1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 328 "Yanhe" is under review!

"where?"

After hearing Wu Kelu confirm the name of the unit again, Jiang Xian was immediately stunned.

"What am I going to say there? I'm not qualified."

"Don't worry about that."

Wu Kelu beamed with joy: "A few days ago, the Secretariat over there called Xinhua News Agency and said that the leaders had seen the internal reference our reporter wrote about "Long Live Understanding" and were very interested in it. They wanted to invite you to come to Haizi to give a talk.

The leaders also specifically asked me to tell you that they are not asking you to review it, but for the leaders to receive education.”

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Jiang Xian had never expected things to turn out like this.

He quickly made preparations, and someone came to inform him immediately, and someone also visited him at home. This was normal, they wanted to investigate his identity and find out whether he was a legitimate person.

Of course, Jiang Xian had never been to such a unit, so he found someone who had been there to ask what he should pay attention to.

"Looking for you to report?"

Wang Meng was surprised, and then immediately overjoyed, "That's good. I think your transfer will be smooth."

"What's the connection?"

Wang Meng smiled and said, "You don't understand. Not to mention being transferred, I'm afraid that even the demons and monsters that attack you in the literary world will quickly disperse on their own."

"Is it so magical?" Jiang Xian was a little surprised.

"Let me tell you about myself."

Wang Meng talked about the previous modernist criticism in the literary world. At that time, he was attacked most fiercely. He went there once. After he came out, the criticism and criticism against him disappeared like the ebb tide.

Jiang Xian thought about it briefly and immediately understood this truth.

If you can get in, it means you have been recognized by the leaders.

Anyone who criticizes or opposes at this time would be slapping the leader in the face.

One morning, a black Crown car quietly stopped downstairs of Jiang Xian's house.

The residents of No. 15 Hufang Road have long been accustomed to this.

"Hey, this car should be here to pick up the person on the third floor."

"Besides him, is there anyone else?"

"Where are you going now?"

"I do not know."

"Look, this car has a complicated license plate. I don't know who it belongs to."

Jiang Xian, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, got into the car very formally after being welcomed by several comrades.

Although this is not the first time I’ve ridden in a Crown car, this time it feels particularly different.

"Whose leader's car is this?" he asked specifically.

"This is Comrade Qiao Mu's special car." The staff member sitting in the back seat with him told him.

The driver also spoke at this time: "Comrade Jiang Xian, Comrade Qiao Mu specially arranged for us to drive his car to pick you up today."

Comrade Qiao Mu has always been keen on protecting and caring for young people in the literary world.

Jiang Xian heard Wang Meng say that he also took Comrade Qiao Mu's car when he entered this place.

As they were talking, the car had arrived at Chang'an Avenue.

Jiang Xian has been to Chang'an Avenue countless times, but this time, both the perspective and the mood are particularly different.

The main gate of Haizili is in the south and the back gate is in the north.

An open white gate with carved railings and painted buildings is surrounded by red walls on both sides. Guards are standing guard below, and they are tall and strong and look very energetic.

As soon as the car drove past, someone came over to check, confirmed the credentials, and then lined up neatly and saluted to welcome us.

The car continued to move forward. There was first a checkpoint when entering. After inspection, it passed another one, and then it went straight forward without any obstruction.

Well, everyone who has been here knows that the area here is very large and there is a lot of water. There is a Central Sea and a South Sea. The water surface area alone is more than 700 acres.

I heard that when we first moved in here, it was a mess with weeds everywhere. In addition, the water surface was large and not cleaned up, so there was a lot of sludge and mosquitoes flying around.

The weeds near Huairen Hall were more than one meter tall, and even the roof was covered with weeds.

The uncultivated pond water was black and purple, and dead leaves and waste paper covered the ground.

It's totally a super compound.

And this is not the worst thing. The most important thing is that there are often thieves visiting.

Later it was renovated into its present appearance, restoring the former splendor of a royal garden with luxuriant flowers and trees and a pool of clear water.

Jiang Xian looked out the window and found the beauty indescribable.

But beauty is nothing. The most outrageous thing is that he saw a large group of tourists near the South China Sea.

That’s right, tourists.

Some people even had guide maps in their hands!

Holding a guide map, they strolled along the South China Sea.

This year, 1982, it was opened to the people of the whole country.

Of course, it’s not completely open, only part of the outer area.

