1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 285 "Years later, facing the firing squad."

"Flat lying" is different from "lying flat".

"Pingtangle" is a Beijing dialect, which roughly means that one is very confident and can't find any rivals.

Luan Yunping, who is “second to none” in Deyun Club, said that the ticket problem of Deyun Club is “smoothed out”.

So when Ge You said that Jiang Xian "leveled the way" for Chinese films, this was a statement of great admiration, and it was also a very high evaluation.

Da Feng and the others listened and thought about it carefully.

Is it really as Ge Yu said?

These days, each major film studio has targets for the number of films they can shoot, and they have to apply to the Film Bureau and China Film Corporation for permission.

In a year, only a few films are made in China, and even fewer are able to be released and sell well in copies, probably only about twenty or so.

But I don’t know whether it was intentional or just a coincidence, but this year, Jiang Xian alone wrote the screenplay for two of the movies released.

It’s a bit of an exaggeration to say that this year is the “Jiang Xian” year, but it’s absolutely true that Jiang Xian’s scripts have “flattened the road” for Chinese films this year.

"Alright, alright."

Jiang Xian couldn't help but sneer when listening to Ge You's dirty talk, "What do you mean by smooth sailing? I'm not in the film industry."

"Look what you said."

Feng Jicai was unhappy when he heard this.

Even if you don't work in the film industry, you have made two big movies. If you work in the film industry, how can the Chinese film industry survive? You can just run into a wall and die.

"In my opinion, you said that Jiang Xian has dominated the film industry this year, but I don't really understand. Instead, he is going to dominate the literary industry this year.

Just take what he did this year, such as setting up a modern literature museum and filming a documentary about Mr. Mao.

Acheng listed a bunch of things and finally got to the point.

"And his novel 'The Wreath at the Foot of the Mountain' is one of the three best novels this year in my opinion. It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that the film industry is in the 'Year of Jiang Xian', but it's not an exaggeration to say that the literary world is in the 'Year of Jiang Xian' this year."

"Stop talking, stop talking." Jiang Xian felt a little embarrassed after hearing that.

Acheng is usually quite conservative in front of him, and this year is the first time he has praised him so highly.

Thinking about the fact that the two of them were still in a superior-subordinate relationship, he couldn't help but wonder whether Acheng, who had always been calm and composed, wanted to make progress.

Ge You was more curious. A Cheng mentioned the three best novels of the year. What were the other two novels?

"One is Comrade Lu Yao's Life, and the other is Comrade Zhang Jie's Heavy Wings."

Jiang Xian nodded in approval.

Acheng is the son of Zhong Dianwei, and his insights into literature definitely surpass those of most people.

At least in Jiang Xian's opinion, his summary was quite accurate.

If we were to make a summary of the year 1981, the three novels "The Garland under the Mountain", "Life" and "Heavy Wings" would definitely be listed side by side.

"Okay, let's go." Jiang Xian raised his wine glass and interrupted the topic.

After three rounds of drinks, Feng Jicai took out another copy of the Shanghai Daily and said, "Jiang Xian, take a look at this article."

Jiang Xian glanced at the article in the newspaper and saw that it was a literary review, the author was Shen Changwen, and the title was "One Dingling, a Lifetime of Dingling - Reading 'Rocking, Rocking to Grandma's Bridge'"

"There are literary reviews so soon?" he asked curiously.

Although the novel "Grandma's Bridge" has been published for some time, according to Jiang Xian's previous tradition of publishing articles, it would take a month for literary reviews to emerge.

But this time, literary reviews appeared just over a week after the novel was published.

It can be seen that after creating "Wreath", Jiang Xian's status and popularity are different from before.

Nowadays, his every move will attract attention from the literary world.

Regardless of the title or subject matter of his new articles, many readers are willing to buy into them and read them just because of the author Jiang Xian's name.

Jiang Xian held the newspaper and continued reading. The words of this literary review were simple and sincere:
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In Jiang Xian's novel "Grandma's Bridge", Tang Choudan often appears between the lines: "I will think of you many years later."

This reminds me of a book I read not long ago, written by the writer Marquez, which begins something like, 'Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía would recall that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

I love this kind of "looking back" perhaps because it makes readers feel that the character's perspective is looking back 30 years later.

The memories of the kids back then will be mature and credible 30 years later, and thus the readers will be closer to the characters. After all, most people only understand the truth of the world 30 years later.

The story of "Grandma's Bridge" is not long, and it only takes a short period of time.

A story about the streets of "Greater Shanghai" was captured just right by Jiang Xian's poetic and concise writing. When I was reading it, I couldn't even miss any word or sentence.

