Chapter 39 Balao Ping's "The Conspiracy"
The course schedule of the course is fully arranged. There are classes in the morning and afternoon six days a week, including classical, Western, modern, contemporary, basic, theoretical, and practical classes. .
Li Qingquan, Xu Gang and others reminded me time and time again not to miss the lectures and not to just focus on writing, the days are still long!
Although this is true, the anxiety and pressure caused by dialect have caused other students to join in the involution one after another.
At night, people working hard can be seen everywhere in the cafeteria, dormitories, libraries, and conference rooms.
In order to avoid overly enthusiastic classmates, Fang Yan followed Tie Ning, Wang Anyi and others to hide in their secret stronghold. A remote and small bungalow could only accommodate seven or eight people.
In the middle is a long table, surrounded by a circle of chairs. Fang Yan sat next to Tiening and Jiang Zilong.
Everyone writes in different places without disturbing each other.
Unless he encounters a character that he cannot write, Wang Anyi looks at the dialect opposite: "How to write the word 'Rabbit' for 'Rabbit'?"
"An Yi also needs to use it. Such a rude word?”
Mo Shen, who was separated by two people, couldn't help but interrupt.
"I..."
Wang Anyi opened his mouth, blushing and not knowing how to speak, when Fang Yan wrote "Zai" for himself on the paper and said: "Cultural person" How can we call it rude? This is called 'using the simplest words to express the most accurate emotions'"
"It's really high!"
Mo Shen, Jiang Zilong. The others looked at each other and smiled.
Tie Ning, however, was thoughtful, staring at Fang Yan sideways, and suddenly noticed a pile of manuscripts stacked in front of him, and couldn't help but curiously asked:
"What are you writing again?"
" A companion piece to "The Conspiracy"
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Mo Shen said helplessly: "No, Yanzi, you worked too hard to finish a novella, and you are writing it again so soon?"
"I can't help it. I owe someone else a manuscript, and now the creditor is starting to collect the debt." Fang Yan waved his hand with a wry smile.
In order to ensure that the novel did not violate taboos, I not only showed it to Li Qingquan, Xu Gang and other leaders of the institute, but also made a special trip back to Yanjing Literature and Art to review it with everyone in the editorial department. No mistakes were found, so I felt relieved.
But it was inevitable to run into Wang Jie, a big creditor.
For the novel I owe her, I plan to extract the "Listening to the Wind" chapter from "The Conspiracy" to pay off the debt, and call it "Listening to the Wind".
However, the content is adapted from the movie version starring Tony Leung Chiu-wai and Zhou Xun, not the TV series version by Wang Baoqiang. It is mainly the ending of the TV series version, which is simply outrageous.
Outrageous!
In comparison, the movie version is more reliable.
It is about that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Unit 701, who was in charge of the intelligence agency, unexpectedly discovered that all the lurking enemy stations had disappeared.
Faced with the enemy's radio silence operation, A Bing, a blind man with excellent hearing, was recruited into the 701 unit. He showed off his magical powers and cracked all enemy towers. It is a rare and exciting story in the anti-special theme.
The only tricky thing about dialect is the need to use Morse code. For this, you must find a textbook or a comparison table and write it as a reference.
"Write it and show it to us."
Mo Shen and others are very interested in spy novels.
“No problem.” Fang Yan nodded.
Jiang Zilong asked: "Yanzi, your article "Conspiracy" has been sent to the editorial department of "Harvest"?"
"It is on the way. It should be delivered in a few days."
Fang Yan turned his head and looked out the window at the night sky.
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Six days later, Shanghai Stock Exchange.
A ray of sunshine in the afternoon shone into the window of the small western-style building. Li Yaotang was sitting at the table, thinking hard and writing "Random Thoughts".
Suddenly, a burst of footsteps broke the silence in the room.
"Dad, the manuscripts of the young writers you are optimistic about have been sent to the editorial department one after another."
Li Xiaolin came over with a bag.
"Have you and your Uncle Xiao seen it?"
Li Yaotang is talking about Xiao Dai, the current editor-in-chief of "Harvest".
"I have read them all. Uncle Xiao and the others selected a few that they were satisfied with, and asked me to let you read them, especially this one."
Li Xiaolin took out a thick stack of manuscripts from her bag.
Li Yaotang glanced at the novel at the front and was immediately amazed by this unique beginning, so he read it carefully.
Li Xiaolin did not disturb him and waited quietly.
Li Yaotang read for a long time and turned back to the first page. When he saw the signature of "Dialect", his eyes narrowed into a line with a smile:
"What do you think of this article "The Conspiracy" How’s the writing?”
"Good! Very good!"
Li Xiaolin said seriously: "Uncle Xiao and I both believe that the quality of "The Conspiracy" can be said to be the highest among the works sent, even one higher. Level."
"How can you see it?" Li Yaotang asked.
“This beginning is the real chapter.”
