1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 425 The literary and art world shoulders the responsibility!
Note, it’s not the literary world, it’s the art world!

The scope includes the entire industry of culture and arts.

Whether it is the performing arts, such as music, singing and dancing, film and television, and drama, or the non-performing arts, such as literature, painting, sculpture, and calligraphy.

The entire literary and artistic world only has this one float.

The only float was based on the image of the movie adapted from Jiang Xian's novel.

Although it is a movie, it is still his novel in the final analysis.

This is more than just an honor.
This is more of a trust!
Jiang Xian shoulders the entire literary and artistic world on your shoulders!
"Pa pa pa pa." Jiang Xian mechanically clapped along with the crowd.

My face is numb.

He glanced at Wang Meng beside him.

Wang Meng also looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

What the hell
Jiang Xian complained in his heart.

For such a big thing, couldn't you inform him in advance? Why did you have to give him a surprise?

This surprise is too big!
This time the limelight really became huge.

No matter how much money Jiang Xian made in the United States, or what sensational novels he wrote,
Nothing can compare to this honor!
This time, the whole country is watching.

From left to right, top to bottom.

"Oh, I'm so exhausted."

Jiang Ke sat down on the chair.

The square was too crowded, and the family was afraid that something unexpected might happen to the little emperor, so they hurried back early.

"Ke'er, go get me a diaper." Zhu Lin hugged the little Majesty and coaxed him.

"Hey."

Jiang Ke quickly went to get one and put it on Jiang Niannian.

This girl must have been so excited in the square that she pooped her crotch.

"You poop so much again, you bad girl." Jiang Ke touched the little Majesty's face in exactly the same way as her brother touched her face, smooth and tender, and especially good to rub.

"Hee." Jiang Niannian didn't cry or make a fuss after being touched by her aunt. Instead, she looked at Jiang Ke with a smile.

Having inherited the excellent genes of Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin, this girl has a sweet and adorable face. Her smile touches the hearts of adults. Jiang Ke is so cute that she almost melts. She spontaneously and attentively gets hot water and helps Jiang Niannian wipe her butt clean.

"Jiang Ke, there should be a live broadcast of the military parade on TV. Turn it on and watch it for a while." Rao Yuemei reminded.

"Yeah."

Jiang Ke quickly turned on the TV and watched the live broadcast.

Although she was tired at this time, there was still excitement in her eyes.

Thinking back to the military parade I just witnessed, I couldn't control my excitement.

Many famous regiments, powerful troops and divisions came to the military parade this time.

Some of them participated in the Autumn Harvest Uprising, the Pingjiang Uprising, and the anti-"encirclement and suppression" campaign in Jinggangshan.

Some participated in the Pingxingguan Battle and the "Hundred Regiments Offensive".

There is the "Jinan First Regiment" that fought a bloody battle in the Spring City.

There were the "Great Merit Group" and the "Tiger Company" that planted red flags on the city walls of Taiyuan.

There was the "Crossing the River Pioneer Battalion" that broke through the natural barrier of the Yangtze River and was the first to set foot on the south bank during the Battle of Crossing the River.

In short, the rain of bullets on the top of Nanchang City, the dust on the Long March Road, the smoke of the anti-Japanese war, and the sound of millions of troops crossing the river.
The old heroes had heroic figures and murderous looks in their eyes.

At this moment, the TV was broadcasting a video of 24 mechanized troop columns entering the square in four groups.

The scene was really great, with steel vehicles and iron horses, huge currents rolling, and the whole TV was filled with the rumbling sound of motors.

Anti-tank missiles, rocket launchers, large-caliber howitzers, cannons, self-propelled howitzers, self-propelled artillery, rocket mine-laying vehicles, infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers, new tanks, armored self-propelled artillery, surface-to-air missiles, shore-to-ship missiles, submarine-to-surface missiles, strategic missiles. Long-range, medium-range and intercontinental strategic missiles designed and manufactured independently were all on display.

"I've never seen so many weapons in my life!" Jiang Ke said.

"Don't mention you, I haven't seen it either."

Rao Yuemei said while washing diapers, "Look at how many planes are flying in the sky today. Wow, the country is really different now."

"Yes!"

Jiang Guoqing's face was full of nostalgia. "Thinking back to the days when we had military parades, we didn't have enough planes, so we had to make two more flights to make up a formation. Now we don't have to make two more flights. Now we are a rich country with a strong military!"

When they said this, the family's faces were truly filled with emotion and excitement.

People of this era are so simple.

