Chapter 37 You hide it really deep
April 2, morning.
Fang Yan and other 34 students gathered at the venue, looking around and watching the teachers coming in one after another.
From time to time, someone would ask, "Is anyone here?"
While everyone was whispering to each other, Li Qingquan and Xu Gang, who went to greet them, led a group of people in.
"The leader is Chen Huangmei, right?"
"Mr. Cao Gong, Mr. Ding Ling, and Mr. Xiao are all here. Wait, wait, why don't you see Mr. Ai?"
Look at them Like a star-struck fan, Fang Yan stood on one side of the coffee table and glanced at Tiening, who was working as a waiter with him.
“Has the water been poured?”
“It’s all poured and the temperature is just right.”
"Then let's go."
Fang Yan carefully picked up the washbasin filled with tea cups.
Tea party, how can it be called a tea party without tea.
But the literature workshop lacked everything, not even a teapot. Someone simply suggested putting tea leaves in a thermos.
Fang Yan persuaded her. The tea was originally low-grade and was brewed in a thermos. Instead of drinking this tea, it would be better to drink more hot water.
So I thought of a compromise, put tea leaves in the enamel cup, first poured one-third of the hot water to brew the tea leaves.
Wait until the leaders and teachers arrive, then heat the water inside.
Fangyan tried it twice and the taste was just right and the water temperature was just right.
The plan was immediately adopted by Li Qingquan, and he and Tiening were specially named to serve tea and water. Then Chen Huangmei, Sha Ting, Feng Mu and other leaders of the Writers' Association, as well as big figures in the literary world, took their seats directly.
The two of them came together, male and female, one holding the washbasin, and the other placing the enamel cups in front of the old comrades.
"This little comrade is Tiening."
Li Qingquan took advantage of the break in serving tea to introduce to Chen Huangmei, Ding Ling, Wan Jiabao and others present, "a female writer from northern Hebei, very A good seedling will have a bright future.”
You are a good judge of people!
Fang Yan was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard the voice of a kind old lady: "I know this, Mr. Cao, he is Fang Yan."
"Hello, Mr. Cao, hello Mr. Ding Ling. .”
Fang Yan bent down, and the silver-haired old lady in front of him was Ding Ling, the founder and first director of the training center.
The man next to me, wearing glasses, a suit and tie, and meticulous, is Wan Jiabao (Cao Yu) who wrote masterpieces such as "Thunderstorm".
“Oh, Xiaofang, you are so young.”
Wan Jiabao looked up and down.
“When Mr. Bagong saw Xiao Fang for the first time, he also expressed the same emotion as Mr. Cao.” Li Qingquan stared at him with relief.
Balao? !
Tie Ning's heart was filled with waves, and he glanced at Fang Yan from the corner of his eye.
After serving tea for a while, my heart was already in a state of turmoil.
These seniors in the literary world have an unusual attitude towards dialects, with a certain amount of appreciation and care in their eyes.
If I hadn’t known his background, I would have thought he was a second-generation Wen!
"It's time for us to withdraw."
Fang Yan reminded him, and Tie Ning woke up as if from a dream.
The two returned to their seats. When the venue quieted down, the tea party officially began. Xu Gang stood up to preside over it.
The first item is to mourn Comrade Li Ji.
It was he who won the resumption of the literature training school. He also appointed Xu Gang, Gu Jianzhi and others to form a preparatory group. The instructions he gave were "prepare while running classes, first run a Novel Writing Short Course".
On such a happy day today, he should be present.
Unfortunately, as luck would have it, Li Ji mistakenly drank his son’s medicinal wine for external use to treat arthritis and died of a heart attack. He did not have time to see the restored training center and the 34 students it had enrolled.
The silence ended and everyone sat down.
Immediately afterwards, it was Chen Huangmei’s turn to say a few words.
“On behalf of the Writers Association, I would like to express my warm congratulations to the opening ceremony of the Literature Institute after 22 years.”
"It is not easy for the Institute of Literature to resume operations, and it is even more difficult for the comrades in the institute. I sincerely hope that it can get better and better!"
"I just saw a banner, 'It is our duty to rebuild the glory of literature. ', which student wrote this? "
After the words fell, everyone turned their attention to Fang Yan.
"It's you."
The leaders and teachers sitting in the front row raised a slight smile.
