1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 282: Rocking and Rocking to Grandma's Bridge

The issue of Lu Yuesheng was dealt with quickly.

Dismissed! Seriously punished!

It is said that several senior leaders who came from the military angrily threw their hats away after hearing about this.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lu Yuesheng had reached the end of his rope.

Many old comrades in the station who were familiar with him could not help but sigh, wondering how could he, who had always been cautious, be so confused and make a mistake on this issue.

That’s “The Garland under the Mountain”!

A few old editors who had just learned about this went straight to Lu Yuesheng in anger, wishing they could slap him in the face.

"You, Lu Yuesheng, didn't understand what this novel was about at all."

"Fuck you, you bastard."

"If a Wang Lianju appeared in our unit, we would be embarrassed as well."

"That's outrageous! Don't forget, you, Lao Lu, were also a soldier!"

Facing the angry rebukes from his colleagues, Lu Yuesheng could no longer hear a word. His face turned blue and green, and he tilted his head and almost fainted.

I don’t know how I got back home in the end.

When he gradually recovered from his dementia, he burst into tears.

"uncle."

Lu Yuesheng's nephew who worked in the theater came to visit after hearing the news.

Lu Yuesheng picked up the water cup at hand and threw it over, shouting: "Get out!"

On the other hand, after dealing with Lu Yuesheng, the Art Department of China National Radio was left with a mess.

The newspaper has announced that Jiang Xian’s novella “The Garland under the Mountain” will be broadcast next week.

We can't cancel the show at a sudden notice.

If they change their orders every day, where is the reputation of China National Radio?
After Qian Jiawen and Jiang Xian discussed the matter, Jiang Xian said that since Lu Yuesheng had been dealt with, he still had no objection to China National Radio producing and broadcasting the radio drama "The Garland Under the Mountain".

But it must not be the version that was broadcast before.

He said that as long as CNR could produce a program of a quality that satisfied him, he would agree to perform.

After Qian Jiawen came back, he immediately started recording a new version of the radio drama.

There is only one week left, and the situation is extremely tense.

There are problems in every aspect, but the biggest problem is which drama actor to invite to put out the fire.

Now, "The Garland under the Mountain" not only needs to be produced in a very short time, but also its production quality must be guaranteed.

This requires extremely high abilities from the drama actors.

The senior editors at the station were also following the recording of "The Wreath", and after hearing about it they all gave Qian Jiawen advice.

"Go to Tianjin TV Station to find Guan Shan!" said an old editor named Wang Jie.

Who is Guanshan?
At that time, there were only five people in our country’s first batch of broadcasting directors.

Guanshan is one of them.

He was an announcer of Tianjin Radio Station, and together with Chen Chun from Shanghai, he was known as the "Southern Chen and Northern Guan" in the broadcasting industry.

He has performed works such as "Song of Ouyang Hai", "Red Flag", "Lin Hai Xue Yuan", "Storm" and "Glittering Red Star", which have influenced more than one generation.

On Monday morning, Qian Jiawen rushed to Tianjin and found Comrade Guan Shan with the introduction of comrades from the Tianjin Station.

As soon as Qian Jiawen met Guan Shan, he introduced the situation to him.

"This film, The Garland Under the Mountain, is a project that our superiors have paid special attention to. It is urgent and needs your help. Please help record it."

Guan Shan rubbed his hands. He had not read the novel "The Garland under the Mountain".

However, the comrades from CNR came to us for help, and these old comrades were also very warm-hearted and willing to help CNR put out the fire.

"How do we record it?"

"Please listen to me first."

Qian Jiawen said anxiously, "This novel has 12 sections in total, which will take 12 and a half hours to record. It would be best if you could let me take the work away on Saturday.

Why? Because it will be broadcast next Monday, it is really too late, we have to fight for every minute and every second now. "

Guan Shan frowned and didn't give Qian Jiawen a definite answer immediately.

"Give me a copy of the original novel first, and I'll take it back to read and familiarize myself with it."

"Okay, then take a look at it as soon as possible."

Qian Jiawen handed Guan Shan a manuscript of the novel "The Wreath".

The 49-year-old Guan Shan put the manuscript into his briefcase. When he got home, he spread the novel out on the table and read it carefully line by line while wearing glasses.

Time passed little by little, and after reading the last line, it was already past 2 a.m.

Guan Shan's eyes became wet for no apparent number of times.

The next morning, he called editor Qian Jiawen.