I have heard the song "Rocking to Grandma's Bridge" many times, but it was only after reading this novel that I realized that the lyrics mentioned two yellow dogs.

Dogs have been good friends of humans for thousands of years, but simple-minded dogs cannot understand why their human masters abandon them to pursue wealth and fame.

Just like Li Si, who left a deep impression in history books, sighed when he was beheaded, missing the free life chasing yellow dogs with his sons. Xiao Jinbao, a little man who will not leave any traces, can only occasionally miss his childhood of climbing trees to pick mulberries and chasing yellow dogs. "

The commentary was not long, only about 2,000 words, and Jiang Xian finished reading it in five or six minutes.

Feng Jicai saw him looking up and asked with a smile: "How is it? Are you very proud?"

"proud?"

Jiang Xian looked confused, causing Feng Jicai to glare at him angrily, "You don't know this Shen Changwen, do you?"

"Shen Changwen?"

Jiang Xian thought for a long time and asked tentatively: "Could it be a relative of Mr. Shen Congwen?"

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Feng Jicai was choked by this for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly: "Comrade Shen Changwen is the deputy editor-in-chief of the People's Publishing House and a veteran editor. He wrote a review of your novel so quickly, which shows how much he likes your article. You should be happy."

"People's Publishing House?" Jiang Xian was surprised.

A Cheng was surprised. He took the newspaper from Jiang Xian and read the article with Ge You.

"Jiang Xian, how come you're so creative so fast?" Da Feng said while chatting with Jiang Xian.

Feng Jicai also read the novel "Grandma's Bridge" and was stunned by the delicate writing skills in the article.

Ask yourself, if he were asked to write such an article, he would have to polish it word by word for a year or two, writing it like a work of art, in order to write such a novel.

He remembered that Jiang Xian's "The Wreath under the Mountain" had just been published, but once it was published, it gained national fame. Under such conditions, he actually had the time and energy to calm down and publish such a novel.

The more Feng Jicai thought about it, the more jealous he became.

"How did you write this novel?" he asked curiously.

"How do you write it? You write it with a pen."

Jiang Xian gave a witty answer. Before Feng Jicai started to complain, he said seriously:

"A few days ago, I saw the news of Lin Guisheng's death in the newspaper. Do you know Lin Guisheng?"

"Lin Guisheng?"

Feng Jicai had never heard of such a person and shook his head in confusion. Ah Cheng heard Lin Guisheng's name, put down the newspaper, and introduced her to Feng Jicai: "She is the original wife of Huang Jinrong, the leader of the Green Gang, and the founder of the Shanghai Green Gang."

"That's her. She died in Shanghai a few days ago."

Jiang Xian took over Ah Cheng's words and slowly explained to Da Feng: "Lin Guisheng's family is well-off. During the Republic of China, Huang Jinrong married into her family. Later, under her careful planning, Huang Jinrong's power continued to grow like a snowball.

You must have heard about what happened later. In Shanghai at that time, Huang Jinrong's reputation was almost unmatched, and he became a well-known leader of the Green Gang.

But all this is inseparable from the woman Lin Guisheng.

Huang Jinrong was the chief inspector of the French Concession. He could not take part in many matters, so Lin Guisheng had to handle them.

At this point, there was already some enlightenment in Acheng's eyes.

"Lin Guisheng, Du Yuesheng, and Huang Jinrong were like this."

"Why is it related to Du Yuesheng again?"

The more Feng Jicai listened, the more confused he became.

Fortunately, he was not the most confused person in the room.

"What? What what what? Who is Du Yuesheng?" Ge You knew nothing and could only ask with his eyes wide open.

He quite enjoyed listening to a group of educated people telling stories. After all, there were no short videos at the moment. Jiang Xian was talking about useful information, and he listened to it with great relish.

"The three tycoons of the Shanghai Green Gang are Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin.

Du Yuesheng was originally Huang Jinrong's disciple. He was a country boy. Later he came to Shanghai and was introduced to Huang Jinrong's home, where he served Huang Jinrong's wife Lin Guisheng.

"This Tang Choudan, Du Yuesheng, Xiao Jinbao, and Lin Guisheng"

Feng Jicai finally reacted.

Jiang Xian got inspiration from the story of Du Yuesheng and Lin Guisheng, and changed the story of these two people into Tang Choudan and Xiao Jinbao.

In other words, the prototype of Tang Choudan is Du Yuesheng, and the prototype of Xiao Jinbao is Lin Guisheng.

