stickier and stickier, and slowly cooled down.

I called the master with my bloody hands.

The master understood it at a glance. He seemed very unhappy and muttered: I can stop people from living, but I can't stop people from dying."

Jiang Xian put down his pen and rubbed his wrist.

This was exactly the novel he had successfully synthesized before.

At this moment, the synthetic sequence of this novel is still preserved in his mind:

“[Gang] + [Dancer] = Novella "Shanghai Past"”

“Introduction: The social outlook and touching customs of the Republic of China.

The country boy Tang Shuisheng came to Shanghai and was arranged to serve the popular dancer Xiao Jinbao.

Xiao Jinbao is Mr. Tang's mistress. After a gang feud, Xiao Jinbao, Shuisheng and Mr. Tang hide together on an isolated island, where a tense struggle between humanity inside and outside quietly unfolds.

In the end, out of despair over both love and humanity, Xiao Jinbao chose to commit suicide. "

"Shanghai Past" was written by Bi Feiyu.

Bi Feiyu is one of Jiang Xian’s favorite writers. His representative work includes the novel "Tuina", which won the Mao Dun Literature Prize.

He has many representative works, and his writing is particularly famous for its delicate style. Reading his works is simply a pleasure.

In addition, he is very good at writing about women and is known as the Chinese Zweig.

This article "Shanghai Past" tells the story of a dancer named Xiao Jinbao.

This story is also from Zhang Yimou's movie "Raise the Red Lantern".

It's the one starring Gong Li that won the Cannes Film Festival.

After the performance, Gong Li broke up with Zhang Yimou.

One thing needs to be clarified, Zhang Yimou's film is not adapted from Bi Feiyu's "Shanghai Past", but from "School Rules" by Ba Jin's son Li Xiaotang.

The reason why the contents of the novel and the movie are the same is because Bi Feiyu was the screenwriter who adapted the novel into a movie, but he was not familiar with writing scripts, so he ended up writing the movie in the style of a novel, which is "Shanghai Past".

Jiang Xian closed the manuscript and glanced at the first page and the first line, which had "Rock, Rock to Grandma's Bridge" neatly filled in.

The name "Rock and Roll, Rock to Grandma's Bridge" is more favored by Jiang Xian, while the name "Shanghai Past" is a bit mediocre.

So at the beginning of the novel, he changed the title of the novel.

As for the content of the novel, it is written in a tone of reminiscence, telling the story of that bloody world and that thrilling time in the form of an elderly aquatic memoir.

It is worth mentioning that because this novel is in the form of a memory, the author directly explains the ending of each character at the beginning of the story, which is an extremely rare treatment in the novel structure.

One day, while he was writing, Kong Luosun came to his door.

"Comrade Kong Luosun? Why are you here?"

Jiang Xian invited him into the house and poured him a cup of tea.

Kong Luosun glanced at the layout of his room. Jiang Xian was afraid that he would say something about "the year of great disaster", so he took the initiative to find a topic:

"How is the situation at Wanshou Temple going?"

"That's what I came for."

Kong Luosun retracted his gaze, took a sip of water, and told Jiang Xian about the recent contact with the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe at Wanshou Temple. The Preparatory Committee was almost talking so much that Kong Luosun's legs were almost broken. Although he had a car, he was old and in poor health, and he was running around every day for the affairs of Wanshou Temple.

However, the troops were very tough and refused to give up their station.

In desperation, Comrade Feng Wenbin had to propose that the city allocate a house as a transitional unit.

They set their sights on the International Club in Dongjiaominxiang. Although it was a bit small, at least it was a place to stay.

Kong Luosun was just about to go through the formalities when he met a comrade from above. After hearing about his experience, the comrade gave him an idea in a Shaanxi accent.

"Of course it's useless if you say so. Just ask Jiang Xian, a member of your committee, to tell them and the matter will be settled."

Jiang Xian was stunned, not because of the comrade's suggestion, but because of the comrade's name.

"Who did you say?"

"It's x"

"I know, I know!"

Jiang Xian was shocked.

After calming down, he asked curiously:

"Why let me go?"

"He didn't explain it to me clearly either." Kong Luosun was not too confused at this moment.

In his opinion, the only possibility was the novel "The Garland under the Mountain".

"The Garland under the Mountain" is a highly prestigious military novel and is loved by readers.

Kong Luosun speculated that the army might give Jiang Xian some face because of this novel.

Hearing him say this, Jiang Xian had no choice but to agree.

The organization provided Kong Luosun with a car. Jiang Xian got in his car and went to Wanshou Temple with Kong Luosun.