As soon as Qian Jiawen answered his phone, he asked, "Teacher Guan, what do you think of this novel?"

"very good!"

Guan Shan said sincerely, "Jiang Xian's novel is very touching!"

His words came from the bottom of his heart.

The work "The Garland under the Mountain" is so well written!

If Guan Shan was willing to take this job only to help China National Radio.

After reading this article, Guan Shan really wanted to broadcast this novel, and his desire to broadcast "The Garland" became very strong.

"Comrade Jiawen, the novel that moved me the most among all the novels I have read and talked about in the past is Red Rock. In this novel, my thoughts, my experiences, the mood of the novel, the confused feelings of the young writer, and the thoughts after being arrested are all very appealing to me.

It also uses a lot of Tang and Song Dynasty poems, which is very enjoyable to watch.

Today I read "The Wreath Under the Mountain" and was just as moved as when I read "Red Rock". The novel is full of ups and downs. Although I have also read "Qu Yuan" and "Song of Ouyang Hai", "The Wreath Under the Mountain" made me cry the most. "

Guan Shan shared with Qian Jiawen his feelings after reading the novel.

Qian Jiawen felt the same way. After reading "The Garland under the Mountain", he also burst into tears and could not suppress the sadness in his heart.

The two talked for a while, and Guan Shan said directly: "Come to our recording studio in the morning, and we will start broadcasting."

Qian Jiawen was very surprised. He didn't expect Guan Shan to agree so readily. He hung up the phone happily.

After arriving at the recording studio, Guan Shan officially began broadcasting "Wreath".

In the morning, Guan Shan recorded four segments, each lasting 30 minutes.

The speed was so fast that Qian Jiawen could hardly believe it.

China National Radio usually records a segment for drama actors every day, which is 30 minutes, which is quite good.

It is very rare to record two parts.

Guan Shan recorded four clips in the morning, which of course made Qian Jiawen feel incredible.

Guan Shan was full of energy, and he pulled Qian Jiawen aside and asked, "Aren't you in a hurry to leave? We'll continue recording in the afternoon."

"Still need to record?!"

Qian Jiawen couldn't help it and asked.

Guan Shan nodded, his eyes firm and not tired at all. This motivation was brought to him by the excellence of the novel "Wreath".

For a broadcaster, a good novel has such magic that attracts the broadcaster to record the novel tirelessly, eager to convert it into spoken language and share it with more listeners.

In one afternoon, Guan Shan recorded four more clips.

There are 12 recordings of "Wreath" totaling twelve and a half hours.

On that day, Guanshan produced eight sections.

What does this mean? Lu Yuesheng's nephew can only record one segment in two or three days. Compared with this, they can't be compared to the tortoise and the hare. This speed is as fast as the east wind!

The next day, when Qian Jiawen saw Guan Shan again, Guan Shan was hunched over and his waist was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up.

"What, what happened?" Qian Jiawen asked.

Guan Shan smiled and said, "I overexerted myself."

After all, he is a 49-year-old veteran. He recorded 8 clips a day, a total of 8 30-minute clips. How much is that?!

And can’t stop itself.

Guan Shan also reflected on this, wondering if it would be better if he could restrain himself a little and record calmly. However, once he started broadcasting and saw the content of the novel, he could not suppress his emotions.

When I read the part where Lord Lei said, "He came to me through the back door!", I was filled with righteous indignation! Then I read the part where he cried, "Son, what should I do?" The emotions fluctuated greatly, and the content was full of deep love.

He shared his thoughts with Qian Jiawen, who sighed.

“This is the charm of The Garland!”

Qian Jiawen wanted Guan Shan to rest for another day, but Guan Shan seemed to be addicted. He held his waist and insisted on recording, showing great interest.

"Can you physically bear it?"

"It's a small matter." Guan Shan waved his hand. "I'll finish recording as soon as possible, and you can get it as soon as possible. It will be broadcast next week."

Qian Jiawen couldn't persuade her and had to continue recording.

Guan Shan's physical discomfort did not affect his broadcasting state at all. Instead, he became more engaged.

Qian Jiawen sat aside and listened with the recorder.

Guan Shan held the manuscript and finally recorded the part of "Yuxiu crying at the grave".

Liang Sanxi died. He had just gotten married the previous year and his child was just one month old.

His newly married wife Yuxiu and mother-in-law were reluctant to take the car, so they walked for four days, a distance of more than 160 miles from the train station to the company's base.

Guan Shan held the manuscript and spoke attentively.

