Literary Master 1978

Lin Chaoyang's first reaction was to sneer. You can meet him if you want?

But then he thought, Old Xie treated him well. It's understandable that you can raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a moment.

"Okay, wait for me."

Lin Chaoyang asked Du Rong to wait for him for a while, and then followed her to the library after washing and packing.

When he arrived at the Yanda Library, he was invited to the conference room and met the so-called foreign friend.

"Chaoyang, let me introduce you. This is Professor Ni Dewei from Stanford University. Professor Ni studied under Mr. Yang Liansheng and has a deep foundation in the study of ancient Chinese philosophy, especially the history and philosophy of the Zhou Dynasty."

"Professor Ni, this is Comrade Lin Chaoyang from our library. His pen name is Xu Lingjun."

Xie Daoyuan introduced Lin Chaoyang and Ni Dewei to each other, and whispered a few words to Lin Chaoyang.

As early as 1980, the Yanda Library established a book exchange relationship with Stanford University. This time, Ni Dewei donated books to the Yanda Library on behalf of Stanford University, including a batch of fish scale books from the Ming and Qing dynasties, which are of great research value.

Xie Daoyuan, as the director of the library, received Ni Dewei. When the two were chatting, Ni Dewei accidentally mentioned a Chinese novel he had read two months ago.

Xie Daoyuan felt familiar with his description. After careful inquiry, wasn't this Lin Chaoyang's "The Death of Van Gogh"?

He didn't expect that a guest from the United States could have such a wonderful fate with the Yanda Library. Ni Dewei heard that the author of the novel he read actually worked in the Yanda Library, and he also felt very magical. He immediately asked to meet Lin Chaoyang.

Ni Dewei came to donate books on behalf of Stanford University. Xie Daoyuan must satisfy this small request, so he asked Du Rong to call Lin Chaoyang over.

After Xie Daoyuan introduced the situation, Lin Chaoyang calmly chatted with Ni Dewei.

Ni Dewei is a tenured professor at Stanford University and a senior sinologist in the American Sinology community. He also won the Rulian Award in 1967.

In later generations, let alone foreigners, most Chinese may not have heard of the Rulian Award, but this award is closely related to China.

The Rulian Award was founded in 1872 and named after the famous French sinologist Rulian. It is awarded once a year by the French Academy of Letters to reward experts or academic groups who have made outstanding contributions in the field of Sinology research.

In the past 100 years, except for three failed lists and the force majeure of World War II, the Rulian Award has never stopped. Chinese linguist Wang Jingru, philosopher Feng Youlan, and Chinese studies master Rao Zongyi have also won the Rulian Award.

Therefore, Ni Dewei can be regarded as a cultural China expert.

According to his description, what he saw in the library of Stanford University should be the Panda Series.

A few months ago, Yang Xianyi came to Lin Chaoyang on behalf of Chinese Literature to discuss the publication of the English version of The Death of Van Gogh. At that time, he obtained the publishing rights of this novel for a very low fee.

Both Chinese Literature and the Panda Series are official literature promoted by the government to go abroad. The most popular channel for display overseas is to enter the libraries of various universities.

Ni Dewei is also a scholar specializing in Chinese history and culture, so it is not surprising to read The Death of Van Gogh in the library of their school.

During the chat, Ni Dewei was most curious about how Lin Chaoyang, a Chinese writer, could describe 19th century Europe and Van Gogh, a genius artist who had died for more than a century, so vividly.

Lin Chaoyang smiled and replied to him, "Have you forgotten where I work? The total collection of books in the library of Yanda University is nearly 2 million. This is a huge database."

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Ni Dewei nodded and agreed with Lin Chaoyang's words.

The two talked to the end, Lin Chaoyang proposed to give Ni Dewei a Chinese version of "The Death of Van Gogh", and signed his name on the title page of the book, and sent words of blessing, which made the foreigner happy.

"Chaoyang, "The Ferry" has just been published, I think you can also give Professor Ni a copy. Your novel is very Zen, I believe he will like it." Xie Daoyuan reminded.

Lin Chaoyang followed suit and gave Ni Dewei another copy of "The Ferry" which was just published half a month ago, and briefly introduced the plot of the novel to him.

