1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 339: Little Majesty
The next morning, Jiang Xian had just finished breakfast when reporters from major newspapers and magazines came to visit him.

Among them was his old friend Pan Ying, a reporter for China Youth Daily.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, congratulations! How do you feel now? Are you very happy?"

Jiang Xian thought about it, and finally said four words with a smile:
"The sky is clear."

"Come, sit down and have some tea."

He poured Pan Ying a cup of hot tea, and Pan Ying looked at him with a look of relief on her face.

She also watched Jiang Xian grow up, from the young writer on the court of the "Beijing Literature" guesthouse to the young writer he is today, who is full of honors.

"He is truly the Red Hare among horses and Lü Bu among men."

"Reporter Pan, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Xian was not happy.

"Although I submit my articles to many magazines, you can't say I am Lu Bu."

"Hahaha."

Pan Ying smiled and said, "You are so humorous. I meant that you are as brave as Lu Bu. Don't get me wrong."

After chatting for a while, Pan Ying asked Jiang Xian about his reaction after winning the award.

Jiang Xian picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and said with a smile:

"I was buying vegetables at the market that day, wondering whether to buy expensive tomatoes or cheap eggplants. At that moment, my editor at People's Literature, Comrade Wang Fu, came to me and informed me that I had won the award.

I turned around and said to the salesman proudly: "The most expensive tomatoes, two kilograms!"

"Haha." Pan Ying was amused by Jiang Xian's story of buying tomatoes. "You are really different from some of the literary predecessors I have met."

"Are you saying I'm vulgar?"

"No, no." Pan Ying waved his hand.

"That means I'm flamboyant."

"No, I really didn't mean that."

"Oh, it's nothing, actually."

Jiang Xian said frankly:
"I am very happy to have won the award. It is a recognition of my novel. Why should I be happy?

Of course, I have to say that the purpose of writing is not for any award, but the meaning of the award is recognition.

When a writer is creating, his spirit is free and his imagination runs wild, but the writer himself still lives in the world. If he wins an award and says that he doesn't care about the award, it may seem noble, but in fact it is pretentious.

My attitude is: if I win an award, I will be happy; if I don’t, I won’t be discouraged; if I win an award, I will continue to write.

Writing is my interest and my mission. I will always love literature and believe in readers. "

The more Pan Ying listened, the brighter her eyes became, and at the end she couldn't help but applaud Jiang Xian.

"That's great! You said it very well!"

With this kind of thinking and awareness, how could it be that person who won the award and not someone else?

Pan Ying interviewed for a while and then left because someone from the film studio came over again.

The person who came was also an old acquaintance of Jiang Xian, Liu Yanchi, the literary editor of Beijing Film Studio, who was the mother of Director Chen.

"Deputy Director Jiang." Liu Yanchi greeted Jiang Xian. After all, Jiang Xian was the deputy editor-in-chief of "Film Literature", which was considered deputy director level in the Literature Department of Beijing Film Studio, and was Liu Yanchi's leader.

"Sit, sit."

Liu Yanchi and Jiang Xian were not estranged. They sat down to drink a cup of tea and said with a smile, "We are all from our own factory. I won't hide anything from you."

Her purpose of coming back this time is very clear: to remake "Furong Town"!
As one of the winners of the Mao Dun Literature Prize, "Furong Town" has never been adapted into a movie and has never had the chance to hit the big screen.

Another award-winning work, "Xu Mao and His Daughters", was remade by the Beijing Film Studio and the Bayi Film Studio. The success it achieved after its release is obvious to all.

The Beijing Film Studio had experienced the competition with the Bayi Film Studio last time, so this time it naturally had to act in advance and win the adaptation rights of "Furong Town" as quickly as possible.

And it is not difficult to obtain the adaptation rights.

After all, Jiang Xian’s relationship with Beijing Film Studio is there.

If "Furong Town" is not given to our Beijing Film Studio, will it be given to outsiders?
Feeling that this matter could be easily accomplished, Liu Yanchi confidently volunteered to the Department of Literature.

"As you know, Director Jiang had the idea a long time ago to adapt "Furong Town" into a movie," Liu Yanchi said.

"Director Jiang Huaiyan, well, he told me about "Furong Town" a long time ago."

Jiang Xian also remembered this incident. At that time, "Furong Town" was still published in installments in "People's Literature". After Jiang Huaiyan read it, he talked to him about changing "Furong Town".

"Director Jiang Huaiyan admired my novel very much and talked to me a lot. At that time, I also wanted to let our own studio shoot Furong Town, but..."

Jiang Xian paused here and said, "Furong Town is a novel I published in 79, which was three years ago, not to mention that it will be 12 in December.

I remember when the novel had just been published, I really wanted to film it for the factory, but Director Jiang also said that we should change the filming method.

