1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 86 Auspicious Immunity
"The conch horn blows, beep beep, and the seagulls spread their wings and fly away."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Xian hummed a song and rode back to the Beijing Film Studio where he had been enjoying free rides for a long time.

By the way, can you believe that this song "Little Conch Trumpet" is also a banned song?

Because she deliberately imitated Teresa Teng's singing style, Cheng Lin, the singer of "The Little Conch Trumpet", was even banned from performing for several years.

"Writer Jiang, you're back so late."

"I'm going home today to stock up on vegetables for the winter."

Jiang Xian handed over a "Glory" cigarette familiarly and became friends with the security guard of the Beijing Film Studio. There was still a long time to come, and he was not like Chen Ai'ge, who could pick a fight with others.

He returned to his room, took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer, then ran to Zhang Jie's door and knocked.

The screenwriters all live in single rooms, and Jiang Xian noticed that there was an old woman sitting in Zhang Jie's room.

"Sister Zhang, who is this?"

"Zhang Zifang, Zhong Dianwei's wife."

"Oh, hello, hello."

As mentioned earlier, Zhong Dianwei is a senior cadre and film critic who has written millions of words on film theory. He has many talented disciples and is well-known overseas. Foreigners visit him every day. He is also Acheng's father.

Zhang Zifang is Acheng's mother. She was a member of the Yanling Team when she was young and fought against the Japanese in Baiyangdian. Now she is the deputy secretary of the Beijing Film Studio.

"You're still not off work so late?"

"The Beijing Film Studio allocated me a room and a half, so my wife and I moved in. It's close, so we can come over and sit with each other in the evening."

"What about the original house?" Jiang Xian asked hurriedly, "Are you still living there?"

“I haven’t thought about that yet.”

"Where is it? A courtyard or a compound?"

"Zhenxing Lane, a mixed courtyard."

"Zhenxing Lane is quite close to Tiananmen Square, but it's a pity that it's just a mixed courtyard." Jiang Xian looked regretful.

"Little brother, are you crazy about the house?" Zhang Jie smiled with narrowed eyes, "Teacher Zhang has a son who will be retired soon due to illness, and the two bosses will arrange a place for him to stay."

"Zhong Acheng?"

"you know?"

"I heard about him from my friends." Jiang Xian said vaguely.

He handed the manuscript in his hand to Zhang Jie.

"Teacher Zhang, please help me look at this. This is the outline of a story I wrote recently."

"it is good."

"You two can chat."

After saying goodbye to the two of them, Jiang Xian returned to his room.

He took off his military coat and scarf, put on cotton slippers, washed up quickly, filled a kettle with hot water, made a cup of fragrant Gaosui'er, and put his bare feet into the washbasin.

"hiss"

As the hot water is applied, the sweat hairs relax, a shiver runs through the whole body, and all the tiredness disappears.

The exhausting day finally came to an end.

Then the time to reap the rewards has arrived.

Holding the teacup, Jiang Xian took a sip of hot tea and sipped it softly.

"System, synthesize!"

"Unlocked the fourth synthesis path:"

“[Tang Dynasty] + [Fruit] = Novella "Lychees in Chang'an"”

"Unlock additional rewards: Random inspiration x2 (can be synthesized independently, there is a risk of failure)"

Jiang Xian didn't have time to think about the extra reward. All his attention was drawn to this 7-word novella, and he quickly scanned a few lines.

[A Tong raised her head proudly, waiting for him to continue praising her. But there was no movement for a long time. She moved her eyes in anger, only to find that Li Shande's hand, which was stroking the civet cat, was shaking slightly.

What's wrong with you? Are you sick?

Li Shande forced a smile: "No, I'm afraid. I've never spent so much money on something that has no chance of success in my life."

Why are you still doing something that has no outcome? Ah Tong felt that this city dweller was simply unreasonable. Li Shande let out a long breath, as if to let out all the grievances in his chest. His extremely exhausted expression made a trace of determination appear between his brows.

