1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 283 Little Jinbao

"At that time, it was not called Nanjing Road, but Damalu. Half of the things happened next to Damalu. To be honest, I still like the old names of Shanghai. As soon as you say them, you can smell the flavor of Shanghai. Some new things are more popular, while others are different.

Take names for example. Whether it is a person's name or a place's name, old ones are always better. Old ones are interesting, interesting, and have seen the world. Old names are not conspicuous, but they contain all the ups and downs, dynasties, and stories. Once the name is changed, the incense is cut off, and it no longer sounds the same to the ears.

How did I get to Shanghai? It's all fate. You have to believe in fate. How many people dream of Shanghai? Their dreams are buried in the loess, and in the middle of the night they turn into ghost lights and still rush towards Shanghai.

But I became a "little red man" at the age of fourteen. "Red man" is a Shanghainese insult, not nice to hear. On the other hand, if you don't go to Shanghai, how can you become a little red man? Who doesn't want to go to Shanghai? It's a foreign land! But can you come? No. God won't give you a foreign job, and you won't be able to survive even if you come. You won't even know how to walk.

What did Shanghai people say at that time? "Walking in the middle of cars, the road is like a tiger's mouth." Once the horn sounds, before you can react, the front wheels of the car will swallow you up, and the back wheels will slowly poop you out. Your life will be eaten by the tiger.

I'm getting off topic. It's like this when you get older. If you say something, you can't get it back no matter how hard you try. How did I end up in Shanghai? It's all because of that woman."

Qian Jiawen maintained the same posture and continued reading without moving.

After reading only a few lines, he was attracted by the novel's delicate and hook-like writing style.

Qian Jiawen spent nearly half an hour reading the first chapter of more than 10,000 words.

There was no way, the language was so wonderful and there were so many golden sentences that he had to read some passages over and over again.

For example, Jiang Xian's introduction to the heroine Xiao Jinbao is scathing and harsh: "The more status and position a man has, the more he becomes a slut. He feels bored when everyone defers to him, but becomes addicted when someone dares to come at him sideways. Men hope that all women in the world will be like crabs, rushing towards him sideways."

Reading this has the flavor of "Copper Coin Street", with the author making sarcastic remarks all the time.

This is also in line with the playful flavor of Shanghai. While reading it, one seems to be in that tempting atmosphere, surrounded by purple and golden light, luster and mellow charm.

The following text still maintains the style of the previous text.

The dancer Xiao Jinbao is neither Mr. Tang’s wife nor his concubine. The master just paid for her.

For so many years, Xiao Jinbao has been complaining that she can't find a personal maid that satisfies her. She has changed five or six of them, but none of them satisfied her. Finally, Mr. Tang had no choice but to find her a "little rooster" according to her wishes, that is, "me" - Tang Choudan.

"I" came to Shanghai and originally wanted to serve the master, but was brought to Xiao Jinbao by the second butler. The first chapter talks about this. In just one short chapter, Jiang Xian wrote many characters, including Master Tang, the second butler, Xiao Jinbao, and the maid.

Mr. Tang is the leader of a Shanghai gang, and his maid is a horse-faced woman with her tongue cut off.

Relatively speaking, Qian Jiawen was more impressed by the second butler and Xiao Jinbao.

The second butler is a shrewd man. He is Tang Choudan's second uncle and is very good at serving people.

As for the dancer Xiao Jinbao.
Qian Jiawen felt his blood boiling just by looking at it.

Jiang Xian is really good at writing about women. He completely captured the feeling of Xiao Jinbao being charming to the core.

[Her long hair was tilted to one side, hanging in all directions. Amid cheers, she put her red lips in front of the microphone.

Her singing voice was as swaying as her waist. I couldn't hear the lyrics clearly, but I got the general idea of ​​one sentence, "You hypocrite, you hypocrite."

Xiao Jinbao sang this sentence more than ten times, and the whole hall could only hear her humming, "Hypocritical, you hypocritical."]
The character of Xiao Jinbao is as coquettish as a fox spirit in her every move. She is also as smart as a fox spirit to the core, and no matter how small the movement is, it can't escape her eyes.

But when Jiang Xian wrote about her, he did not hesitate to say that she was stupid and directly gave her a tragic color, saying that she was just lucky. Others humiliated her and she also humiliated herself, but it didn't matter. As soon as someone treated her well, a catastrophe would come. This was her fate.

Since Qian Jiawen is an editor in the Literature and Art Department, his literary quality is certainly not low.