But Comrade Yan Chi, look.

I waited for three years.

It’s been three years, and the factory hasn’t given me any news about starting filming.

I thought, if I agree to it again this time, and wait another three years, then I wonder if my novel can be filmed in my lifetime?"

Jiang Xian's words were very clever.

As a person from Beijing Film Studio, if "Furong Town" was not handed over to the studio, it would indeed be easy for the studio to talk about it, not to mention that Jiang Huaiyan had mentioned this matter to him a long time ago.

But what Jiang Xian said.

You see, it’s not that we don’t want to shoot for our factory.

It was really three years later and another three years.

I’m scared of waiting!

In short, it was your Beijing Film Studio that wronged me first, so don’t accuse me, Jiang Xian, of being a traitor.

"This this"

Liu Yanchi was stunned.

She had never expected to get such a response from Jiang Xian.

Now looking at Jiang Xian.

Then how can he still be a person?

It was a completely white lotus, so white, moist and clean.

Liu Yanchi started to panic.

She has signed a military agreement with the Department of Literature, so how can she let this matter fall on her hands?

He hurriedly persuaded her earnestly: "Director Jiang, didn't we put it into the plan before? Don't worry this time, the factory will definitely pay attention to it."

"Comrade Yan Chi, I understand. You see, time is tight today, and I also need some time to think about it." Jiang Xian said.

"Ah, okay."

Liu Yanchi stood up nervously, "Then please think about it carefully. I will wait for your news."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Jiang Xian's face was full of warm smiles.

He was reluctant to hand over "Furong Town" to the Beijing Film Studio. Compared to the Beijing Film Studio, he would rather give it to the Shanghai Film Studio and to Xie Jin.

After all, "Furong Town" directed by Xie Jin is too classic. Jiang Xian doesn't believe that any other director can make a better film than Xie Jin.

Among the third generation directors, Jiang Xian would like to work more with Xie Jin. He admires this director and is of course willing to help him achieve success. This is also a win-win situation for him and Xie Jin.

Although Xie Jin is famous, it is actually not easy for him to survive in the Shanghai Film Studio.

Many people dislike him and exclude him.

After the Buzz Buzz ended, many people said that Xie Jin should never be used again because he had acted in model operas and "Spring Seedlings", and some of the people involved were even his friends.

Including the past few years, Xie Jin worked very hard at the Shanghai Film Studio but was rarely praised. One year he was named a model worker, but many people raised objections and were very opposed to it.

Several people came to Jiang Xian's house again. He finally had some free time to write an award speech. Then the sisters Zhu Lin and Zhu Hong came back.

"Sister, slow down, slow down." Zhu Hong was startled and protected Zhu Lin. "Brother-in-law, come quickly."

"What's the fuss?"

Jiang Xian came out of his study slowly. "How is it? What did the doctor say?"

"Brother-in-law, you don't know anything." Zhu Hong was about to speak when she was stopped by Zhu Lin.

She sat on the sofa and coughed lightly.

Zhu Hong immediately understood, "Sister, brother-in-law, you guys chat, I'm going back to school. No, I want to go home first."

"Leaving now?"

Jiang Xian felt strange for a moment, and when he saw Zhu Hong pushing the door and leaving, he looked at Zhu Lin again.

"What's going on?" "Jiang Xian."

Zhu Lin sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, and a solemn look appeared on her pretty face.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xian noticed something and sat down next to her.

Zhu Lin hugged his strong arms, leaned her head gently on Jiang Xian's shoulder, and a hint of warmth flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.

"You're going to be a dad."

"Ok?"

Zhu Lin murmured for a while, but Jiang Xian didn't hear clearly. He raised his head and his eyes met Zhu Lin's.

"What did you say?"

"I said."

Zhu Lin's lips curled up slightly, "You're going to be a father."

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Jiang Xian was stunned for a moment.

On the day when the Mao Dun Literature Prize results were announced, he bought two kilograms of tomatoes and took them home, and had egg and tomato noodles for lunch.

But he didn't feel any difference from usual. It was indeed the same, without any distinction. Eggs were eggs and tomatoes were tomatoes. Things would not change internally due to changes in external things.

But when Zhu Lin said this to him, Jiang Xian's bowl of tomato and egg noodles suddenly became different. The eggs were not eggs, and the tomatoes were not tomatoes.

Everything will become different with the arrival of a new life.

"I'm a father?"

After a moment of trance, Jiang Xian placed his hand on Zhu Lin's belly with slight trembling.

It’s like wherever you put your palm, you can feel a new life.

In his two lives, this was the first time he was happy to be a father. For some reason, his eyes became moist and he sat next to Zhu Lin and grinned foolishly.

In Her Majesty's belly.

