Chapter 3 Yanjing Literature and Art
“We’ve arrived at Yanjing Station! We’ve arrived at Yanjing Station!”
There is no need for the conductor to shout, there is already a long line of people waiting to get off at the door of the carriage, with Fang Yan carrying Jun on his back The green luggage bag was the bag he brought from home when he went to work in northern Shaanxi. It contained his change of clothes and books, but nothing else.
At the train station, waved goodbye to Lu Yao and others.
The Fourth Literary Congress will last for half a month. Everyone is not sure whether they will have the opportunity to return to northern Shaanxi together. They can only meet at the closing ceremony on November 16. If Dialect still stays in Yanjing, And after finishing the revision, we go together.
"See you later, Xiao Fang!"
"See you later!"
Watching them leave, Fang Yan carried his luggage bag and did not go home immediately, but took the No. 10 bus. In the car, we first went to No. 7 West Chang'an Avenue, where "Yenjing Literature and Art" is located.
I originally lived in seclusion in a large courtyard on Xiagonfu Street, but in the 1960s, with the Yanjing Federation of Literary and Art Circles, they moved to this corner of the city next to the speakers of the Telegraph Building, and the editorial office was in a different building. In the small, inconspicuous building, the exterior walls are yellowed and the corridors are cramped.
Who would have thought that one of the important literary positions in Yanjing and even China would be here!
After turning around and around, Fang Yan finally saw the office with the sign "Yenjing Literature and Art" hanging on it. The door was closed, and he reached out and knocked.
"Please come in."
"Hello, Teacher Zhou Yanru asked me to revise the manuscript."
Pushing the door in, what comes into view is a growing tree Very good Dieffenbachia, Fang Yan looked around, taking in the layout of the whole room. Except for the table facing the potted plants, which was empty, the other four tables were occupied by people, and they all looked at him in unison.
“Yeah, you are the dialect!”
Looking in the direction of the voice, a young woman in yellow clothes with floral sleeves on her hands stood up from a desk full of manuscripts with a smile.
“Are you Teacher Zhou?” Fang Yan asked in surprise.
"Ah, I'm not, my name is Wang Jie."
Wang Jie was full of enthusiasm, "I am your first review editor, and I am your "Loess High Slope" and "Wrangler" I found it from free submissions and gave it to the master for review.”
“That’s it. Thank you very much.”
Dialect expresses sincere gratitude.
Without her, there would probably be no chance of returning to Beijing.
“No, no need.”
Wang Jie waved her hands shyly, “I didn’t expect you to arrive so soon. I thought it would take a few days.”
"As soon as I arrived in Yanjing, I went straight here."
Fang Yan grinned lightly.
“Put your things here first.”
Wang Jie took off his sleeves, “I will take you to see Master.”
Fang Yan put down his luggage bag and followed Wang Jie Behind Jie, in full view of everyone, he entered the small room of the editorial director.
I saw an old woman with black hair mixed with white hair put down the manuscript that was being finalized, stood up, and poured water into the enamel cup with a smile.
"You speak dialect, right?"
"Hello, Teacher Zhou."
"Come on, young man, drink some water."
Zhou Yanru handed the cup over.
Fang Yan thanked him and sat down.
"I didn't expect you to be so young."
Watching Zhou Yanru and Fang Yan chatting, Wang Jie sat aside and stared straight at this polite man who had no stage fright.
Completely different from the young writers I have seen before, there is no trace of nervousness or restraint, and there is a sense of calmness in every gesture.
Zhou Yanru opened the drawer and took out two manuscripts of novels he had written, "This one, "Loess High Slope," has nothing to change except for some typos. It can be published directly, but this one, "The Wrangler," I’m curious how you came up with such a story?”
Come on, come on!
Just like a murderer has a motive for committing a crime, a writer also has a motive or inspiration for writing, and it is impossible to say that he copied it.
Fang Yan shook off the prepared words: "It's a coincidence. There is an educated youth in our educated youth spot who happens to have overseas connections. Through this layer, he adopted a son as a relative and succeeded. country, we remaining educated youth will discuss this matter. "
Then he took a sip of water, "If it were us, would he make the same choice whether to leave or stay? "
"What's the result?"
Wang Jie couldn't wait for Zhou Yanru to ask.
Fang Yan replied: "Most of them choose to go abroad with their overseas relatives. Of course, a few choose to stay."
"That's why you wrote Xu Lingjun like this at the end."
Zhou Yanru suddenly realized road.
“Maybe this is reality.”
Fang Yan sighed.
"Which part are you in?"
Zhou Yanru stared at him with a smile.
"I will stay."
