1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 301: Two Worlds in Front and Behind

"Thank you for your hard work on this trip to Yunnan," said Chen Huangmei.

He took Jiang Xian into the narrow bedroom and study room at the door and made him a cup of tea.

"It's not hard. I'm still young and should go see more of the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland."

"Okay, this isn't a work report, so don't be so pretentious when you speak." Chen Huangmei said quickly.

"It's not really that hard. Comrade Peng Jingfeng reported to the military region and assigned me a special car. I was picked up and dropped off wherever I went. This trip to Yunnan was more convenient than walking around Beijing by myself."

Chen Huangmei smiled and asked Jiang Xian about the filming of "The Garland Under the Mountain".

Jiang Xian told Chen Huangmei about Peng Jingfeng's arrangements and the support given by the military region. When mentioning Comrade Xie Zhenhua, Chen Huangmei's eyes showed memories.

"Old Xie, he is an old comrade. He fought at Xiangjiang River, Zunyi, crossed the Chishui River four times, crossed the Jinsha River, and traveled 25,000 miles on the Long March. After liberation, he also participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. His contribution to us is outstanding."

Chen Huangmei was also a writer who came from the army and had served as the cultural director of the Central and South Region. He was no stranger to Xie Zhenhua.

Jiang Xian trembled with fear when he heard about this experience.

Is this a personal experience or a history book?
"This time, 'The Garland' can get his full support, so I don't have to worry about the filming."

Chen Huangmei said with a relaxed look: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Comrade Jiang Xian."

"You thank me? What do you thank me for?" Jiang Xian asked curiously.

"Thank you for writing such a good novel "The Garland under the Mountain" for the soldiers and the people." Chen Huangmei said seriously.

This compliment from a leading figure in the literary world is undoubtedly the best reward for any literary and artistic worker.

However, Jiang Xian appeared to be relatively calm.

"You are too polite. As a professional writer of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, it is my job to write excellent literary works."

Seeing that Jiang Xian was neither arrogant nor impatient, Chen Huangmei began to admire him even more.

Chen Huangmei was born in 13 and is now nearly 70 years old, soon to enter his seventies.

On the road of literature, Chen Huangmei has seen too many talented authors in his life. However, most of these people were just a flash in the pan, and they quickly faded after their amazing brilliance.

As for the reasons, Chen Huangmei believes that one is that their ideological awareness is not enough, and the other is that after they have come to the fore, they can no longer calm their hearts, lose their original intentions, and are likely to go downhill.

Writing itself is very complex and is closely related to talent, luck, accumulated knowledge, and even a particular moment.

It is always said that one should become famous as early as possible, which is of course very important, but becoming famous early often also means that it is easy to be short-lived, resulting in greater failure.

However, in Chen Huangmei's opinion, Jiang Xian is one of those very rare writers, and an outstanding young writer at that.

He can endure loneliness, and is never confused by flowers and applause, nor conquered by various awards. He just quietly feels and observes the complex times of great changes.

This determines that his creative future will be extremely diverse and full of possibilities.

"Please take a look at my manuscript." Jiang Xian handed the report "Long Live Understanding" to Chen Huangmei.

Chen Huangmei put on his reading glasses and started reading the manuscripts.

The manuscript is generally divided into two parts, one part introduces the situation on the front line, and the other part introduces the soldiers' joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

Information was not well developed these days, so many people in the country didn’t know much about the situation on the front line, let alone its location.

So the contrast between the front and the back is too great.

This is also the reason why Chen Huangmei wanted Jiang Xian to write this report.

He hoped that Jiang Xian could share his feelings and experiences on the front line with the public, which would contribute to the improvement of social atmosphere and boost people's spirits.

What Chen Huangmei saw most in this report was not the heroic deeds of the soldiers, but their demands.

At this moment, the soldiers are no longer soldiers made of bronze and iron, but real people with flesh and blood, struggles and complaints.

Chen Huangmei immediately affirmed Jiang Xian's writing style.

No one else dares to write this kind of thing except him!
It was because Jiang Xian portrayed the true side of the soldiers that this report was so gripping and tear-jerking.

Chen Huangmei unconsciously adjusted his reading glasses, leaned forward, and read it over and over again. He couldn't help but said excitedly: "Good! Jiang Xian, you write well!"

“This report is well written!”

"So audacious! So touching!"

"Long live understanding"!

It means that when the interests of one party are harmed, one party can feel the other party with an inclusive attitude, thereby weakening the conflict that should have occurred between the two parties and leading to the sublimation of feelings.

So write out the contradictions.

Without contradictions, how can there be understanding?
Jiang Xian simply wrote about the contradictions and conflicts between the front and rear. He did not need to conceive of these conflicts. He just randomly picked up some of what he heard from the soldiers and then packaged them a little using the writing techniques he used to construct conflicts when writing online articles. This immediately became gripping and thought-provoking content.

