Chapter 10 Work Seminar
Of course, this kind of meeting is not to flatter but to flatter oneself. It is mainly to jointly analyze the advantages and shortcomings of the twelve novels published this time, so that everyone can learn together. progress.
Lu Yao's "Sister", Chen Zhongshi's "Standing Up", Jia Pingwa's "Mountain Notes". Analyze one by one and improve together.
The last one is "Into the Dust" written by Fang Minghua. Ho Hongjun said: "Generally speaking, Comrade Xiao Fang's novel is well written, the text is beautiful, the details of the scene are grasped very well, and it is very symbolic. , the old donkey has become the family of the iron couple and a symbol of life. After being enslaved for a long time, it loses the courage to make independent choices and live. People are also used to treating them as tools instead of life, which is very good! But!”
Hearing Ho Hongjun’s turn of phrase, Fang Minghua quickly picked up the pen and concentrated.
"As scar literature, it only describes the love between the male and female protagonists in detail, but it does not talk about the "sufferings of people in the times", nor does it "reflect and criticize reality and society. It is slightly lacking in height. I hope to pay attention to it in the next novel." This question. "Ho Hongjun said at last.
This
Fang Minghua disagreed in his heart.
Does it have to be a criticism of society in order to be called a novel with depth? Is it not enough to simply praise human nature?< br>
But now that he is a new recruit, there is no need to argue with Stanley Ho about this matter
As for the editor.
You can listen or not.
But just accept it with an open mind.
Fang Minghua quickly agreed, saying that it was his first time writing a novel and he lacked experience.
Fang Minghua’s attitude made Stanley Ho very satisfied. She was worried that young people would raise their tails after achieving some success and not listen to other people's opinions. How could they make progress in this way?
But to her surprise, another man spoke.
“Sister He, I think Xiao Fang’s novel is very good. Even though it is a scar novel, why does it have to rise to reflect and criticize reality and society? Isn’t it okay to praise human nature? That era was indeed Suffering, we cannot praise suffering, but we can turn suffering into a spiritual motivation to move forward! I will also touch people when I write it like this, rather than just complaining!"
It's Lu Yao.
Lu Yao's words caused everyone to talk about it.
He Hongjun suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
But there is no way to refute it. Who stipulates that novels must be written this way and not that way?
Another deeper reason is that he is Lu Yao.
This year, a novella "A Thrilling Scene" published in "Contemporary" won the first National Outstanding Novella Award!
This is beyond the reach of a fledgling recruit like Fang Minghua!
At this time, Zhang Pixiang, who was sitting in the first place, spoke.
As a leader, you will be in trouble on certain occasions.
Just listen to him chuckle: "What Lu Yao said makes sense, and what Sister He said is right. Isn't there a saying, "There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers." My personal opinion is different. This is a literary exchange, we can discuss it with each other.”
So, everyone started discussing this issue. Some said it really wanted to reflect or even criticize the real society, while some said it wasn’t necessarily because it was a novel and only the author.
Fang Minghua did not speak, but secretly looked at Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi who were sitting across from each other.
Both of them lit cigarettes but fell silent.
Both of them wrote long masterpieces that will be remembered for generations to come, "Ordinary World" and "White Deer Plain". They both describe the countryside and suffering, but they are different from each other. One is to the left and the other is to the right.
But who can be said to be greater?
This kind of discussion is equivalent to a kind of brainstorming, with no conclusion, and in the end it slowly turns into nonsense.
It’s almost six o’clock and I’m about to get off work.
At this time, Jia Pingwa stood up and said with a smile: "We have a practice. Whoever's article is published and gets paid must treat everyone. Today, except for the two editors, everyone else has to Next please. Who to start with? ”
Jia Pingwa looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Fang Minghua. "Xiao Fang, I'm writing a novella, with the most words and the highest remuneration. Why don't we start with you?"
Before Fang Minghua spoke, Lu Yao next to him said: "Ping Baby, how can this be done? Xiaofang is young, he is saving money and is planning to marry a wife. Today I am here to invite you!”
Lu Yao’s words made everyone laugh. Fang Minghua was not married, and he immediately became the object of everyone's jokes. Even Li Tianfang smiled and said: "Xiao Fang, do you have a girlfriend now? How about eldest sister introducing you to one?"
I said Brother Lu, don’t make me angry
Fang Minghua hurriedly stood up and said with a smile: "What Editor Jia said makes sense. As for me, this is the second time I have received royalties. Thank you all for your support and help. I will treat you to today's meal! And you also said that the youngest here is , so please, brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts, that’s what you should do!”
Seeing Fang Minghua insisting on a treat, everyone said nothing and immediately discussed where to eat.
“It’s not too far, just at the intersection of Jianguo Road, there is Majia Mutton Soup. How about we eat mutton soaked buns today?” Jia Pingwa suggested.
Passed unanimously.
Everyone immediately set off to go downstairs, but Fang Minghua ran to the second floor and knocked on Dong Mo’s office. Seeing Dong Mo packing his things to get off work, he hurriedly said:
"Editor Dong, isn't my novel going to be published? I'm going to treat you to a mutton dip. Editors Zhang, Editor He, and Editor Lu will also invite you to the meeting."
Dong Mo Of course he knew that the novel group had invited some writers to discuss the meeting in the conference room. It was not about his poetry group, so he did not participate.
Now after hearing what Fang Minghua said, a smile appeared on his face: "I may not go to others' treat, but your treat is to eat mutton dip, which is my favorite. Let's go together!"< br>
The two went downstairs and quickly caught up with Zhang Pixiang and the others after exiting the magazine door.
"Editor Dong" and a group of writers saw Dong Mo and greeted him one after another.
"Hey, everyone, today I, a member of the poetry group, took advantage of your novel group and came to eat and drink," Dong Mo said with a smile.
"Look what you said, Old Dong, we are all a family. Besides, Xiao Fang has also written poems, so he can be considered a member of your poetry group." Zhang Pixiang said.
"Yes. He was originally a good talent in our group, but he was snatched away by your novel group." Dong Mo pretended to sigh. "Sister He, you have to treat me for this!"
"Okay, okay, I'll treat you to the spicy soup tomorrow morning!"
Everyone came to the crossroads talking and laughing. There were not many people in Lao Ma's house at the entrance. Everyone gathered around two tables. Each person had a big bowl of mutton dip and two steamed buns to go. The food was very delicious. Of course, Fang Minghua couldn't forget to take three bottles of Xifeng Tequ.
Fang Minghua didn't smoke, but he had a good drinker. He frequently poured drinks for everyone, and soon the drunk one started to call him brother.
"Xiao Fang, please don't call me. Editor Lu, how many years older am I than you, so you can call me Brother Lu. Let's have a drink!" Lu Yao's face turned red after drinking.
"Brother Lu, cheers!" Fang Minghua hurriedly raised his cup.
But I muttered in my heart: You should drink less and pay attention to your health!
Of course now is not the time to say this.
Brother Lu, Brother Chen, Brother Jia, and Sister Li Fang Minghua recognized a lot of big brothers and sisters, and in the end everyone went home happily.
After settling the accounts, it costs 5 cents for a bowl of steamed buns and mutton soaked with wine, and the total is nine yuan and eighty cents!
Half a month’s salary is gone!
But it’s worth it.
Meeted a group of future big names in Qin Province’s literary world.
Thank you Shuchen for your monthly vote
(End of this chapter)