Chapter 2 Yanjing! Yanjing!
Is the ending of "Wrangler" dark?
In fact, it was very bright. Xu Lingjun gave up the opportunity to go to the United States, gave up inheriting his father's billions of wealth, and returned to the grassland to reunite with his wife.
It's just that the dialect is deliberately written in a dark way, in the direction of "Chen Shimei" who abandoned his wife and children, implying that Xu Lingjun could not resist the temptation and threw Xiuzhi and her children into the Qilian Mountains, but it was not explicitly stated and it ended abruptly. Stop, here comes an open ending.
If I hadn’t kept it, the next step would have been for Xu Lingjun to go to the United States, marry a wife and have a daughter, while Xiu Zhi worked hard to bring up his son and was admitted to college. Their children were in Yanjing. By chance, They met and fell in love, and when it came time to talk about marriage, Xu Lingjun and Xiuzhi, as their parents, came to meet their in-laws.
As a result, the two men's half-parents were exposed.
Brother-sister love, terminal illness, amnesia, car accident...
To put together 80 episodes of a tragic ethics drama is more than enough to give current readers a little shock.
But I can’t master the dialect, and I’m afraid that it will be rejected if it’s too dark.
I just need a chance to return to the city.
Now, the opportunity has come!
From the village to the brigade, the news that Fang Yan went to Beijing to revise the draft was spread to ten people and hundreds of people. Not surprisingly, it also reached the commune.
As the first "scholar" in the entire commune to be selected by a literary journal, the dialect received full attention.
Not to mention letters of introduction and tickets, even national food stamps were redeemed for them.
These days, a hero can really starve to death without food stamps.
Whenever you go on a business trip or visit relatives, you must exchange local food stamps for some national food stamps, otherwise you will go hungry along the way.
Under the escort of people sent by the commune and the brigade, Fang Yan came to Chang'an unimpeded with his luggage and got on the green train to Yanjing.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang.”
The aisle was crowded with passengers. Dialect looked around cautiously. Although the person in front of him wore a pair of glasses and held a magazine, he looked like a cultural man. His The companions were also polite, but they did not let down their guard. They put one hand on their luggage and the other on their waists.
Before coming, I specially sewed a pocket in my underwear.
In addition to the meal tickets, it contained all my belongings over the years of joining the queue, a total of 36 yuan, 50 cents and 5 cents.
Part of it comes from the rewards and food subsidies from the commune and the brigade, part of it comes from the living allowance of the educated youth, and part of it is secretly working as an "underground contracting team" by oneself, building factories on the construction site for just a dime. It was all saved through hard work.
"Lunch box! Do you want a box lunch?"
The conductor came over near the lunch point.
“Gulu.”
Fang Yan swallowed. Although the fellow villagers specially prepared dry food for him, he had never been touched by oil since his rebirth.
Going to a special dining car to eat stir-fried vegetables is too luxurious, but eating a box of donburi to satisfy your craving is still acceptable.
Calmly took out 5 cents, opened his mouth and asked:
"How to sell the lunch box?"
"Well, frozen pork rind rice, 3 cents."< br>
"Braised eggplant with dried seafood is 3 cents for 5 cents."
"Braised pork for 5 cents..."
The conductor answered enthusiastically.
“Pork skin frozen rice, thank you.”
Fang Yan struggled to make a decision and exchanged a meal ticket.
These days, in the mobile food sales in the carriages, you buy the ticket first and then the food is delivered. The people who handle the money and the food are separate, and the food is collected with the ticket.
“I’ll also have a piece of frozen pork rind rice.”
As soon as the bespectacled man opposite took out the money, the friend by the window shouted: “Pass it to me, I want to eat it. Fish fillets.”
“I want grilled eggplant with sea rice!”
With this shout, everyone in the carriage waved their tickets and shouted the name of the man with glasses in a few words: br>
"Lu Yao! There's me too!"
"Lu Yao?"
Fang Yan was excited and stared straight at this tall man. If he were a little fatter, If you comb your hair with a middle parting, it will look exactly like the bust of Lu Yao in your memory!
Good guy! He didn’t even recognize Lu Yao!
Turning his head, he didn't see who was sitting next to Lu Yao, but it was the one who wanted to eat "roasted eggplant with sea rice". He looked up and down, and was surprised to find that it was Jia Pingwa.
"Hiss~"
I couldn't help but take a breath of air. I looked left and right and saw Lu Yao and Jia Pingwa holding several books from northern Shaanxi, such as "Yanhe" and "Chang'an". Literary magazine, waiting for the meal quietly.
After a long while, the conductor pushed the lunch cart, and the prepared lunch boxes were placed on the dining cart like bricks building a wall. One ticket and one lunch box were being sold in one car after another.
“Give way, watch your step.”
“Here, your frozen pork rind rice.”
Fang Yan took the rectangular aluminum lunch box and did not open it in a hurry. Instead, he helped Lu Yao hold the hand and pass the lunch box to his companions.
"Mo Shen, it's yours."
"Teacher Hu, this is yours."
"Pingwa, the grilled eggplant with sea rice you want... "
After the lunch boxes were handed over, Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa and others looked at Fang Yan and smiled, "Thank you, little comrade"
"You're welcome."
Fang Yan asked seemingly casually: "Are you writers from northern Shaanxi?" "Hey, how do you know that we are writers from northern Shaanxi?"
