1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 321 Jia Pingwa Saves His Life
Zhu Lin followed the people from Beijing Film Studio back to Beijing first, and Jiang Xian was kept by Lu Yao in Xi'an for a few more days.

He stayed in the guesthouse of Yanhe magazine, and many local writers from Xi'an came to visit him.

Among them is Jia Pingwa.

Jiang Xian and Jia Pingwa also know each other.

At that time, a symposium was held in Beijing, and he told unofficial history to a group of writers, including Jia Pingwa. Both of them were deeply impressed by it.

In this way, Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, the "three horses" of Shaanxi literary world, and Jiang Xian came together.

The “three horses” each have their own characteristics.

Because Lu Yao was from northern Shaanxi, he explored the vast area of ​​northern Shaanxi where agricultural civilization and nomadic civilization were combined.

Chen Zhongshi is from Guanzhong, and exploring the folk customs and culture of Guanzhong is his interest.

Jia Pingwa's hometown is in southern Shaanxi, and most of his novels are based on real and contemporary life in southern Shaanxi.

These three people have their own unique personalities.

Jia Pingwa was the youngest and seemed relatively simple. When he saw Lu Yao carrying around good cigarettes and coffee, he was particularly envious of his luxurious life.

"Let's go climb Mount Huashan," Jia Pingwa suggested.

Jiang Xian didn't say anything, but Lu Yao said it didn't matter whether he went or not.

Chen Zhongshi tried to refuse, saying that he was old and his legs were not good, so he could not climb.

"Comrade Jiang Xian's visit is such a rare opportunity. Let's go on a field trip together," Jia Pingwa tried his best to persuade.

This is the advantage of being a writer.

If you ask them where to go for fun, they will usually make a mature and calm excuse, but if you change the word "fun" to "collect folk songs", they will immediately no longer resist.

After all, how can scholars' affairs be called playing?

Chen Zhongshi was quickly persuaded by Jia Pingwa. Jiang Xian was a guest, so he thought it would be okay to visit Mount Huashan. Some editors from Yanhe magazine also discussed going together.

Jiang Xian thought that the trip to Mount Huashan would be a pleasant one with the "three horses" of Shaanxi literary world traveling with him, but Jia Pingwa caused trouble.

As departure was approaching, Jiang Xian, Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao waited for Jia Pingwa for a while, but someone brought a message saying that Jia Pingwa would not go.

It was clearly planned, but you just don't want to go?
Jiang Xian thought, could it be that Jia Pingwa was secretly writing the manuscript for them while they were out playing?

Probably not.

The schedule was tight, and since Jia Pingwa said he couldn't go, Jiang Xian and his friends had no choice but to go to Huashan for three days as planned.

Jiang Xian had just returned from three days of traveling in Huashan with the "two carriages" when he heard that Jia Pingwa had gotten into trouble and almost lost his life.

The three of them hurried to visit Jia Pingwa and inquire about the situation. Jia Pingwa just wiped his tears aggrievedly and handed them a letter titled "Farewell Words".

What are last words? They are words spoken before death, which is equivalent to a suicide note.

Jiang Xian and the others were shocked.

When I opened the letter, I found that it first described the grievances between Jia Pingwa and his wife, then wrote about his guilt for his parents' upbringing, and finally explained that the 4,000 yuan in royalties he had saved must be left for his daughter's schooling and must not be used for other purposes.

Well, this daughter is Comrade Qianqian.

Jiang Xian and the others were shocked and thought that Jia Pingwa was going to commit suicide. However, when they asked, they found out that Jia Pingwa was quicker than they thought and had committed suicide long ago.

What's going on?
Let’s go back to before the trip to Mount Huashan.

Everyone agreed on a date to set off that day. As soon as Chen Zhongshi gave the notice and left, Jia Pingwa could no longer sit still and urged his wife, who was packing her things, to hurry up.

Jia Pingwa's wife is Han Junfang.

As departure approached, Han Junfang cooked some eggs, intending to take them to eat on the mountain.

But Jia Pingwa was in a hurry to set off, so he said: "Let's not cook the eggs yet. Everyone should bring food with them. We can eat other people's food when we go up the mountain."

Han Junfang refused.

"How can that be done?"

She thought, the eggs have already been cooked, and it will take several days to go to Mount Huashan, so won’t the eggs be spoiled by the time they get back?
What a waste.

Jia Pingwa is a little bit famous.

In a hurry, he found a cleaning rod and poked the coal stove, trying to fiddle with the fire so that the eggs would cook faster.

Unfortunately, he was in a hurry and was a little too hasty, so he accidentally overturned the stove.

It’s over now, I can’t boil the eggs.

Seeing the situation, Jia Pingwa simply said, "Forget it, let's go."