On weekends and holidays, people who come to Beijing for tourism can enter here through the small gate at No. 81 South Chang'an Street, and then visit buildings such as Yingtai, Jinggu, Yiniantang, Juxiang Book House, and Fengze Garden.

The General Office of the CPC Central Committee also carefully printed out guide maps for tourists, so that they can have ample time to stay in the open area, and can also buy some tobacco and alcohol specialties from the stores here to take back home and give to relatives. The ticket price is only 2 cents, which is very cheap, much cheaper than the tickets to places like the Forbidden City and the Old Summer Palace.

The only downside is that cameras are not allowed.

But lucky enough.

The "Eight Views of Yanjing" are the eight views designated by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty: Autumn Wind over Taiye Lake, Spring Shade over Qiongdao Island, Sunset over Jintai, Misty Trees over Jimen, Clear Snow on Western Hills, Yuquan Baotu, Morning Moon over Lugou Valley, and Greenery over Juyong Mountain.

Among them, the scene of "Taiye Autumn Wind" in Shuiyunxie is located in the lake.

Ordinary people may never see it in their lifetime.

But these tourists do have the opportunity to see all eight scenes.

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Jiang Xian looked outside. He didn't have the chance to come in in his previous life. But in this life, he had developed well and had the opportunity. He would try to come more often in the future.

When they arrived at the gate of a compound, Jiang Xian looked at the carved railings and painted buildings. After all, he had never been here before and couldn't tell which was which. He lowered his head and followed the people out of the car. He was taken to an ordinary reception room.

The layout is very simple, with a few tables and sofas.

Jiang Xian didn't dare to sit down and seemed a little restrained.

At this time, the comrade in the car laughed and said, "Xiao Jiang, don't be nervous. The leaders are very kind, especially young people like you. Just perform normally in a while."

"Hey."

He agreed.

After a while, several people from the Ministry of Culture arrived. These people often went to the Writers Association for meetings, and Jiang Xian was already familiar with them.

After greeting them, I met Comrade Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu shook hands with him, "Xiao Jiang, right?"

"Hello." "Okay, why don't you sit down?"

Everyone sat down first. Qiumu was very thin. He had fallen ill due to high-intensity work pressure and his stomach had been cut three-quarters.

"I heard that you recently wrote a new novel about the Anti-Japanese War. I was shocked. How could you write about the Anti-Japanese War when you are so young? But I heard that your writing is pretty good."

Jiang Xian said hurriedly: "Senior writers have written a lot about war themes, but we young writers will always stand on the historical stage. I think, even if we can't write well, we should not be afraid to write."

"Yes, your idea is correct."

Qiao Mu was very satisfied with Jiang Xian's words. He spoke very elegantly and said quietly: "Don't be afraid, write more articles, publish more articles, correct them when you make mistakes, and you will always make progress. But if you don't dare to try, you will never find a way out."

“I learn from you.”

Qiao Mu talked to Jiang Xian about some things he would be reporting later, basically telling him not to be nervous and to just speak carefully, just like before.

He also joked:
"This time, all of us old men are here to receive your education."

He stood up again and went to the small auditorium, which was usually used for meetings and as a "cinema" on weekends to show movies and collect ticket fees.

If you want to watch a movie, go to the ticket office in the lobby and buy a movie ticket. Ordinary movies are 20 cents a ticket, while long movies divided into two parts are 30 cents a ticket, which is basically the same as the market price outside.

But today, it was given to Jiang Xian to use in the "Long Live Understanding" organizational report.

Although he said he was calm, Jiang Xian couldn't help sweating profusely, with sweat rubbing against the back of his head.

But once he started talking about the report, he quickly got into the state.

The leaders also listened very carefully.

These people were exactly the same as the audience when Jiang Xian was giving a lecture on "Long Live Understanding" outside. They laughed and cried at times, and when they heard the exciting parts, they clapped and cheered even louder.

After the report, the relevant leaders instructed: "The photos shown are too small. Xinhua News Agency should put up two large ones."

Jiang Xian also received a small notebook as a souvenir with a gold-plated party emblem on the cover.

A leading comrade said to him earnestly: "I hope you will always adhere to the spirit of seeking truth from facts and make more contributions to the party's propaganda work!"

"Please rest assured, Party and organization!" Jiang Xian nodded repeatedly.

