Chapter 48 Chen Zhongshi’s Troubles (Please bookmark and vote to read)
Go to Western University to take correspondence classes as usual on weekends. Although it is summer vacation, the courses do not stop. In addition, Fang Minghua’s task is to go to Western University as soon as possible Revised draft.
Du Pengcheng also sent a preface to the novel. The title is "The Most Precious Youth, Fragrant Years"
He shared this from the perspective of a veteran soldier after reading this My thoughts after reading this book, I finally wrote:
“Youth is not years, it is state of mind, it is boundless longing, it is magnificent imagination, it is the deep spring of life flowing, it is fiery emotion, it is beautiful A symbol is infinite hope, the bloom of strength, and a medal of courage. Youth is yours and mine. The precious youth will never disappear. It will become the most beautiful memory and remain in the heart forever, recording that fragrance. ”
The rating is quite high.
You have to work harder.
That afternoon, Fang Minghua wore a vest and shorts, and was writing hard in the room alone. He heard someone knocking on the office door, and when he opened it, it turned out to be Chen Zhongshi.
Wearing an old-fashioned short-sleeved white shirt with small lapels, he held a black artificial leather briefcase under his arm. He probably just came in from outside and was sweating profusely.
"Teacher Chen, please come in, sit down, sit down."
Fang Minghua quickly called him in and handed him a cattail leaf fan.
Chen Zhongshi was not polite, he simply untied his white short sleeves, revealing an old-fashioned vest underneath, and said while fanning: "I went to see President Huang for something, and I didn't come back until I heard about it, so I came here to sit down with you if I have nothing to do." "
"Sit down wherever you want." Fang Minghua greeted politely: "Are you thirsty? I'll give you a cup of herbal tea. My tea is pretty good, West Lake Longjing!"
Chen Zhongshi laughed after hearing this and said:
"Everyone in the magazine now knows that Lu Yao likes to smoke, and he smokes good cigarettes, and the lowest grade is Peony; Pingwa likes to drink, and he must drink good wine! Xifengdu I don’t like it, I like to drink Maotai; but you like to drink tea, drink good tea, and have a special liking for West Lake Longjing, am I right?”
"Teacher Chen, you are so right. So what do you like?"
"Me? I like smoking, drinking, and tea, but I'm not as particular as you. For wine, West Wind is fine, but for tea, The tea produced in Qinnan is fine, as for the old dry cigarettes that you roll yourself!" He took out a cigarette from his pocket.
"Don't rush, try my tea." Fang Minghua poured an enamel jar of tea and brought it to Chen Zhongshi.
Chen Zhongshi took it and tasted it: "Yes, it's really good. If it's hot tea, it's probably more fragrant!"
"Like it? Then I'll give you some." Fang Minghua said.
"Don't, I'm afraid that my mouth will be naughty."
The two joked for a while, and Chen Zhongshi said again: "Xiao Fang, have you sent your novel?"
"Not yet, we are making final revisions." Fang Minghua said truthfully: "I will ask you to take a look at that time and help me check it."
"Chairman Du has already checked it, so I won't add any more details." Chen Zhongshi Declined: "I will read it after you officially publish it. Hey, Xiaofang, have you read the article "Life" written by Lu Yao?"
"Yes, he let me read it after he finished the manuscript. However, it is quite well written. I dare say that the stories and thoughts reflected in it will influence an entire generation.”
"Yeah." Chen Zhongshi took a sip of herbal tea and lit up his old dry cigarette habitually: "I got this issue of "Harvest" from our district cultural center. When I returned to my office, I sat down on the chair. I got up and read this novel almost in one sitting! Do you know what I felt after reading it? "
"I felt paralyzed."
“Huh?”
“It’s not because of Gao Jialin’s twists and turns, but because of the perfect artistic realm created by this novel.” Chen Zhongshi explained: “I really didn’t expect Lu Yao to be able to write like this. OK.”
"But I can't write it." He let out a long sigh.
Chen Zhongshi seems to have been holding back a lot, and he seems to have found an opportunity to vent today.
“Last Sunday I rode back to Xijiang Village and met a classmate of mine from middle school. He also liked literature. When this old classmate saw it was me, he immediately blocked the way. You know he asked What am I?”
“Why didn’t you write “Life”?”
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Now, Fang Minghua finally understood Chen Zhongshi's unhappy expression at the party that day.
Hurrying to comfort him, Fang Minghua said: "Teacher Chen, Brother Lu's "Life" is indeed very good, but don't belittle yourself. I think you will definitely write a better "Life" than this one. Better work!"
"Haha. Xiaofang, you are so relieved."
"Teacher Chen, I am not relieved." Sima Qian once said in his "Historical Records·Funny Biography". Say a sentence: "This bird is fine when it is not flying, but it soars into the sky; it is fine when it does not sing, but when it becomes a song, you are one of these people." "
"Haha, it will be a blockbuster. I will soon be 40. I am no longer confused about forty. I don't know when I will be a blockbuster? ”
Having said this, Chen Zhongshi sighed deeply.
It will take a few years.
In Fang Minghua’s memory, Chen Zhongshi was not a prolific writer. He wrote some novellas and short stories in the 1980s but was not very famous until the early 1990s when "White Deer Plain" came out.
It takes ten years to sharpen a sword.
After resting for a while, Chen Zhongshi left.
Looking at his thin back, Fang Minghua could more or less understand Chen Zhongshi's mood. These writers who were usually brothers were secretly holding back their energy and competing with each other in terms of literary creation.
Without competition, how can there be pressure? How can one write a great work in the end?
As for myself
Forget it, just be better than salted fish.
It took Fang Minghua 10 days to revise the manuscript again, affix a stamp and send it out by registered mail.
We've done our best, now we're just waiting for fate.
Don’t worry, just wait.
Fang Minghua’s life suddenly became leisurely.
September soon came and the university started, but there was still no response from Fang Minghua’s manuscripts submitted to two magazines.
Should I use it?
Fang Minghua was unsure.
Could it be like Yu Hua said: after he finished writing his novel, he would first send it to big magazines such as "People's Literature" and "Harvest", and when it was returned, he would then send it to a smaller magazine Send it to "Yenjing Literature" and "Shencheng Literature". If it comes back, send it to a small local magazine.
At that time, the postman did not knock on the door to return the letter, but always threw it into the yard wall. As long as he heard a "pop", Yu Hua's father would say to him: "The manuscript has been returned again."< br>
Not bad.
As a person who traveled to this era and was born with a cheat, Fang Minghua is not so miserable.
This morning, he had just finished making a cup of tea at work and before he could drink it, he saw Zhang Baofu running over in a hurry, holding two letters in his hand. He shouted before he entered the door: "Brother Minghua, your letter!" "October" and a letter from the editorial department of "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" to you!"
Fang Minghua glanced at the thickness of the two letters, which were relatively thin.
Okay, adopted.
Because there was no rejection.
(End of this chapter)