I remember that when the Chinese women’s volleyball team won the championship, so many people excitedly rushed to the streets to cheer together.

This scene is rarely seen in later generations.

"Hey? Dad, Mom, sister-in-law, look at this car!" While they were discussing, Jiang Ke suddenly pointed at the TV and shouted.

"This is."

Jiang Guoqing took a closer look and said, "'The Garland under the Mountain'!"

"Oh, it's true. Look at Jin Kailai and Liang Sanxi." Rao Yuemei also shouted in surprise.

The novel "The Garland under the Mountain" became popular all over the country. Although the movie was released when the family was abroad, they watched it soon after returning home.

There's nothing we can do about it. This movie is so popular and so classic that it's constantly being rescreened in theaters and audiences love to watch it, so it's basically never been taken off the shelves.

Rao Yuemei also went to read the book at this time. She burst into tears after reading it. She had no idea how her son could write such a tear-jerking novel.

"This float looks like the one from the arts world," said Zhu Lin.

"Yes." Jiang Keteng stood up and said, "The float representing the literary and artistic circles uses my brother's novel as its pattern!"

"It's a movie adapted from your brother's novel." Jiang Guoqing corrected.

"It's all the same!"

Jiang Ke shouted excitedly: "This is too amazing! There are so many works in the entire literary and artistic world, but you don't use anyone else's, just my brother's. Dad, Mom, sister-in-law, does this count as bringing honor to our family?"

“Oh, this, this.”

Rao Yuemei was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. "Jiang Xian, this kid, really, why didn't he tell his family in advance? If I had known, I wouldn't have come back so early and could have seen it on the spot."

"That's right, my brother is so patient. He didn't even tell his family about such a big thing!" Jiang Ke yelled.

"When it comes to matters like this, maybe the higher-ups want your brother to keep it a secret," Jiang Guoqing said.

"Dad, a float shouldn't be kept secret." Zhu Lin thought it was unreasonable.

"Too."

Jiang Guoqing also felt that the confidentiality was a bit exaggerated. After thinking about it, he smiled with relief:
"Perhaps your brother doesn't think this is something worth showing off. You all know that your brother is a low-key and reserved person, otherwise he wouldn't have made it to where he is today."

"Dad, what you said makes sense." Zhu Lin nodded, her beautiful eyes full of admiration.

In her heart, Jiang Xian has always been a humble and modest person. Since she met him, Zhu Lin has seen countless miracles in him, but Jiang Xian has never taken these achievements too seriously.

"My brother has reached this level?!" Jiang Ke heard her father and Zhu Lin singing the same tune and felt that they were about to elevate Jiang Xian to the level of the hidden sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple.

"I'm going to the market to buy two fish."

Rao Yuemei said happily, "It's such a good thing. Let's celebrate it when Jiang Xian comes back today and make this boy happy. Oh, this is really..." Rao Yuemei said and went out. Jiang Ke felt strange, "Mom went to buy vegetables, why didn't she even ride a bicycle or take a basket? Where did she go?"

"Cough cough."

Jiang Guoqing coughed twice and said, "You guys watch it. I won't watch it anymore. I'm going to go out and walk the dog."

"Dad, are we going out to walk the dog now?" Jiang Ke was dumbfounded. When she turned around, Zhu Lin held Jiang Niannian in her arms.

"Ke'er, take care of the child for a while. I'm going out for a while."

"Sister-in-law, where are you going again?"

Zhu Lin smiled and said, "I have some stuff to deliver to Zhongguancun."

In less than five minutes, everyone in the house left, leaving Jiang Ke alone holding Jiang Niannian.

She understood it too.

Why go out to buy groceries?
What about walking the dog?
What gift?
Bah, they all went out to show off.

"Oh, in this family, we are the only ones who are most like your dad and the most patient." Jiang Ke complained to Jiang Niannian with a helpless look on his face.

After the ceremony, there will be a state banquet.

Jiang Xian's position was not very good, but many people present were following his figure closely.

At today's ceremony, no one in the literary and art circles was more prominent than him, not even the literary giants.

"Teacher Wang, it's so painful for you to keep this secret from me!" As soon as he sat down, Jiang Xian looked at Wang Meng with resentment on his face.

"I just wanted to give you a surprise. I chose 'The Wreath Under the Mountain'. This was the result of unanimous approval after discussion by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. No one had any objections."

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"The Garland under the Mountain" is a novel published by Jiang Xian in the fourth issue of "October" in 1981.

When it was published, it caused a sensation and the price of paper in Luoyang became high.