Ni Dewei really showed a strong interest after listening. He himself studies Chinese philosophy and history, and novels like "The Ferry" are very much to his taste.

"I will read it carefully after I go back!"

Ni Dewei happily accepted the gift. He is a sinologist, and there is no problem for him to read a contemporary literary work.

It was already afternoon when Ni Dewei was dealt with.

Lin Chaoyang yawned, his eyes bloodshot. Xie Daoyuan asked, "You look so tired. Didn't you get enough rest last night?"

"No. The child is sick, and I didn't sleep much these two nights."

Hearing this, Xie Daoyuan's face was full of guilt, "Look at what happened. I shouldn't have asked you to come."

"It's okay. The child's fever has subsided. I just slept less. It's okay. I'm also a member of our museum."

Hearing this, Xie Daoyuan looked relieved and said, "Okay. The guests have been entertained. You can go back and rest. You've been tired for several days and need to rest well. Don't come if you have nothing to do. I'll let someone notify you if there is something."

Xie Daoyuan's words can be translated as: You have been good at entertaining guests, and the vacation will be extended.

He didn't say how long it would be, but you don't have to come if you have nothing to do.

Although Xie Daoyuan didn't say it, he and Lin Chaoyang had reached a tacit understanding.

It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only one day to use it. Lin Chaoyang, the librarian, gradually tended to evolve into a mascot.

After saying goodbye, Lin Chaoyang left the library without any psychological burden.

It was December in a blink of an eye. Last week, Yanjing had just had its first snow since the beginning of winter, and the snow on the ground has not melted yet.

At this time, the hardened road surface in Yanjing City was not as much as in later generations. When the sun was shining during the day, walking on the road would make your feet muddy.

In the courtyard of Xiaoliubukou Hutong, Lin Erchun came out of the East Courtyard and got his feet covered in mud.

He stomped his feet hard and said to Lin Chaoyang: "You said you bought such a big yard, but there are only a few people in your family, and the house is all empty. The East Courtyard is not repaired, and it is left there. It will collapse sooner or later."

Houses are not afraid of being lived in, but they are afraid of no one living in them, especially in the north.

In the past, old houses were prone to collapse in the cold and heat, and they would collapse easily in a few winters. Although the quality of the Lin Chaoyang yard was high, it was not a good idea to leave it like this. Lin Erchun's worries were not unreasonable.

"Before, Yushu was pregnant and Dongdong was too young, so it was not suitable for such a big movement. We will clean it up in the spring of next year."

Lin Erchun said again: "What is there to clean up? I won't live in it even if I clean it up."

"This is not okay, that is not okay, so what do you think we should do?"

"We must clean it up, but don't leave it idle. I think it's good to rent it out!"

"I guess you have to say that. This is your own yard, can you rent it out? You can just mess around with the yards outside, and don't think about my yard."

This winter, Lin Erchun found the end of his hard work in the production team in the 1950s. He messed around with the yard in Mianhua Hutong for a month and rented it to eight families, leaving no room.

Then he found several yards in Xicheng, but he was not in a hurry to buy them, so he slowly bargained with the owners.

In the first half of this year, the state issued a notice on "Several Provisions on Implementing the Policy of Private Houses Taken Over during the "Buzz Buzz Buzz" Campaign", which set off a movement to return private houses.

The biggest impact of this incident is that Yanjing City suddenly has a lot of private properties. According to incomplete statistics, in the early days of the "Buzz Buzz Buzz" campaign, Yanjing City took over as many as 510,000 private houses.

The original intention of returning private houses this year is of course good, but the problem is that after many years, the property rights of these private houses have long become a dead end lawsuit, and only one in ten private houses can be successfully returned.

But even so, there are many more private houses for sale on the market in Yanjing. Of course, these private houses cannot change the original cramped living conditions of Yanjing people, because these houses are already occupied by people, just changing people.

Lin Erchun regrets that Lin Chaoyang has no business sense, but Lin Chaoyang is worried about his father's capitalist tendencies. If the old man continues like this, will he really become the first landlord in Yanjing in the 1980s?

The father and son chatted for a while, Lin Erchun went to hold his grandson, and Lin Chaoyang went back to the study to revise the manuscript.

In the morning, Lin Erchun called him to the East Courtyard to make some gestures and wasted almost an hour. He could have revised 2,000 words in this time.

