Chapter 40 The world is so big

Chapter 40 The world is so big

There is only one bathroom in the entire training center.

Every Saturday, the boiler is turned on to provide hot water. The girls wash first, then the boys. Before going home, Fang Yan takes a quick bath.

"It's loneliness that slowly takes over my heart..."

"Who secretly stole my heart? I can't tell the difference between night and dawn." Fang Yan was wearing shorts and a vest, humming a song Come out.

"You were singing in the bathroom just now, right?"

The five-person room where Wang Anyi lives is closest to the bathroom, with the back window facing it. Even if the window is closed, the sounds in the bathroom can be heard clearly.

“You can hear me if I speak so quietly?”

Fang Yan said in surprise.

“Of course.”

Tiening put down the pen in his hand, "Do you gays all like to sing in the bathroom? Even someone like Jia Dashan, who usually doesn't talk much, opened his voice and sang."

Wang Anyi nodded. Next, "He sang as if he was from their place It’s an opera, Yanzi, what is it singing about?”

“I learned it from Xintianyou in northern Shaanxi.”

The dialect is unchanged, and pop music is taboo nowadays. Songs such as those by Teresa Teng are all melodramatic.

“Are you going home later?”

Tie Ning had a look of hesitation on his face.

Fang Yan nodded, "Yeah."

Tie Ning made up his mind: "Can you spare some time? I have encountered problems in creation and I want to ask your teacher for advice?"

Fang Yan smacked his lips. Since Mo Shen and Gu Hua took the lead in calling him 'Teacher Xiao Fang', it quickly spread among other students.

I yell too much and I am too lazy to correct myself.

But being called "teacher" actually makes me feel quite happy.

“I can’t control the direction of my creation now.”

Tie Ning pursed his lips.

“Have you ever thought about the identity of your protagonist?”

Fang Yan walked to the window and placed the washbasin on the ground.

Tiening replied: "I want to write about a rural woman or little girl who yearns for the city or the county."

Fang Yan asked: "How did you come up with the idea of ​​writing such a character?"

"I found out Whether it is scar literature or reflective literature, they all write about educated youth, but very few write about rural areas and farmers. "

Tie Ning said bluntly: "I joined the army and went to the countryside. The life in the village where I stayed was really poor, closed and difficult."

"You think of me. We went together. At that time, I went to "Yanjing Literature and Art" to revise the draft, and said similar things to Mr. Li and others. "

Fang Yan said: "I support you writing in this direction!"

"But I don't know where to start?"

Tie Ning said that what he remembers most deeply is the school and classroom in the brigade. There is no glass or window paper. A group of children are doing recess exercises in the yellow clay yard, and a few pigs are walking through the procession.

"Then write about these children."

Watching the two chatting about ideas and experiences, Wang Anyi couldn't interrupt, his eyes were full of envy, and he heard the dialect describe:

"The hope of leaving the countryside lies with the younger generation. Perhaps a ballpoint pen, a pencil case, or even seeing a train can ignite their desire for the outside world..."

"Train? Train? Train , yes, train!”

Tiening’s eyes lit up instantly.

"How do you say, 'The world is so big, I want to see it'? Try writing it in this direction."

Dialect picked up the washbasin again .

"Thank you, Teacher Xiao Fang. I'll bring this to you to eat on the way."

Tie Ning smiled and grabbed a handful of peanuts from the table.

"Then I'm welcome."

Fang Yan reached out and took it as a consulting fee, "The novel is written. If you are willing to submit it to "Yenjing Literature and Art", remember to find me. ”

…………

When we returned to the alley, the night was dark.

Not far from the door of his home, Fang Yan saw Fang Hong pushing a cart and going home with Su Ya. As expected, there was a figure next to him.

It’s not Lu Dacheng, but Han Yuemin!

"What are you..."

Fang Yan ran up and greeted the three of them.

"It's not peaceful recently. Xiaoya and I were returning home from the night shift. He happened to be on the way, so we hooked up."

Fang Hong looked at Han Yuemin: "We're here, thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, it's just a little effort."

Han Yuemin rode on the red flag bicycle, "Then I'll leave first."

"Slow down, Brother Han!"

Looking at his retreating back, Fang Yan waved his hand.

"Stop waving, everyone has gone away."

Fang Hong seemed a little embarrassed and said: "Go home!"

"Hey."

Fang Yan shrank his head. No way, my sister’s suppression of her brother’s bloodline is too strong!

"These are the letters and remittance orders sent to you."