Now he took another look at the small notebook he had been given.

Is that a souvenir?

That was a page from his family tree!
This concludes the report.

Reporters were taking photos and taking notes. They would write a report on the event when they got back, and if nothing goes wrong it would appear in tomorrow's People's X Newspaper.

Jiang Xian was taken back home by car.

Zhu Lin couldn't hide her curiosity and asked him about the contents inside. Jiang Xian told her everything he saw.

"The South China Sea is very large, with a small island in the middle."

"And the island?"

“It’s Yingtai.

Didn’t Cixi imprison Emperor Guangxu, who advocated reform, and imprison him there? Later, when the Eight-Nation Alliance came, she took him with her and fled to the west. After she came back, she imprisoned him there again and kept him there until his death.

"Why do you look like a criminal?"

"This is the old society. It's not as good as our new society."

The next day, Jiang Xian’s report “Long Live Understanding” was reported by the People’s X Newspaper.

As one of the “two newspapers and one magazine”, People’s Daily is a book that Professor Zhu reads and studies every day.

Today, as he was reading, he saw a familiar name.

The old man adjusted his glasses and continued reading.

boom!
It was like being hit by a bomb.

Professor Zhu could hardly hold his jaw.

"Your uncle"

Who would believe this? His good son-in-law went to the lake to teach the leaders!
Looking at his colleagues, Professor Zhu raised the newspaper, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing and put the newspaper down.

There are some things that you just need to know in your heart and be happy about it secretly. There is no need to tell others about them, and it does no good at all.

So, with a strong desire to share, he would quickly return home with the newspaper rolled up after get off work.

He called his lover over and put the newspaper in front of her face.

"look."

"what's that?"

Doctor Liu looked puzzled and took it in his hand.

"what?"

Dr. Liu put down the newspaper, screamed, and almost jumped up.

"Is this our Jiang Xian?"

"Oh my god, this is terrible. You have never been to that place before."

Professor Zhu was used to Dr. Liu criticizing Jiang Xian, so he ignored his fragile heart and looked excited.

"What does this mean? This means that Jiang Xian is highly recognized by the higher-ups!"

"I saw a few days ago that many people published articles attacking him, saying that he had ideological problems and glorified bandits and vilified them."

"Humph, if it's really like what they said, would the leaders ask him to provide guidance and ideological education?"

"Impossible!"

Professor Zhu became more and more excited as he spoke. "Now I want to see what these people have to say."

"Look at you, getting angry at those articles and newspapers all day long."

Doctor Liu smiled, then thought of something, a worry appeared on his face, "Jiang Xian is getting more and more capable now. Who would have thought that he could write articles to this level? As parents, we just support him, but..."

She hesitated to speak, and wanted to say: After this, can our Zhu Lin still hold his heart?

Dr. Liu comes from an intellectual family, has a high level of education, and is very thoughtful. He knows very well that if there is a gap in status and cognition between a husband and wife, they will gradually be unable to integrate into the same world, and then estrangement and conflicts will arise.

How old is Jiang Xian? One moment he runs to the lake, the next he wants to be the deputy editor-in-chief of People's Literature.

With such achievements, can Zhu Lin really stand firm by his side?
As the news release in People's X Newspaper spread, the criticism that had been clearly directed at Jiang Xian suddenly disappeared.

It really gives me the feeling of "the golden monkey raises his powerful stick to clear away the dust in the jade sky".

Wang Meng went to the Personnel Bureau, and Jiang Xian's transfer procedures were surprisingly smooth. Who would believe that he was not affected by this trip to Haizili?
In short, the situation was moving in a good direction. Jiang Xian handed over the creative article that he had agreed to write to People's Literature. It was not long, only about three or four thousand words.

After reading it, Wang Fu thought it was very good and decided to publish it in the next issue of "People's Literature" to add fuel to the popularity of "Red Sorghum".

At the same time, Jiang Xian received another letter from Xi'an, which was sent by Lu Yao. The letter was generally about his health and sharing some interesting things that happened recently.

Jiang Xian read it several times and saw two words between the lines: urging for submission.

He smiled helplessly and had to put the writing of the manuscript in his mind on the agenda.

On a sunny afternoon, he spread out the green grid manuscript paper in front of his desk.

Filling his pen with ink, he picked up the pen and wrote on the first line:

The Last Hun

(End of this chapter)