Just a few days ago, after more than six months of creation, his new novel was finally completed, but completion does not mean the end.

Lin Chaoyang attaches great importance to this novel and needs to be carefully polished before it can be shown to others.

He had just sat in the study for a few minutes when he heard a noise coming from the courtyard.

When he went out, he saw Li Tuo, Chen Jiangong, and Zhang Chengzhi playing with Xiao Dongdong, who was carried out by Lin Erchun to bask in the sun.

"Dongzi, call me uncle!"

"I'm your uncle Chen!"

"Uncle Zhang is here!"

Lin Chaoyang looked at these idiots and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I said, how old are you three?"

"What does it matter how old you are? Isn't it normal for your son to call us uncle?" Li Tuo said.

"That's right." Chen Jiangong agreed.

Lin Chaoyang said helplessly: "He can't speak yet, why call me uncle."

Li Tuo shook Dongzi's little hand, which was as fat as a white flour bun, and said, "It's okay, let's recognize him first, and you have to call him when you meet him in the future."

Lin Chaoyang asked him, "When did you come back?"

"I've been back for almost a week." Li Tuo replied.

This year, Li Tuo was busy with two things. One was to edit a collection of short stories for Sichuan People's Publishing House. He found Da Feng to cooperate with him and finished it in August.

The other thing was to go to Xi'an to write a script for Wu Tianming of Xi'an Film Studio. The movie was called "River Without Beacon".

The reason why Li Tuo knew Wu Tianming was because of Teng Wenji. The two had co-directed the movie "The Tremor of Life".

"Why is the couplet in Mianhua Hutong hung here?"

"It's to find a business for our old man. It's rented out over there."

Hearing this, Li Tuo and the other two teased Lin Chaoyang.

"Good for you, isn't this a typical landlord class?"

After a few jokes, Li Tuo started to prepare for dinner. The three of them came today just to satisfy their cravings. When they came, they were carrying all the dishes in their hands.

During the meal, Li Tuo talked about the two popular movies "The Burning of the Old Summer Palace" and "The Behind-the-Curtain Officials", and praised them heavily.

"The scenes of these two movies are grand, the details are realistic, and the characters are vivid. If Chaoyang is a screenwriter, his achievements will not be inferior to writing novels. Maybe he will be a figure like Mr. Cao Yu in the future."

Li Tuo's mouth was very sweet while eating the meal made by Lin Chaoyang.

"The director deserves the most credit for the good film." Lin Chaoyang said with a smile.

Chen Jiangong said, "I heard that "The Garland Under the Mountain" will be released soon, right? With the quality and influence of the original novel, it will definitely perform well after it is released."

"The Garland Under the Mountain" passed the review of the Film Bureau a few days ago, and the release date has been confirmed, which is December 10.

"Three movies are released in these few months, and the output of professional screenwriters is not as high as yours!"

"The key is that all three movies are popular! "The Burning of the Old Summer Palace" and "Behind the Curtain" are not only popular in our mainland, but I heard that they are also very popular in Hong Kong and have been sold to Southeast Asia."

Lin Chaoyang waved his hand, "Okay, okay, you're praising me to the sky. I'm just a screenwriter. The popularity of the movie is the result of the hard work of everyone in the crew."

"It's true that it's the result of everyone's hard work, but your credit accounts for a larger proportion. Three movies a year, hehe..."

Li Tuo muttered to himself, with an expression of envy and inferiority on his face.

He has been concentrating on film reviews and script writing in the past two years, and he knows that such output is out of reach for most screenwriters, not to mention that the films he made are so popular.

"I will write an article and submit it to "Popular Movies" tomorrow." Li Tuo said.

Chen Jiangong asked him, "What to write about?"

"Just write about these three movies in Chaoyang. Hey, I thought of a good title - 'Xu Lingjun Year'.

How about the title 'Xu Lingjun Year'?

The three screenwriters' movies were released in the same year, which should be the first time in the history of Chinese film."

Li Tuo's mind flashed, and he said excitedly to the others.

"Xu Lingjun Year? This title is good, it's impressive!" Chen Jiangong clapped his hands in agreement.

"It's quite impressive, right? This title is good, I admire myself a little bit.

For this title, I have to write an article too."

Li Tuo's face was full of pride.