As a result, Han Junfang still couldn't bear to part with the eggs. She ignored Jia Pingwa's advice and took the eggs to her neighbor's wood stove to continue cooking.

This really angered Jia Pingwa.

It would have been fine if it was the first time, but why did you have to go to the neighbor’s house to cook after the coal stove broke down?
When he thought that Jiang Xian and the others were still waiting for him, and that he had no authority as the head of the family.

Jia Pingwa was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He scooped a bucket of cold water, rushed directly to his neighbor's house, and poured the cold water on the neighbor's stove.

The cold water was poured on the stove and also on Han Junfang's heart.

However, instead of soaking her, it was like pouring cooking oil, igniting the anger in her heart.

The couple then started arguing loudly.

After a fierce quarrel with Han Junfang, Jia Pingwa wrote this "running book" in anger.

Then he went back into the house, took off the light bulb and touched it with his hand, trying to electrocute himself.

Fortunately, he was standing at the time, so even though he was knocked down, only his arm was injured and he was not seriously injured. Jia Pingwa was able to save his life.

"You too, are already an old man, why are you still so impulsive in doing things?" While Chen Zhongshi was feeling fortunate, he did not forget to teach Jia Pingwa a lesson.

"She's going to make me die of anger." Jia Pingwa wiped his tears, still feeling aggrieved.

Jiang Xian was also surprised. Jia Pingwa's writing reveals rationality, but she didn't expect that he has such a bad temper.

"Where is my sister-in-law?" He glanced at the house.

"I went back to the village to live." Jia Pingwa replied.

"Big." At this time, a little girl came out from the inner room, looking at these people in confusion, not knowing what to do.

"Da" means father in the Northwestern dialect. People in the Northwest only have one word to address their father, which is "Da".

"Is this your daughter?" Jiang Xian asked.

Jia Pingwa wiped the corners of his eyes and nodded, "My daughter, Qianqian, is over two years old this year, not yet three."

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Jiang Xian felt it was quite strange.

Look at that little ugly girl.

Uh, Jia Qianqian, still Jia Qianqian who is less than three years old.

Obviously at this age, he is not going to write about shit, piss and fart in his poems, but he is definitely playing with shit, piss and fart.

Although Jiang Xian knew about his daughter's famous deeds, he couldn't do anything at this moment.

If Jia Pingwa's daughter was 20 years old or in her teens, Jiang Xian could still criticize her literary works.

The child is less than three years old. No matter what he does, he is just bullying a child.

"Call me Beibei." Jia Pingwa picked up the little girl.

His daughter learned a sentence, and Jia Pingwa pointed at Jiang Xian and corrected him, "This is not beibei, this is dada." beibei means uncle older than father, and dada means uncle younger than father. Jiang Xian is younger than Jia Pingwa, so he is called dada.

Jiang Xian secretly sighed, this was another niece he had after Wang Anyi.

"Junfang left you and Qianqian at home?" Chen Zhongshi asked.

Jia Pingao nodded, his face showing bitterness, "I can't live like this anymore."

"You two should each take a step back."

Jiang Xian advised: "Both of you are wrong in this matter, but I want to tell you, Comrade Jia Pingwa, you are already in your early thirties, how can you still have a childish temper?

You should know that a wife's duty is to be frugal and manage the household. Not wasting eggs is the right thing to do. As for the electric shock, that is even more stubborn and inappropriate. "

Jiang Xian caught Jia Pingwa and gave him a good scolding.

Although he is younger than Jia Pingwa, because of his outstanding achievements in the literary world, Jia Pingwa instinctively regards him as a literary predecessor. Therefore, he did not feel any emotion and lowered his head to accept Jiang Xian's criticism.

What's more, what Jiang Xian said made sense.

"You should listen carefully to Comrade Jiang Xian's report. You wouldn't be like this after that," Lu Yao said.

Jia Pingwa was puzzled, "What report?"

"The title is: Long Live Understanding."

“Long live understanding.”

Jia Pingwa murmured and repeated it twice.

Chen Zhongshi's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh, "That's right! Long live understanding! The most precious thing between husband and wife is understanding!

Xiao Jia, you just don't understand Xiao Han, you should really listen to this report carefully."

Chen Zhongshi said that he also became interested in "Long Live Understanding". "Where was this reportage published?"

"It was a report organized by Jiang Xian at Yanda University and even in Beijing." Lu Yao had just returned from Beijing and was familiar with the situation. "You didn't go to Beijing, so you don't know how big a sensation "Long Live Understanding" was in Beijing. The scene was a complete grand occasion."

"Where can I get another chance to see it?" Jia Pingwa asked.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask Comrade Jiang Xian to help me with this."

