1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 338 Exploding Gold Coins

"That really overestimates me. How can I compare to Marquez?" Jiang Xian waved his hands and said modestly.

He also read Marquez's Nobel Prize acceptance speech, "The Solitude of Latin America."

Many people will read this speech specifically after reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

Because this is a general summary of Marquez's works.

Some people also say that this is an indispensable key for the world to interpret Marquez's theme of "loneliness".

There are too many golden sentences in it.

"In the face of oppression, plunder and abandonment, our answer is: survive."

“Neither floods, plagues, famines, disasters, nor endless, never-ending wars can defeat the tenacity of life, the advantage of life over death.”

"Latin America is unwilling and has no reason to become a pawn at the mercy of others, and we will not imagine that Western countries will wholeheartedly support our independent and unique development plan."

Undoubtedly, this is a famous piece of writing that has attracted worldwide attention.

And it gave the world a sick, isolated Latin America.

You should know that the people of Latin America have a classic saying:
“Too far from heaven, too close to America.”

"I think it won't be too late to wait until Jiang Xian stands on the Nobel Prize podium and then let him write a masterpiece comparable to "The Solitude of Latin America." Zhang Jie stepped forward to rescue Jiang Xian.

"Yes, I'll wait until you win the Nobel Prize!"

The living room was bustling with activity, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Xian, with a hint of anticipation on their faces.

How far can this best young writer in the country go in the future?
After every writer wins the Mao Dun Literature Prize, there are more or less some special ceremonies and interesting events.

After winning the Mao Dun Literature Prize, Jia Pingwa burned incense to the Buddha statue in the house, burned incense in front of his parents' portraits, and went to the street to eat a meal of mutton soup with steamed buns.

After receiving the award, Li Peifu smoked two more cigarettes and ate a bowl of stewed noodles.

Mo Yan asked himself to forget about this matter within 10 days.

The worst one was Lu Yao.

I also have to worry about the travel expenses to receive the award and the money to buy books.

Finally, he borrowed 5000 yuan from his brother, who gave him a way to avoid any worries: "Don't win any awards in the future. If you win the Nobel Prize in Literature, I won't be able to find foreign exchange."

Jiang Xian stopped burning incense.

He bought two kilograms of the most expensive tomatoes and had a meal of tomato and egg noodles.

In addition, as a student, since I have won the Mao Dun Literature Prize, I should also tell all the teachers about it.

Went out early this morning.

Zhu Lin was puzzled.

"Why go?"

"Exploding gold coins."

Jiang Xian first went to Shen Congwen's house.

Because I lived not far away, at No. 3 Qianmen East Street, which is the dormitory of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences behind the Xinqiao Hotel.

Shen Congwen moved to this new home two years ago. The conditions there are much better than those in the house in Dongtangzi Hutong.

In recent years, Shen Congwen's status and popularity in China have gradually improved.

His selected essays and novels finally have the opportunity to be republished.

"Now that you and your wife live together, it must be much more convenient for you to eat." Jiang Xian joked.

I remember that before, Shen Congwen lived separately from his wife Zhang Zhaohe. They ate at one house and stayed at another house, and it was quite difficult for them to have one meal every day.

Shen Congwen smiled.

"Eating is a small matter, but my book Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes has finally been published, and I can finally rest assured."

Shen Congwen spent 15 years writing the book "Research on Ancient Chinese Clothing".

Now it has finally been published, and even published overseas.

Speaking of overseas, we have to mention that even Shen Congwen himself doesn’t know how popular he is abroad.

He is now basically the most famous domestic writer overseas.

"Jiang Xian is here?" Zhang Zhaohe pushed the door open at this time.

"Mr. Zhang." Jiang Xian stood up and greeted him.

"Don't hold me back."

Zhang Zhaohe was very happy to see Jiang Xian. "I heard from my friends at People's Literature that your work won the Mao Dun Literature Prize. Congratulations!"

"I'm also quite lucky. Maybe if a few judges were replaced, I wouldn't have a chance to win." Jiang Xian said modestly.

"How can this be considered lucky?" Zhang Zhaohe said with a smile, "Your teacher Shen used to often praise me for your talent, saying that he was not as good as you, and that you did a great job in revising his Border Town, and he will be grateful to you for the rest of his life."

"Oh, this"

Jiang Xian looked shy and said, "I have also learned a lot from Teacher Shen. When I was writing "Furong Town", Teacher Shen gave me a lot of advice."

This is the truth, because the "Furong Town" written by Jiang Xian is not the original version, he made some changes based on the original work.

Shen Congwen helped him more than once. Later, when he wrote "Lychees in Chang'an", Jiang Xian often asked him for help in collecting inspiration.

