1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 348 Flare

The long-unseen triggering of the system made Jiang Xian excited.

After successfully synthesizing the novel in his mind, Jiang Xian became a little confused again.

the reason is simple.

This is a foreign novel.

So he combined the original work and translations into multiple languages at one time.

“This is really a cap.”

Jiang Xian muttered to himself, feeling a little depressed about the content of the novel.

Although the synthesis sequence unlocked by the system each time is basically more in line with the current era.

But there is no doubt that compared with the domestic environment, this newly synthesized novel is more suitable for distribution abroad.

Jiang Xian was helpless.

He doesn't want to go abroad.

It’s a pity that these things happened one after another.

Whether it is the invitation from the "International Writing Program" or this newly synthesized novel, it all indicates that he needs to go abroad.

"Forget it, I'm not in a hurry to publish it." Jiang Xian chuckled twice, still not wanting to interrupt the current plan.

However, he also understood that although he was not in a hurry, there was a deadline and he had to publish it before that unlucky original author.

The next day, Yanjing Hotel called again, wanting to invite Jiang Xian to attend this year's Spring Festival Gala as an artistic consultant.

It was a good opportunity, but Jiang Xianwan declined it.

Than going there.

He still prefers to spend time with his family.

A few days before the New Year, many people came to visit Jiang Xian.

Representatives from various editorial departments, magazines, and literary editors from various film studios.

"Uncle, Jiang Xian has already handed in the few novels he could adapt, so why are we here to join in the fun?" The literary editor from Changchun Film Studio came to the outside of Jiang Xian's house with gifts.

"You are such a jerk!"

The sturdy man who was called uncle clenched his gloves and slapped the young man who asked him the question.

"Let me ask you, does Jiang Xian not write anything else besides novels? He doesn't just write novels!

Have you not seen "Cars and Drifters"? This movie won the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards last year, and the copies are selling so well. If we make good friends with them, they might write a script for us."

The young man covered his arm and groaned, "I have a position at the Beijing Film Studio, so if there is a script, the Beijing Film Studio will definitely be given priority."

The old uncle was furious, and he raised his gloves and slapped the guy. Not satisfied yet, he kicked him again.

"I get angry when I see your shameless look!"

"Move your rusty brain."

"If Jiang Xian is really that close to the Beijing Film Studio, then can Furong Town be given to the Shanghai Film Studio? Can The Chess King be given to the Shanghai Film Studio?"

The young man protected himself and muttered to himself at a volume that his uncle couldn't hear.

"Give it to Shanghai Film Studio, but they may not give it to us."

Such a scene is just a microcosm of Jiang Xian's family home.

Jiang Xian is busy receiving guests and gifts every day.

In the end, Rao Yuemei took a look at the things she had collected and was afraid that they would go bad and she would not be able to finish eating them.

"If you can't finish it, just share it with the neighbors." Jiang Xian said indifferently.

"That won't work?" Rao Yuemei said.

Just when Jiang Xian thought his mother was being narrow-minded, his mother said leisurely:
"When you are poor in the busy city, you have no one to care about you; when you are rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives."

"Isn't there an old saying? Poor people have no good friends, and rich people have no good neighbors."

"It's a peck of rice and a grudge. Even if we just leave it at home and let it go bad, we can't be so generous."

Jiang Xian thought it made sense.

Alas, human hearts are unpredictable. Just like what his mother said, it is better to have less trouble than more.

The twenty-ninth day of the lunar calendar.

At this critical juncture, the New Year atmosphere is already particularly strong.

Almost everyone in the city was running around.

Both sides of the street were crowded with small vendors selling couplets, almanacs, red socks and red shorts, candied fruits, white rabbit shrimp cakes, and even incense, candles and red paper for ancestor worship. It was a complete collection.

The farmers' market was even more lively. The live fish and shrimps were snatched up as soon as they came in. People were blocking the door as if they were risking their lives, making it impossible to get in.

Zhu Lin wanted to go out for a walk, but Jiang Xian was worried and didn't let her go out.

The reason is simple:
It's too dangerous with all the noise outside.

What's wrong?
Nowadays, children in Beijing are bold and familiar with the alleys.

These two groups of kids, who are from the same alley and usually don't get along with each other, are finally ready to fight at this critical moment.

It was like a kid from Xuanwu holding a firecracker, aiming at Chongwen, lighting it and letting it explode.

Chongwen also did the same thing, and both sides were ignited and fighting each other with a clanging sound.

From the grinding factory, Xiheyan, Dajiang, Xiaojiang, Xianyukou, Zhushikou, Tianqiao.
It's all these naughty kids.

They lit firecrackers and fired them back and forth as if they were in a fight.

Some people were afraid that the building would not collapse, so they put up stones and pushed them onto the street to cause it to collapse.