Fang Yan said: "Although I may not be able to make any contribution, I only have a passion for it, but if I can spread this passion in the mountains and rivers of China, Water, I have no regrets.”
“Yes, that’s how this “Wrangler” should be written!”
Zhou Yanru patted the table lightly.
Wang Jie blinked, looked left and right, and saw Fang Yan turning over his manuscript. Zhou Yanru's revision comments were written at the end. The two discussed patiently and chatted very harmoniously. So he listened in a polite manner and silently gave them water.
Zhou Yanru said: "In fact, there are no big changes in this revision, but the ending is a bit dark and needs to be changed to be brighter."
Fang Yan said cheerfully: "As long as I can publish it, I can change it from beginning to end."
"Pfft!"
Wang Jie couldn't help laughing and immediately covered her mouth.
Zhou Yanru shook her head and laughed: "No, just end it."
"Change it now?" Fang Yan asked.
“Don’t be so anxious, we have arranged a guest house for you. You can put your luggage away first and then come back here to revise the manuscript.”
Zhou Yanru smiled and said: "Xiao Wang, you can take him there."
"Um, am I paying for the accommodation?"
Fang Yan thought that if he had to pay for the accommodation at his own expense, he might as well just go home.
"How can I let you go out?"
Wang Jie adjusted his glasses and said, "Don't worry, we will pay for the accommodation, as well as your round-trip train ticket, which can also be reimbursed."< br>
"That's good."
Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and followed Wang Jie to leave.
But when passing the only empty table, Wang Jie suddenly stopped and whispered: "There is no one here for the time being. If you revise your manuscript these days, do it here."
"No one?"
Fang Yan glanced at the empty table opposite Wang Jie's position.
"Yes, this seat is reserved for contract workers."
Wang Jie replied: "We have only resumed publication not long ago, and the editorial department is very tight now. It is not as wealthy as the Humanities Society."
< br>Fang Yan’s eyes lit up and he stared at the table, looking over and over again.
Isn’t it possible to recruit workers?
Don’t use inappropriate quotas for planned temporary workers!
On the way to the guest house, through small talk with Wang Jie, he picked up the recruitment requirements for temporary workers from "Yanjing Literature and Art". Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and considered whether to change his original plan.
As soon as everything was settled, I couldn’t wait to go back.
“You don’t have to be in such a hurry.”
Wang Jie said with a smile: “You can take a day off and start making changes tomorrow. You don’t have to leave immediately after making changes. It’s a rare opportunity. Stay a few more days in Yanjing and play a few more days.”
“Really?”
Fang Yan was very surprised. When he originally wanted to revise the manuscript, he deliberately dilly-dallyed and procrastinated and stayed in Yanjing for a few more days.
Co-authoring is not necessary at all!
“Of course.”
Wang Jie said that not only would he be covered for accommodation during this period, but he would also be given a subsidy of 2 yuan a day. Of course, not everyone has this kind of treatment. In addition to long-established writers, only emerging talents who are recognized as having writing talent are worthy of long-term development.
Only in this way can we ensure a stable supply of articles to the magazine.
"So that's it."
Fang Yan was surprised and happy in his heart, but calm and calm on the surface, "Then I should change it earlier, so that I can play for a few more days."
His eyes were extremely determined, "Besides, I have been thinking about it on the road. I already have an outline. I just had this conversation with Teacher Zhou, and I seem to be inspired. I have to write it down quickly.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Wang Jie was anxious. Said: "We will go back immediately!"
The two got on the bus and hurried back to the small building.
"Hey, Xiao Wang is back."
In the office at this time, a middle-aged aunt with short hair and black clothes was cleaning. When she saw them, she stopped what she was doing.
“This is Teacher Ji Xiuying, the deputy leader of the novel group.”
“This is Teacher Li Yue, in charge of the poetry group.”
"This is Teacher Huang Zhongguo, who is in charge of the prose group."
Since I have to stay here during the revision period, it is natural to get to know the people in the editorial department. Under Wang Jie's introduction, Fang Yan greeted them one by one and talked to each other. In between, be polite.
"I revised the draft as soon as I came here. Xiao Fang is so diligent."
Ji Xiuying praised.
“Hey, that’s right.”
Wang Jie, as if guarding against thieves, asked Fang Yan to sit at the empty table opposite her, handed over paper and pen, "Hey, let's write. When it's time for dinner, I will take you to the cafeteria."
"Okay."
Fang Yan nodded, turned his gaze on the blank draft paper, turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, and fell into thinking.
I had already drafted the ending of "Wrangler".
But do you need to write it all at once to shock everyone?
(End of this chapter)