1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 466 Six “Days”

After winning two games of chess, Nie Weiping felt a little dizzy with all the flowers and applause.

Recalling that Jiang Zhujiu, who defeated five Japanese generals in a row, met the audience after his victory.

The enthusiastic audience blocked him at the entrance, and the autograph books were pressed against his nose, squeezing him so hard that he couldn't even lift his arms.

Upon seeing this, the organizer quickly pulled Jiang Zhujiu onto the podium and escorted him out through the back door.

Even so, there was still a large group of spectators waiting at the front door, unwilling to leave for a long time.

That was the first time in Nie Weiping's life that he saw people love and admire a Go player so much.

What caught him off guard was that the scene back then was nothing compared to the courtesy he was receiving now.

There were numerous reports about him in the country. The previously unknown athlete from a niche sport suddenly became a national hero.

Along with Nie Weiping, another novel that quickly became popular was "The Heavenly Game", which coined the phrase "half a step ahead of heaven".

This is actually quite normal.

Now that Go is popular, anything related to Go will definitely attract readers' attention.

However, there are not many literary and artistic works about Go in China at present.

It can even be said to be pitifully small!
There are only a handful of them!

Because the popularity of Go is really too low.

Take the Sino-Japanese co-production "A Game of Chess" for example. After it was broadcast in China, it didn't even make a splash.

As for literary works, there are even fewer.

So Jiang Xian's "The Heavenly Game" is really a combination of the right time, the right place, and the right people.

In addition, Jiang Xian is already a well-known writer in the country with a large readership.

Therefore, as the news of Nie Weiping's two consecutive victories spread, the influence of the novel "Tian Ju" expanded.

The ninth issue of People's Literature in 1985 could not be reprinted in time. Fortunately, the novel "Tian Ju" was published at the same time as "People's Digest", which helped People's Literature share some of the distribution pressure.

"Has Jiang Xian's manuscript not been delivered yet?"

Renwen Society, old lady Wei Junyi asked Li Jingfeng this question.

Li Jingfeng looked embarrassed.

"Nope."

Seeing that "Tian Ju" was so popular, Renwen Press became jealous.

Feng Mu had already told them that he wanted to publish the novel "Tian Ju".

The author Jiang Xian also agreed.

But halfway through the discussion, he suddenly suggested revising the manuscript before publishing it.

This is normal. Many writers would like to revise their manuscripts before publishing. Renwen Press did not think much about it and let him go back and revise it first.

As a result, this change has been made until now.

"What's going on?"

Wei Junyi was a little confused. "I know Comrade Jiang Xian. He always keeps his promises. He is not the kind of person who would change his mind after making a promise."

"Maybe he forgot?"

"possible."

Wei Junyi felt that Li Jingfeng's guess was not unreasonable. "Jiang Xian has many responsibilities and heavy burdens now. He recently presided over the selection of national short and medium-length novels this year. Each of these is a big deal. Maybe he was too busy and forgot about this matter."

"What's going on?"

Li Jingfeng was a little hesitant. What was Jiang Xian's current status? How could a small editor like him dare to ask him to submit his manuscript?
"Why don't you make a phone call and ask?" He looked at Wei Junyi.

In terms of identity and status, it seems more appropriate for Wei Junyi to urge Jiang Xian to submit his manuscript.

"How about this."

Wei Junyi thought for a moment and said, "Will you come with me to his house later? Let's go to his house and ask him."

"That's okay."

Li Jingfeng nodded and asked, "Should we bring anything with us?"

"Bring something?"

Wei Junyi glanced at him and said, "What do you think is suitable to bring? Think about it, don't bring anything too expensive. If it is too expensive, it will not be appropriate, and Comrade Jiang Xian will definitely not accept it."

"That's it."

Li Jingfeng thought about it and his eyes lit up, "Bring some of our manuscript paper! Jiang Xian likes this stuff."

Wei Junyi: “???”

The two of them put a large bundle of green grid manuscript paper with the words "Humanities Society" written on it into the wire mesh bag.

"Jiang Xian likes our manuscript paper. He says that the blank space next to our manuscript paper is very large, so he can write something when revising the manuscript." Li Jingfeng explained.

"I see."

Wei Junyi listened to Li Jingfeng's words silently, thought about it, and put another bundle of manuscript paper into the wire net bag.

After they finished all this, they went straight to Jiang Xian's house. Before they reached the gate of the yard, they saw Jiang Xian just coming back from taking a walk with a little girl in his arms.

"Oh, this, this is Niannian, right?" Wei Junyi liked the little Majesty in Jiang Xian's arms very much.

