Literary Master 1978

Huangdao is not very big. Standing on a slightly higher slope, you can only see the endless gray sea and sky.

There are not many residents on the island. It is said that there is only one production team with more than ten fishermen living on the island. The scale is a production team, but the organization is a commune.

The editorial department of "Yenching Literature" has good intentions to find such a small and sparsely populated island, but it is obvious that the writers are extremely indignant about their behavior.

Whenever they eat, everyone will inevitably get together to criticize the shameless behavior of the editorial department.

Faced with everyone's dissatisfaction, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening can only pretend to be stupid. After all, everyone is in a circle, and people should be given the freedom to complain, right?

These writers are also kind. They complain that the editorial department has spent real money to invite everyone to come, and it is not justifiable if they don't produce some works.

Fu Yonglin doesn't let them go out, so they really don't go out. They stay in the hotel all day and concentrate on writing.

Of course, there are benefits to the writers' meeting.

Many writers hang out together day and night, and have plenty of time and energy to exchange their reading experience, writing experience and life experience. If they talk more, they will always bring some insights to each other inadvertently.

When everyone was creating, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening acted as supervisors and chat companions.

That night, after dinner, Lin Chaoyang and Tao Yushu ran to the beach for a walk.

These days are the dog days of summer. It is extremely hot during the day and it will cool down in the evening.

There are more than ten people in the writers' meeting, but because Lin Chaoyang and his wife are a couple, usually, even if everyone goes out for a walk, they will not walk with them, for fear of disturbing their world of two.

In the evening of midsummer, the couple walked in the afterglow of the sunset. The sand on Huangdao Beach is yellow, and the sea water overflows, turning golden under the sun.

"Are you really not going to write something?" Tao Yushu asked.

Today is the third day in Huangdao. While other writers are struggling to come up with new works in their rooms, Lin Chaoyang is living a carefree life and has no intention of writing anything.

"My novel has just been published in Yanjing Literature. I can't stand writing for them again." Lin Chaoyang said easily.

Tao Yushu smiled when she heard this. She didn't want to urge her husband to write a novel, but she felt that eating someone's mouth is soft and taking someone's hand is short.

"The black-hearted people in the editorial department are taking advantage of your mentality. You will be fooled if you talk to them about conscience.

If you really write a bullshit novel for them now, do you think they will accept it?

So, don't be fooled by the hypocrisy of these guys."

After being influenced by many senior editors in the industry, Lin Chaoyang has reached a certain level of cultivation. He is no longer surprised by the methods of these people. He is calm and indifferent even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him.

The couple walked and chatted. After a while, the sunset fell into the sea, and the vast sea surface also sank into darkness.

The two returned to the hotel, and the others also came back. Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening arranged for everyone to gather in the room to talk about ideas and inspire each other. This has become a routine after dinner in recent days.

Most writers are talkative, but some people will only talk about topics that interest them.

All the people present are colleagues, and they have many common topics to talk about.

Wang Zengqi is the oldest and most experienced among the writers. Naturally, he is the most talkative person here, and he can always discover different views in some ordinary topics, which makes people unconsciously feel a mysterious and profound sense of him.

Fu Yonglin asked everyone to write something, and he wrote the fastest. In his words, "I have lived long enough and seen a lot. If I take out a paragraph at random, isn't it a novel?"

Compared with Wang Zengqi's ease, others are not so relaxed.

Li Tuo is now mostly focused on film theory research and reviews, and has no intention of writing novels.

Cheng Zhongshi is the most nervous, because his writing style must be based on life, and he can't figure out anything in a hurry.

There are also several other people who have their own problems.

Fu Yonglin led everyone to chat for a while and asked Lin Chaoyang: "What are Chaoyang's thoughts recently?"

"No. The novel has just been published, and my mind hasn't recovered yet."

Lin Chaoyang's answer was very straightforward, leaving Fu Yonglin helpless.

Among the people present, except Tao Yushu, Zhang Dening claimed to know Lin Chaoyang best, and she would not believe Lin Chaoyang's lies.

She knew that Lin Chaoyang just didn't want to write.

"Chaoyang, can you talk about inspiration first? It doesn't have to be a mature idea, and you don't have to write. Just draw out this idea.

There are so many of us. As long as you have a little idea, we may build a complete story by chatting."

Zhang Dening knew that Lin Chaoyang was a stubborn donkey. He would not move even if he was led, and would retreat even if he was beaten. He had to stroke his hair in the right way.

After she said this, Lin Chaoyang had no choice but to keep silent, otherwise it would seem that he was deliberately resisting the "good intentions" of the editorial comrades.

He thought for a long time before speaking.

"How did your editorial department think of holding a writing meeting in Huangdao?"

His first sentence was not to talk about ideas and thoughts, but to ask questions.

This question made Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening look a little embarrassed, while the expressions of others were subtle, and there was a bit of satisfaction on their faces.

"This... Huangdao has a quiet environment, which is very suitable for holding a pen conference." Fu Yonglin explained dryly.

Everyone thought that Lin Chaoyang asked this question on purpose. Listening to Fu Yonglin's words, they had the urge to laugh, but they had to hold it back.

Lin Chaoyang continued to say seriously: "Huangdao is such a closed island. If something happens, people outside may not know, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was still smiling immediately felt a cold air coming from behind, and the eyes they looked at Lin Chaoyang were wrong.

"Don't talk nonsense. The editorial department came to you to hold a pen conference, not to seek money or death." Zhang Dening said angrily.

