Chapter 38 Teacher Xiaofang, I want to make progress
At night, the students move freely.
Some were walking, some were reading, and some were playing table tennis in teams.
But most of the people gathered in a small bungalow.
Because inside, there is a color TV.
Although it is not as clear as black and white, if the channel is not adjusted correctly, all the images will continue to shake and deform, but it is worse than nothing. At this time, a female host announcing the show appeared on the screen.
“Who is this person?”
Everyone whispered to each other, but there was no answer.
"Who? It's a fairy!"
Mo Shen noticed a figure approaching him from the corner of his eye.
"Old Mo, where is my manuscript?"
Fang Yan squatted down so as not to block the view of the back row.
"At Gu Hua and Zilong's place."
Mo Shen stood up.
The two walked to the back row and saw Jiang Zilong and Gu Hua muttering that the manuscript had fallen into the hands of Tie Ning, Wang Anyi and others.
Those who can be recruited into the workshop are all outstanding figures in the local literary circle. When I heard that Dialect was going to submit a manuscript to "Harvest", I rushed to see what quality the manuscript would be!
“Yanzi, how did you come up with the theme of spy war.”
Mo Shen couldn’t help but be curious.
“Learn inferences from one example.”
Fang Yan said with a smile: “Since there can be anti-special themes, why can’t there be undercover themes dedicated to our underground workers.”
Mo Shen sighed: "Let me think about it, I would never have thought of it. Even if you can think of the key point, the ideological and story-telling are still so strong!"
"Ideology and storytelling are one aspect, and literary nature is another. aspects.”
Gu Hua was amazed: "Look at the inner monologue written by Yanzi, and the smooth connection between the front and back..."
"I used the montage technique commonly used in movie scripts."
Dialects speak straightforwardly.
"Montage?"
Everyone was shocked, and everyone's face looked like "although they didn't understand, they were shocked."
"There is also this beginning, this is the first time I have seen it."
Jiang Zilong asked: "It made me a little confused at first, so I read it carefully several times, brilliant, really It’s brilliant! How clever you can combine the past and the present in one sentence.”
“I also had a sudden idea.”
Fang Yan raised the corners of his mouth when he heard their comments.
"The Conspiracy" has been revised and processed by myself and has a total of 104,000 words, which has reached the standard of a novella.
"The Wrangler" is the first short story.
"The Conspiracy" is the first novella, an improvement!
(ps: The number of words is not the only criterion for measurement. Lu Yao's "Life" has a word count of 144,000 and won the National Outstanding Novella Award. "To Live" has 120,000 words, but it is considered a long novel.)< br>
The manuscript was circulated among the crowd, and there was no one who was not convinced after reading it, but along with being convinced came heavy pressure.
In front of him, these proud men seemed to disappear into the crowd in an instant. What a psychological blow this would cause!
Can you still have fun and have fun!
"It's a pity, I know nothing about this kind of subject matter, I don't know how to write, and I can't write." Jiang Zilong sighed.
Fang Yan comforted: "There are specialties in the art industry, and every writer has his or her own strengths. There is no need to force it."
"You are right. I still focus on reform literature and continue to explore the reform and conflict of state-owned enterprises."
Jiang Zilong nodded solemnly.
“I really envy you, you have all found your own writing direction.” Mo Shenxiang sought comfort from Gu Hua.
Gu Hua surprised him, "I have already thought about it. To be precise, I decided it before enrolling in school."
"What direction?"
Fang Yan and others all looked at him.
“It’s reflective literature.”
Gu Hua said that “The Wrangler” and the wave of reflective literature it set off immediately inspired him, and he happened to have a story at hand.
Fang Yan said: "Speak out and let us listen." "This is when I went to a large mountainous county for an interview. Someone from the cultural center of this county told me about the unjust case of a widow."
Gu Hua simply retold it. The story itself was very tragic. This widow had two husbands die, but she had fatalistic thoughts in her mind, blaming herself for being lucky and unlucky, but for losing her husband.