After he briefly read the opening chapter, the most intuitive feeling that Jiang Xian's novel "Rocking, Rocking to Grandma's Bridge" gave him was that it had a strong flavor of popular literature.

But he couldn't say that this was popular literature.

After all, Jiang Xian's delicate writing style perfectly makes up for the artistic quality of the novel.

Descriptions of his level are rarely seen in popular novels, and are considered outstanding among many literary novels.

Qian Jiawen is not a professional literary journal editor. In his opinion, the attributes similar to popular literature will not deduct points from the novel. On the contrary, the ups and downs of the plot of "Grandma Bridge" will make the novel more interesting to read.

When the train arrived at the station, Qian Jiawen still hadn't finished reading the novel. He felt bored and hurriedly got off the train with the sixth issue of "Harvest" in 81. He read a part of it while walking, then he remembered that his luggage was still on the train.

"recording!"

He slapped his forehead, thinking that he was so engrossed in reading the novel that he almost forgot the tape that Guan Shan had put so much effort into making on the train.

Fortunately, the luggage was not taken away by others, and he got off the train with the luggage before the train started.

Now Qian Jiawen never dared to open the volume of "Harvest" again, for fear that he would read it again and miss important events in the station.

He suppressed the itch in his heart to read the subsequent plot and went to the office, handed the tape to his colleague, then sat down in his seat and impatiently opened "Harvest" to continue reading.

As my eyes made contact with the text, a bell rang in my ears.

All that remains before my eyes is the clinking of wine glasses in the foreign concessions, my drunken eyes, the wind chimes on the eaves of the Jiangnan water town, and the sounds of oars and lights.

The subsequent plot of the novel continues to maintain the style of the previous text.

Xiao Jinbao has a secret affair with Song John, who is under Master Tang. Song John secretly plans to take advantage of the dispute between Master Tang and Fatty Yu to take over. The conflict between Master Tang and Fatty Yu becomes more and more intense. In the end, even the second butler who has been teaching Tang Choudan how to do things dies to protect Master Tang.

About halfway through the novel, Tang Choudan and Xiao Jinbao are sent to the countryside by Mr. Tang, disrupting the peaceful lives of a widowed mother and daughter, Guihua Sao and A Jiao.

The final game is not written in depth. Song John, who thought he had won, failed at the last moment, and Sister Guihua was silenced. The victorious Mr. Tang wanted to bring Gillian back to cultivate her as the next Xiao Jinbao. He also spared Xiao Jinbao's life, but Xiao Jinbao chose to commit suicide out of despair over love and human nature.

At the end of the novel, my feet were tied by Aniu, tied to the sail, and I was pulled up upside down.

Gillian said: "Grandpa, why did you hang up the stinky egg brother?"

The master touched Ah Jiao's cheek and said with a smile: "He didn't listen and did something wrong. He should remember this lesson."

The master said to Zheng Da-ge happily, "I told you long ago that this little thing is a good candidate for Tang. I really like it. Just give it a few good lashes and it will be tamed."

Zheng Dazi said, "Yes."

I was beaten so hard that I was left hanging upside down on the mast.

There was a dazzling light on the water surface.

The boat started, and the master and Mr. Zheng Sanye sat on the side of the boat and watched Ah Jiao laughing in the cabin.

The old man said, "Ah Jiao, tell me, what do you like to do most?"

Gillian put her toes together and said coquettishly, "Sing."

The master said, "Ah Jiao, sing a song for Grandpa."

Gillian thought for a moment and said, "How about I sing 'Grandma Bridge' for you, old man?"

"it is good!"

"Rocking and rocking, I rocked to Grandma's Bridge. Grandma said I was a good baby.
Can cry and laugh,
Two yellow dogs will carry the sedan chair.

Rocking and rocking, rocking to Grandma Bridge,
Magpies are chirping on the bridge.

Red pants, flowery cotton jacket,
My grandmother sent me into the bridal sedan.

Rock and rock, rock to Grandma's Bridge."

I coughed violently, blood rushed to my head, and my head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split. I blinked a few times and passed out. The silvery white water surface turned as dark as night.

(End of the article)

After reading the last line, Qian Jiawen closed the book and pondered for a long time. He was still immersed in the story, his heart was full of ups and downs.

The twist at the end of the novel really makes readers sweat.

Tang Choudan was taking a shit in the reed marsh and heard the killer's conversation.

John Song thought he had a sure win, but he lost everything overnight.

