1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 83 Story Summary
October, Beijing Film Studio.

Jiang Xian had just returned from editing a manuscript at Renwen Press when he bumped into Shi Wenxin head-on in the carport.

"Teacher Jiang!"

"Teacher Shi! Where have you been?"

"I saw my wife off at the train station." Shi Wenxin smiled at him, "I went to film a movie."

"Which script?"

"The Passenger in Handcuffs, a play directed and performed by Yu Yang himself."

“That piece!”

Jiang Xian has seen this movie. It is a spy-war, murder-thriller thriller, a rare genre these days. There are also quite a few fighting scenes, which were thought up by the director and actors themselves and looked a bit childish.

At that time, I thought Wei Xiaoming in the play was so pretty, lively and cute, so I searched the cast list and found out it was Xiao Cai Ming.

grass.

"Where is Teacher Ge going to take the photo?"

"Datong, Shanxi."

The filming base was in Datong. The crew decorated the streets overnight, wrote slogans, put up big-character posters, and built a stage. This scared the people who got up early for work in the morning. They thought something had happened again and they even called the police station.

"Teacher Jiang, are you going?" Shi Wenxin asked.

"I go to Renwen Press to revise my manuscript."

Jiang Xian remembered something and took out the 10th issue of People's Literature from his bag. "Teacher Shi, this is a sample the magazine gave me. This is for you."

"Is there an article by you, Mr. Jiang?"

"There is one."

"Then I'll have to read it." Shi Wenxin took it with a smile.

"It's just a humble work." Jiang Xian said modestly.

After saying goodbye to Jiang Xian at the corner, Shi Wenxin took the "People's Literature" and entered the main building of Beijing Film Academy. The east side of the third floor was the territory of their Literature Department and the "Film Creation" editorial department.

After saying hello to her colleagues, she pulled out a chair and sat down, poured herself a cup of hot water, and started to deal with the manuscripts on the table. There was not much work today, so she had some free time, so she opened the volume of "People's Literature".

"Furong Town", Jiang Xian, Part 2: "People from the mountain town!"

Shi Wenxin has not read the first part, but he is not worried that it will affect his reading of the second part.

After all, she didn't have high expectations.

Shi Wenxin has been engaged in the editing industry for a lifetime and deeply understands one truth -

No matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to maintain a high level of creativity all the time.

Even Jiang Xian is bound to make mistakes sometimes.

"Read it first."

She held up a magnifying glass and scanned down line by line.

The autumn afternoon sun gradually becomes tired. The courtyard of the Beijing Film Studio outside the window is rich in color, fragrant, and slowly spread, dressed in gold.

In the office, Shi Wenxin's brows, which had been relaxed, had already furrowed.

In the last section, "The Young Widow", the tofu beauty Hu Yuyin lost her husband and cried out miserably in the dark night at the grave.

This tragedy was both expected and shocking.

Shi Wenxin's eyes were filled with tears and he couldn't help wanting to cry.

She really felt the same way.

Ge Cunzhuang is also the main creator of "Little Soldier Zhang Ga". During those years, she almost became Hu Yuyin in the book.

"It's so well written! How can it be written so well?" Shi Wenxin wiped her eyes and sobbed softly.

Her colleagues had already left work, so she hurriedly packed up and left.

She couldn't wait to find the 9th issue of "People's Literature" and supplement the content of the first part of "Furong Town".

Not long after Shi Wenxin left, Jiang Huaiyan, director of the Department of Literature, slipped into the office carrying a bottle of Erguotou.

I don’t dare drink it at home, so I can only satisfy my craving secretly in the office.

He took two sips and glanced at the unclosed magazine in Shi Wenxin's hand.

After one hour.

Jiang Huaiyan poured half a glass of wine in one gulp. His eyes suddenly turned red and tears immediately flowed down.

His face flushed, he pointed at the characters that existed in the text and cursed.

"Fuck you, sir."

"Stinky bastard."

"Try my big-eared post!"

He carried the bottle of wine and went to the guesthouse of Beijing Film Studio.

At this moment, he just wanted to buy the author of the novel a drink.

I knocked on Jiang Xian's door, but I didn't expect him to be writing something at his desk.

He was drunk and only heard what seemed to be the outline of the story, which was related to "horse-drawn carriages" and "road reform".

(A synopsis is a summary of the film's story. When film studios are looking for scripts, they will use the synopsis as a basis for judging and selecting.)
"Writer Jiang, you have to drink this glass of wine.

This "Furong Town" must also be filmed! "

After the second part of "Furong Town" was published in the 10th issue of "People's Literature", it finally began to attract the attention of readers from all over the country.

In less than a month, the editorial department of People's Literature received hundreds of letters, and newspapers and periodicals such as Contemporary, Works and Debates, and Hunan Daily successively published relevant news, interviews, and comments.

Wang Fu sent Jiang Xian a letter from a reader and also wanted him to write another article about his creation, which would be published in the 12th issue of "People's Literature" this year, at the same time as the last part of "Furong Town".

Jiang Xian agreed but didn't rush to write.

Because he still has a "major national event" to deal with -

As the saying goes, winter comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter stores.

In the twenty-four solar terms, just after the Frost Descent, he had to go home to store vegetables for the winter.

Winter stored vegetables are definitely the urban memory of Beijing.

Around November every year, after the Frost Descent, storing vegetables for the winter becomes the top priority for every household. Organizing and helping the masses store cabbage for the winter is an important task of the government.

Wherever there is an open space, even on the roadside, a temporary winter vegetable sales station will be set up.

This is an old tradition. Since 1959, the capital has mobilized residents and catering units of government agencies and factories to carry out "social cabbage storage activities."

Wei Ran Hutong.

At daybreak, Jiang Xian was woken up by his mother and asked to put on thick cotton trousers layer by layer.

"Go and push the cart over here quickly." Rao Yuemei urged.

I put the socks hanging on the windowsill on his face. They became hard and stayed in place. I don't know how it works.

"Mom, shall we have breakfast?"

"It's too late. Eat a pear instead."

His mother stuffed a Beijing white pear into his hand and Jiang Xian put it in his pocket.

The whole family is involved in storing vegetables for the winter, because the purchase of vegetables is calculated per person, and each person can buy dozens of kilograms, so the more people who come to the house, the more vegetables they buy.

A family of four went to the vegetable market. Jiang Xian and his father pushed a cart, his mother pushed a bicycle, and his sister Jiang Ke sat on the cart, hunching her neck, with her hands in her pockets, looking dazed and not yet awake.

It's a cold day today, and there are similar families all along the road, bringing the old and the young, out in full force, facing the cold wind, shivering, and accommodating each other to form a long dragon, as if they were fleeing a famine.

"It's a good thing we didn't eat, there are so many people here." Rao Yuemei felt relieved.

Jiang Xian was speechless. They got up at 5:30 in the morning, didn't eat breakfast, didn't wash up, and didn't even empty the chamber pot!
Even so, there are so many households lined up at the front.

"As long as there is one person stirring up trouble, everyone else will be in trouble. This is called involution."

The situation at the vegetable market was even more exaggerated, with several long queues and the cabbages piled up like small mountains.

"When will it be my turn?" Jiang Xian walked around shivering, feeling cold and hungry.

I remembered that I had a pear in my pocket. Just as I paused, a reminder flashed in my mind.

"Inspiration [Fruit] Progress +1, Current Progress (2/100)"

He held the Beijing white pear in a daze, pondering for a long time.

understood.

Why does the progress keep jumping for unknown reasons?

Because progress is the transportation distance of the fruit!

It will be reported once every 1 kilometer accumulated.

(End of this chapter)