Literary Master 1978

In the evening, the sound of firecrackers outside became more and more frequent, and Lin Chaoyang also led his son to set off firecrackers in the courtyard.

Today, Xiaodongdong can just walk, but can't run yet, and can only speak "ba" and "ma".

Put a single firecracker on the ground, light it with a cigarette, and there was a "bang" sound that scared him all over, and then he laughed loudly and clapped his two chubby hands together hard.

After letting it sit for a while, Lin Chaoyang took out the small whip and lit it. There was a "crack" sound, and Xiao Dongdong, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard, turned around and ran away in fright.

Unfortunately, his legs and feet were not flexible. His left foot tripped over his right foot, and his right foot tripped over his left foot. He made two circles with his body, and a dog ate shit and got on the ground.

"Mom! Mom!"

"Is this child's hands and feet uncoordinated?"

When Tao Yushu saw his son fall, he ignored his cry and did not help him. Instead, he frowned and said.

Tao Yumo went over to help Xiao Dongdong up and said angrily: "You two are really good at it! One sets off cannons to scare the children, and the other just stands there watching the show, and you don't even know how to come over and help him!"

"It's not like he doesn't have arms. Just let him get up on his own."

Tao Yushu behaves like a tiger mother.

Tao's mother looked at this scene with a confused expression. She walked over and took the child from Tao Yumo's hand, scolding Tao Yushu: "How can you take care of a child like this?"

He turned around and showed a distressed look, "Grandma's grandson, does it hurt from the fall?"

Xiaodongdong didn't cry even after she fell, but looked at Tao's mother with a smile.

Mother Tao felt even more distressed, "Oh! Grandma's eldest grandson doesn't cry even when he's wrestling. He's really sensible."

"Mom, it's just a fall."

Tao's mother glanced at Tao Yushu coldly, "Then give it a try!"

Tao Yushu was speechless by her mother's rebuke. She came to Lin Chaoyang and muttered, "It's better not to ask them to come!"

"Okay, Mom feels sorry for Dongdong too." Lin Chaoyang comforted her and changed the subject, "Didn't you notice? Yu Mo is really becoming more and more like Mom."

Tao Yushu nodded, "Indeed, she almost drank all the Coke at home."

Lin Chaoyang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Then you still want her to pay?"

"There's no need to pay. Just give me less New Year's money."

The couple chatted and laughed, and went to the kitchen to work for a while. At almost eight o'clock, the New Year's Eve dinner was served on the table.

"Turn on the TV! Turn on the TV!"

Tao Yumo actively turned on the TV and broadcast it to CCTV. At this time, the preview of the Spring Festival Gala was already playing on the TV.

With last year's success, this year's Spring Festival Gala seems to have a more proficient process.

This year's host has undergone a major change. Except for Jiang Kun, the remaining three have been replaced by actresses Jiang Lili, Chen Sisi and host Huang Ayuan from Bay Island.

As for the content, it’s all those shows that come and go.

The only difference was that Zhu Shimao showed up at around nine o'clock.

Lao Mao was wearing a white sweater and a beige windbreaker. He was still so handsome. In comparison, Chen Xiaoer next to him looked much more wretched.

well!

Lao Mao, you have finally walked on this old road.

A good movie star turns into a comedian, which is called being a bad person.

But in any case, "Eating Noodles" can be regarded as making the two actors Chen and Zhu famous, and it also made the artistic expression of sketches shine on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

Even to some extent, it will affect the entertainment life of Chinese people in the next forty years.

"Unforgettable tonight

Unforgettable tonight

Regardless of the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea

China embraces each other thousands of miles apart

…”

It was past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the old people couldn't bear to go to bed long ago, and Xiao Dongdong was already asleep.

There were only Lin Chaoyang, his wife and Tao Yumo in the living room, and the familiar and sweet melody sounded, which also represented the end of the past year and the beginning of the new year.

"Okay, go to sleep."

After finally watching the Spring Festival Gala, Tao Yushu yawned and just stood up, when Tao Yushu ran up to the couple and bowed deeply.

"Sister-in-law, happy New Year!"

Tao Yushu looked at his sister speechlessly, "You can't wait until you wake up."

"Everyone wishes you New Year greetings when you wake up. This is my first New Year greeting, and it's full of sincerity." Tao Yumo said with a flattering face.