After the siblings returned to the house, Fang Hong took out three letters from the cabinet, "My mother and I didn't move at all. You can open it and read it yourself."

Fang Yan glanced at the envelope. There were remittance slips from Shanghai Film Studio, Xi Film Studio, and a letter from Xie Jin.

Without hesitation, I tore open Xie Jin’s letter and saw that the script of "Wrangler" had passed the review of the Film Bureau. I regret that I could not take the opportunity to revise the script and invite him to Shanghai as a guest. , as for the actors that I care about most, they are currently auditioning.

After reading it, my attention immediately shifted to the remittance form.

"Loess High Slope", 300 yuan.

"Wrangler" costs a total of 800 yuan, a huge sum of money!

"Yanzi, how come there are so many? It's almost up to my two and a half years' salary!" Fang Hong stared at his remittance slip.

“Yes, Yanzi.”

Yang Xia had the same idea.

"Mom, sister, you are too impatient."

Fang Yan waved his hand, "Where are you now? To be honest with you, I have another novel next. If If you can publish it smoothly, you can probably get a few dozen pieces of unity, isn’t that a few hundred yuan?”

Fang Hong’s voice trembled, and her hands were fierce. The ground trembled.

Yang Xia's eyes widened and her mouth opened wide, "How can you make so much money from literary and artistic creation? Good guy, you can easily make hundreds or even thousands of them."

"Why else would so many people want to be writers even if they are struggling to do so? ." In later generations, the word "fangyan" would have to be changed to "star".

Yang Xia urged: "Then write more articles quickly and earn more money. Mom will save it for you and marry a wife in the future."

"Mom, how old Yanzi is! ”

Fang Hong chuckled.

Fang Yan coughed, "Yes, there is something more important than me marrying a wife. Sister, do you still want to go to college?"

Fang Hong was stunned, "Go to college?"

Fang Yan said seriously: "I know your dream is to take the exam In the past, there was no way to go to college. You needed to earn a living to support your family, but it’s different now. I can share this burden for you.”

“I...I...I’d better forget it.”< br>
Fang Hong’s eyes lit up, but soon dimmed.

"Are you worried about us?"

Yang Xia comforted: "Don't worry, Yanzi can also make money for the family when he goes to work, not to mention there are so many royalties. Our family now has this condition, as long as you If you want, mom supports you.”

“I haven’t read a textbook in years.”

Fang Hong shook his head and laughed.

"Sister, it's okay. Look, Jianjun has failed the exam for three consecutive years. Isn't that guy still taking the exam? How perseverant he is." Fang Yan advised, "Take your time, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Pressure.”

"You forgot, I'm going to be 24 years old soon."

Fang Hong rolled her eyes angrily.

Fang Yan slapped his forehead and almost forgot about it.

Before 1980, the college entrance examination had just been resumed and the age was relaxed to 30 years old. However, after that, the age requirement was tightened again.

Only unmarried people under the age of 25 can take the college entrance examination. This policy was implemented until the millennium and was not abolished.

"Age is not secondary. The key is that I have been in the factory for so many years and I am used to it."

There was a hint of sadness in Fang Hong's smile.

Fang Yan said: "Sister, the noodle factory is just a small world. The outside world is so big. When you go to college..."

"Forget it, I have a great writer like you now. "Brother, it's very honorable and satisfying. If you don't take the college entrance examination, forget it."

Fang Hong waved her hand and signaled not to persuade her any more.

Yang Xia frowned and let out a long sigh.

"Sister, you don't want to take the college entrance examination, what about Ye Da?"

Fang Yan asked abruptly.

"Ye Da?"

Fang Hong was startled.

"It's all in the newspapers."

During the days when Dialect was in the training center, I also read newspapers every day. Not long ago, the education department required all localities to vigorously develop correspondence education and evening universities in colleges and universities, that is, night schools. .

For example, the first district-run amateur university in Yanjing, "Hongqi Night University", has resumed enrollment, and there will only be more and more night universities in the future.

“This can be considered.”

Hope rekindled on Fang Hong’s face.

"Sister, I will reimburse you for tuition, tuition and miscellaneous fees!"

Fang Yan patted his chest.

"Just stay here, I don't need you to pay for me. Once I earn the royalties, I want to go to heaven!"

Fang Hong's eyes were slightly red, and she clenched her fists excitedly. he.

“Hey.”

Fang Yan grinned, and the next step was to tell Han Yuemin about his sister's night school and let's make progress together.

(End of this chapter)