Jiang Xian went out for a walk and saw such scenes everywhere, with crackling sounds and flames everywhere. It was hard to imagine that this was the capital city.

In the blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Eve and the streets are suddenly deserted.

At noon, Zhu Lin's family also came over and the two families had a reunion dinner together.

Comrades Lao Zhu and Lao Jiang, after drinking a few glasses of wine, began to talk arm in arm, reminiscing about the good old days. When they talked about the moving parts, they could not help but burst into tears and cried bitterly.

The female members of the family were all speechless.

"Alas, these are two cultured people."

"Yeah yeah."

Zhu Hong bit her chopsticks and said, "These two who have been to college are not as good as my brother-in-law who has not been to college."

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Jiang Xian had no idea that he could be attacked like this.

He glanced secretly at his sister-in-law.

Good job, Zhu Hong.

Your brother-in-law loves you in vain!
He picked up a glass of wine and said, "Zhu Hong, how are your final grades? Did you pass all the subjects? Did you fail any of them?"

".Ah?" Zhu Hong was stunned.

Mother Zhu reminded: "Your brother-in-law is asking you a question."

Zhu Hong quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks, "Brother-in-law, I passed the exam."

"That's fine. Although I am free to go to university, I cannot give up my studies. We need to study for the rise of China."

"Yes."

Zhu's mother continued Jiang Xian's words, "You can't let up. You have to get to the top of the class. Look at where your ranking has dropped to now."

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Zhu Hong pouted, looking aggrieved. She was clearly enjoying her meal, but why was she suddenly lectured and criticized?

Jiang Xian drank about six taels of liquor at noon, and felt groggy in the afternoon, so he pulled the quilt over him and took a nap.

"Jiang Xian, Jiang Xian!"

"Eh."

When I got up from the quilt, I saw Rao Yuemei leading the neighbor's aunt and a piece of red paper.

"I know you have good handwriting. Your Aunt Chun wants you to write a couplet."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Jiang Xian found a pen and ink and quickly wrote "People are full of love in prosperous times, and pigs are more than enough for the prosperous years."

Well, this year is the Year of the Pig.

"Oh, don't mention it, this great writer's handwriting is just great! Happy New Year to your family!"

"Hey, you too, Happy New Year."

The neighbor’s aunt paid New Year’s greetings and left happily with the couplet.

Jiang Xian went to get a basin of water to wash his face. By then, dinner was almost ready.

Jiang Xian checked the time and changed the TV channel.

At eight o'clock, a pleasant and joyful music came from the TV.

Everyone in the room looked up at the TV screen and saw the words "Happy New Year".

"Is there any program on CCTV today?"

"I do not know."

"Yeah, it seems like there's a party."

Rao Yuemei recalled what happened when Ma Ji came to her house a few days ago.

Just when he was about to ask Jiang Xian, his eyes were attracted by Zhao Zhongxiang who popped up on the TV screen.

"Hey, isn't this Zhao Zhongxiang?"

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Zhongxiang, wearing a Mao suit and smiling, first greeted everyone and then introduced, "Tonight, our station will broadcast the cultural and artistic programs of the Spring Festival Gala live."

"Yo, live broadcast?"

Everyone in the room suddenly became excited.

Zhao Zhongxiang also introduced that audiences in the capital can also call the following four phone numbers to order programs.

The family became even more excited.

Who has seen this in this era?

Another animation immediately appeared on TV.

This was specially done by several comrades who spent a whole month hand-drawing it frame by frame.

Finally, the opening animation of the four hosts wishing a happy new year was formed.

“Oh, what a great painting!”

"Someone's here, someone's here!"

"Oh, this is Liu Xiaoqing, right?"

"is her."

"This red shirt is so beautiful. Why doesn't our factory have such clothes?" said Rao Yuemei.

Jiang Xian remembered something and said:
"Mom, your factory can produce some."

Jiang Xian fully believed that Liu Xiaoqing would make this red shirt and black skirt outfit popular.

The same is true.

Soon after the 1983 Spring Festival Gala was broadcast, many girls could be seen on the streets wearing similar dresses, which were given a name: Xiaoqingshan.

Hou Baolin went on stage first, greeted the audience and introduced the host to them.

He first introduced Liu Xiaoqing and Wang Yujing, and finally Ma Ji and Jiang Kun. The old man threw away a lot of jokes, and was easy-going and friendly.

"I think everyone is familiar with these two."

"This is my apprentice."

"This is his apprentice."

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Jiang Xian yawned.

For this first Spring Festival Gala, we tried to make it as popular and colloquial as possible, but we couldn't really let go and it felt a bit strained.

But it looks much better than before and much better than later generations.

