1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 276 Literature does not need blood to whitewash
What happens in the army is too far away from ordinary people's lives and too mysterious.

After Qi Boyi's explanation, Jiang Xian and Kong Luosun realized that there was a wave of reading craze for "The Garland under the Mountain" in the army, one higher and stronger than the other.

Kong Luosun then figured out why that person gave mysterious instructions so that Commissioner Jiang Xian could contact the troops more smoothly.

Because of his sensitive identity, it is not convenient to reveal too much.

Now I know the truth, Jiang Xian is a popular writer in the army.

From Comrade Qi Boyi's attitude towards him just now, it can be seen that Jiang Xian's status in the eyes of his comrades in the army is definitely extraordinary.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, the novel "The Wreath" is well written, but many of us comrades have disputes about the character of Zhao Mengsheng."

Qi Boyi smoked and talked to Jiang Xian, "There are two main controversies. Let me talk about the first one first. The protagonist, Zhao Mengsheng, was a young man who was exhausted from training and had his chain broken. On the battlefield, he was able to kill the enemy and gain merit with his passion? Shouldn't he be a sacrifice?"

Jiang Xian thought about it and said with a smile, "As the protagonist, Zhao Mengsheng does have some artistic coincidences.

Secondly, war is so unreasonable that even an elite soldier like Liang Sanxi can be killed by a stray bullet, while some rookies and greenhorns may survive by chance.

Comrade Commander, you should understand this more deeply than I do."

Qi Boyi was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "You are right, bullets are never reasonable. Which veteran who survived would brag about how great he is? They all say they are lucky."

"Yes, besides, the character of Zhao Mengsheng is always in a relatively safe position under the protection of the two veterans.

In the novel, just a few minutes after Liang Sanxi's death, Zhao Mengsheng was seriously injured while bombing a fire point. It can be seen that this rookie cannot do without the protection of Big Cat Brother. "

Qi Boyi smiled in relief and continued, "Let me talk about the second controversy. Zhao Mengsheng was completely transformed because of the scolding from Thunder God. Isn't this transformation too abrupt?"

Jiang Xian did not answer directly, but talked about another matter.

"I went south with the Writers Association at the time and interviewed people on the front line, and a soldier from the 'sharp knife company' revealed this to me.

A cadre from the regiment received a transfer order before the war. Although it did not specify where he would be transferred to at first, everyone thought that this person would be transferred to a place far away from the battlefield.

The matter escalated quickly and the whole camp knew about it in no time.

At that time, the soldiers of the entire battalion were very angry. The soldiers of the sharp knife company questioned: "The motherland is ours and his. We all have a role in defending the country. Why should he stay out of it?"

Later, the relevant departments intervened in the matter and the cadre was transferred to the front line.

He did change his frivolous and impulsive personality and became a mature warrior.

After I heard about this incident, I wanted to write about this person’s deeds. This is the prototype of Zhao Mengsheng in “The Wreath”.

Qi Boyi listened very carefully.

He was quite familiar with "The Garland under the Mountain" and could tell that Jiang Xian revealed to him a story that he had never mentioned in his creative talks.

"So, Zhao Mengsheng's transformation is real and credible."

Jiang Xian continued, "Because Zhao Mengsheng is a character based entirely on a real person's deeds, there shouldn't be any controversy."

"So that's it."

Qi Boyi suddenly realized and sighed, "Every character in the novel is well-researched. It can be seen that Comrade Jiang Xian, you have been very attentive in your interviews on the front line."

"Comrade Chief is right."

Kong Luosun agrees with his words, "This is exactly what makes the novel "The Wreath" so valuable. Not only does the novel have strong dramatic conflicts, but its authenticity is also enough to move all readers."

After chatting about "The Garland under the Mountain" for a while, Qi Boyi insisted on inviting Jiang Xian to stay for dinner.

When they arrived at the dining area, Kong Luosun looked at the dishes on the table and found that they were definitely not of ordinary hospitality standard.

He pulled a receptionist next to him and asked, "Comrade, is there something wrong? There are only a few of us. Is the feast too sumptuous?"

"That's right. The commander has given us special instructions and ordered us to follow the highest standards. This is the highest standard of reception."

Kong Luosun secretly smacked his lips.

Today he was able to benefit from Jiang Xian's help.

Of course Qi Boyi was not the only one sitting at the table. Several officers from the army also sat down together.

Qi Boyi introduced the deputy regiment commander to Jiang Xian, "This is Comrade Nie Jiangfeng. His son died on the battlefield in the south and won the first-class merit."

