1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 79 Jiang Xian Phenomenon
"Writer Jiang has published a new work? What's the name?"

"Furong Town."

"Sha Ting also wrote a concurrent commentary!"

"The title is printed on the cover. This is the outstanding work in this issue of People's Literature."

"Cha Haisheng, lend it to me first."

"No loan."

There was some commotion in the lecture hall. Jiang Xian, who was indirectly responsible for the incident, stood up awkwardly: "Jianying, Xiaoping, Liang Zuo, I'm leaving first."

Liang Zuoteng stood up and said, "Teacher Jiang, I'd like to invite you to the Changzheng Canteen for dinner. The dumplings there are very delicious."

"Why did you invite me?" Jiang Xian was puzzled.

Is this the power of being an idol? Everyone wants to treat you to a meal, just like the top fresh meat later, every female fan wants to sleep with him.

"You are all poor students with little money. If anyone wants to treat you, it has to be me. Come on, tell me about the Long March Restaurant and I'll make the arrangements."

Jiang Xian was like a close brother, full of positive energy, and he gave the three of them such warmth that they were deeply moved.

"See you."

"See you later, Teacher Jiang!"

Even after Jiang Xian disappeared for a long time, Liang Zuo still felt a little lost, "Teacher Jiang is such a good person."

Wang Xiaoping nodded. "It's so comfortable to be with him. It's like being bathed in spring breeze."

"Stop being a fangirl." Cha Jianying teased, "Let's go, we have to go back to class."

The three of them were students of the Chinese Department. In order to catch a glimpse of Teacher Jiang, they skipped an entire class.

Liang Zuo packed up his things and went into the classroom. He first asked Liu Zhenyun, who lived in the same dormitory, "Did you take roll call in the last class?"

"I called out for you and the teacher heard it." Liu Zhenyun was a little depressed.

Liang Zuo's face turned pale. "You should find someone else to help you. Your Mandarin is so poor."

"This is Mandarin!" Liu Zhenyun said confidently, "During the Song Dynasty, our Henan dialect was called Mandarin, and your Beijing dialect was called Huyu. Do you know where the word "nonsense" came from?"

"I grew up in the capital, I'm talking nonsense, right?"

"What's wrong with growing up in the capital?" Liu Zhenyun patted his chest. "Our village is right next to Kaifeng. During the Song Dynasty, it was also the suburbs of the capital."

Liu Zhenyun is a man who speaks in a nasty way, and even Wang Shuo can't take advantage of him.

Liang Zuo was also feeling depressed at this moment.

Teacher Jiang is right. You have to study history and read the "Twenty-Four Histories", otherwise you won't be able to beat others in conversation.

The next big class was taught by Mr. Ji Zhenhuai, who was the director of the Chinese Department of Yenching University. He was also known as the "Four Old Men of Chinese at Yenching University" along with Wu Zuxiang, Wang Yao and Ji Xianlin.

Mr. Ji Zhenhuai's class should have been taught in a respectful and lively manner, but today was unusual, with a bunch of students slacking off and gossiping.

"It's magnificent. Writer Jiang is going to write a Chinese version of Notre Dame de Paris."

"The southern customs are well written, and they really have the flavor of our Xiangxi."

"Isn't this Li Guoxiang the same manager mentioned in the Red Flag editorial?"

"Writer Jiang keeps up with current events!"

"Have you finished reading? Lend it to me for a while."

The more Liang Zuo listened, the more he felt itchy. After class, he didn't even go to eat lunch and hurried to the library. Fortunately, there was still a copy of "People's Literature" that had not been borrowed.

He happily found a seat to sit down, and excitedly followed the table of contents, turning to the page where "Furong Town" was located.

"Hey?"

"Where did it go?" Liang Zuo flipped through the pages for a long time but couldn't find the corresponding page. After observing for a long time, he discovered a row of jagged tear marks at the seams of the book.

"Which grandson tore this off?"

"It's so fucking immoral!" Liang Zuo felt like he was about to explode with anger.

Fortunately, the review published by Sha Ting was still preserved on it, and Liang Zuo hurriedly opened it.

"A new achievement in the creative world, 'Furong Town'"

[The publication of "Furong Town" is not only a leap forward in Jiang Xian's creative career, but also a breakthrough in contemporary Chinese literature.]
[This novel "Furong Town" inherits and develops "reflective literature" and can be said to be born out of necessity. Its high artistic starting point, bold and profound writing style, and elegant style are completely different from previous novels.]
[Editor Wang Fu was shocked when he first read the unrevised manuscript. This is the first time I have seen such a novel in a medium or long novel that reflects the true face of rural life from a new perspective and points out the harm caused in rural areas.]
"Is it really that good?" Liang Zuo put down the magazine with shocked eyes.

For him, Sha Ting's review was just a temporary solution, or even adding fuel to the fire. He walked out of the library in a daze and happened to bump into Wang Xiaoping who came to borrow a book.

"Are you here to borrow this issue of People's Literature?"

"Are you attracted to it?"

"No, this issue has been borrowed. You have to wait."

"what?"

Wang Xiaoping was dumbfounded.

She suddenly remembered that someone had mentioned a concept before: Jiang Xian's works often attract criticism from many authors, but are extremely popular in society and can cause a great sensation. This is called the "Jiang Xian phenomenon."

Liang Zuo rode his bicycle to seven or eight newspaper sales points, but failed to buy the 9th issue of "People's Literature". Finally, he bought a copy at a remote post office in Zhongguancun.

He squatted under a big poplar tree and couldn't wait to open it.

"Furong Town", Jiang Xian.

"In this world, if you don't step on me and I don't step on you, we can't survive."

The first sentence alone attracted Liang Zuo, and a southern rural landscape slowly unfolded before him.

When he raised his head again, his face was full of regret.

"Is this gone?"

"Why do we have to wait another month?"

Liang Zuo scratched his ears and cheeks, like the red-eyed cows in heat in the farmlands on both sides of Baiyi Road. He wished that time would pass quickly and directly pass to the day when the 10th issue of "People's Literature" was published.

"Inspiration [Tang Dynasty] Progress +1, Current Progress (10/10)"

At Yan University, another class taught by Professor Deng Guangming ended. Jiang Xian breathed a sigh of relief, finally finishing the inspiration for the Tang Dynasty.

It is an anecdote to be an auditor at Yanda. Many people have taken advantage of the opportunity to be an auditor at Yanda and later became famous, such as him.

Just as he was about to pack up and leave, he heard a few students discussing something nearby.

"Gu Yanshan should be a good person. He is a soldier from the north and he is brave and righteous."

"I don't think Gu Yanshan is a positive character. How can a positive character have a sexual dysfunction and be so self-deprecating?"

"Perhaps the positive character that "Furong Town" wants to write about is not necessarily a perfect person?" Jiang Xian interrupted.

Several people looked at him with disapproval.

"Ridiculous, there is no such statement."

"That's right, is there any basis for what you said?"

"How many times have you seen Furong Town? Do you understand Furong Town?"

Jiang Xian: “.”

(End of this chapter)