1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 426 Selected Textbooks

The atmosphere of the state banquet was relaxed and pleasant.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, long time no see. I hope you are well." Huang Yihe raised his wine glass and clinked glasses with him with a smile.

"Hey, Director Huang." Jiang Xian brought the cup over.

Huang Yihe was the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala in the past two years and the founder of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.

"Director Huang, I missed the Spring Festival Gala last year. I was abroad and didn't watch the live broadcast. Can we still hold it this year?"

"Of course I will do it."

"Or will you do it?"

Jiang Xian said with a smile: "Then I will be sitting in front of the TV and looking forward to it on New Year's Eve this year."

"Haha, the organization has given us strong support this year. We must do a good job in the Spring Festival Gala. When the time comes, we will also ask Comrade Jiang Xian to help guide and direct us."

After Huang Yihe said this, the expressions of the people around him became subtle.

The two Spring Festival Galas in 83 and 84 were both very successful and received collective praise from domestic audiences. The chief director Huang Yihe was like a star in the literary and art world.

However, from what Huang Yihe said, he actually wanted to ask Jiang Xian, a writer in the cultural circle, to help with guidance. This is interesting.

"You don't know something."

Huang Yihe enthusiastically shared with the people around him, "When we held the first Spring Festival Gala, the four hosts couldn't come up with a script that would satisfy everyone. Finally, we invited Comrade Jiang Xian to give us some pointers, and we suddenly understood."

"Is it?!"

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that there was such a story behind the first Spring Festival Gala.

"By the way, the name of the Spring Festival Gala was also proposed by Comrade Jiang Xian," Huang Yihe added.

When these words were spoken, everyone was surprised again. They never thought that the Spring Festival Gala, which is popular all over the country, has such a deep connection with the writer Jiang Xian.

This one is really...
Literature and art are accomplished.

Both literature and art are flourishing!
No wonder Huang Yihe said those words to Jiang Xian just now.

"Director Huang, you're too polite." Jiang Xian said modestly, and then heard Huang Yihe say that this year's Spring Festival Gala was moved to the Workers' Stadium and was unprecedented in scale.

When he said this, some memories of the 85 Spring Festival Gala flashed through Jiang Xian's mind, but because he had drunk some wine, his memory was very vague, so he didn't think about it any further.

"Comrades."

Hearing the greeting, everyone around stood up with their wine glasses in hand. Jiang Xian also stood up and saw Brother Shu walking towards him surrounded by a crowd of people.

He greeted Ba Jin enthusiastically, and then raised his glass to the writers:
"Comrades, in the past period of time, our literature has achieved outstanding achievements and has achieved initial integration with the masses of the people.

However, we, the vast majority of literary and artistic workers, should not be proud or complacent, but should maintain a humble attitude and continue to study and work hard.

We believe that we can accomplish the historical mission of our generation of literary and artistic intellectuals.

Let us unite and fight for the complete completion of the new democratic political revolution! Fight for the complete completion of the new democratic cultural revolution and literary revolution! Long live the victory of the people's literature and art."

The speech was passionate and powerful, and all the new and old writers present were excited.

The leaders spoke one by one and finally stood in front of Jiang Xian.

"This is Comrade Jiang Xian, a rising star in our literary world," Ba Jin introduced to the leader.

"I know. I've met him many times."

The leader smiled and said, "Some time ago, I heard that even the famous Japanese actors Mr. Takakura Ken and Ms. Nakano Yoshiko bowed down to Comrade Jiang Xian and were overwhelmed by his talent. Is this a true story or is it made up?"

There is also a lot of false news flying around right now.

This social phenomenon was satirized in the movie "Cosmic Cigarettes".

"I did meet them both. It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that I was fascinated by them. It's just that my work was appreciated by both of them." Jiang Xian tactfully admitted this.

"Okay, you're fine!"

The leader was full of praise, "This is a very meaningful thing, and it is a good thing to promote cultural exchanges between China and Japan. I think the next time the Writers Association plans to visit Japan, why not let Comrade Jiang Xian lead the delegation?"

"I have no objection."

Ba Jin immediately agreed, "Last time in Japan, we old people all relied on Comrade Jiang Xian to take care of us. Objectively speaking, I was not competent as the head of the group."

"You're too kind."

Jiang Xian was flattered. "Leader, how can a young man like me be competent for such an important task? I still have a lot to learn from the older generation."

The leader patted him on the shoulder.

