1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 278 Mysterious Brother-in-law

Jiang Xian went out and sent the manuscript of "Rock, Rock to Grandma's Bridge" to the "Harvest" magazine in Shanghai.

There are 500 words in total, and the manuscript paper with large green grid and 350 words published by Renwen Press is more than pages in total.

This is another long novel created by Jiang Xian after a long time.

He hasn't written a long novel for a long time. His last novel was "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", which he submitted to "People's Literature" last year.

When I got home, I saw someone waiting at the door.

"you are?"

"You are Comrade Jiang Xian, right?"

The man wearing glasses smiled at him and introduced himself: "I am an editor of the Literature and Art Department of the Central Broadcasting Station. My name is Qian Jiawen."

Jiang Xian shook hands with him. He probably guessed the other party's purpose, so he invited him in and poured him a cup of tea.

"You're here for 'The Garland Under the Mountain'?"

Qian Jiawen nodded and said, "Many of our colleagues in the station have watched your film, The Garland under the Mountain, and they all think it is 'another new starting point and peak in the past two years.'"

"You're too kind." Jiang Xian said modestly.

Qian Jiawen then said, "I came here this time to discuss two things with you.

The first thing is that the station has now decided to broadcast your novel. In the novel serial broadcast program, the broadcast of the novel "Li Zicheng" will be postponed for one week and "The Garland under the Mountain" will be broadcast instead.

The second thing is that we want to start adapting "The Wreath under the Mountain" into a radio drama, and strive to broadcast it by the end of this year or January next year, and broadcast it nationwide."

"Radio drama? Sure, I have no problem with that."

Jiang Xian certainly had no objection.

"The Garland under the Mountain" was made into a radio drama by China National Radio and broadcast nationwide, which is equivalent to the highest honor for any novel in the country.

"This novel can be given to you to adapt. I have only one request."

Jiang Xian said, "After the radio drama is finished, you need to let me listen to it first before you can broadcast it."

"That's for sure." Qian Jiawen agreed with a smile.

Jiang Xian had just seen Qian Jiawen off when he received a call from the Military Art Academy, saying that they had seen "The Garland under the Mountain" and decided to adapt it into a play, and would send someone to talk to him about it.

Jiang Xian said he had no objection to adapting the film into a drama.

"You can adapt it, but I won't participate in your adaptation."

"Without the original author's participation, we are constrained in our efforts to revise the book."

"Relax, just take care of it yourselves, I'll give you the power." Jiang Xian said.

He is more confident about the Military Art Academy.

After all, if they cause any trouble, the army will be the first to not let them off.

The other party was obviously unwilling to let Jiang Xian not get involved, and pestered him, "Comrade Jiang Xian, please at least discuss the structure of the adaptation with us."

"That's not necessary." Jiang Xian declined.

There are so many theater troupes that want to adapt "The Wreath" into a play now. If each one has to discuss with him, he will be very busy.

In addition to various adaptations and endless commentary articles, letters from readers were also sent to the editorial department of October in sacks.

Zhang Shouren read part of it and was most impressed by a long letter from a student at the Second Medical College in Beijing.

In his letter, he said that in the past he had never been interested in descriptions of military life, as he thought that descriptions of soldiers were all about swords and guns, full of gunpowder and lacking in humanity, and therefore could be ignored.

But this time, when he picked up "October", he finished reading some other works first. When he felt there was nothing else to read, he took a look at "The Garland under the Mountain".

But once I saw it, I couldn't let it go. I was completely conquered by the characters in the work.

He said this was the most tears he had cried while reading a novel in recent years!
He said that he used to be a cynical young man who saw through everything. After reading "The Garland under the Mountain", he felt that there were indeed heroes like Liang Sanxi and Commander Lei in life. Therefore, he believed that our country has hope and our nation is the greatest nation in the world.

Finally, he said that he would work hard for the people and relieve their pain in order to repay the blood of the martyrs.

Zhang Shouren showed this letter to many colleagues in the editorial department, which caused a burst of sighs.

Another editor read it and shared it with other editors.

"A teacher from a work-study school wrote to say that a student in their school, after watching The Garland under the Mountain, honestly confessed to stealing 730 yuan from someone.

He asked their parents to return the 730 yuan to the owner just like Liang Sanxi paid his debt and apologize to the person who was stolen.

“This is the power of literature!”

Zhang Shouren slapped the table excitedly, "The novel "The Wreath under the Mountain" really purified the people's hearts!"

As the editor-in-chief of "The Garland under the Mountain", he has also been surrounded by the media during this period.

Guangming X Newspaper and Wenhui Daily interviewed him one after another, and many literary and art units and newspapers asked him to introduce the author and abbreviate the story outline of "The Wreath under the Mountain".