Even if I fail, I want to know how far away from the finish line I fall.]
I see! I see!
Tang Dynasty, fruit.

This article "Lychees in Chang'an" tells the story of the poet Du Mu: A horseman rides through the red dust, and the concubine smiles, but no one knows that the lychees are coming.

In the 14th year of Tianbao, Li Shande, a minor official in Chang'an City, was deceived into accepting an impossible task: to transport fresh lychees from Lingnan to Chang'an before the birthday of the imperial concubine.

“It’s actually Prince Ma’s work.”

The original author of this novel is Ma Boyong, whose works include "The Wind Rises in Longxi", "The Twelve Hours in Chang'an" and "The Antique Bureau".
The 7-word "Lychees in Chang'an" is one of his best works.

He wrote a lot of different things, covering many fields. He also wrote martial arts novels, but he stopped writing for two years. Two years later, he forced a conclusion with a few hundred words: a meteorite fell from the sky, and everyone was crushed to death. The protagonist escaped and committed suicide, and the whole article ended.

Since then, a large number of online writers have been inspired and started the vigorous era of fancy eunuchs.

In addition, this Prince Ma, because of a hype, turned himself into a person with a strange fate that brings bad luck to anyone who touches him, and he attacks indiscriminately.

A publishing house was preparing to publish his book, but suddenly there was a power outage and three computers on site were burned; when publishing "The Wind Rises in Longxi", Wuming caught fire and all the books were burned; he handed the manuscript to a courier company and the sorting point caught fire; the powerful Bestaman was just about to publish his book when the publishing department was suddenly reorganized.
There are many strange events like this, which have been recorded as "Event Records". If you want to escape from them, you need to shout "Auspicious Imperial Mitigation!"

Now you understand what the chapter title means.

No. 74 Shaoxing Road, Shanghai.

A long time has passed, but Chen Qi's name is still well-known in the Story Club magazine.

Earn foreign exchange! That's earning foreign exchange!

Although only a few dozen copies were sold, Story Club was sold to the United States, and the American people even wrote letters praising it.

The entire magazine was excited and encouraged, and the leaders came to inspect and investigate, and gave praise. The magazine was immediately changed from a bimonthly to a monthly.

Foreigners are not interested in everything in China.

Zhang Ailing once wanted to write a novel based on Zhang Xiaoliuzi. This novel took up a lot of her effort. She spent several years collecting writing materials in Hong Kong and even went to Taiwan to prepare to interview Zhang Xiaoliuzi himself.

It took me three or four years to write The Young Marshal in English, hoping to enter the American literary world through it.

In the end, she stopped writing after writing two-thirds of the book because Americans simply couldn't understand it and didn't like to read it. In addition, Xiao Liuzi's identity was sensitive, so Formosa Boulevard refused to publish her book.

In 1991, Xiao Liuzi regained his freedom, and someone advised Zhang Ailing to continue writing.

She said she was no longer interested in Xiao Liuzi, and even hated him, so "The Young Marshal" became a half-finished project for her.

Bian Huawei was lying on the table, processing letters as usual. When he saw a certain name, his eyes suddenly widened, "Jiang Xian finally sent the manuscript!"

"Such a thick stack? It made me wait for nothing."

He couldn't wait to take a look.

Huo Yuanjia, Jiang Xian.

Isn’t that Teacher Chen Qi?

Bian Huawei was a little disappointed.

I'm not a great writer, I just tell good stories.

"Story Club" publishes popular literature, commercial literature designed to satisfy readers' pleasure.

It is often difficult for people who engage in traditional literature to do popular literature well.

If a novel like "Furong Town" were sent to their storytelling club, I'm afraid no editor would even take a look at it.

Is what he wrote okay?

Bian Huawei frowned, drank a sip of tea, and started reading the manuscript.
(End of this chapter)