There is a little Majesty.

"How long?"

"One month."

Zhu Lin wiped the corner of his eyes and said, "I felt it last night. I haven't had my period for a long time. I thought this might be the reason. Everyone says that you won't have your period after you have it, but I was afraid that this would not be the result and that I would make you happy for nothing, so I didn't dare to tell you."

"What are you afraid of? We know each other well." Jiang Xian said with a sigh.

He didn't even realize that morning sickness was such an obvious reaction.

Perhaps it was because his attention was entirely on the Mao Dun Literature Prize during this period, and he did not think about this aspect.

"Boy or girl?"

"You are stupid, how can you know now?"

Zhu Lin smiled and patted his arm, "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

“I like girls.

Boys are OK, but girls are better."

"Others prefer boys to girls, why do you prefer girls to boys?"

“Can I be the same as them?
And I have a feeling that it must be a girl, a young girl."

"Virtue."

Zhu Lin glanced at him and chuckled, "How could you know? Even the doctor doesn't know."

"Of course I know. I'm her father, and I'm connected to her heart. We have a connection."

Jiang Xian felt extremely happy just thinking about having a big emperor and a small emperor by his side in the future.

"Ouch, stop touching me."

Zhu Lin took his big hand away from her belly. "What did you do at home all day? How's the award speech going?"

“I haven’t written it yet.”

"Then hurry up and write it. The awards will be presented in a few days."

"No, I'm busy with other things."

"What are you doing?"

"Name my daughter."

Jiang Xian ran into the study excitedly and opened a Xinhua Dictionary printed by the Commercial Press in 79.

Zhu Lin couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

"As a great writer, you are so good at naming characters in your novels, but why do you have to look up a dictionary to name your daughter?"

"How can they be the same? No work is as precious as my little Majesty."

Jiang Xian is a complete daughter slave, but at this moment he can actually understand Brother Pingao a little bit. He really can't help but spoil his daughter.

Zhu's father and mother, as well as Jiang Xian's parents, came over immediately after hearing the news.

They had been looking forward to it for a long time, and finally Zhu Lin became pregnant with the next generation. They were all so relieved.

Jiang Xian's mother Rao Yuemei immediately said, "We can't live here anymore. We have to go up and down the three-story building every day. What if something happens?"

As soon as Rao Yuemei made the announcement, the rest of the elders all agreed.

In the end, it was decided to let Zhu Lin move back to the courtyard in Jingshan East, so that Rao Yuemei could help take care of her.

Jiang Xian had no objection either.

Men are always men, and they are not as meticulous as women. He would feel more at ease if his mother took care of Zhu Lin.

He was just happy about becoming a father when the Mao Dun Literature Prize jury came to him.

I went to him to ask about his speech for the award ceremony.

Of course, things like speeches need to be reviewed in advance before the awards are presented.

Sometimes you also need to listen to the leadership's opinions and make some changes.

Jiang Xian smiled embarrassedly.

“I haven’t had time to write yet.”

"You haven't written it yet?"

The comrades from the Writers Association were now very anxious.

Jiang Xian is speaking as a representative writer this time, on behalf of the six award-winning writers, and has a heavy responsibility.

As a result, the award ceremony is about to begin, but the manuscript has not yet been written. This is really fucked up.

"Don't worry, I will write it as soon as possible." Jiang Xian also knew that the matter was serious. Although he only wanted to care about the little Majesty at the moment, since the comrades of the Writers Association and the jury of the Mao Dun Literature Prize trusted him and gave him the task of speaking, he could not let them down.

Reluctantly, he suppressed the excitement of becoming a father for the first time and quickly wrote a speech and submitted it to the Writers Association.

Time quickly came to December 12th.

That day, Jiang Xian got up early, combed his hair like an adult, then found the gray Zhongshan suit he had customized in Hongdu and put it on. He looked very straight and neat.

"How was it?" he asked.

Zhu Lin took a look and said, "Very energetic!"

Jiang Xian smiled, said hello to his parents, packed up his things, and headed towards the Great Hall.

The Mao Dun Literature Prize awarding ceremony was held in the Great Hall.

Nowadays, all the lakes have become tourist attractions, and the Great Hall is of course open to the public.

Admission fee is 20 cents per person.

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Fang Yu and his countless clones traveled through time!
Talent sharing, skill sharing, ability sharing.

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DC Fang Yu: God knows how I can live next door to the Joker, the difficulty of escaping from the Arkham Talent Market is too high!

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Longzhu Fang Yu: The good news is that I am in the era of Little Goku. The bad news is that I can’t even beat the audience of the World Martial Arts Tournament, and Master Roshi doesn’t even look at me.

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Several years later, someone commented on Fang Yu.

"He has walked through blood and tears all the way. He must hate evil!"

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