The little guy has a fair and tender round face and big watery eyes like Zhu Lin. At this moment, his head is tucked in Jiang Xian's arms, swaying left and right. Looking at him so cute, anyone would want to touch him.

"Oh, she's so beautiful. How old is she?"

"Over a year old."

Jiang Xian touched Jiang Niannian's head and said, "Come on, call grandma."

"grandmother."

Jiang Niannian shouted in a childish voice, then shyly snuggled into Jiang Xian's arms, not daring to see anyone.

"Ouch."

Wei Junyi was so happy that her wrinkles smoothed out. She touched her body and found that she had no red envelope with her. She turned around and looked at Li Jingfeng, who was also touching the red envelope, awkwardly.

You miscalculated!

What manuscript paper should I bring?!
“This is uncle.”

Jiang Xian pointed at Li Jingfeng, and then greeted Wei Junyi and Li Jingfeng, "Old lady, Jingfeng, why are you two here at my house? It's cold outside, come in and sit down."

"Hey."

After pushing and shoving their way into the room, Jiang Xian poured a cup of hot tea for each of them. Li Jingfeng and Wei Junyi looked at each other, wondering who should ask about the manuscript first. In the end, it was Jiang Xian who brought over a stack of manuscripts first:
"You two came at the right time today. I don't have to ask the driver to take me to the Humanities Society again."

Wei Junyi glanced at his manuscript.

"This is?"

“This is the “Heavenly Game” that I revised.”

""Heavenly Bureau"?"

Wei Junyi took the stack of manuscript paper and based on her many years of experience as an editor, she could tell by its thickness that it contained at least 100,000 words.

"How can there be so many words in "The Heavenly Bureau"?"

"I was thinking that one novel of 'The Heaven Bureau' is too few to publish a collection of short stories, so I might as well write a few more short and medium-length stories and publish them together as a collection."

"How many short stories have you written?"

Wei Junyi and Li Jingfeng looked at each other.

If you are not engaged in literary work, you may not understand the absurdity of this sentence.

Many writers have to put in a lot of effort to publish a short or medium-length story. Just writing it takes a few months or even several years, and it takes several more years to publish the manuscript.

Take Lu Yao’s novella “A Thrilling Scene” for example. He started writing it in 78, but it was not until 80 that it was finally published in the magazine “Contemporary”.

This shows how difficult it is to write an article.

However, Jiang Xian just recently proposed to revise the manuscript.

In just less than a month, he wrote several short and medium-length stories? !

Let’s not talk about the quality first.

In terms of the level of creativity, it is extremely rare in the world!
"Dad~"

"Hey."

Hearing his daughter calling him, Jiang Xian stood up and smiled apologetically, "I'll go see my daughter."

"You go, you go."

As soon as Jiang Xian left, Li Jingfeng glanced at the manuscript on the table with a look of disbelief.

"Boss, I am not dreaming."

"In such a short period of time, you have written several short and medium-length stories?"

"I'm just wondering, why doesn't Jiang Xian's literary talent cost money? He can write whatever he wants? He can use it however he wants?"

".Maybe this is a talent for writing. Some people are born to be writers."

Wei Junyi said, "Take Mr. Lu Xun for example. From the publication of 'Random Thoughts' in New Youth in 1918 to the unfinished 'Two or Three Things I Remembered Because of Mr. Taiyan' before his death in 1936, he always maintained a strong creative power. These people are born to be literary masters."

"Mr. Lu Xun."

Li Jingfeng heard something else in Wei Junyi's words.

Although Wei Junyi did not directly and exaggeratedly describe Jiang Xian as the reincarnation of Lu Xun, in terms of his vigorous creativity, Wei Junyi believes that he can catch up with Lu Xun.

This is already a very high praise.

Not to mention her last sentence, 'These people are born to be literary masters', which bluntly points out that the writer Jiang Xian will definitely achieve the title of "literary master".

"Let me see how the manuscript is written first."

Wei Junyi picked up the manuscript on the table and opened it. The front part was still "The Heavenly Game", and it was obvious that there were no changes.

"The Game of Heaven" ends with the four words "half a step ahead of heaven".

Jiang Xian did not write a single word on the half page of manuscript after "Half a Move Ahead of Heaven", and Wei Junyi turned to the next page.

This is obviously a new novel.

She looked at the first line, which contained the title of the novel:
"'Quick Horse'!"

"No one knows the life of Kuaima. Today, when I picked up the pen to write about him, I seemed to see his hawk-like, ferocious eyes again. He always stared at people like that, with a shotgun in his hand. You will never forget him after seeing him once. Good and evil will fade with the passage of time, but he will always stand clearly in front of you. This old man, his whole appearance is like a sharp knife, and a few words will be deeply engraved on the screen of your memory."