Fang Yan immediately guessed that it was the prototype of the story "Furong Town".
“I plan to process this story and add a character similar to Xu Lingjun, but without the warmth between people like "The Wrangler". He will be bullied and humiliated, and then follow The widowed protagonist formed a suffering couple."
Gu Hua said seriously: "Comfort each other in the suffering."
"It's not enough." Fang Yan shook his head.
"What's not enough, Yanzi, can you tell me?"
Gu Hua asked seriously.
Fang Yan suggested: "I think since I am writing about the countryside, why not combine reflection with the countryside?"
"Yanzi, you touched on my heart, I also have this idea, I plan to incorporate the people and things in the rural areas of southern Hunan that I have been familiar with for more than 20 years."
Gu Hua felt like he had met a close friend and patted his thigh.
The two chatted very speculatively. Dialect did not directly follow the movie version, but took out a similar version of "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily" and used this to communicate with Gu Hua.
“Is it a bit vulgar to be jealous of your appearance?”
“Then change it.”
“Quality is more important than appearance. It’s better to give rural women all their The good qualities are all concentrated in this character, kindness, hard work, tolerance, enthusiasm, and then the charming appearance."
Gu Hua said: "What do you think, Yanzi?"
"I think it's okay."
Fang Yan said, "Have you thought of the title of the novel?"
Gu Hua said: "How about calling it Distant Mountain Town?"
"No characteristics, not eye-catching." Fang Yan shook his head.
Gu Hua took out a pen and wrote 15 topics on the paper, including "Mountain Town Fengyue", "Mountain Town Girl", "Furong River", "Yuye Creek", etc., but none of them clicked. The discerning one.
"In my opinion, since the rivers, creeks, and small towns in the place you mentioned have been called 'Furong River', 'Yuye Stream', and 'Furong Town', it's better to just use 'Furong Town'."< br>
Fang Yan asked Jiang Zilong and the others for their opinions.
Mo Shen agreed: "This is good. It succinctly and concisely stated that the whole story happened in Furong Town."
Jiang Zilong nodded in agreement: "Yanzi said that he is an assistant editor, but if you want me to say , your level has surpassed that of many editors I have met. In time, you may become a famous editor.”
“I think so too”
Gu Hua, Mo Shen and others believed this deeply.
"Authors and screenwriters achieve mutual success. Whether I can become a famous editor depends on all of you."
Fang Yan looked at Gu Hua and said that "Yanjing Literature and Art" is dedicated to doing this year For the topic of reflection on literature, all good works of reflection on literature will be accepted. I hope that "Furong Town" can be submitted to them.
"Of course there is no problem, and Teacher Xiaofang must be responsible for my "Hibiscus Town"." Gu Hua agreed happily.
"No, no, I can't bear the title of 'teacher', let's just do it as usual." Fang Yan raised his hand.
"How can this be done? When you work, you must fulfill your duties!" Gu Hua said in a serious tone, "Teacher Xiao Fang, please take care of me in the future."
"Look after each other and make progress together!"
Dialect I shook hands with him and smiled knowingly.
“Lao Gu has finished speaking, Teacher Xiaofang, it’s my turn.”
Mo Shen couldn’t wait to get closer.
Previously, Fang Yan recommended Lu Yao's manuscript to "Contemporary", and now he is helping Gu Hua's "Furong Town" find a good outlet.
Teacher Xiao Fang, I, Lao Mo, also want to make progress!
“Comrade Fang Yan, can you please also take a look at my manuscript?”
The movements of the four of them fell into the eyes of other people present early, especially after hearing Gu During the exchange between Hua and Fang Yan, Hua looked at Fang Yan with even more intense eyes, his eyes shining brightly.
Teacher Xiaofang, we want to make progress so much!
Thanks to Blood Sacrifice Yanhuang for the 100 starting coins.
(End of this chapter)