"Comrade Xiaofang's writing is good, but it is better to add a few more to revive the literary world and jointly support the literary and artistic cause. These are the missions of writers of your generation. Don't let down Comrade Li Ji, colleagues, and all Comrade Li’s good intentions.”
Succinct and concise, these four sentences won applause from everyone.
Feng Mu and others also continued his speaking style without any sloppiness, leaving both time and stage to Li Qingquan. "From the moment the Literature Course was founded, the goal of running the school has always remained unchanged. It was put forward by Mr. Ding Ling, 'Students should systematically study and research, improve a certain political and professional level, grasp the literary and artistic direction of the times, and create. During this period, try your best to write a novel that can be published "
"So, we have the same requirements for the 34 students here. I hope you will write at least one Chinese novel during your stay at the workshop. Short stories, published in literary journals"
"If you have the ability, try to write a novel!"
This is a coincidence, isn't it!
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, "The Conspiracy" hasn't been submitted yet.
Does this count as achieving the semester goal ahead of schedule?
The tea party is very short. At present, it is just a meeting between teachers and students.
"Yanzi, come here."
Wang Meng waved and called Fang Yan over.
Mo Shen, Gu Hua and others cast envious glances and saw him walking in front of Wan Jiabao, Ding Ling, Feng Mu and other seniors.
"I heard Mr. Li say that these banners and couplets were your idea?" Feng Mu looked at him with admiration.
"Yeah." Fang Yan nodded.
"Good! It's very well written!"
Feng Mu and Ding Ling were full of praise.
"That's all thanks to everyone. Although the idea came from me, the content is everyone's thought and is the collective wisdom!"
Fang Yan shook his head modestly.
Wan Jiabao nodded with satisfaction: "Strange to say, the first person who wanted to see you was Ai Gong. Unexpectedly, by some mistake, we took the opportunity and met you first. ”
"Actually, if we really want to talk about precedence, Bagong is older than you and Mr. Ding, so he should be the first." Li Qingquan said with a smile.
“Is that so?”
Wan Jiabao looked left and right.
Ding Ling affirmed: "Laoba met at the National Short Story Award held not long ago at the award ceremony, and he specially asked Xiaofang to write a manuscript for "Harvest"."
Then he looked at Fang Yan: "How is your writing going?"
"The first draft has been written and is being revised and polished."
Fang Yan answered truthfully.
Wang Meng revealed: "He is very creative. He got inspiration from anti-special movies and wanted to write a spy war theme."
"Spy war?"
Wan Jiabao, Ding Ling and others heard this word for the first time. After listening to the explanation in dialect, they immediately understood. After all, the cultural front and the hidden front had cooperated a lot back then, and everyone had the same attitude:
"Write!"
"Not only must write, but also write well!"
"Teachers, please rest assured, I will definitely write well!"
Dialect promised.
Li Qingquan seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "Xiao Fang, you wrote this work before you entered school, so it can't be counted. During this time, you try to write two more novels."
2 articles? You are the leader, don’t accept it!
Fang Yan smiled helplessly.
With the care of Li Qingquan and Wang Meng, as well as the worldly sophistication he had experienced in his previous life, Fang Xiaojiang was able to mix well among the big guys in the literary world, almost equivalent to the existence of a "group pet".
After chatting for a while, the leaders and lecturers left, followed by the teachers in the institute, and the 34 students stayed in the venue.
“Yanzi, you hide it deep enough!”
Mo stretched out his voice and the sound echoed in the room.
“What?”
Fang Yan peeled the peanut and threw it into his mouth.
“You actually know Mr. Li, Mr. Ding, and Teacher Wang?” Mo Shen and the other three people in the dormitory stared at him.
"Mr. Li and Mr. Wang are the two chief editors of "Yanjing Literature and Art", and they are both my old leaders. As for Mr. Ding..."
Fang Yan explained briefly.
“What about Bagong?”
Tie Ning suddenly stepped in.
Mo Shen said: "Yes, I vaguely heard just now that your new work will be published in "Harvest"!"
As soon as "Harvest" was published, other students' All eyes immediately focused on Fangyan, which is currently a top-level pure literary journal in China and is known as the "Holy Land for Famous Contemporary Literary Writers."
What a dialect!
We haven’t even started yet, and you’ve already sneaked away!
(End of this chapter)