“Yes, the first sentence of this opening chapter cuts through three points in time, recalling the past from the perspective of the future. This is a This unprecedented narrative method makes people seem to see the unforgettable past, the uncertain present, and a distant future.”
"Your opinion is the same as Uncle Xiao's. After reading it, Uncle Xiao said 'unique' three times in a row." Li Xiaolin also lamented the originality of this beginning.
The opening chapter tells about the passing of Qian Zhijiang and his son. Readers can stand in God's perspective and understand Qian Zhijiang and his son An Zaitian working on the hidden front with the author. After all these years, what identity will he have as a father?
What made him so anxious that he didn’t even recognize the child?
Why did An Zaitian say this was the last meeting between father and son?
Just one sentence contains countless suspense. If it hadn't started with this sentence, it would have become "A long time ago, when Qian Zhijiang passed by Fourth Avenue, he passed by his son An Zaitian..."
That's it. The beginning of a cliché story.
“If you can think of this, it means you have made progress again.”
Li Yaotang said with a smile: “His beginning is similar to that of magical realism novels.”
“Magical realism?”
Li Xiaolin was stunned, hearing this word for the first time.
After all, "One Hundred Years of Solitude" has not yet spread in China, and magical realism is not the mainstream in the literary world.
"There is a copy of "Pedro Páramo" published in 1955 on the bookshelf. You can take it and have a look."
Li Yaotang pointed to the bookshelf behind him. In this book It is the pioneering work of magical realism by using techniques such as reversal of time sequence, multi-angle narration, and interweaving of illusion and real space.
“I’ll read it later.”
Li Xiaolin asked: "What do you think of "The Conspiracy"?"
"It's also these four words, 'original'!"
Li Yaotang praised it repeatedly, not only for its originality in the beginning, but also in The subject matter, the struggle between good and evil with underground workers as the protagonists, is a unique existence in today's literary world.
“Fang Yan also mentioned this theme in the attachment attached to the letter, it’s called ‘Spy War’.” Li Xiaolin handed the attachment to him.
“No wonder Brother Qingquan and Wang Meng attach so much importance to this small recipe. It is indeed worthy of cultivation, and it is a key cultivation.”
After looking at it, Li Yaotang showed a satisfied smile.
"Dad, Uncle Xiao means the same thing. He plans to put "Conspiracy" on the front page of the next issue of "Harvest" and ask "Wen Wei Po" and other newspapers to cooperate in promoting it."
< br>Li Xiaolin told the truth.
“That’s it, but it’s best to change the name.”
“Name?”
"Since we are not teaching people about assassination, nor are we talking about conspiracy and intrigues such as assassination, it would be easy to confuse the title "Conspiracy". An article written for underground workers should have a proper title."
"What do you think it should be changed to?"
"It's better to call it "Dark War"."
Li Yaotang said: "In a desperate struggle between light and darkness, humanity and anti-humanity, with the reactionary forces, those who fight on the battlefield are heroes, and those who fight anonymously in the darkness are not the same."
" Return to the editorial office in the afternoon and I will convey your message.”
Li Xiaolin nodded.
“It would be wonderful to make this novel into a movie.”
Li Yaotang turned around and asked: “Linlin, what do you think?”
“It’s more than just a movie, It’s also very suitable to be turned into a drama!”
Li Xiaolin suddenly became emotional.
Li Yaotang took a photo of the manuscript and said: "I almost forgot, you graduated from the Department of Theater and Literature, and you almost became a disciple of Brother Wan."
"It's not you who stopped me."
"Don't talk about this, don't talk about this, talk about this Novel."
"Dad, "Dark War" can be adapted into a drama, it will definitely be a hit. "
Li Xiaolin plans to recommend it to the Shanghai Theater Theater to adapt it into a drama, and theater theaters across the country are hungry. , all lack a good script.
"Linlin, can you lend me this?"
Li Yaotang said in a kind tone.
"Dad, what are you going to do with it?"
Li Xiaolin asked doubtfully.
“I’m going to give this to your Uncle Wan to take a look at.”
"To Uncle Wan?"
"Yes, since "Thunderstorm" and "Sunrise", from 1978 to now, he has only released "Wang Zhaojun". He was misled by the situation and was not interested in the drama. Here, he needs something to stimulate him."
Li Yaotang's words were rarely harsh.
Li Xiaolin was excited.
With Wan Jiabao's status today, few people in the literary world dare to say this, but his father has this qualification. When he was the editor of "Literary Quarterly", he accidentally saw that no one "Thunderstorm", which I asked about, gave me a boost.
"I'll send him a letter."
Li Yaotang said: "Linlin, when you go to Yanjing to find Xiaofang to revise the manuscript, you can visit Brother Wan for me and give him the letter."
"I understand, Dad."
Li Xiaolin nodded: "I will leave for Yanjing in a few days."
(End of this chapter)