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Lu Yao’s eyes widened.
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I saw you were holding "Yanhe" and "Chang'an" and have been discussing the works in them."
"Haha, that's it."
Lu Yao raised his head and smiled, and opened the lunch box. The so-called "frozen pork rind rice" is pork rinds and jelly with vegetables and white rice.
The rice comes one at a time, so chew it hard.
When he saw that Fang Yan was also eating frozen rice with pork rinds, he grinned and said, "What a coincidence, this is called Ying, um..."
When I saw it, I wanted to say "Heroes see the same thing," he shook his head and added in dialect, "Foodie tacitly agrees?"
"Yes, foodie knows it tacitly!"
Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, and Mo Shen looked at each other and smiled, their eyes full of admiration, "The word 'foodie' is a wonderful use."
Fang Yan smiled naively, his soul had already been filled with fragrance The rice was taken away, and he eagerly put spoonfuls into his mouth, not wanting to waste a grain of rice. Any rice stuck to his mouth or chin was wiped into his mouth, and even if it landed on his clothes, he immediately pressed it, Pinch it into your mouth and feel as if you are tasting delicious food, and you can't help but be intoxicated.
I finally tasted something so oily!
Seeing his eating appearance, Lu Yao and others looked at each other with wide eyes, "You look like an educated youth returning to the city?"
Fang Yan licked the leftover rice off the spoon, "I'm an educated youth, but it's not my turn to return to the city now. I'm going to Yanjing to revise the manuscript."
"Revise the manuscript?!"
Even Jia Pingwa, who was busy eating, couldn't help but look at it. Fang Yan, Lu Yao said in surprise: "I can't tell, little comrade, oh, I've been chatting for a long time, but I still don't know what your name is?"
"My name is Fang Yan, the direction of the direction, the speech of the language."
Fang Yan nodded and introduced himself.
Lu Yao also introduced himself and his companions.
From the late 1970s to the early 1980s, writers in northern Shaanxi formed a strong creative team, and soon built the northern Shaanxi literary world into an important city in the national literary map.
For example, Jia Pingwa has three essays selected into the "Selected Short Stories and Prose of Northern Shaanxi" published this year. This is the culmination of Northern Shaanxi's literary achievements in the 30 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Mo Shen, for example, wrote "Window" and won the National Outstanding Short Story Award in 1978. As for himself, although he has no works to his name, he is also the literary editor of "Yanhe".
Every one of them is a rising star in the literary world of northern Shaanxi.
"I didn't expect that you are also a fellow-minded person and a writer." Jia Pingwa cast an eager look, "Which magazine in Yanjing should you go to to revise the manuscript?"
"Yanjing Literature and Art." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Oh!"
Everyone was surprised. "Yanjing Literature and Art" is now recognized as the leader of literary journals. It is a national magazine, compared with regional magazines such as "Yanhe" and "Chang'an". The grade is much higher.
Suddenly, I looked at Fang Yan in a new light.
In particular, he mentioned that two works were selected.
"Teacher Hu, what do you think?"
Lu Yao and others were respectful to the old man sitting in the back row.
“Listen to what Xiao Fang said, the first chapter “Loess Plateau”, like Mo Shen’s “Window”, are both typical scar stories, but this “Wrangler” is very different. It has a positive flavor that is different from the tragedy of scars. If it were me, I would not hesitate to select it for inclusion in "Shaanxi Literature."
"Thank you, Teacher Hu, for your praise."
Hearing this comment from Teacher Hu, whom even Jia Pingwa and Lu Yao respected, Fang Yan suppressed his excitement, "I have to continue to work hard and discuss with the editor how to change it next?"
"It's a pity. "I didn't have the chance to read "The Wrangler" and "Loess High Slope" written by you." Lu Yao couldn't help but regret it.
“Not necessarily.”
Jia Pingwa said with a smile: “Don’t forget, we have to stay in Yanjing until the end of the Literary Congress. If Comrade Xiaofang’s revision of the draft goes smoothly, it is estimated that in the latest We can see his novels in the first issue of "Yanjing Literature and Art""
Lu Yao slapped his thigh: "That's right!"
"Literary Congress?"
Fang Yan murmured with confusion in his eyes.
Lu Yao hurriedly explained that the 13 of them were on this trip as a delegation from northern Shaanxi to attend the Fourth National Literary Congress in Yanjing, led by Teacher Hu Caihu.
Looking at Fang Yan's envious eyes, Hu Cai encouraged: "You will have this opportunity in the future, but the competition in Yanjing should be very fierce, so you have to work harder."
"Yeah."
Fang Yan raised his lips, but was thinking secretly in his heart.
I may not necessarily stay in the literary world for the rest of my life...
"Here comes the water!"
There was a commotion in the carriage, water was delivered, and everyone took out it one after another. Rice jar, or simply pour water into a clean lunch box, and a little oily splash will appear on the water surface immediately.
Fang Yan sipped greedily and looked out the window. The scenery was fleeting and his thoughts had long since drifted away.
Yanjing, here I come!
The "Northern Shaanxi" here refers to "Shaanxi", because the names of provinces and cities in the starting point system will become abbreviations. For example, "Shaanxi" will become "SX", so it is It was changed to "Northern Shaanxi".
(End of this chapter)