But when he read the part where Yuxiu was crying at the grave while holding her baby, the sad crying and attachment in the story were so intense that by the time Guanshan reacted, the manuscript in front of him was actually wet.

He took off his glasses, wiped his eyes that were streaming with tears, and suddenly said.

“It’s broken, that’s not right.

Stop for a moment. "

"What's wrong? I'm fine, don't stop." Qian Jiawen said.

The recorder also nodded and said, "Okay, great, Teacher Guan."

Guan Shan put on his glasses again and looked at the two men, only to see that the two men were crying.

After stopping, the recorder replayed the part that had just been recorded.

Guan Shan sighed and sighed, "There's food and drink everywhere, I can't even hear the words clearly."

"That's it, Teacher Guan. I think it's very good." Qian Jiawen said, "The emotions are so touching. When the sound engineer and I listened to it just now, we couldn't hold back our tears."

Guan Shan shook his head, "No, you just felt the emotions were there because we all have the book in our hands and we all know the ins and outs of the story.

But the audience is different. They understand completely through hearing and our spoken language.

It is not good to be without emotion, and it is not good to be unclear. If the emotion is expressed too much, the thoughts and feelings will be completely overwhelmed. Too much is as bad as too little.

If we don’t express ourselves clearly, how can others understand us? Accuracy is the first priority, and people must understand us.”

Looking at Guan Shan's serious expression, Qian Jiawen felt a surge of respect in his heart.

It was a good choice to find Guanshan!

This is what a real broadcaster is.

He is an actor who has truly felt the true meaning of broadcasting through practical exploration!
So I re-recorded it, and everything went smoothly. I spent one day recording the last five segments.

Why five sections? It took 30 minutes longer than originally planned. Because the normal speaking speed is not enough, it is a bit rushed.

Qian Jiawen originally planned to complete the work before Saturday, but he didn't expect that he would finish it by Monday, which was only Wednesday.

He put away the recording and pulled Guan Shan to express his gratitude.

"I will take it back to Comrade Jiang Xian to listen to. I believe he will be very satisfied. The audiences across the country will also be very satisfied after listening to your talk about the novel."

Guan Shan still held his waist, "Don't thank me, you should thank Comrade Jiang Xian for writing such an excellent novel. It is my honor to be able to participate in the recording of this novel!"

"On behalf of China National Radio, I would like to thank you."

Qian Jiawen bowed, then said goodbye and prepared to take the train back to the capital.

He dragged his luggage and found a newspaper stand near the train station before entering the station.

“Is there People’s Literature?”

"No."

"What about October?"

“Sold out.”

"So what do you have here?"

The other party looked up at him and said, "You want the journal?"

"Literary Journal."

"Then you should buy Harvest. It just arrived today. It's the sixth issue of this year, and the last one."

"Harvest?"

"Harvest" is also a bimonthly magazine. New issues are not common on the market. Moreover, the editorial department of "Harvest" has a very high quality of manuscript review. Almost all the most influential writers in the contemporary literary world are related to "Harvest".

Out of such trust and admiration, Qian Jiawen would buy a new issue of the journal whenever he saw one.

He quickly paid the money and walked into the station holding a slightly thick volume of the 81th issue of "Harvest" in 6.

The train came very quickly and he didn't even have time to rest in the waiting room. He got on the train, put his luggage away, sat in his seat, crossed his legs and started reading "Harvest".

It only takes three or four hours to get from Tianjin to Beijing by train.

There were quite a few novels published in Harvest, so Qian Jiawen opened the catalogue and wanted to pick one to read.

One of the articles, "Rocking, Rocking to Grandma's Bridge," caught Qian Jiawen's attention.

He is from Suzhou and has fond memories of the nursery rhyme "Rocking, rocking to Grandma's Bridge":
Rocking and rocking, I rocked to Grandma Bridge. Grandma called me a good baby and bought a fish to roast. The head was not cooked, but the tail was burnt. My grandson ate the fish and jumped to the City God Temple. The incense burner and wax sticks were all turned over.
At this moment, he immediately became interested when he saw that an author actually used this lyric as the title of a novel.

Looking more closely, I found that the author of this article was Jiang Xian.

His originally careless gaze suddenly became focused.

He put his legs down, leaned forward, held the magazine in both hands, and began to read the novel:

“At that time, it was not called Nanjing Road, but Damalu.

Half of the incidents happened right next to the main road.”

(End of this chapter)