There is also the "Literary and Art Situation" magazine organized by the China Writers Association, which asked him to talk about his experience in compiling manuscripts.

In addition, many institutions and schools invited him to participate in their readers' forums, and many military writers visited his home.

These military writers were very unhappy when they thought that Jiang Xian, an outsider, had written a masterpiece that would overwhelm a large number of military works. They found Zhang Shouren, discussed their ideas for the creation, and strongly requested him to cooperate with them.

Under such repeated sieges, Zhang Shouren was so busy every day that he forgot to eat and sleep.

He finally found some free time to deliver sacks of letters from readers to Jiang Xian.

Of course Jiang Xian couldn't finish reading all these letters.

But he treasured the letters written by his readers with all their heart, and he stored all the letters wrapped in sacks intact in the east courtyard of Jingshan.

The two entire rooms in the west wing of the courtyard were almost filled with letters from readers.

After Jiang Guoqing came back, he glanced at the pile of readers' letters in the room and was quite shocked. He said to Rao Yuemei, "I finally know what your son bought the yard in Cuihua Hutong for."

"What's it for?"

"It's for readers' letters!"

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Rao Yuemei was speechless.

Buying a yard just to store readers' letters?
Put it in someone else's house. This sounds like a joke, but put it in their house
Don’t tell me, it’s really possible!

Thinking of this, she hurriedly urged, "Dad, please quickly build the yard over in Cuihua Hutong for your son."

"What's wrong?"

"I think if the current situation continues, our yard will not be big enough for your son to live in. Sooner or later, it will be filled with these letters. By then, I am afraid that we will have to sleep on them."

"What nonsense are you talking about." Jiang Guoqing muttered.

Rao Yuemei patted him and said, "I'm telling you something, are you listening?"

"Oh, I got it."

In late autumn, the water flows gently beside the Weiming Lake, and the charm and lofty spirit of late autumn at YNU flows in the hearts of YNU students.

"Zhu Hong."

Zhu Hong heard the shouting, turned around and saw it was her roommate Yin Qiujin.

Her college entrance examination results were quite good, and she received an admission letter from Yenching University. She became a freshman of the class of 81 and studied in the Chinese Department of Yenching University.

Yin Qiujin came over quickly, "Zhu Hong, where have you been?"

"Buy fried dough cakes." Zhu Hong said with a smile.

"Did you buy it in the cafeteria of the third school?"

"No, Yan Chungu." Zhu Hong said.

"How do we get there?" Yin Qiujin asked in surprise.

A 2-liang oil cake is sold for 1.1 cents in the school cafeteria, and 1.2 cents in Yanchungu.

Zhu Hong smiled and explained that she always heard the boys in the Chinese Department say that when eating oil cakes, you must eat the 1.2 yuan one, just because Yan Chungu was a beautiful waitress selling oil cakes, she was so beautiful and charming. At that time, there was no such thing as selecting the school beauty, and the boys in the Chinese Department gave her a nickname, "Oil Cake Xishi".

"I went to see what this 'Oil-Cake Beauty' looked like, to see if she was really as pretty as those boys said."

"Is she beautiful?" Yin Qiujin asked.

Zhu Hong thought for a moment and said, "Not bad. I admit that she is prettier than me, but not as pretty as my sister."

Yin Qiujin smiled, "Since the beginning of the school year, I've heard you talk about your mysterious sister and your mysterious brother-in-law every day. When will we be able to meet them?"

Zhu Hong sighed, "Ah, they are both very busy people."

While chatting with Yin Qiujin, I returned to the dormitory and agreed that after washing up tomorrow, we would go to the May Fourth Playground to run for a quarter of an hour and then practice volleyball for a quarter of an hour.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhu Hong handed the fried dough sticks she bought to her roommate.

"I bought it back for you."

"Thank you, Zhu Hong."

Zhu Hong has pretty good interpersonal relationships.

She is diligent in her work and will take on chores such as fetching water, mopping the floor, buying breakfast, and buying movie tickets whenever she gets the chance.

The idea of ​​"serving the people" must first be implemented in serving our classmates!

"Hurry up and read People's X."

Yin Qiujin handed over a newspaper and said, "In a few days, The World's No. 1 Restaurant will be officially performed!"

"What is 'The World's Number One Restaurant'?" asked my southern roommate.

"You don't even know this?"

Yin Qiujin excitedly shared, "This is a play written by the writer Jiang Xian. It was first performed on the campus of our Yanda University. After the performance, students from Qinghua University came to our school to watch it. Later, it was immediately spotted by the Beijing People's Art Theater and a group was set up to rehearse it."