Especially when he saw a kettle placed on a large round table in front of the audience, Jiang Xian felt that the scene was particularly joyful.

"Hey, Li Guyi!"

"Siqin Gaowa!"

"Oh, the Chinese women's volleyball team is here?!"

"At the end of the year, let's take a look at some Tang poems. What kind of poems? Great writers."

All in all it's a dazzling mess.

The whole family watched the show with great interest. They couldn't help themselves after watching it for a while and wanted to call the TV station to order the show.

Jiang Ke and Zhu Hong went to make a phone call excitedly, but when they came back they said with frustration that there were too many people calling and they couldn't get through any of the four calls.

Wang Yujing's "Eating Chicken" was definitely a highlight of the evening.

It was a vivid performance that made everyone inside and outside the TV laugh so hard that they fell over.

Moreover, the foreshadowing of his performance was so natural.

The audience finally understood what was going on:

When the party started, Li Guyi had just finished singing the opening song when Jiang Kun came out, and kept shouting that he had not eaten dinner and was hungry.

During the show, Jiang Kun kept walking around the audience, pretending to look for food.

Halfway through the party, Siqin Gaowa took a fancy to the roast chicken in the hands of Wang Jingyu, who was waiting on the side, and clamored to buy it.

Until later, when Wang Jingyu's show was about to start, Jiang Kun ate the roast chicken on the side.

Wang Jingyu was so anxious that he turned around and went to Ma Ji to seek justice:
“How can I perform without props?”

Jiang Kun immediately stuffed the roast chicken in his hand into Ma Ji's mouth. Ma Ji said:
"Why can't I act? I'm a veteran actor, and I can perform without props."

Wang Jingyu had no choice but to start the non-property performance show "Eating Chicken".

This series of events were actually a foreshadowing, all designed to lead to the conclusion that Wang Jingyu ate an uncooked chicken.

The foreshadowing is laid out so cleverly and naturally that there is no trace of design at all.

Wang Jingyu also reduced the pressure and psychological preparation of the performance, and the whole process was smooth and natural.

The audience laughed to tears.

"This show is so funny, ouch, I can't even breathe."

"How can this be called chicken? This chicken is tougher than rubber."

"That's hilarious! How did you come up with that?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

There was another mishap later in the evening.

When midnight approached, Ma Ji and Jiang Kun were performing crosstalk, but were interrupted by the time bell.

After the time signaled midnight, the show went straight to the next program, and Ma Ji and Jiang Kun’s performances could not continue.

However, this flaw was quickly overshadowed by the second climax of the party.

Li Guyi sang "Homesickness"!
When Li Guyi heard the words "Homesickness", she felt a mixture of emotions.

Because of this song, she endured so much ridicule.

I never expected that on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, I would finally be able to present this song to audiences across the country.

Before that, she had sung five songs in one breath by herself.

When the hosts Jiang Kun and Liu Xiaoqing announced the next program "Homesickness" in a long voice, she sang this song again with full of emotion.

"Tomorrow is coming, but it's hard to meet you. Only the wind can send my deep love to you."

The dumplings have been served. Several people are eating while watching and listening. The lights in the house are bright. The singing, accompanied by the fragrance of dumplings and incense and candles offered to ancestors, drifts into thousands of households.

"Brother, why are you crying?"

Jiang Ke was just about to share the joy of eating the Great Wall coins when he raised his head and looked at Jiang Xian and wiped his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Xian pressed her head down.

He didn't know why he suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion.

Perhaps it’s because he has been in the art circle all the way to now that he knows how difficult it is to sing the song "Homesickness".

This song can be said to be a flare.

From now on, domestic literature and art will say goodbye to uniformity and rigidity.

Soon there was wind and rain, a great uproar, a hundred schools of thought contending, and a riot of demons.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

After the party, the staff happily packed up the equipment.

"Master."

Huang Yihe felt nervous when he saw his leader arriving.

Judging from the audience feedback received by the four telephones just now, their evening party was quite popular with the audience. I just don't know what the higher-ups think about it.

"Old Huang, thank you for your hard work."

The station director smiled and shook his hand, "It was very well done. The station's phone was flooded with calls from the audience, all praising our show.

What is this? This is the voice of the people.

I think you should continue to hold this party next year!"

".Haha, just live up to the expectations of the leaders."

"Your PUBG is so well made and the foreshadowing is so good that I didn't even react when I watched it."

"This program was almost cancelled, but thanks to Comrade Jiang Xian who gave us suggestions and revised the script for us."

"Jiang Xian?"

"Correct."

"Hiss, this person's ability is too strong."

"Yes."

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

In Beijing, whether people were visiting for New Year’s greetings or out for fun, everyone was discussing last night’s party.

When Wang Jingyu woke up and walked on the street, he felt that everyone's eyes were on him.