When Jiang Xian heard this, he suddenly showed respect. He stood up straight and shook hands with Nie Jiangfeng with a solemn face.

"Comrade, I'm sorry."

Nie Jiangfeng held him tightly, "Comrade Jiang Xian, your book 'The Wreath' is really well written. I still remember what Mother Liang said when Lord Lei entertained her."

Jiang Xian certainly knew what Nie Jiangfeng said.

It was after the war. Liang Sanxi's mother came to the regiment and heard the story of Lord Lei and Little Yanjing at the farewell banquet. She immediately burst into tears:
"Commander, I want to speak from my heart.

You are a military commander, and you sent your own child to the front line where he died.

Even if I only saw this one, I finally saw it.

Good, good, good for you all, China will prosper. "

Nie Jiangfeng's eyes turned red as he spoke, "I am a soldier, and I am also a father. I have never been able to get over the pain of losing my child, and I also feel some resentment in my heart.

But when I saw this passage, I felt it was worth it.

In China, there are tens of thousands of families who send their children to the battlefield. Other people’s children are also born and raised by their parents. If my children join the army, can’t they shed blood and sacrifice their lives?
Isn't that the truth!
There is no word like "hero" in our dictionary! "

Nie Jiangfeng looked like a typical soldier and was not very good at speaking, but when he said these words, his true feelings were revealed and every word came from his heart, and all his comrades at the table were moved.

Jiang Xian could tell that Nie Jiangfeng used a lot of Thunder God's original words in this speech.

This shows how deep his impression of the novel "The Wreath" was and how great an influence the novel "The Wreath" had on him.

The banquet started soon, and Jiang Xian was obviously the focus of attention.

Qi Boyi asked him to say a few words first.

Jiang Xian couldn't refuse, so he had to stand up with the wine glass.

"Today, Jiang took advantage of the soldiers and was treated to a meal like this by his comrades in the army.

The novel "The Wreath" could not have been written without the bravery and determination of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang.

I will dedicate this first glass of wine to the martyrs of southern Xinjiang."

He poured the wine in the glass onto the ground.

Qi Boyi's gaze towards Jiang Xian changed, and a bit of respect appeared in his original admiration.

"Cheers to the warriors!"

He followed his example and poured the wine onto the ground in a heroic manner, and the others followed suit.

After three rounds of drinks, Kong Luosun finally mentioned the matter of the Literary Museum.

Qi Boyi did not answer him but looked at Jiang Xian.

"What does Comrade Jiang Xian think?"

Jiang Xian paused and put down his wine glass. "Comrade Chief, building a literature museum is of great significance to Chinese literature. Literary works always lose their color with the times, just like my "The Wreath under the Mountain". Some people read it today, but will anyone read it in the future? Many years later, many people may not even remember the war in the novel.

But it would be different if there was a literature museum. Future generations would always be able to read my novel. Perhaps because of this novel, they would understand the war and recall the sacrifices of the martyrs. The spirit of the martyrs would be passed down from generation to generation. "Qi Boyi listened to his words quietly and took a puff of cigarette: "My thoughts were indeed narrow before.

I can approve this.”

When Kong Luosun saw that Qi Boyi finally agreed, he looked at Jiang Xian with excitement.

This kid has really done a great job!

"However." Qi Boyi spoke again.

Kong Luosun was excited, but Qi Boyi poured cold water on him again, "Don't be too happy too soon. I have one more condition, and Comrade Jiang Xian must agree to it."

"Commander, please speak."

"Comrade Jiang Xian, you wrote very well about Comrade Jin Kailai in the novel The Wreath. He is a troublemaker, rude, and loves to write reports and make suggestions, but he is brave in battle and loyal to his comrades.

How can such a character not be awarded first-class merit just for cutting sugar cane?"

Qi Boyi stated his conditions.

He hoped that Jiang Xian could give Jin Kailai this first-class merit.

Jiang Xian was again at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He didn't expect that Qi Boyi would also propose the idea of ​​changing Jin Kailai's ending, just like the female worker in the printing factory.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, Jin Kailai was willing to be in the most dangerous position. He led the sharp knife platoon to clear the way for the entire company, blew up two enemy bunkers, and held the nameless high ground to eliminate the enemy."

Qi Boyi's tone was pleading, "He has made great achievements in battle, how can he not have a proper and happy ending? I think this level of modification will not affect the shocking power of the novel.

I ask you to give Jin Kailai a first-class merit honor. I believe this will not affect the content of the novel.

Comrade Jin Kailai has already sacrificed his life, so let his widow find some solace in her heart-wrenching grief."