Thinking of this, Feng Jicai became excited:
"Jiang Xian, I completely understand now. If you want to talk about old Shanghai and the gang stories of that time, you can't avoid talking about this period of Shanghai history.

You didn’t want to make it too sharp, so you added your own artistic touch to the story, and a turbulent past in Shanghai became a nursery rhyme like “Grandma’s Bridge.”

Feng Jicai looked very proud.

Seeing Jiang Xian frowning, he felt that he had seen through his psychological process when he was creating.

Jiang Xian didn't know how to explain it.

When he thought about it, he felt that Feng Jicai's guess was quite reasonable and helped to make his explanation more convincing, so he nodded.

"Oh, you really guessed it."

"Everyone, everyone, allow me to speak for a moment."

Ge You felt strange. "From what you said, the prototype of Xiao Jinbao is Lin Guisheng, but this Xiao Jinbao is a dancer. Lin Guisheng is such a famous figure, so she doesn't seem to be her prototype."

"The prototype does not necessarily have to be exactly the same as the character in the article, just take some of her experiences," Feng Jicai explained.

“I think they look alike.”

Ah Cheng thought for a moment and said, “You can tell from their life trajectories.

Although Xiao Jinbao was Mr. Tang's canary, Mr. Tang was also very obedient to her. Just like Lin Guisheng, Huang Jinrong basically listened to her and did what she said.

In terms of ability, Lin Guisheng was able to assist Huang Jinrong in becoming the tycoon of the Green Gang. Xiao Jinbao was also very capable. You see, she opened a Xiaoyaocheng for Mr. Tang, and it was run in an orderly manner, making a fortune every day. Even the tips collected by the girls could not escape her eyes.

But in the final analysis, Xiao Jinbao was just a plaything that Mr. Tang abandoned after using him. As for Lin Guisheng, she was also a tragic woman who was summoned by Huang Jinrong at any time and dismissed at any time. In the end, she was also abandoned by him. The Green Gang, which was so big in Shanghai, what was left for her in the end? An empty little villa?

In the final analysis, their fates were the same. They were both puppets of others, controlled by others. However, in comparison, Lin Guisheng's lonely death was much better than Xiao Jinbao's, and it could be considered a good ending. "

"After all, it's a novel," said Feng Jicai.

He understood Jiang Xian's treatment of the ending very well. This was a novel, not a history story, so of course the ending had to be literary, silent but more powerful than words, with a profound artistic conception that would make readers cover their faces in contemplation and leave them with endless aftertaste.

"Makes sense."

Ge You rubbed his forehead. The more he listened, the more it made sense. He was convinced by the end. He turned sideways and looked at Jiang Xian, "You two have profound insights. According to my humble opinion, the novel written by Brother Jiang can only be described in four words - beauty is the root of trouble."

Jiang Xian smiled without saying anything, and looked at Acheng and Feng Jicai with great satisfaction.

Listening to the two people talking back and forth, he really felt that "after entering the Pass, there will be great scholars who will debate for me."

On New Year's Day, Jiang Xian rode a train and waited at the train station for a long time. He saw Zhu Lin coming out of the station wrapped in a scarf and carrying luggage.

"here."

He smiled and waved at her, taking the luggage from his wife, "Are you cold?"

These days, it’s not popular to give someone a hug as soon as you meet them.

Zhu Lin just looked at Jiang Xian, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a hint of attachment.

"It's not cold, go home."

The filming progress of "Shaolin Temple" was very fast. After all, it was a company from Hong Kong, and the filming was more commercial, unlike the mainland where the filming was slow and meticulous.

Zhu Lin told me that after Jiang Xian's incident, there has been no more discrimination in food among the crew.

"Did you really write a letter to Mr. Xia?"

"I didn't write it."

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "Mr. Xia is very busy. If I write to him, wouldn't that just cause trouble for him?"

Zhu Lin glared at him.

"Then how dare you make such a fuss."

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jiang Xian said, "If we discriminate against each other, it will chill the hearts of our own comrades.

Besides, I am now a cadre of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, so can’t I stand up and say a few words for literary and art workers? "

"Virtue."

Jiang Xian followed Zhu Lin back to their homes in Zhongguancun and Jingshan East, and reported their safety to their parents in both places.

Then they went to see the movie "The Chess King" together before returning to the house at No. 15 Hufang Road.

Zhu Lin glanced around the room and was a little surprised. "I didn't expect you to keep the house so clean."

Jiang Xian smiled and held her in his arms, his big hands reaching down.

"I have room to clean up more cleanly."

"Do you want to take a look?"

(End of this chapter)