Chapter 397 Lu Yao wants to write a new novel
"You are talking about the book "Little Dongmei's Wanderings of Mountains and Seas"?" Jia Pingwa took the topic: "When I saw this title, I thought Minghua How could I change my career to write fairy tales and publish it in Yanhe? The editor gave me a backdoor."
The other two people laughed when they saw the title.
“Later I read the content and realized it was not. Minghua, Latin America’s magical realism writing techniques make you perfect at playing.” Jia Pingwa praised.
“Throw a brick to attract jade, throw a brick to attract jade,” Fang Minghua said quickly.
It’s not that Fang Minghua is modest. Among the masters of domestic magical realism, Mo Yan is first recommended. His masterpiece "Life and Death Fatigue" is his masterpiece. The other is Yu Hua, who first recommends "Brothers".
Of course, these works have not yet come out.
At this time Chen Zhongshi said: "I plan to use this writing technique in the book I am going to write."
"You?"
Jia Pingwa listened He even forgot to play mahjong and looked at Chen Zhongshi sitting opposite him in surprise.
"I originally planned to be purely realistic like Minghua's "Crossing the Guandong", but now I feel that it would be more interesting to use some magical colors in the novel." Chen Zhongshi replied.
"Really?"
"We have to follow the trend, so as not to say we are stubborn." Chen Zhongshi said humorously.
Fang Minghua was not surprised at all by Chen Zhongshi's thoughts.
There are indeed magical elements in his "White Deer Plain". "White deer", "white wolf", "銊子", "moth" and other magical images are all based on mysterious The absurd form is reflected in the bizarre plot design.
But Jia Pingwa and Lu Yao were surprised.
I didn’t expect that Chen Zhongshi, who looked the most “clumsy”, would also change his style!
In particular, Jia Pingwa is thinking about whether her next novel can also learn from this style?
The mahjong game lasted until almost six o'clock when Chen Zhongshi's wife came out of the kitchen and told them that the mutton had been stewed and they could start dinner.
"Stop fighting, eat, eat." Lu Yao quickly stood up and left the stall.
I'm too unlucky, I always lose.
Everyone packed up their mahjong and washed their hands. A pot of stewed mutton had been brought to the table, and the aroma was overflowing.
The three of them, Fang Minghua, Chen Zhongshi, his wife and their two children, gathered around the table to eat.
The mutton is paired with Guokui and a few plates of sauerkraut. It tastes extremely delicious. Of course, I won’t forget to open a bottle of Xifeng wine.
Lu Yao couldn't drink. Fang Minghua said he couldn't drink while driving. However, there was no rule about drinking and not driving these days, so he had no choice but to drink.
To be honest, a bottle of wine for three people is nothing to them.
The four of them chatted while eating, mostly about the literary world.
Liu Xingwu was removed from his post as editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" because of Ma Jian's novel.
Shen Congwen was nominated for this year's Nobel Prize in Literature but unfortunately lost.
Jiang Zilong, Liu Xingwu, etc. More than thirty writers and editors were involved in car accidents while traveling to Mount Wutai in the summer. Fortunately, they were all slightly injured.
Finally, it was Chen Zhongshi who raised his glass: "You three launched the Qin Army's Eastern Expedition. Next time we do a second Eastern Expedition, I must drink this drink!"
"Come on, cheers!" ”
Lu Yao also raised his cup of tea.
After the meal, Fang Minghua and others chatted for a while, then said goodbye and left.
Fang Minghua drove the car Back to Xijing City, first send Jia Pingwa home and then send Lu Yao back to Xingfu Community
Lu Yao usually talks a lot when a few people are together, but today at Chen Zhongshi's house, he seemed to talk a little less.
"Brother Lu, are you worried?" Fang Minghua asked while driving.
"Look at the three of you, you are all very ambitious. I am a useless person now." Lu Yao sighed.
"Don't say that. You are still recuperating now. When your body recovers completely, it will be too late." Fang Minghua comforted him. "Also, I feel that "The Ordinary World" seems to have exhausted all my efforts. Now if you ask me to write it, I don't know what to write."
"I just said at Teacher Chen's house, didn't you want to write a family history?" Fang Minghua asked rhetorically.
"That's what I said, but it's difficult to write an epic novel like family history. You wrote it and won the Mao Dun Award. Zhongshi is also preparing. Judging from the way he swears it, it doesn't seem to be the case. I will never give up until I achieve certain results. I’ll write again, I’m afraid.”
Lu Yao didn’t finish his words, but Fang Minghua understood what he meant.
The front is the benchmark, and the pressure to write about the same subject later is even greater.
Besides, there are always people in the literary world who compare the four of them together intentionally or unintentionally.
Fang Minghua didn't know how to persuade him for a while.
Historically, "The Ordinary World" was Lu Yao's swan song. Now that Lu Yao's body is no longer in danger, he can pick up his pen and continue writing after a period of recovery.
Of course Fang Minghua doesn’t know what he can write.
However, before coming to this era, Fang Minghua once read a post on the Internet, which wrote about some unknown "cold knowledge" of Lu Yao. What about Lu Yao besides his pen name "Lu Yao"? In addition, there are several other pen names, one of which is called "Ying Yihong"
Lu Yao especially likes rainy days. When buying cigarettes, you must wear a mouthpiece, but you must pinch off the filter when smoking.< br>
However, Fang Minghua didn't notice this hobby of his.
There is also a paragraph saying that after Lu Yao finished writing "The Ordinary World", in the early 1990s, the international situation suddenly changed, and after the drastic changes in Eastern Europe and the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Lu Yao stayed up all night, chatting with a writer Zhong said that he thought of the collapse of several veteran cadre families in a certain city in northern Qin. He tried to explore the mysteries of the world through several families, and planned to write a larger-scale novel titled "Collapse".
He also said that, like an old locust tree in the loess ravine of his hometown, under the tree there are expanding happiness and concentrated suffering of several pairs of young men and women, which is a symbol of the Loess Plateau. The History of Adam and Eve
Of course this is what is written on the post. Whether it is true or false cannot be verified.
Nothing.
Now that Lu Yao has finished writing "The Ordinary World", and people are still alive and kicking in front of him, you can ask him if he has ever had such an idea?
Forget about "Collapse", it's not yet the early 1990s, the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe are all fine. I want to ask if the idea of Adam and Eve is true?
Thinking of this, Fang Minghua asked with a smile: "Brother Lu, can you continue to write about your Qinbei Plateau? Have you ever thought about it, you can write about the happiness and suffering of several young men and women in Qin Under an old locust tree on the northern plateau, it is equivalent to the height of the loess "The original Adam and Eve, written from this perspective?"
"Then this is basically a novel about male and female lust?" Lu Yao laughed: "Pingwa is good at this, I am not. Why did you ask me to write this?”
Holy shit!
That post is a lie!
Thinking about it, it is indeed different from Lu Yao’s writing style.
In Lu Yao's novels, there is almost no explicit description of gender between men and women, which is different from Jia Pingwa or even Chen Zhongshi.
Fang Minghua quickly covered it up and said, "I was just talking casually."
What Fang Minghua didn't expect was that he was at work the next afternoon when he suddenly received a call from Lu Yao .
"Minghua, last night you talked about the story about Adam and Eve on the Loess Plateau. I thought about it carefully today and found it quite interesting. I also want to break out of my previous writing style."
"You want to try it? Try?”
“Hmm.”
Holy shit, shit, shit
Fang Minghua said several times in his mind.
Will Lu Yao write a novel similar to Jia Pingwa's "The Wasted City" in the future?
That would be lively!
(End of this chapter)