Literary Master 1978

After seven days in Huangdao, under the high-intensity supervision of Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening, the writers' new works came out one after another.

The works written in such a short time are naturally short stories. Among them, the most well-received one after it was published is the short story "Migration" written by Wang Zengqi.

The novel tells the characters of Wang Zengqi's hometown. In Wang Zengqi's novels and essays, he has always been generous with his hometown. Moreover, because of his long-term and meticulous observation and strong nostalgia, the hometown in his works always makes people feel kind and fresh and unforgettable.

After writing the novel, everyone finally got rid of the shackles and rushed out of the cage of the hotel to the coast.

The tourism resources of Huangdao have not yet been developed, and there are few people. There are only claw marks of water birds and various shell creatures on the beach. The fine yellow sand feels very good, and it is more comfortable to walk on it after taking off shoes.

After holding back for almost a week, two of them put on their swimsuits and went swimming in the sea. They swam out for dozens of meters and disappeared. Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening were so scared that they shouted loudly. They showed their heads after a few seconds.

"Really! They are in their forties and fifties, and they are like elementary school students when they come out.

They should not be allowed to go out. They should be locked in the hotel to write."

Zhang Dening's complaint made Lin Chaoyang shudder. These editors are really mean!

After complaining, Zhang Dening looked at him again, "Have you started writing your novel?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

In the past few days, Lin Chaoyang has used this reason to evade her and Fu Yonglin for many times. It seems very insincere.

Zhang Dening muttered, "Just pretend, I don't know you?"

Lin Chaoyang didn't give her a chance to perform, and changed the subject, "Everyone's novels are almost finished, when are we going back?"

"With Yushu here, will you still miss home?" Zhang Dening teased.

"I'm thinking about the editorial department. So many people have to eat and feed, and it costs a lot of money every day."

"You consider everything, but not the novel, right?" Zhang Dening said sarcastically.

"I'm talking to you about business, why are you always going off topic!"

Zhang Dening said: "We'll leave tomorrow and go to Jinan first. We've been locked up on the island for so many days, so we should let everyone relax."

"You still have a conscience."

Lin Chaoyang commented, which attracted Zhang Dening's glare.

In the evening, when they learned that they were leaving tomorrow, they couldn't help but feel regretful. After a week on the island, they finally finished writing the manuscript and wanted to relax, but they had to leave the next day.

Everyone couldn't help but complain a few more times, and Zhang Dening caught Li Tuo, "It's okay if others say so, but what qualifications do you have to say this?"

Lin Chaoyang didn't write when he came to the island because "The Chess Master" had just been published in "Yenching Literature", but Li Tuo really had no results.

In the past two years, his focus has been on studying film theory and writing film reviews, and he has been left behind by his peers in novel creation.

He had no inspiration and could not write anything in this writing meeting.

Unlike Chen Jiangong, he could not write anything. Facing the editor's urging for manuscripts, he felt a little guilty and said confidently: "Why am I not qualified to say this? Others wrote, and I wrote, but I just didn't write it."

Zhang Dening was speechless, "You are really good!"

"You're welcome!"

Li Tuo smiled shamelessly, causing everyone to laugh.

The next morning, everyone was preparing to set off. Fu Yonglin heard that Du Pengcheng was recuperating in Qingdao and revising his novel "Peaceful Years", so he temporarily changed his itinerary. After leaving Huangdao, he came to the downtown area of ​​QD and led the writers to visit this literary predecessor.

Most people are not familiar with Du Pengcheng's name, but if his representative work "Defending Yan'an" is mentioned, many people should have an impression.

"Defending Yan'an" is the first large-scale novel in the history of contemporary Chinese literature that positively describes the War of Liberation. Later, it was selected into the "Collection of 70 Novels in 70 Years of New China".

Du Pengcheng's novels are mostly about major historical themes. Because of the main theme of the creation content and style, he enjoys a high status and evaluation in the official value system.

Lin Chaoyang followed the crowd to Du Pengcheng's residence. The old comrade was very enthusiastic about everyone's arrival. When he saw Lin Chaoyang when he greeted him, he smiled and praised: "I was reading your new novel yesterday. The "Chess Saint" is really well written. It has attitude! It has style!"

Originally, Lin Chaoyang was not very interested in official trips like visiting old writers. After all, they had never met.

But now Lin Chaoyang feels that this trip is still very meaningful to listen to the teachings and guidance of the predecessors in the literary world.

Du Pengcheng's praise was not polite. After greeting him, he pulled Lin Chaoyang to talk about the novel "Chess Saint".

"Jiang Nansheng is a very interesting character. I can feel from reading the novel that you put a lot of thought into this character, and judging from the result, the characterization is also very full.

From the indifference to the world in the early stage, to the rage in the middle stage, to the sacrifice of life in the later stage, the writing is smooth and natural, and it is done in one go.

The emotions are also progressive, until the end, which makes people feel excited and moved after reading it, and also full of refreshing feeling.

The theme of the Anti-Japanese War has been written a lot by people in our literary world over the years, but your novel starts with Go, and it is novel and of high quality. How did you think of writing such a novel at that time?"

Du Pengcheng asked about the origin of writing novels. Lin Chaoyang didn't want to be too straightforward. She wanted to use the Spring and Autumn style to brush it off, but Tao Yushu told her everything that happened in Yanying Studio.

She has always been upset about the practices of Yanying Studio. Today, someone finally asked about it, so she told it all without hesitation.

This matter is not a secret. It has been spread in the Yanjing literary circle for a long time, but writers from other places don't know about it.