She suspected that Lin Chaoyang was dissatisfied with the editorial department, so he deliberately said this to disturb the morale of the army.

"I didn't say that, why are you nervous?"

Lin Chaoyang's words left Zhang Dening speechless, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

He ignored Zhang Dening and continued: "An environment like Huangdao is naturally suitable as a place for stories with a strong sense of suspense. For example, I have an idea in my mind now..."

Lin Chaoyang's first few sentences worked very well as an introduction, making everyone curious about his story.

“Yan Shouzhong’s father used to be a fisherman. In his impression, if there was work on the fishing boats, his father would work as a hired hand, and when there was no work, his father would go to the dock to unload the cargo.

At ten o'clock in the morning, my father came home. For a long time, he sat in a chair, staring at his hands, occasionally mumbling to himself, and his eyes became big and deep.

My father once took Yan Shouzhong to see those islands. At that time, he was still a little boy and could not help much on the fishing boat..."

Lin Chaoyang's tone was soft and slow, and he spoke eloquently, as if an old man was talking about what happened in the past.

But the mottled time is not warm. People always beautify the past and make those difficult and cruel memories look like photos framed.

As he told it, everyone gradually became immersed in the story, their whole bodies and minds attracted to the point that they completely ignored time.

"Yan Shouzhong said that people on this island can always create facts that are beneficial to themselves, thinking that as long as they are told enough times, those things will become true.

His words made Lei Ming angry, and veins appeared on his head, as if he was planning to teach him a lesson at any time.

Yan Shouzhong didn't care, he continued:

They had a meeting tonight and Dr. Lee came to see me and he told me that I never had a partner. If I asked you, I would say the same thing.

Lei Ming looked at the floor and said to him: I don't know what you are talking about, Officer Yan.

Yan Shouzhong and Lei Ming struggled for a long time, but they each insisted on their own opinions, and neither could convince the other.

Finally, Lei Ming's hands clenched his knees, looking at Yan Shuzhong with a painful expression, and he whispered: You must leave here.

Yan Shouzhong said: I know.

Lei Ming shook his head: No, you don't know. You have no idea what's going on here. Leave here, forget everything here, and never look back.

So tell me, what exactly happened here? "

Lin Chaoyang's voice stopped at this question. Everyone waited for a long time. Seeing that he still didn't speak, they hurriedly asked: "You should continue talking!"

"I haven't thought about the rest yet, what should I say?" Lin Chaoyang said slowly.

After listening to half of the story, Zhang Dening was scratched by his temptation and said: "You are a liar! You told it in such detail, how dare you say that you haven't thought about what happened next?"

"That's right. I've never seen anyone who can talk about ideas more smoothly than you. You're not talking about ideas, you're clearly telling a story." Li Tuo also said dissatisfied.

After the two people expressed their opinions, others also protested against Lin Chaoyang's shameless break.

But no matter what everyone said, Lin Chaoyang just refused to continue talking, leaving everyone saying nothing.

"This guy is so boring!"

"It's all going to be published anyway, why don't we listen first?"

Everyone denounced it and saw that Lin Chaoyang was unmoved and planned to give up the struggle, but Wang Zengqi said to Fu Yonglin: "Yonglin, Chaoyang's story is of a good standard and makes people want to stop listening to it. Your editorial department cannot let this go." good story.”

After listening to Wang Zengqi's words, everyone started to encourage Fu Yonglin.

"Yes, the PEN Club has such a great opportunity, it would be a waste not to write this story out."

In fact, there was no need for them to instigate. After listening to Lin Chaoyang telling the beginning of the story, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening realized that this story would be wonderful if it could be written into a novel. How could they give up such a good story?

What's more, this is a story told by Lin Chaoyang himself during the PEN Conference.

Fu Yonglin asked Lin Chaoyang, "Chaoyang, have you finished writing this story?"

"No, I haven't conceived it yet. How can I start writing it?"

Lin Chaoyang's shamelessness made Fu Yonglin have the urge to give him a kick. Now that he has said it like this, are you telling me that you haven't come up with it yet?

You can't be too shameless!

He cursed in his heart, but Fu Yonglin still had a big picture view.

What is their purpose of holding this PEN meeting? Isn’t it just to produce more works? Aren’t good works coming now?

"You can try writing first. Sometimes creation is like this. The inspiration may not come out until the moment you start writing."

"Well, that makes sense. But this story is more complicated and not as straightforward as the usual realism style.

If it is written as a novel, it has very high requirements on narrative and structure.

So, I still need to spend more time to think about it. "

Knowing that Lin Chaoyang was suspected of shirking his responsibilities, Fu Yonglin had to admit that what he said made some sense.

He had just listened to half of the story. It was indeed a style that focused on narrative and structure, and required a lot of time on logical reasoning and rationality construction.

"Then... when do you plan to start writing?"

"This... is hard to say!"

Anyway, it is impossible to write during the writing meeting. He came out to accompany his wife to travel around the mountains and rivers, so how could he have time to write a novel!

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Fu Yonglin was disappointed, but still said: "It doesn't matter. You think about it slowly. If you have any ideas, you can communicate with me and Dening more."

"Of course." Lin Chaoyang perfunctorily said insincerely.

Turning around, when Lin Chaoyang returned to the room, Fu Yonglin pulled Zhang Dening, his face full of seriousness, as if his superiors were giving orders to the front line.

"After returning to Yanjing, you keep an eye on this kid!"