Many years ago, he thought that Lu Xinhua, who wrote "Scars", would become a pillar of this generation of young writers, and at that time he wanted to support Lu Xinhua to work at Xinhua News Agency.

Looking back now, it is obvious that he made a misjudgment. Among this generation of young writers, Jiang Xian far surpasses Lu Xinhua in terms of ideological awareness and literary level, and is undoubtedly the best one.

Thinking of this, the leader patted Jiang Xian on the shoulder.

"If you have any difficulties, tell me."

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When Jiang Xian heard this, he thought he was given a golden medal of immunity from death!

Although a golden medal of immunity from death generally cannot save one from death, it is still okay to open a single page of the family tree.

The people around also clearly heard what the leader and Jiang Xian said, and they were all shocked.

As long as Jiang Xian doesn't do anything stupid, his status in the literary world will definitely not be low in the future.

But it's not over yet.

"Mr. Ye."

The leader looked at the old man with white beard and eyebrows.

This person is Mr. Ye Shengtao, a master of China's literary, artistic and educational circles.

"Hasn't the Ministry of Education been revising the sixth set of textbooks recently? In my opinion, the novel "The Wreath under the Mountain" should be included in the textbooks as soon as possible.

Including heroic deeds in textbooks will help shape the correct historical perspective of our young generation and inspire a sense of responsibility and mission to the country."

Once these words were spoken, people around him were extremely envious.

If we can get him to speak, then "The Garland under the Mountain" will naturally be included in the textbooks.

This is really the envy of everyone.

It is definitely a great honor and pride for your own work to be selected into the textbooks that children study.

Jiang Zilong, who was standing by, was so envious when he heard this that his teeth were almost broken.

The leader suddenly mentioned the novel "The Garland under the Mountain". The reason must be the float sent by the literary and art circles today.

Jiang Zilon had heard that among the float proposals put forward by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, one of them was his "Record of Director Qiao's Taking Office". Unfortunately, his novel ultimately lost to Jiang Xian's military-themed "Wreaths under the Mountains".

Alas, this made Jiang Zilon feel helpless.

Since he started to make his mark in the literary world, Jiang Xian has always been better than him, whether in the "Novel Selection" of the past or the "Float Plan" of today.

It seems that as long as this guy is around, I can only be second forever.

Since the dragon is born, why do we need the string?

Although he couldn't help but complain, Jiang Zilon actually understood that his leader had a special preference for Jiang Xian's novel.

Back then, he bought 2,000 copies of "Wreath" at his own expense and gave them to the soldiers in southern Xinjiang.

The state banquet lasted until the evening, and the troupe's grand song and dance performance would also be on display. However, Jiang Xian was anxious to share his joy with his family, so he took the souvenirs and hurried home.

The distance from Haizili to Jingshan East Hutong is not far. When he returned home, it was already past five in the afternoon. The sound of his entry was like an alarm clock, which immediately attracted the attention of the whole family.

"Hey, Dad, Mom, Zhu Hong, why are you here too?" Jiang Xian asked in surprise as he looked at Professor Zhu, Doctor Liu and Zhu Hong who appeared at home.

"Brother-in-law, you are awesome!" Zhu Hong enthusiastically gave him a thumbs up. "So you all know about this?" Jiang Xian was surprised.

"We all know it."

Zhu's father smiled and said, "When the float came out, we were all at home watching TV and saw "The Garland Under the Mountain" with our own eyes."

"You kid."

Doctor Liu's face was full of pride. "Why didn't you tell us about this big thing in advance? What if we went to the bathroom or something and missed the float? What will we do then?"

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Jiang Xian didn't know how to explain it to them, and he was one of the people who were surprised.

"You must be tired. Drink some water." Zhu Lin came over and saw the fatigue on Jiang Xian's face and the wrinkles on his Zhongshan suit. She helped him take off his coat with concern.

Alas, my wife is still the best.

Jiang Xian sat down, drank a sip of water, and told his family the entire process of his participation in the military parade and the state banquet.

“Your novel is going to be included in the textbook?”

Jiang Ke cried out in surprise, "What a loss! If I were still in school right now and passed my brother's essay, wouldn't that be a huge win?"

"What? You can do it just by taking a test on your brother's novel?" Rao Yuemei asked puzzledly.

Jiang Ke smiled and said, "I'll just write something down and add a sentence at the end: 'My brother is Jiang Xian. If you don't agree, go argue with him.'"

These words made the whole family laugh.

Rao Yuemei was embarrassed, wondering how she could have given birth to such a daughter with such a strange way of thinking. "It's a good thing you don't study now, otherwise you would have embarrassed your brother."