Listening to Tao Yushu's full story, Du Pengcheng pondered for a while and said, "Comrade Chaoyang is thoughtful!"

"At present, Sino-Japanese friendship is a trend and a national foreign policy. This cannot be denied.

But this does not mean that we should forget the past and forgive the numerous crimes of the invaders.

After your "Chess Master" is published, it will definitely be criticized by some people. But I think that such a novel is based on history and national suffering, and it will definitely be welcomed by readers."

With Du Pengcheng's vision and knowledge, he can naturally see the reaction that "Chess Master" may cause after its publication. He has always written mainstream works and has a natural liking for such works. He also gave a very high evaluation of "Chess Master".

There are several writers who came to visit him today. After talking about "Chess Master" for a while, Du Pengcheng shifted the topic to other people. After all, he couldn't ignore the guests.

After talking to everyone, Du Pengcheng said with satisfaction: "Great, your works have won the National Excellent Short Story Award, and I have read almost all of them. In recent years, so many new people have emerged in the literary world, which is rare since liberation. There are talented people in every generation, and such a literary world is a vast world. You have a lot to do!"

After the discussion, everyone got on the train and went all the way to Jinan.

There are no high-rise buildings, no flashing neon lights, uniform Zhongshan suits, and bicycles all over the streets. Jinan in the early 1980s was the same as most cities today.

Perhaps it was the black-hearted exploitation of Huangdao that made Fu Yonglin feel guilty. After arriving in Jinan, he actually took everyone to visit the city. Unfortunately, the JN city at this time was really unremarkable.

At dinner time, everyone lazily looked for a restaurant to eat. At this time, private restaurants had just emerged, and the facades looked as sneaky as thieves.

After searching for a long time, everyone finally entered a small restaurant with a canteen sign. There was a row of tables, and the surface was slightly greasy.

A middle-aged woman was sitting in the restaurant, eating near the door. She held a white coarse-glazed porcelain bowl in her left hand. The bowl was filled with rice, which was purple in color. It was obviously seasoned with soy sauce.

There was no side dish on the table, so she just shoveled the rice into her mouth and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

It was obviously a very simple meal, but it made people's appetite increase, and at the same time made people feel sour.

Lin Chaoyang was sighing in his heart, but Cheng Zhongshi beside him was more sentimental than him.

"When I was in middle school, I had to carry cornmeal buns to study in a suburban middle school 30 miles away every week. Sometimes the food I brought was not enough to last until Saturday, and sometimes the buns went bad due to the hot weather. My elder brother gave me 20 cents every week for emergency use.

At that time, what I looked forward to most was Friday afternoon after school, when I had eaten all the food I brought and had 20 cents left in my pocket.

I met with my classmates and walked into a cafeteria. We each spent 10 cents to buy four taels of rice.

The white rice was fragrant, It tastes much better than the cold and hard cornmeal bun.

My classmate took the soy sauce bottle from the cafeteria and poured it into the bowl, and told me that soy sauce is free and it is very fragrant.

I also poured soy sauce into the bowl and stirred it. It tasted really good, the kind of fragrance I have never tasted before, so happy! "

Cheng Zhongshi's simple description touched everyone's heart. After he finished speaking, he asked for a bowl of rice. Inspired by him, everyone also ordered only a bowl of rice, wanting to try the delicious soy sauce rice.

Lin Chaoyang could only shake his head at the unrealistic nature of this group of people and ordered a fried double crisp for himself and Tao Yushu.

The rice of others was served first. According to Cheng Zhongshi's instructions, everyone poured the soy sauce into the bowl, stirred it evenly, and put it into their mouths with expectation, and then there was a long silence.

Everyone ate silently, watching the fried double crisp ordered by Lin Chaoyang on the table. He and Tao Yushu and his wife took a bite of rice and a bite of vegetables, and they ate it so fragrantly!

"Should we share some with them?" Tao Yushu whispered to Lin Chaoyang.

"No, if they want to eat, they can order it. If they don't order, it means they still like it. Look at them, how delicious they are eating!"

Lin Chaoyang's tone was full of gloating sarcasm, which made everyone hate him secretly.

Cheng Zhongshi's nostalgia for soy sauce rice is like Zhu Yuanzhang's longing for the legend of pearl jade white jade soup after he ascended the throne. What they miss is not the bowl of rice, but the lost youth.

Others followed suit and wanted to experience the deliciousness in the memory of a simple boy, which was completely out of the romanticism of literati.

But memories and romance can't support reality after all. It's not that soy sauce rice is really so bad. After all, everyone has come from hard days and has survived the days of having no food to eat. It's just that the gap between ideal and reality is too big, which caught everyone off guard.

Everyone ate the soy sauce rice in silence, and Lin Chaoyang didn't forget to show his hindsight spirit.

"If you want soy sauce rice to taste good, you have to heat some meat oil and pour it in. You're not eating it the right way."

"Then you can do it for us next time."

Li Tuo put the blame on Lin Chaoyang. His words won the unanimous approval of everyone. Lin Chaoyang was not given a chance to object. With the concerted efforts of all, Lin Chaoyang owed everyone a meal.

After staying in Jinan for two days, everyone moved to Tai'an and Qufu. They spent the first week writing and the next week traveling. Finally, "Yanjing Literature" regained some reputation.

The writing meeting lasted for half a month and finally ended. Before getting on the train, Tao Yushu bought two magazines at the newsstand at the train station for entertainment.

After getting on the train, everyone talked and laughed, but Tao Yushu pointed at the magazine in his hand and said to Lin Chaoyang: "Chaoyang, look!"