"Our soldiers have won glory for the motherland and performed meritorious services for the people, but they also have difficulties and troubles, dissatisfaction and sadness.

They do not demand too much from the motherland and the people, but only hope that the people can understand them, comprehend them, and appreciate their sincere hearts. We should do this! "

Chen Huangmei held the manuscript and read the ending part excitedly.

“Yes, that’s how it should be written.”

"We must loudly raise the slogan 'Long Live Understanding'!"

"I'll ask someone to contact them right away. You must make this report in person at Yenching University and tell the people in the rear about it."

Seeing that Chen Huangmei was very satisfied with his report, Jiang Xian smiled and nodded, "I'll wait for your arrangements."

Historically, Cai Chaodong's "Long Live Understanding" was popular all over the country.

Jiang Xian didn't expect to become famous all over the country, but he felt that it shouldn't be too difficult to get a little attention at Yenching University.

After saying goodbye to Chen Huangmei's house, Jiang Xian walked back home leisurely.

Unlike Kunming, the cold has just faded in the north and summer has just arrived. The streets are filled with the flavor of Beijing's alleys, with civilians wearing gray and black clothes walking back and forth, and bicycles passing by quickly. Ordinary people live their lives in this rustling manner.

What is particularly eye-catching are some foreigners with high noses and blue eyes. There are a lot of foreigners in Beijing at this moment. Wherever a group of foreigners go, they are the focus of the crowd. Many people follow them and watch them. Some hospitable comrades even chat with them and say hello in English.

Now is the time when everyone is learning English. Everyone has a copy of "900 English Sentences", and many people can say "hello" or "hi" to foreigners.

Foreigners are also quite social, holding their cameras and taking pictures, specifically looking for backward shots: old ladies with bound feet, begging children, and hardworking "coolies".
Their activities in the capital were limited to within a "40-mile circle".

The "40-li circle" is an area of ​​40 li in radius centered on Tiananmen Square. Foreigners basically have no way of entering other places. Signs in Chinese and English reading "Foreigners are not allowed to cross without permission" are posted on major roads in the capital.

"This is the rear." Jiang Xian put his hands in his pockets.

In his opinion, the front and the back were almost two completely different worlds.

The monkeys in the front were waving small white flags to drag the corpse, while the ones in the back were actively opening up to the outside world, allowing foreigners and Chinese to eliminate misunderstandings through communication.

The misunderstanding between foreigners and Chinese is huge and goes both ways.

Chinese people will laugh at foreigners for not even having a complete pair of pants and wearing ripped jeans.

Foreigners feel that China has strict control and when they see bicycles on the road they always ask "Are these theirs?" They don't believe that Chinese people can own private property.

"Oh my god, is this edible?"

In Jingshan East Hutong, Rao Yuemei tasted the tamarind that Jiang Xian brought from Yunnan. It was so sour that her mouth grinned and her teeth felt crispy.

"This is a specialty of the people there. People eat it directly and can also soak it in water to drink." Jiang Xian explained.

"You're leaving the house without even saying goodbye to your family," Rao Yuemei complained.

Jiang Xian smiled and pulled Zhu Lin over to be educated. "Mom, I have told Zhu Lin about this. If you want to criticize, please criticize both of us together."

As soon as he said this, Zhu Lin glared at him fiercely.

When she looked at Rao Yuemei, she smiled calmly and gently again, "Mom, Jiang Xian didn't tell you and Dad because he was afraid that you would worry about him."

"You two."

Rao Yuemei certainly couldn't criticize Zhu Lin for this, but she changed the subject and said, "Zhu Lin, you and Jiang Xian have been married for almost two years, you two must have plans for the future."

"plan?"

Zhu Lin was confused. "What plan? Mom, if you have something to say, just say it. We are all family."

Rao Yuemei glared at Jiang Xian, coughed, and her face became serious, "Then let me be frank. You said you were busy studying and filming before, and now the filming is done. When are you two going to have a child?"

Eh?
Zhu Lin blushed, lowered her head and glanced at Jiang Xian secretly.

That look seemed to be saying, I've helped you out, now it's your turn.

Jiang Xian coughed, looked around, and looked at Jiang Ke, who was wearing a Dacron T-shirt and had a slim figure.

"Eh? Jiang Ke is at home, come sing a song for me, let me see how you are doing in the opera school."

Jiang Ke was suddenly called out and felt confused.

"What to sing?"

Seeing that the boy was trying to change the subject, Rao Yuemei sighed, "Mom knows that you two are married now, and there are many things that I don't have to decide for myself, but as the elders, we have to say this."