To be precise, it is the west courtyard of Wanshou Temple. The west courtyard is a temporary palace located in Haidian, south of the Summer Palace. It used to be the place where Cixi stayed. When she was tired of visiting the Summer Palace, she would rest here and drink tea.

The car arrived quickly under the driver's control.

Looking around, you can see a garden-style multi-courtyard complex. The houses are basically brick and wood structures. There are still traces of a fire in the courtyard. Looking around, the broken walls, dead trees and weeds are shocking.

After getting off the car, Kong Luosun led Jiang Xian to a row of bungalows. The guard standing outside was already quite familiar with him.

"Why are you here again? Our chief doesn't want to see you."

"Young comrade, could you please inform me again?" Kong Luosun said politely.

Although the guard complained, he still went in to report it. After a while he came out and waved for them to come in.

After expressing his gratitude, Kong Luosun led Jiang Xian into the house.

Comrade Qi Boyi, a tall and well-dressed military officer, said to Kong Luosun when he saw him: "Comrade, wasn't what I said last time clear enough?"

"Comrade Chief, I have listened to your words, but other comrades in our preparatory committee still have different opinions." Kong Luosun said with a smile.

"Other comrades?"

Qi Boyi glanced at Jiang Xian and asked, "You are..."

“No introduction yet.”

Kong Luosun said with a smile, "This is the author of The Wreath under the Mountain, Comrade Jiang Xian."

"Hello, Comrade Chief."

Jiang Xian extended his hand.

Qi Boyi in front of him was stunned for a few seconds, "Are you Jiang Xian?"

".yes."

"The Jiang Xian who wrote "The Garland Under the Mountain"?"

"it's me."

"It's you!" Qi Boyi's face showed a strong look of surprise, and his heavy hands tightly grasped Jiang Xian.

"Xiao Zhang, come and make this comrade a cup of tea. Let's use the Maojian tea that was distributed during the festival."

"Thank you, chief."

Jiang Xian was flattered and glanced at Kong Luosun secretly.

Kong Luosun was also stunned.

He had previously guessed that his comrades in the army might give some face to the author Jiang Xian because of the novel "The Wreath under the Mountain".

But this face is also given.
It’s too big!
Qi Boyi asked Jiang Xian to sit down. The guard added tea leaves. Qi Boyi personally picked up the thermos and poured a cup of tea for Jiang Xian. The look he gave him was more affectionate than that of his own son.

"Come, have some tea."

"Thank you, chief."

Jiang Xian took a sip nervously.

Qi Boyi stood beside him, his eyes full of admiration: "Comrade Jiang Xian, your novel is well written! It's really well written!"

As if he felt that what he said was too general, he added another sentence.

"'The Garland at the Foot of the Mountain', your writing is so real, so true, and so heartfelt!"

"You are too kind." Jiang Xian said modestly, "I didn't expect that you, the chief, have also read my novel."

"Of course I have read it." Qi Boyi laughed, "It seems you don't know this yet."

"do not know?"

Jiang Xian was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

"Wait, I'll show you something."

Qi Boyi opened the drawer and took out a small booklet with a black cover and six white characters printed on it:

——A wreath at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Xian took a look and found that it was the single volume of "The Wreath under the Mountain" published by the Warrior Publishing House, which was only distributed within the army.

He took a quick look and found that it included the novel "The Garland under the Mountain", his creative article "Postscript to 'The Garland under the Mountain'", and commentary articles by Comrade Feng Mu and Comrade Liu Baiyu.

In addition, there is a notice:

——"Notice on organizing troops to read the novel 'The Wreath under the Mountain'"

The notice clearly stated:
Read it all!

"After the publication of Comrade Jiang Xian's novella "The Wreath under the Mountain", it caused a strong response inside and outside the military.

By depicting military life, this work successfully portrays the image of new people emerging in our army in the new era. It is an excellent military-themed literary work and a vivid teaching material for educating the troops on patriotism, revolutionary heroism and communism.

I hope that all units will earnestly organize the cadres and soldiers of the army to read and comment on this work, so as to better play the educational role of this work, further enhance the patriotism and communist consciousness of the majority of cadres and soldiers, and serve to promote the construction of a modern and regular revolutionary army.

Qi Boyi smiled and explained to Kong Luo and him:
“A few days ago, the General Political Department just issued a notice for the entire army to read The Wreath.

Now, I'm not the only one who read your novel.

The entire army, from generals to soldiers, from the front line to the rear.

They are all reading your novel! "

(End of this chapter)