"I was just kidding."

Jiang Ke picked up Jiang Niannian in his arms and said, "Anyway, I don't have a chance, but your granddaughter still has a chance. The textbooks and articles she will study in the future are all written by her father."

To celebrate today's joy, the dinner was a sumptuous one, with stewed meat with sauerkraut, cabbage and tofu, sweet and sour pork, noodles with gravy, and desserts such as Aiwowowo and Tangerines.

Rao Yuemei even borrowed a carp from her neighbor and easily made a plate of sweet and sour baked carp noodles.

Zhu's father took out the bottle of Fenjiu that was treasured at home.

People in Beijing have a special liking for Fenjiu.

Back then, just after the liberation, Fenjiu was the main drink at state banquets, and people in Beijing drank it with sentimental feelings.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Xian took Zhu Lin back to the room.

Zhu Lin coaxed the child to sleep before getting into bed, and she smelled the alcohol in Jiang Xian's nose with some dissatisfaction.

"Why drink so much?"

"Drinking is not a good thing. If I drink more, my dad will drink less, right?" Jiang Xian said with confidence.

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Zhu Lin also thought it made sense. She pinched Jiang Xian's waist with a little anger and said, "Humph, I can't win against a nationally renowned writer like you!"

Listening to her charming tone makes people feel itchy.

Jiang Xian put his big hand around Zhu Lin's slender waist, and after hugging her, their eyes met. His Majesty's almond-shaped eyes were so soft that they seemed to be dripping with water.

"Be gentle."

Zhu Lin uttered this softly, and the next moment, her soft lips were kissed by Jiang Xian.

That's really:
Meteor White Feather is inserted into the waist, and the sword flower Qiu Lianguang is out of the box.

A night of sex.

There is no National Day holiday these days.

The next morning, Zhu Wei went to work at People's Digest obediently.

The editorial office, which was somewhat deserted in the past, now seems quite lively, and the several rooms in the inner courtyard are also full of people.

The office that Zhu Wei originally occupied alone now became shared with others.

Fortunately, even if it is shared, it is much bigger than his workstation at People's Literature.

He lifted the door curtain and went in, seeing a group of editors gathered together chattering.

"What are you discussing?"

Several people turned around, their faces full of joy.

"Zhu Wei, look at today's newspaper!"

"what happened?"

A colleague brought Zhu Wei a copy of People's Daily and pointed to a report written by Xinhua News Agency:
"At the grand military parade to celebrate the 35th anniversary, a unique float attracted the attention of the audience. It carried the deep praise of the literary and artistic circles for the times, with the film "The Garland under the Mountain" as a vivid image, and became a beautiful and meaningful landscape in the parade.

As the float slowly passed through the square, the crowd burst into warm applause.

Since the publication of the novel "The Garland under the Mountain", Comrade Jiang Xian has touched the hearts of countless readers with his profound description of the selfless dedication and patriotism of frontier soldiers, aroused strong resonance in the whole society, and became a literary and artistic masterpiece with far-reaching influence.

Using it as the float image for the literary and artistic circles this time is a vivid interpretation of how literary and artistic works reflect the spirit of the times and unite national strength.

In the journey of the new era, the literary and art circles will continue to uphold the purpose of serving the people and create more excellent works like "The Garland under the Mountain" that are rooted in life and praise heroes.

This newspaper was quickly circulated throughout the editorial office. Several editors who had not noticed this scene while watching the military parade were now indescribably shocked.

Representing the entire literary world!
What an honor this is!
"You are honored!"

"You are honored!"

The editors all expressed their feelings.

The one who felt this most was Xu Chenhui.

He also watched the military parade yesterday.

He didn't have a TV at home, so he moved a small stool and squeezed into the house of a neighbor who had a TV to watch TV.

When seeing the float of the literary and art circles appear with the image of the movie "The Garland under the Mountain", Xu Chenhui felt indescribable excitement and honor.

He said proudly on the spot:

"This is a movie adapted from the novel by our editor-in-chief Jiang Xian!"

When the neighbors heard that he was the driver for Comrade Jiang Xian, they all looked at him with envy and showed great respect.

That scene, that moment, those looks.

Xu Chenhui will never forget it.

He felt that this was definitely one of the few highlights in his life.

In the past, his wife always complained in private that he was useless because he didn't drive for high-ranking officials.

Normally, Xu Chenhui had no way to refute.

But last night.

He was used to keeping silent, but finally he stood up.

All night long:

"Is it authentic?"