"Jiang Xian, after I learned that you won the award, I wrote a piece of calligraphy and was planning to give it to you personally. It just so happened that you came here today," said Shen Congwen.

"Oh, how embarrassing!"

"Where are the words?"

Shen Congwen is not only a writer, but also a very skilled calligrapher, and he is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

As I said, sometimes I don’t know which literati writes better, and there is only one reason for this: the title of calligrapher is an insult to a literati.

Jiang Xian hadn't exploded yet, but Shen Congwen gave it to him on his own initiative, which made him feel embarrassed to ask for anything else.

"Teacher Shen, you are so polite." He couldn't wait to take the calligraphy from Shen Congwen.

When I unfolded it, it read:
"Writing can be humorous, but work must be done seriously. - Shen Congwen."

The brush strokes are vigorous, vigorous, calm and refreshing, with a slight touch of official script.

"That's great, that's great."

Jiang Xian likes it very much.

He put the calligraphy away, intending to frame it and place it in front of his desk.

Zhang Zhaohe played Jiang Xian again and had a meal at his home.

During the greetings, he couldn't help asking about Jiang Xian's future plans.

Jiang Xian honestly revealed that he would go to People's Literature in a while, and might go to the United States after that, but the details have not been finalized yet.

"To the United States?"

Shen Congwen adjusted his glasses and said, "That's great. I can go to developed countries to broaden my horizons and experience their culture."

Shen Congwen also said that he had been invited to give lectures in the United States last year.

"Oh, you're there too?"

Jiang Xian pondered.

It seems like everyone has been to the United States except him.

After taking a piece of calligraphy, Jiang Xian asked for a book called "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes" by Shen Congwen before saying goodbye.

Turn out from the front gate and go to Muxidi to visit Cao Yu.

The person who opened the door was still Cao Yu's daughter Wan Fang.

"Senior Sister Wan." Jiang Xian greeted her.

"Jiang Jiangxian, you're here." Wan Fang replied.

Wan Fang looked at Jiang Xian with a dazed look.

She remembered that once upon a time, when Jiang Xian came to her house for the first time, she was still a bit arrogant in front of Jiang Xian.

After all, in her family, there are many young and talented people, and Jiang Xian is just one of them.

Even after Jiang Xian corrected her article, she got angry at him and didn't care about Jiang Xian's suggestions at all.

Now.

Wan Fang could no longer show any pride in front of Jiang Xian.

The young man had grown to the point where she had to look up to him.

Even in front of him, Wan Fang would involuntarily feel a sense of restraint.

This feeling was often felt when she followed her father to meet some well-known predecessors in the literary world. "I heard that you won the Mao Dun Literature Prize. Congratulations." She whispered to Jiang Xian to congratulate him.

"Thank you."

Jiang Xian replied in a neither light nor heavy tone.

This attitude made Wan Fang feel a little disappointed.

She couldn't help but think of the previous rift between her and Jiang Xian.

She had the opportunity to get along well with Jiang Xian before.

Unfortunately, she herself ruined this opportunity.

Jiang Xian had no idea that Wan Fang had so many things in his mind, and he didn't care about it. He greeted Cao Yu respectfully.

"Teacher Cao!"

"Mr. Jiang."

Cao Yu stood up to greet him. He came from a wealthy family and was very hospitable to guests.

"Wan Fang, pour the tea."

"Hey."

Wan Fang left quietly.

At Cao Yu's invitation, Jiang Xian sat down on the sofa, asked about Cao Yu's health, and immediately talked about the Mao Dun Literature Prize.

“I heard you won a prize.”

"I am also quite lucky. I have written more novels, which gives me an advantage over others."

"Then this advantage is also created by you."

Cao Yu said, "When Mao Gong was alive, I heard him say that writers like you who are willing to bend down and work hard on novels should be encouraged and rewarded, because writing novels is not an easy task.

Now that you have really won this award, I think Mr. Mao will be very happy for you."

Wan Fang poured tea for the two of them, and Cao Yu mentioned the recent grand performance of "The World's Number One Restaurant" in Shanghai. According to the feedback written by the crew, it can be said that it caused a sensation among drama fans all over Shanghai.

"What did you bring?" Cao Yu noticed the words Jiang Xian brought.

Jiang Xian was just worrying about not having a breakthrough point. Hearing this, he chuckled and unfolded the calligraphy. "I just came from Mr. Shen Congwen. He heard that I won the award, so he wrote a calligraphy for me."

Cao Yu looked at it carefully and could not help but nod his head in admiration, "Mr. Shen's handwriting is very beautiful and of high standard."