"Mom, don't worry." Zhu Lin said seriously, "Jiang Xian and I will work hard when we get back."

Jiang Xian interrupted her.

"Mom, Zhu Lin and I are responding to national policy."

“Response policy?”

"Isn't family planning advocated now? What Zhu Lin and I are doing is called moderate childbearing. It promotes social prosperity and benefits the present and future generations."

Jiang Xian spoke these words without thinking and shouted the slogan to Rao Yuemei again.

Rao Yuemei was so angry that she choked for a long time and finally sighed.

"No wonder you can be a writer. You are such a smooth talker. You are the best at talking."

"Okay, Mom."

Jiang Xian was afraid that his mother would be really angry, so he went up to her, held her shoulders and comforted her: "I promise you that within three years, I will give birth to a grandson for you."

"Three years, are you going to give birth to a Nezha?"

Rao Yuemei retorted, then realized that what she said was inappropriate, and changed her expression and looked at Zhu Lin.

"Well, Linlin, that's not what Mom meant. I just said it out of turn."

Zhu Lin chuckled and said it was okay. Rao Yuemei also figured it out at this time. The young couple were both people with their own ideas. It was good enough that Jiang Xian could promise her that it would be within three years. At least there was something to look forward to.

"Okay, I'll remember this. You have to do this for me within three years."

"no problem."

Jiang Xian smiled and coaxed his mother, "Go and cook, I've been missing your bowl of noodles since I was in Yunnan."

"Look at you like that."

Rao Yuemei curled her lips and said, "It feels like I've been gone for several years after being gone for more than ten days."

That being said, I still went to the kitchen diligently.

After dinner, the family chatted for a while. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin returned to No. 15 Hufang Road.

Jiang Xian prepared to go to bed. He fetched a basin of water to wash up, quickly stripped naked and lay on the bed, hugging His Majesty who was also naked, preparing for some intimacy after a short separation.

When their skin touched, Jiang Xian's body instantly became hot. After some flirting and gradually entering a fighting state, Jiang Xian took out a pack of family planning products from the cabinet beside the bed. At this time, his hand was suddenly held by Zhu Lin's small hand.

"Jiang Xian." Zhu Lin raised her eyes to look at him, her voice soft and gentle.

"Ok?"

Jiang Xian glanced at her under him.

"what happened?"

"Don't wear it."

"Ah?" Jiang Xian was stunned.

Zhu Lin, however, took it seriously and lightly tickled his palm with her fingers.

"What mom said today makes sense. It's not right to keep going like this. Anyway, I've finished filming Shaolin Temple, so we should think about these things."

"."

Jiang Xian didn't want to be shy at this time. His wife had already agreed. If he continued to argue, he would seem incompetent.

"Then I'm here."

"Ah."

As their skin touched, Zhu Lin's body tensed and her heart beat faster. Feeling Jiang Xian's extremely aggressive breath, her fingers couldn't help but clench the bed sheets.

This, this, this
Wouldn’t this mean that there would be five children in one litter?
The next day, Jiang Xian slept in. When he woke up, Zhu Lin had transformed into a little cook and prepared a bowl of noodles for him.

Jiang Xian picked up the chopsticks and took a sip. The soup was not only thick and delicious, but also rich and fragrant, neither salty nor sweet.

He took another sip of the noodle soup, raised his head and looked at Zhu Lin.

Rub your eyes.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after a night of wind and rain, Zhu Lin seems to have become even more charming and attractive.

Of course, Jiang Xian is as vigorous as all the other Yanzus. It is no problem for him to have sex thirteen times a night without any back or leg pain.

But even so, Zhu Lin specially made him a cup of malted milk for him to take with him when he went out.

Malted milk is malted milk, it’s better than drinking kombucha.

Kombucha is very similar to kimchi. You just get an empty jar at home and put some fungus collected from your neighbors in it. When a white film forms, it's ready and you can drink the liquid directly.

In the 80s, red tea fungus was very popular in China. It can be said that every household in Beijing grew this thing and regarded it as a homemade "magic medicine". People would drink a few cups of it when they had nothing to do, believing that it could strengthen their bodies.

Neighbors would teach and learn from each other, visit each other’s homes, and evaluate each other’s taste. In one case, the first sentence to be said when visiting each other would be “Let me try your kombucha.”

It’s hard to say whether it’s drinkable or not, but Jiang Xian feels sick looking at this thing anyway.

It is said that this came from abroad, but later research found that this thing originated in China and was exported and then sold domestically.

Jiang Kun mentioned this red tea fungus in his crosstalk, and even mentioned it in a very exciting way.

Literally, give yourself a shot of chicken blood.

It is said that during that period, because chicken blood injection was popular, the price of chicken increased significantly across the country.

(End of this chapter)