"Yeah! This is so unfair to Jin Kailai!"

"Just change it."

Several other people at the table also spoke up.

Jiang Xian did not respond immediately.

After the meal, he left the army in Kong Luosun's car.

Kong Luosun did not persuade Jiang Xian to change the ending of Jin Kailai, but just talked to him about the office environment in Dongjiaomin Lane.

He also knew that asking a writer to revise their completed work was considered a blasphemy to literature by many writers.

When he got home, Jiang Xian was still drunk. He took off his coat and went to the kitchen to wash his face with a basin of water.

Then I sat at the desk, looking out the window at the glittering autumn scenery on Hufang Road, with golden fallen leaves covering the entire street.

The autumn wind blows gently, and the fallen leaves flutter.

"Yes."

"The sacrifices of the martyrs are already sad enough for their families, why do they need to be hurt again in the novel?"

Jiang Xian sat alone and reflected on himself.

He felt that Li Cunbao was too eager to incorporate the style of scar literature into the ending of Jin Kailai.

The author was so focused on emphasizing the scars of the army through the character of Jin Kailai that he neglected things outside of literature.

The bodies of the martyrs are still warm, so how can we use their blood to embellish literature?

Jiang Xian took out the original manuscript of "The Garland under the Mountain" and found the section in Chapter 10 that described Jin Kailai's ending after the war.

I read it several times first.

“How can we give Jin Kailai a good ending without reducing the literary quality?”

Jiang Xian fell into deep thought.

For a literary work, it must have the literary quality that makes readers close the book and ponder.

Therefore, it is not easy to change Jin Kailai's part.

Jiang Xian pondered for a long time. At dusk, he picked up his pen and began to write.

The previous plot was not modified, only an additional paragraph was added afterwards.

The next day, Qi Boyi heard from the guard that Jiang Xian had come again and was waiting in the office.

He walked in quickly and saw Jiang Xian sitting inside with a sleepy look on his face, drinking from a teacup. His haggard appearance scared Qi Boyi.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, are you sick? Why do you look like that?"

"Comrade Commander, I'm fine. I just stayed up late to revise the manuscript of 'The Wreath'. Please take a look."

"This, this is not urgent in a day or two."

Qi Boyi really didn't expect this. He took the manuscript from Jiang Xian and saw the other party's pale and tired look. He couldn't help feeling a little self-blame.

He was not a foolish man. He had been persuaded by Jiang Xian and Kong Luosun yesterday and had originally planned to agree.

I just thought of Jin Kailai's matter and wanted to make one more request to Jiang Xian.

I didn't expect that he actually listened to it.

Why does he have to make things difficult for such a good writer?
If anything happens to him, it will be a loss for the people!

"Writer Jiang, have another cup of hot tea and take a rest."

"No, I'll go back first."

Qi Boyi saw him off and sent a car to take Jiang Xian home. Then he took the manuscript from him and started reading.

There was no change in the previous part, so he went straight to the paragraph describing Jin Kailai's ending.

".
The relatives of the martyrs are well aware that their loved ones sacrificed their lives for the country. They all understand the greater good and no one has made any demands on us beyond the regulations. What they are most concerned about is how their loved ones sacrificed their lives.

I told the martyrs' families about their achievements one by one and presented them with the military medals awarded to them.

However, when I faced Jin Kailai's wife and the four-year-old boy, I was in a dilemma.

I told how the deputy company commander cleared the way for the entire company, how he blew up two enemy bunkers, and how he held on to the nameless heights and wiped out the enemy.
Of course, I omitted the fact that the deputy company commander took his men to deal with the sugarcane incident, and only said that the deputy company commander stepped on a landmine while looking for water in front of the position.

When Jin Kailai's widow raised her tearful eyes and looked at me, I was speechless to comfort this contract worker at the commune-run cottonseed oil factory.

All the relatives of martyrs have a military medal awarded to them (mostly third-class merit), but she doesn't have one.
I wiped my tears and held my first-class military medal to her with both hands: "Please accept it. This is the medal awarded by our ninth company to the first-class hero, Martyr Jin Kailai!"

This honest and simple female contract worker held the military medal to her chest with both hands and stared at it, then she kept it carefully, and left the company quietly with the four-year-old boy.

Thank God, she didn't know that the company had no right to decide who should be awarded merit (even if it was a third-class merit)!

I silently hope that the medal can bring her some comfort, and I also hope that the four-year-old child can be proud of the medal left to him by his parents after he understands the world! "

After this, Jiang Xian added another section.
(End of this chapter)