"Xinhua Bookstore should have it. The reportage work "Long Live Understanding" has been published."

Lu Yao was speaking when Jiang Xian interrupted him.

He didn't want to organize a report with Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa alone.

"After the lecture at Yanda University, the response was very good, so the comrades from Xinhua News Agency proposed an idea to publish this reportage for me. The content is very comprehensive and more extensive than what I have said in person."

"Published by Xinhua News Agency?"

Jia Pingwa was filled with envy when he heard this.

Being published by Xinhua News Agency means that in the eyes of Xinhua News Agency editors, this article is of a level that can be published in top publications such as People's Daily and Semi-Monthly Talks, or even higher.

Both Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa were itching to go there, so they immediately headed to the old Xinhua Bookstore in Xi'an, northeast of the Bell Tower.

This is the largest bookstore in the Northwest region. It is the bookstore business building with the largest area, the most and the most complete types of books in the Northwest region. It is responsible for the book distribution work in the entire Northwest region.

Because it is located in the northeast corner of the bell tower, it is also called the Bell Tower Bookstore.

Jiang Xian followed Chen Zhongshi and the others into the bookstore. The interior area was quite large.

When buying books now, you don’t choose them yourself, but ask the salesperson to help you get the books across the counter.

"Teacher Chen Zhongshi!"

The salesperson was a young female lesbian. After recognizing Chen Zhongshi, she covered her mouth in surprise and was as excited as if she had met a celebrity on the street.

"you know me?"

"You forgot that you held a book signing event in our bookstore."

"Haha."

Chen Zhongshi looked back at the few people and smiled a little proudly.

"What do you need?" The salesperson is very dedicated and does not forget his job while chasing his idol.

Just as Chen Zhongshi was about to speak, a gentle-looking female comrade in a Zhongshan suit rushed over and grabbed the salesperson's hand.

"Comrade, do you still have 'Long Live Understanding'?"

The salesperson glanced at Chen Zhongshi and said, "Lady, I'll help him first."

"It's okay, let this female comrade buy it first." Chen Zhongshi said with a kind face and very polite words.

The female comrade was also understanding and knew that she had cut in line with someone else, so she looked embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just too anxious. I've already gone to several newspaper outlets for this copy of 'Long Live Understanding', but they either didn't have it or it was sold out. It's too hard to buy."

Seeing that he happened to meet a female comrade who also bought "Long Live Understanding", Chen Zhongshi became interested and started chatting with her.

The woman explained that she was a worker and today she happened to hear a friend telling a story she read in "Long Live Understanding". She was very moved after listening to it and really wanted to buy the book and read it herself.

Unexpectedly, she went to many places but couldn't find the book, so she came to the Bell Tower Bookstore which was far away from her residence.

Chen Zhongshi said to the salesperson, "Like this female comrade, I want a copy of Long Live Understanding."

The woman thought it was a coincidence and asked, "You're buying this book too?"

"Yes."

Chen Zhongshi smiled and glanced at Jiang Xian behind him, explaining, "I heard that this is Comrade Jiang Xian's work. I like his work very much and want to find it to read."

"Oh, you are Comrade Jiang Xian's reader."

The woman blinked and sighed, "Comrade Jiang Xian is a good writer. He is different from other writers. He has a conscience and knows what he should write. That's why he can write such a good novel like "The Wreath."

"Yes."

Chen Zhongshi nodded, glanced at Jiang Xian behind him, and all his previous smugness disappeared in an instant.

There was no prior arrangement, all this happened by chance. The woman's heartfelt praise for Jiang Xian showed that Jiang Xian's writing truly touched the hearts of the people.

This is a state that every writer envies.

After the salesperson brought "Long Live Understanding", I took a look and found that it was indeed published by Xinhua News Agency's Xinhua Publishing House.

Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa read the book and were deeply moved.

It is not only for the qualities of the soldiers on the border, but also for the thoughts and concepts proposed by Jiang Xian.

"I understand now. I should apologize to Xiao Han. I didn't understand her." The bad-tempered Jia Pingwa finally no longer felt aggrieved at this moment.

Chen Zhongshi found it incredible.

He talked for a long time, but Jia Pingwa still did his own thing.

After reading Jiang Xian's article, Jia Pingwa figured it out and no longer felt aggrieved.

It can be seen that Jiang Xian not only has the ability to discover the essence, but can also convey his feelings to the public through his own summary and refinement, triggering the public's thinking.

Chen Zhongshi inexplicably thought of Mr. Lu Xun.

At this moment, one cannot say that he saw some of Lu Xun's shadow in Jiang Xian.

But Jiang Xian, who is so young, is indeed moving towards becoming such a writer.

(End of this chapter)