Wei Junyi was so engrossed in reading just one paragraph.

Kuaima is not a horse, but a person. This person is called Kuaima.

He was once a member of the Homecoming Group, but after he was defeated, the Homecoming Group was disbanded.

Kuaima lived a life of being intermittently criticized and constantly carrying manure.

But no matter how others spit on him or kick him, he stood firm as solid as steel, accumulating resentment and also accumulating strength.

The reasons for resentment can be a little ridiculous:

Kuaima had an old boss who was a Japanese spy, but he was kind to Kuaima. However, his old boss was beheaded by the Eighth Route Army, so Kuaima bore a grudge against the Eighth Route Army and dreamed of avenging his old boss.

Even when he heard about the counterattack, Kuaima became excited and pulled others to prepare for the uprising. However, when others heard this, they were immediately frightened and drove him out.

The reason why the fast horse was able to keep carrying manure was because the old lady next door let him go.

The returning group buried the old lady's son alive, and Kuaima was also involved.

The old lady once grabbed his trouser legs and begged him to let her son go, but the returning group attacked her anyway and knocked the old lady unconscious with the back of a knife.

Later, during the trial of Kuaima, the old grandmother was asked to testify and identify the murderer of her son. The old grandmother closed her eyes, shook her head vigorously with tears on her face.

Because Kuaima's wife had just died and he had a two-year-old daughter who cried all night long, and the old lady next door could hear her every night.

Later, Kuaima grew old and gave up doing anything. When he had nothing to do, he taught the little boy who called him "Grandpa", whom he named Gourd, how to aim and watched him go down to the river to catch fish.

The old lady also died.

On the day of the funeral, Kuaima sat in front of the old lady's grave for a whole day and gradually figured out some things.

The next day, the fast horse took the puppy to the market. The puppy held the gun and aimed everywhere, and finally mischievously aimed at the fast horse.

The bullet from the gun, which had never fired, hit the fast horse.

The fast horse fell to his knees and sighed.

"God will destroy me too!"

The novel came to an abrupt end at the words "Heaven will destroy me", and the following half page of manuscript paper still had no words written on it.

Hiss.

Wei Junyi closed the book and pondered for a long time.

"How about it?"

Wei Junyi looked in the direction of the voice and didn't know when Jiang Xian had sat back next to her.

"Cool and cool."

Wei Junyi thought for a while and gave this two-word evaluation.

"This story is not at all conventional, it is really refreshing. In my opinion, there are not many people in the literary world who can write such a good story. Your avant-garde thoughts and ideas really deserve the name 'fast horse'."

"You're welcome."

Jiang Xian modestly said, "I know in my heart that there is still a gap between this novel and "The Heavenly Bureau"."

"That's a bad word."

Wei Junyi waved her hand, "They have different styles, how can they be compared? "Kuaima" is cool and unrestrained, and "Tianju" is tragic and fierce. In my opinion, they both have their own highlights."

On the other hand, Li Jingfeng was also surprised to see Wei Junyi's high evaluation of Jiang Xian's "Fast Horse".

He just counted and found that there were a total of six novels in Jiang Xian's pile of manuscripts, including "Tian Ju". It was extremely rare for him to be able to create so many novels in such a short time.

It is even more difficult to ensure quality while ensuring quantity.

"Is it that good?"

After bringing the manuscript back to the publishing house, Li Jingfeng spent an afternoon reading all five novels after "The Heavenly Bureau".

The second chapter, "Kuai Ma", is about a poor peasant boy nicknamed "Kuai Ma". Out of gratitude to his old boss, he voluntarily follows his old boss to join the Homecoming Corps and become a bandit. When he is finally destroyed, he finally shouts, "God will destroy me."

The third chapter, "Mystery of Death", has a drunkard as the protagonist. After getting drunk, he must take poison. At the end, the drunkard left a poem with four lines in total. The last line is, "The dirt falls from the sky with a rustling sound."

Chapter 4, "The Disaster Star".

Chapter 5, "The Saints".

Chapter 6. "God of Gamblers".

There are six novels in total, and Li Jingfeng read them all in one breath, feeling extremely satisfied.

Very high quality!

He felt that every article was of a quality worthy of being published in a magazine of the same level as People's Literature!
What is even more surprising is that all six novels are related to the theme of fate.

There is a word "天" inserted at the end of each sentence, for a total of six.

Li Jingfeng closed the book and pondered for a long time, and could not help but ask:
"Has Jiang Xian become an expert at writing articles?!"

(End of this chapter)