Chapter 603 Chapter 602 turns out to be a gimmick done by the publisher or the author himself.
Fang Minghua also smiled and replied: "Brother Jia, you don't even give me the novel, how can I let Shengshi Books publish it?"
"Oh. Look what you said. Blame me, blame me. , but I’m writing a long story now, and the first draft has been completed. Are you interested in reading it?”
“Okay.”
Both Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi knew that Jia Pingwa went to Taibai. The town at the foot of the mountain is dedicated to writing, but it is not clear what to write about. Now that I heard what Jia Pingwa said, I immediately became interested and said I would go back and read it now.
Jia Pingwa still lived in the dormitory in the town government compound. The three of them followed him back to the courtyard and entered the room. Jia Pingwa took out a stack of manuscripts from the desk drawer and handed it to Fang Minghua.
Holy shit!
A densely packed area.
Starting from the top, the characters are very small, often one to several pages per paragraph, and there is no blank space at all, not only on the front, but also on the back of the letter paper.
Fortunately, Fang Minghua does not have trypophobia, otherwise he would look really uncomfortable.
This is his habit. It is said that he developed this habit because he had no money to buy manuscript paper when he was learning to write. In his words, only a few words can be written on one sheet of manuscript paper. What a pity!
Also As a joke, one year he sent a manuscript to Sichuan Province's "Young Writers". Later, they sent him a stack of manuscript paper, saying that he might have written it that way because he lacked manuscript paper.
However, Fang Minghua and the others are aware of Jia Pingwa’s habit, and they are accustomed to it. Everyone is curious about the content of the article.
In fact, Fang Minghua already knew that what he wrote was "Abandoned Capital".
Before coming to this era, Fang Minghua had seen it.
At that time, he had just entered college and was reading pornographic books.
Of course, what made Fang Minghua curious was the "□□□□□□(author deleted×hundred×ten×) in "The Wasted City" words)", do these words really exist in the manuscript?
After the publication of "The Wasted Capital", there was a rumor in the society that Jia Pingwa kept the original manuscript without deletion, and someone in Xiangjiang offered a lot of money for the original text to be published.
Is it true or false?
Fang Minghua picked up the manuscript and quickly browsed a few pages, and suddenly felt disappointed.
There are no undeleted erotic descriptions at all, not even "□□□□□□ (the author deleted ×hundred
Of course, there was no expression on his face. Fang Minghua gave the manuscript to Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao next to him. They all read it carefully
Fang Minghua had read it before and didn't feel much about it, but Lu Yao didn't feel much about it. The more Yao and Chen Zhongshi looked at each other, the more surprised they became. Finally, Lu Yao couldn't help but ask: "Pingwa, do you want to write a modern version of "A Dream of Red Mansions" or "Jin Ping Mei"?"
"That's right," Pingwa, I think I was a little bold in the erotic descriptions in my book "White Deer Plain". I didn't expect you to be more courageous than me!"
Jia Pingwa seemed to be used to the strange thing. She took out the "narrow version of the monkey" without a filter in her pocket, threw one to Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao, then lit it herself, took a puff and said leisurely:
< br>"I want to become the contemporary "Dream of Red Mansions". But maybe some people will call it the contemporary "Jin Ping Mei", but well, it is not bad to have the influence of "Jin Ping Mei"."
< br>"Hey, Pingwa, both "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Jin Ping Mei" have stories about many women. How many women do you have in "The Wasted City"?" Lu Yao asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Well, let me think about it." Jia Pingwa held a cigarette in her mouth, counted on her fingers, and finally said, "There are a total of 8 women who have written stories, and the old lady who just mentioned them does not count."
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
"Hey, let me tell you, don't look at the women in the book. Look at the structure and style of the story. How about that?" Jia Pingwa reminded.
After hearing what he said, the three of them picked up the manuscript and read it.
The novel is very long, so everyone only read part of it each. Needless to say, Fang Minghua, Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi are both masters of writing novels, and they basically figured out the style of Jia Pingwa's novel.
After a while, Lu Yao said: "Pingwa, your novel is completely different from what you wrote before." "Yes, I wrote about rural areas before, but this time I wrote about cities. , just write about the city we live in," Jia Pingwa explained.
"That's not entirely the case." Lu Yao shook his head: "The writing style has also changed drastically. It has a classical sense of mystery to create a magical artistic conception. It is not exactly Latin American magical realism, but it has a flavor of Eastern metaphysics. Look at "Zhuangzi" ?”
Jia Pingwa nodded with a smile and took out another book from the drawer. It already had rough edges, indicating that it had been read many times. It was "Zhuangzi"!
"Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos." Jia Pingwa recited a poem by Li Shangyin, and then said: "You also saw that the name of the protagonist of my book is Zhuang Zhidie! "
"I admire you!" Lu Yao raised his thumbs.
Chen Zhongshi's face looked a little worried.
"Pingwa, Lu Yao also mentioned the advantages of your novel. I'm worried about one thing now."
"Is it that there are too many erotic descriptions?"
"Yes, I just said I also said that after I finished writing "White Deer Plain", I was a little uneasy, not because of the quality of the novel, but because of the erotic descriptions in the book. I was worried that it would cause discomfort to readers. Mr. Su from Shengshi Books also talked about this issue. "
"But your book is even worse. I'm worried that it will cause a lot of trouble if it is officially published."
After listening to it, Jia Pingwa turned to me.
"Minghua, what do you mean?"
Fang Minghua pondered for a moment, and did not answer directly but said: "Brother Jia, finish revising first and come up with the final draft, and then we can have a good chat."
"Okay!"
Fang Minghua's attitude is very important.
Not only is he a writer like Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao, but he is also a very famous literary critic. More importantly, he can decide the publication of this book!
However, Fang Minghua's ambiguous attitude made Jia Pingwa a little worried.
This book took all his efforts and is the most satisfying book he has written so far. What will be the ending in the future?
The three of them read the manuscript again and put forward their own opinions on some specific details in the article. Jia Pingwa marked them all and made adjustments after careful consideration.
Seeing that it was almost time, the three of them said goodbye and left to go back to the hotel. As soon as they reached the front yard of the town government, they saw a man walking towards them.
It turned out to be Mayor Zhang of the town.
When he saw them, he took the initiative to greet them: "Three chairmen, are you looking for Chairman Jia?"
"Yes, I walked around and went to his room to chat for a while. Mayor Zhang, why don't you rest so late?" Fang Minghua said.
“Hey, there are a lot of things in towns and villages.”
“Hard work, hard work.”
“Hard work? Writing is not as hard as you literati.” Mayor Zhang laughed. Said: To be honest with you, Chairman Jia has lived in our town for a while, and I have never seen such a desperate person. ”
"Desperately? He told us that he often soaks in hot springs and climbs Taibai Mountain here, and his days are very leisurely."
"Haha, those are the few days you have been here. Usually he starts after dark , he has to write until after midnight every night. I often see the lights in his dormitory still on in the middle of the night."
"He also gets up early during the day, and goes back to eat after breakfast in the cafeteria. After writing, I took a nap for an hour at noon, and then got up and continued writing. It was like this all day long, and we were extremely impressed.”
After Fang Minghua listened, the three of them looked at each other.
Oh my god.
This Jia Pingwa is dying!
(End of this chapter)