As for Xiao Jinbao, she hoped that her lover Song John would kill Mr. Tang and marry her. However, she didn't expect that the first person Song John wanted to kill was her, Xiao Jinbao.

On the contrary, it was Master Tang, the person she hated the most, who was willing to spare her life.

"It's so well written!" Qian Jiawen couldn't help but exclaim.

Perhaps because he was from Suzhou, he had no resistance to this beautiful description of Shanghai.

In Jiang Xian's writing, the illusory neon lights of Shanghai, the prosperity of Nanjing Road that has changed over time, and the floating water town and isolated island plots between words have always permeated and fascinated him.

After the admiration, I developed a sense of admiration for the writer Jiang Xian.

Yes, worship.

The flowers and honors that "The Garland under the Mountain" has received during this period, and the unprecedented praise and applause in the literary world, are enough to make any writer dizzy.

However, Jiang Xian was able to produce such a high-quality novel "Rocking, Rocking to Grandma's Bridge" just a few months after the publication of "The Wreath".

This shows that after the publication of "The Wreath", he was not affected by external interference or the increase of titles, but just quietly carried out his own creation.

This determination is evident from this.

Then think about Jiang Xian’s age.

At such a young age, he was able to resist the impetuousness and the huge impact of fame, and still continued to create quietly.
"This is the purest writer!" Qian Jiawen couldn't help but sigh.

If this wasn't a true love of writing, then he couldn't imagine what was.

Yenching University, Library.

Liang Zuo was reading the sixth issue of Harvest in 81 with great interest. At this moment, he was reciting a passage from Rocking, Rocking to Grandma's Bridge:
Song John saw Xiao Jinbao in front of the master, and the two exchanged glances. "Xiao Jinbao's eyes slowly drifted to the back of the master's head like the breath of spring grass. Song John's eyes keenly caught this breath, and his eyes tentatively touched it.

Their eyes met at the back of the master's head, and their tongues mingled. They undressed hastily and started making love before they could enjoy the flowers and the moon. The master said, "Well done!" The four glances were just mixed, and John Song had to tear them apart with great effort. Little Jinbao was panting softly in another place. This flustered action was like the wind blowing on the water, with only a slight ripple, and the wind and the waves stopped immediately, and there was no sound. "

What kind of writing is this!

Liang Zuo's face was filled with shock.

In his opinion, Jiang Xian's writing skills were as delicate as a fairy.

The wording is as precise as target shooting.

Every move, every frown and smile, pulled his eyes and he finished reading the story.

Of course, Liang Zuo was not the only one who read this novel.

Yin Qiujin, Zhu Hong and other girls from the Chinese Department of Yenching University were also discussing Jiang Xian's novel at this moment.

"Don't you think the 'look back' in this novel is very charming?" Yin Qiujin said.

"Look back? What look back?"

"Writer Jiang always inadvertently writes things like 'many years later, I will think of you'. The protagonist is obviously a child, but writing like this makes me feel closer to the protagonist."

"It really is!"

The other girls in the dormitory nodded in agreement. This kind of frequent "glancing back" writing style is indeed rare in today's novels. It can be said that it is another new attempt by Jiang Xian.

"He used that phrase really well."

Another girl exclaimed: "Why can't I think of so many words when I write? It's so beautiful and neat. This writer is amazing."

"Nonsense, that's Jiang Xian."

Listening to her classmates praising her brother-in-law like this, Zhu Lin was too quiet to speak, but she couldn't help feeling proud.

"I think Jiang Xian's novel has flaws." Suddenly a classmate expressed a different opinion.

Several girls looked at him in unison, not recognizing each other.

"What's wrong?" Yin Qiujin asked.

The other person closed the Harvest in his hand and clapped his hands twice. "I don't know if Jiang Xian was afraid of making a mistake or what. He was clearly writing about the battle for power in Shanghai, but in the end he actually moved the battle to an isolated island. Do you think this design is a failure?"

Yin Qiujin frowned, "I don't think this is a failure. It seems to add a mysterious and helpless beauty to the desolation."

"Come on." The other party sneered.

"This person is really"

Yin Qiujin and the others pouted and rolled their eyes.

Ever since they watched "The Best Restaurant in the World" last time, they have developed respect and admiration for the writer Jiang Xian.

Naturally, I don't believe that Jiang Xian, who could write an old Beijing urban drama like "The World's Number One Restaurant", would be afraid to write about Shanghai's folk life.

At this moment, a strange man who looked quite old suddenly spoke.

"Student, if you have such thoughts, it means you don't understand the novel at all."

(End of this chapter)