Yin Qiujin talked incessantly.

"Beijing People's Art Theatre?" Some female classmates from other places were not familiar with these institutions in Beijing. "What are those?"

"You know Thunderstorm, right?"

"Of course I know, Mr. Cao Yu's play."

"Mr. Cao Yu is the president of Beijing People's Art Theatre, and Thunderstorm is the most famous work of Beijing People's Art Theatre."

"I see."

After explaining, Yin Qiujin held the newspaper in her hand and couldn't help fantasizing: "It would be great if I could watch the Beijing People's Art Theatre rehearse "The World's No. 1 Restaurant"."

“Can I get a ticket?”

“It’s not that easy to buy.”

Several girls were chattering about it, and Zhu Hong’s gene of “serving classmates” was activated again as she listened.

"How about I go get a few tickets and try?"

"Can you get tickets?"

Several people in the same dormitory looked at her.

Zhu Hong smiled shyly.

"let me try."

A few days later, after the second class in the morning, the chef of Yanda canteen rode a large cart to deliver buns to the doors of each classroom building.

Regardless of their status as Yan University students, male and female students rushed over like hungry wolves and surrounded the bun cart to grab the food.

The master spoke with the accent of Yanqing and Shunyi, shouting:

"One or two tickets, take one. One or two tickets, take one!"

But there are always people who stuff one or two tickets but catch two or three.

When Jiang Xian arrived at Yanda, the whole building was filled with the smell of pork, green onions, and Arctic Ocean soda.

The students of Yan University gathered in groups of three or five, eating and drinking while discussing Western philosophy and avant-garde art.

"Brother-in-law!" Zhu Hong ran towards him excitedly and handed him two big white and tender buns. "Brother-in-law, try it."

Jiang Xian took it from her and asked, "Are you used to it at school?"

"Habit."

"Play chess and cards every night?"

“No, no.”

Zhu Hong avoided his gaze and told him seriously, "Our school has organized a retrospective of 200 world classic films. During this period, I went to watch the internal reference films every night."

"Internal reference film?"

Jiang Xian sighed that it was worthy of Yanjing University. The move of showing internal reference films to students was truly a pioneering move.

"It's right to watch more of these movies. We need to develop our appreciation for them and evaluate them from multiple perspectives. We can't be narrow-minded in our artistic vision."

Jiang Xian gave Zhu Hong some suggestions.

Zhu Hong is studying in the Chinese Department and will definitely develop in the direction of literature in the future, so it is particularly important to cultivate her artistic thinking.

He took out a few tickets from his bag and said, "Okay, these are tickets for The Best Restaurant in the World, keep them."

"Oh, brother-in-law, you really got it for me?" Zhu Hong's face was full of surprise.

She looked up at Jiang Xian, her eyes twinkling with little stars, and said excitedly: "Brother-in-law, I, I love you so much!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Jiang Xian wiped his nose awkwardly.

It seems that they have watched a lot of internal reference movies during this period, and people who watch Western movies have become more open-minded.

"You go back to class. I'll leave first." Jiang Xian said, and said goodbye to Zhu Hong while eating a bun.

Looking at the campus scenery, he couldn't help but think of the things happening at the Institute of Literature.

In order to obtain academic qualifications for writers, the Institute of Literature has been wrestling with the Ministry of Higher Education.

The China Writers Association specially formed an "Academic Qualifications Committee" and Li Qingquan was elected as the "Chairman of the Academic Qualifications Committee."

With everyone's trust, Li Qingquan showed his fearless spirit.

After working so hard for so long, I finally got the results:
"The Chinese Writers Association's Literary Institute has officially changed its name to 'Lu Xun Academy of Literature'."

As for the issue of academic qualifications, it will also be submitted to the Ministry of Higher Education for approval under the new name of "Lu Xun Academy of Literature".

At the same time, Lu Xun Academy of Literature had a new site: Hongmiao Primary School in Chaoyang District, Beijing.

As for the academic qualifications, Jiang Xian specifically asked Li Qingquan about it the last time he saw him.

Li Qingquan said that he still needs to work hard with the Ministry of Higher Education and believes that there will be a result soon.

In the classroom of Yenching University, Zhu Hong handed Yin Qiujin several performance tickets.

"Let's go to the show together later."

Yin Qiujin took a quick glance and cheered up, "Great, Zhu Hong, you hid it well enough, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!
Where did you get it from?

"My brother-in-law gave it to me."

"Your brother-in-law?"

Yin Qiujin became more and more curious. "Who is your brother-in-law? Is he a drama actor?"

Zhu Lin thought about it and didn't know how to answer.

".I guess so."

(End of this chapter)