Lin Chaoyang smiled and touched his pocket, "Okay, take it."

"Thank you sister, thank you brother-in-law!"

Lin Chaoyang and his wife went to bed, and Tao Yumo also returned to her small room. She didn't bother to sleep, so she opened the red envelope given by Lin Chaoyang and found several big unity cards.

One, two, three...

Tao Yumo counted and found that there were five, which was much more than the lucky money in previous years.

She thought about it and immediately understood that this must be a bonus given by her sister and brother-in-law for seeing her devote herself to raising the children.

Sure enough, it’s not as fun as taking care of children while working. My eldest nephew is really my money-spinner.

In a state of elation, Tao Yumo kissed the sleeping Xiao Dongdong on the face.

After the child was weaned from night feeding some time ago, he slept with Tao Yumo.

At this time, most of Yanjing City had already gone to sleep, and there were still firecrackers ringing outside the window from time to time. Tao Yumo looked outside and thought to himself: Why are these people not sleeping when they are setting off firecrackers so late?

She is right, some people do not sleep.

To be precise, it's not that I don't sleep, but that I can't sleep at all.

Guangzhou, Yanjing Road, a residential building above Taipingguan Western Restaurant.

In later generations, Guangzhou's nightlife was as rich as a city that never sleeps, but now, the city goes into a deep sleep after nine o'clock in the evening.

Even though today is New Year's Eve, the excitement has reached eleven o'clock, and the whole city has fallen silent. Only occasionally will young people who have nowhere to vent their energy set off a few firecrackers, disturbing the tranquility.

"Old Li, go to bed early. You have to go to New Year's greetings tomorrow." His wife He Xian warned Li Shifei in a gentle tone.

Li Shifei answered her in a nasal tone, but his body didn't move at all.

Looking at his state, He Xian sighed helplessly.

My husband has always been very serious about his work, and even more so after taking charge of "Flower City".

Since he received this manuscript in his hand five days ago, he has never put it down. He spends almost every day in this state.

In addition to going to the toilet, even when eating, I have to hold the manuscript in my hand. It's like being possessed. I really don't know what to see.

Originally, the Chinese New Year was supposed to be a lively time for the whole family, but her husband was preoccupied with reading the manuscript, and she had to do all the work inside and outside the house. Thinking of the busyness of the past few days, she felt panicked.

The key is that after so much has been done, people don’t even take a glance at it, they focus entirely on the manuscript.

I won’t eat until I’m yelled at, and I can’t put the manuscript down even after eating. I’ll continue reading after eating. I can’t read even one second before going to sleep, and I still have to read after I wake up and open my eyes.

The devil was stunned! I’m really stunned!

But he was angry, and He Xian was more distressed. Li Shifei was already in his fifties, and reading the manuscript with such intensity was almost suicide.

She stood there waiting for Li Shifei for a while. Seeing that he still made no move, she decided that she must let him go to bed early tonight no matter what.

She thought in her mind that she was going to snatch the manuscript from Li Shifei's hand, but she didn't expect that she had not had time to do it.

Li Shifei, who was sitting calmly on the sofa, suddenly stood up and screamed three times. He Xian was frightened and wondered what was going on with him.

Just when he was about to ask, he saw Li Shifei's tears pouring down his face, and his expression seemed to be crying, laughing, or crazy.

"Old Li! Old Li! Are you okay? Don't scare me!"

He Xian was anxious and shook Li Shifei's arm with worry on his face.

After a long time, Li Shifei regained his senses from the complete trance state. He looked at his wife in confusion. Seeing her worried and anxious face, with tears still hanging on her face, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that he finally woke up, He Xian cried and complained: "You still ask what's wrong? You are stunned. Do you know that you are stunned when you read the manuscript..."

Before He Xian could finish speaking and heard the word "script", Li Shifei was immediately distracted, "By the way, manuscript!"

He turned around and searched for a long time, but couldn't find the manuscript. He immediately panicked, "What's going on? You obviously read it just now? Why is it missing?"

He Xian watched her husband "riding a donkey to look for a horse", and the anxiety in her heart subsided, replaced by a feeling of laughter and tears.

She reached out to grab the manuscript in Li Shifei's hand, "You've been scanning it with your eyes for a long time, don't you know how to look for it with your hands?"

Prompted by his wife's actions, Li Shifei realized what he was doing. He breathed a sigh of relief, "I was shocked. I thought the manuscript was gone."