Jiang Xian nodded and said, "I heard that Mr. Cao's calligraphy is also unique, but I have never had the opportunity to see it."

He has a clear mind.

The calligraphy works of Cao Yu, the "Shakespeare of the East", are also unique. In later generations, his calligraphy works were frequently auctioned and the prices set new highs.

After hearing Jiang Xian's words, Cao Yu could no longer fail to understand Jiang Xian's intention to ask for a calligraphy, and he laughed happily.

"My calligraphy is not as good as Mr. Shen's, but since you want it, I will give you a piece of calligraphy today."

"Oh, thank you Teacher Cao!"

Jiang Xian quickly followed Cao Yu to the study.

Cao Yu took out a piece of rice paper, thought for a moment, and quickly wrote down two words:

“Endeavor.”

Jiang Xian leaned over to take a look. The handwriting was slender and long, the muscles were strong, and the spirit was full. It could be described as "full of ink, elegant and lively."

After writing these two words, he wrote in small font next to it "In Memory of Comrade Jiang Xian", and then left his name and the date.

"Open the door, too open!"

While Jiang Xian was flattering the emperor, he was holding a corner of the rice paper, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it from him.

Cao Yu smiled.

"My handwriting is very poor. This is just a small gift. It is not a respectful gesture."

"You're welcome. This gift is too valuable." Jiang Xian said with a smile.

He felt extremely satisfied.

Except for Lu Xun, Guo Moruo and Lao She, the calligraphy of all the contemporary literary masters who are still alive has been collected.

He had another meal at Cao Yu's house before going back. Before leaving, Cao Yu arranged for Wan Fang to see him off.

Wan Fang followed him into the elevator.

When there were only two people left in the elevator, Wan Fang felt a little awkward.

I want to say something to others, but I'm afraid that my words will be too low-level and embarrassing if they are spoken out.

Fortunately, Jiang Xian is an e person.

It is better for people to fall into the sea than for words to fall to the ground.

Chatting here and there.

"You haven't found a partner yet?"

"Ah."

"Hey, love is a big deal, you have to pay more attention to it, how about I introduce you to someone?"

".No."

After chatting with Wan Fang for a few words, Jiang Xian patted his butt and left.

Wan Fang watched him walk for a while, then sighed at last, but felt like there was still some breath left in his heart.

If I look for a partner in the future, I must find someone better than Jiang Xian!
When Jiang Xian got home, his sister-in-law Zhu Hong was also at his house. When she saw him, she rushed over excitedly.

"Brother-in-law, you won the Mao Prize!"

"Well, how did you get here?"

"I-I'm really happy for you." Zhu Hong stuck out her tongue.

Zhu Lin exposed it mercilessly.

"She, several classmates asked her to come and ask you for an autograph."

Then he started to criticize Zhu Hong again, "You're always causing trouble for your brother-in-law."

Zhu Hong was not angry after being exposed. She smiled and explained:
"Sister, you can't say that to me. I've been very low-key in school and never used the banner of my brother-in-law. The only people who know about this are my closest friends."

Zhu Lin said coldly, "Zhu Hong, I'm warning you, don't let me hear that you're getting into trouble under the name of your brother-in-law."

"Don't worry." Zhu Hong agreed, looking obedient.

Jiang Xian smiled and pressed Zhu Lin's shoulder, "Okay, just sign an autograph. Have you eaten yet?"

"I just ate. I don't have much appetite." Zhu Lin had just finished speaking when her face turned pale and she bent down and retched for a long time.

Jiang Xian quickly supported her.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"do not know."

Zhu Lin raised her head weakly and stood up straight.

"Sit down first." Jiang Xian helped her sit on the sofa.

"Sister, are you okay?" Zhu Hong quickly picked up the thermos and poured a cup of hot water for Zhu Lin.

"Here, drink some water."

Jiang Xian handed the cup to her and touched her forehead. "It's been cold these days, and the temperature is low. Did you catch a cold?"

"possible"

Zhu Lin leaned on Jiang Xian's shoulder, her little face still a little pale.

"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

"No, I can go by myself. Aren't you still busy writing the award speech?"

"I'll write that when I have time. Besides, it's just a prize. It's not as important as a wife."

"Really, you don't need to. You have so many things to do before the award ceremony, and so many people want to see you."

Zhu Lin refused to let Jiang Xian accompany her, so Zhu Hong immediately volunteered.

"Brother-in-law, you take care of your business. I'll just accompany my sister to the hospital."

Jiang Xian had no choice but to agree.

"Then you can stay at home today. You can accompany your sister there tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)