Chapter 393 Yu Hua’s hesitation
Haiyan, Zhejiang Province.
Yu Hua returned from Yanjing and still worked at the County Cultural Center, continuing to work on fishing day after day.
He has successfully passed the preparatory exam for the graduate class in writing and creative writing jointly organized by Lu Academy and Yan Normal University. He will wait for the class to start at the end of the year for two months of intensive training, and finally the entrance exam.
Although he struggled at work, he did not fall behind in reviewing courses and literary creation, but worked harder.
No, I just wrote a short story called "The Noon of the Howling Northwest Wind". It tells the story of an old woman whose child died unfortunately. Relatives and friends quickly notified the deceased's best friend, who came to mourn and comfort the old woman. .
He is a leap forward based on "Going Away at the Age of Eighteen", which cancels the narrative framework of the growth type and enhances value expression.
Compared with "Going Away at the Age of Eighteen", the difficulty of understanding is greatly increased.
After several revisions, Yu Hua originally sent the novel to "Yanhe" magazine, but now he hesitates.
Because he was at work during the day, he also saw this literary review in the "Literary News", criticizing the novel he wrote.
"Literary News"!
This is an authoritative newspaper sponsored by the Chinese Writers Association. It is the first time that my name and novels have appeared in this newspaper, but they have appeared in a criticized form.
Should I be happy or sad?
During working hours, Yu Hua kept smoking and looked worried.
After getting home from get off work at noon, Yu Hua did not go into the study as usual, but sat in the living room and smoked silently.
His wife Pan Yinchun soon noticed something strange about her husband and asked with concern: "Yu Hua, what happened?"
Yu Hua briefly told his wife the article published in the newspaper.
“Ah, it’s so serious, you’re being criticized by name? Yu Hua, why don’t we write it down?” Pan Yinchun was a little panicked.
“Don’t write?”
“Yes. It’s so dangerous. Have you forgotten that our cultural center learned about opposing bourgeois liberalization some time ago? Could it be related to this? That’s dangerous.”
"Where are you talking about?"
Yu Hua said, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. Although he had read his "April 3rd Incident" over and over again, he was sure it was about liberalization. I can't hook it up, but I'm worried that some people will take advantage of it.
Pan Yinchun saw her husband's expression and further advised: "Yu Hua, writing is so dangerous, let's not write novels anymore, eh? Isn't it good to just live like this?"
< br>"We both work in a cultural center, and we are paid on time every month and still have free time. Many of my relatives and friends envy us."
"But this is not the life I want!" Yu Hua said stiffly. Saying the next sentence, he turned around and walked out.
Walking aimlessly on the street, Yu Hua lit a cigarette and watched people coming and going.
The small town in autumn is quite beautiful, with familiar scenery everywhere. People kept greeting him, and he forced a smile in return.
Suddenly he was tired of this unchanging life and this closed environment. He wanted to return to Yanjing, where there was a broader world and people who understood him.
At this moment, Yu Hua suddenly heard the crisp sound of a bicycle bell coming from behind, and then someone called his name.
“Yu Hua!”
Yu Hua looked back and saw a young man wearing a green post office uniform riding a bicycle. There were newspapers and magazines in the front and back bags of the bicycle.
Postman Xiao Wang.
Because Yu Hua sent articles to magazines, and the magazines responded a lot, they all got to know each other.
"Xiao Wang, do you have my letter?" Yu Hua asked with a smile.
"Yes." Xiao Wang jumped out of the car, took out a letter from the mail bag and handed it to Yu Hua, and took the "West Lake" cigarettes from Yu Hua. "Hey, Yu Hua, you are a great writer now, why are you still writing West Lake? At least you should draw Liqun, right?"
The two became familiar, and Xiao Wang began to joke.
A great writer?
Yu Hua smiled bitterly.
The two chatted for a while, and Xiao Wang continued his work. Only then did Yu Hua open the letter. It was from "Yanhe" magazine.
As he watched, a smile appeared on Yu Hua's face, and the depression just now was gone.
Yeah, what are you worried about?
As long as the content of my novels does not contain any illegal content and the writing techniques are obscure, that is just an academic discussion.
If we say obscure, are Kafka’s novels obscure?
Are Faulkner's novels obscure?
But those are all classics!
Also, are those stream-of-consciousness novels that Fang Minghua wrote in the past few years obscure?
Even though it was removed from the shelves, didn’t it still sell well in the end?
If you are afraid of everything, just like your wife said, stop writing novels!
Hurry up and send the article "At Noon When the Northwest Wind Roars"!
Yu Hua turned around and walked towards home.
In addition to Yu Hua, avant-garde novel writers Mo Yan, Su Tong, Ge Fei, Can Xue, etc. have all received letters from Yanhe magazine one after another.
The letter encourages them to stick to their creative ideas. If you have any good novels, just send them in and our editorial department will help you check them! "Yanhe" magazine is your natal family!
As a result, these contracted writers sent their novels one after another.
"Red Locust" by Mo Yan, "Song of the Lost Hanging Peanut" by Su Tong, "Trap" by Ge Fei, "Apple Tree Planted in the Corridor" by Can Xue, "Blue Sky and Green Sea" by Liu Sola.
What Fang Minghua didn't expect was that Li Hongying also sent her latest novel "Sad Polygon".
It is written that in 1969, the girl Xiaoliu was taken to her second aunt's home by her father, and entered the mysterious world of the West District Zoo, where she met the handsome boy Ye Zi. Many years later, Xiaoliu, who became a young literary and artistic woman, began a long search to find out the secret past of her mother Tang Suhui, her second aunt Tang Yuying, and her aunt Tang Qingfang...
This is a relatively long novella, about It took Fang Minghua an afternoon to read 60,000 words.
The novel uses a unique structure to connect two parallel worlds that are both fantasy and reality, peeling off cocoons from the ups and downs of the past to salvage the shining humanity.
It actually uses a stream of consciousness structure.
It's not bad, just modify it in some places and it can be used.
Compared with the piece "Poppy Flowers and White Moonlight" she wrote in Luyuan, it is a great improvement.
It can be seen that during this time, I can calm down and write.
Fang Minghua looked at the mailing address again: Shanghai.
The girl is going to be admitted to the writer’s class of the Chinese Department of Fudan University.
Did you pass the exam?
The letter didn’t say that.
Except for the manuscript, nothing else was said.
Hey.
Fang Minghua sighed softly.
I don’t think so much anymore, there are so many avant-garde novels, I can definitely set up a special account!
Yes, for this October issue, I will create a special account for avant-garde novels. This is my attitude!
Write one yourself.
What should I write about?
Fang Minghua looked at the sycamore tree outside the window and fell into thinking.
Why can’t it always be domestic or foreign?
(End of this chapter)