He Xian looked at her husband's distracted and frightened look, and complained again, "You are really crazy. Are you going to scare people to death during the Chinese New Year? You will be fascinated by the manuscript!"

Li Shifei knew that he had not heard anything going on outside the window these days, and his wife was busy celebrating the New Year. He felt guilty and apologized to his wife.

After he finished apologizing, He Xian finally let go of the resentment in his heart.

"Go to bed early, it's already one o'clock."

Li Shifei nodded. He Xian thought he was going to bed, but then he heard Li Shifei say: "You go to bed first, and I'll write something."

He Xian was immediately dissatisfied when he heard this and asked: "What else are you writing? You don't even look at what time it is! Are you desperate for your life? Do you think you are still a young man in his twenties or thirties?"

His wife was so aggressive that Li Shifei didn't dare to stroke his beard, so he could only explain in a gentle voice: "I just finished reading the manuscript, and while my mind is clear, I have to write down my feelings quickly. Now that I am older, I am not as old as before. I forgot everything in one night.”

You can forget it in one night, which is of course Li Shifei's excuse.

The reason why he insists on staying up late to write is because his body is still moved by the novel and his soul is still trembling. Only what he writes at this time is closest to his true reading experience.

After convincing his wife that he would go to bed after writing for half an hour, Li Shifei came to the desk and turned on the lamp.

He took a deep breath. He was in his fifties. After staying up for several nights, his body was indeed very tired, but when he thought about the novel he had just read, his spirit was extremely excited.

Five days ago, the editorial department of "Flower City" received a five-centimeter-thick manuscript, and the sender was none other than Lin Chaoyang.

The first time they received the manuscript, everyone in the editorial department was a little surprised. Everyone knew that Li Shifei had made an appointment with Lin Chaoyang for two manuscripts last year.

One is the already published "Crossing the Boat", and the other is according to Li Shifei. He and Lin Chaoyang discussed a big plan. He wants Lin Chaoyang to create a "One Hundred Years of Solitude" style magical realism. book.

When the editors first heard this statement from Li Shifei, they were not optimistic about it.

Since Marquez won the Nobel Prize for Literature, magical realism literature has become a fashionable literary genre in China.

But no matter what, "One Hundred Years of Solitude" is the most dazzling jewel in the crown of the literary genre of magical realism. You can write whatever you want. Even if this person is Lin Chaoyang, you can't be so unreasonable, right?

But later, Li Shifei told everyone about his ideas, and everyone understood.

Magic realism is hot right now, and it is a good thing that Lin Chaoyang is willing to try.

It is impossible to write a work like "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in one go, but "take the best and get the middle", with Lin Chaoyang's creative ability, if he really calms down and spends three to five years to produce a work.

Not to mention reaching the level of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", there is no problem in surpassing his own level and the level of contemporary literature.

Wouldn't it be good to publish such a work in "Huacheng"?

After the publication of "Crossing the Boat", the sales of "Huacheng" were once pushed to a record of 2 million copies per issue, which made everyone feel more at ease.

In November, the single volume of "Crossing the Boat" was published, and just two months before the Chinese New Year, the sales reached an astonishing 860,000 copies.

Unlike the sales of magazines that are a one-time deal, the sales of books can be said to be a long-term flow. With the potential shown by "Crossing the Boat", it is another super bestseller with sales of millions of copies.

At least within three years, this novel will become a golden goose for Huacheng Publishing House.

At first, everyone thought that the basic fee of 20 yuan per thousand words and 7% of the fee for 10,000 copies for Lin Chaoyang was too high, but now it seems that it is not high at all.

Compared with the millions of revenues that the publishing house may earn in the next few years, what is the fee paid to Lin Chaoyang?

Because of the achievements of "The Story of the Boat Crossing", everyone at Huacheng Publishing House is full of expectations for Lin Chaoyang's second work.

According to Li Shifei, this novel must take several years of time and effort, and everyone agrees with this statement.

But no one expected that they would receive Lin Chaoyang's novel manuscript before the Spring Festival in 1983.

Calculating the time it took to complete the manuscript of "The Story of the Boat Crossing", it has been less than a year!

The editors of "Huacheng" looked at the manuscript that was almost as thick as a dictionary, and they had only one feeling in their hearts.

What kind of octopus is this?