Newspapers in various provinces and cities rushed to reprint the article, and radio stations broadcast it continuously, and a "wreath" whirlwind swept across the country.

According to incomplete statistics, to date, 74 newspapers have serialized the full text, more than 50 theater troupes have adapted and performed it, and 9 publishing houses have published single volumes, setting a record of 180 million copies printed in a single day, and the circulation has exceeded million.

After being made into a movie by Xie Jin, it became popular all over the country and touched hundreds of millions of viewers.

Therefore, although three years have passed since it was published, the novel has not diminished in its popularity among readers.

The people will absolutely have no objection to using a novel like this as the representative image of the literary and art world.

As for its literary and ideological aspects, although "The Wreath" was initially published under the red line of military themes.

But its unprecedented success and the test of three years have proved that the novel "The Wreath" not only interprets the military spirit and national spirit, but also stands as a peak in the history of literature.

As this work, the beginning of military literature in the new era, represents the literary and art circles, no matter who is in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, can raise any objection.

“I guess after today, ‘The Wreath’ will usher in another wave of best-selling sales,” Wang Meng predicted.

Jiang Xian smiled and talked to him for a few words. Everyone around him looked at him.

This writer who has produced many excellent works has already attracted enough attention. Today's float is equivalent to the recognition of Jiang Xian by the entire literary and artistic community! With this honor in hand, Jiang Xian has become the brightest star in the literary and artistic community today.

"Jiang Xian, are you happy today?" Ding Ling came over and greeted Jiang Xian.

"Happy! Every Chinese person should feel happy today!"

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Ding Ling didn't expect Jiang Xian to reply like this. He was stunned for a while and nodded, "Yes, you are right."

Jiang Xian just kept smiling, a harmless smile.

Because of his teacher-student relationship with Shen Congwen, he has always been rather secretive about Ding Ling.

"I heard that you started a magazine and it's doing very well. It's called People's Digest." Ding Ling mentioned at this time.

"Yes, it is also thanks to the care of the organization that we have achieved today's results." Jiang Xian answered again without any mistakes.

"Ah."

Ding Ling nodded and stopped beating around the bush. "Jiang Xian, I'm planning to start a magazine. Can you be my deputy editor-in-chief?"

"Ah I?"

Jiang Xian was stunned.

He had some impression of the magazine run by Ding Ling. It was the first "privately-run and government-aided" magazine in China. Jiang Xian had an impression of it because the name of the magazine was so impressive.

Don’t you think the name “People’s Literature” is quite domineering?
Literature for the people!
So domineering!

It is not the literature of the capital, nor is it the literature of Shanghai.

It is the people’s literature!

But compared with the name of Ding Ling's magazine, even "People's Literature" is still a bit lacking in grade.

That’s right, “People’s Literature” is not as high-end as the name of other magazines.

Because the magazine they run has only two words:
"China".

Jiang Xian didn't expect that Ding Ling would ask him to be the deputy editor-in-chief right away.

He was also a little confused.

The position of deputy editor-in-chief was just a fluke? No money? Just given it as soon as you asked?

There were many other people present who heard Ding Ling's invitation.

However, in their opinion, this invitation was not out of the ordinary. No matter from which angle, Jiang Xian was fully qualified to have Ding Ling personally say this invitation.

"Comrade Ding Ling, my energy is limited, and I'm afraid I can't be distracted by so much work." To everyone's surprise, Jiang Xian politely declined Ding Ling's invitation.

The magazine "China" is too complicated.

Someone once said that from the magazine "China" we can see why there are so many right and wrongs in the Writers Association, and why the right and wrongs are always endless and entangled.

When the magazine was at its peak, there were huge disagreements among its editorial board.

In addition, why did Zhao Zhenkai withdraw from the Writers Association?
It was after Ding Ling's death that "China" was changed into a quarterly magazine specializing in publishing novels.

"You really won't consider it again?" Ding Ling looked at Jiang Xian, still a little unwilling.

Jiang Xian smiled bitterly, "Thank you for your trust, but I really don't have that much energy."

"Okay." Ding Ling left with some regret.

Such a small episode did not affect the atmosphere of the state banquet. Wang Meng glanced at the table.

“Hey, Moutai!”

Of course everyone knew what he meant.

"The Garland under the Mountain" and Maotai liquor, there are endless grievances and love stories.

Well, the director of Moutai also attended the banquet.

At this moment, he was definitely the most depressed person in the audience.

What the hell!
"The Garland under the Mountain" becomes popular every time.

Their Moutai liquor will be criticized once again.

(End of this chapter)