Chapter 44 Teacher One and a Half
At noon, the canteen is filled with a strong aroma of vegetables.
There was a long queue in front of the window. Fang Yan took advantage of the queue time to continue reading the first draft of Gu Hua's "Furong Town". At this moment, there was a burst of discussion in his ears.
"Have you heard about Yanzi?"
Gu Hua turned his head.
"What did you hear?"
Fang Yan raised his head and looked.
“I heard that the institute will assign mentors to our students.”
A glint flashed in Gu Hua’s eyes.
“I heard about it.”
Fang Yan probably knew about being assigned a mentor earlier than everyone present, and he might be the most special one.
Li Qingquan and Xu Gang want to take away their copies of "The Conspiracy", but so far, there is no news at all.
I don’t know who I gave it to, and I don’t know who will be my teacher. In short, they don’t tell me, and I don’t ask myself. Just wait!
In the next few days, students were called to the office one after another, and Li Qingquan, Xu Gang and others took turns talking to them.
For example, the direction of novel creation and the genres that you are good at.
After asking all 34 students, everyone knew that the rumors were true and they were indeed looking for a mentor for them.
After much anticipation, finally on April 29, Xu Gang announced to everyone before dinner:
“Students, I want to share some good news with you today. .”
“After a meeting in our institute, According to the research decision, in order to improve your writing level in a more targeted manner, in the second half of the semester, each student in the creative class will be assigned an industry mentor according to the creative direction and receive specialized guidance..."
As soon as these words came out, the whole cafeteria exploded.
The students who were prepared in their hearts had bright and excited smiles on their faces the moment they heard the news.
Looking at the restless crowd, Xu Gang patted the table:
“Everyone, be quiet first and listen to me first.”
With a snap, the cafeteria suddenly became quiet. You can hear a pin drop.
“This time, there are groups of three to five people, and groups of one and two. The basis for the assignment of instructors is entirely based on your subject type, creative direction and other factors.”
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"Now, let me announce the grouping status."
"Wang Anyi, Qu Xiaowei, Guo Yudao, Teacher Jin Jin."
"Mo Shen, Gu Hua...Teacher Wang Meng."< br>
“…………”
As each student’s name was called out, the student whose name was called did not feel jealous because of the difference in instructor.
The instructors assigned to them by the institute are indeed reasonable.
For example, Wang Anyi and Qu Xiaowei’s creative direction is children’s literature, and they were assigned to Jin Jin, who is good at children’s literature.
Mo Shen and Gu Hua, for example, clearly wanted to write reflective literature, so they were assigned to Wang Meng, the editor-in-chief of Yanjing Literature and Art.
After all, "Yanjing Literature and Art" is the main front for reflective literature.
"Jiang Zilong, Mr. Qin Zhaoyang."
"Fang Yan, Mr. Shen Yanbing (Mao, Dun)."
Xu Gang looked at Jiang Zilong and then at Fang Yan.
“Wow!”
For a moment, the whole room was in an uproar.
A series of envious eyes immediately turned to Jiang Zilong and Fang Yan, especially Fang Yan. How could people not be envious of this!
Fang Yan's eyes widened in shock and his fingers clasped tightly.
I thought that Li Qingquan and the others would find a literary master to guide them in writing novels, but they did not expect to invite Zun Taishan Beidou.
Even if you don’t know Shen Yanbing, you should know the Mao Dun Literary Award, which is by far the highest award in the Chinese literary world.
In the entire mainstream literature, he is also a master of contemporary literature.
Not to mention his series of identities, the former Minister of Culture, the first senior official of the Writers Association, the first editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" and "Literary News"...
This is equivalent to Monkey Sun joining the disciples of Patriarch Bodhi.
"Huh, huh, huh..."
Take a few deep breaths and slowly calm down.
I vaguely guessed that it was because I agreed to write a novel that the leaders of the institute went to great lengths to find this patriarch as a teacher for me.
Sure enough, people who don’t want to make progress can’t make progress!
Patriarch Bodhi, I want to make progress so much!
At this moment, young general Fang became the focus of everyone's eyes.
"Yanzi, why are you not excited at all?"
Mo stretched out his elbow and touched him lightly.
“I’m so excited, why aren’t I excited? I was so excited that my soul went out of my body. I almost didn’t send me to the underworld to meet the King of Hell.”
Fang Yan had a calm expression on his face and even joked.
“Hahaha!”
Tie Ning, Wang Anyi, Mo Shen, Gu Hua and other classmates and friends burst out laughing. They were envious, but they were also sincerely happy for him.
The corners of Fang Yan’s mouth rose crazily. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jiang Zilong looked a little lonely, and his eyes seemed to show a trace of regret.
"Yanzi, your face has been glowing recently, and you have been blessed with many happy events. The novel is about to be published in "Harvest", and now you can get personal guidance from Mr. Mao. Shouldn't you celebrate?"
Mo Shen winked at the others.
"Yes, a treat, a treat must be made!"
Gu Hua, Jiang Zilong and others immediately started shouting.
Fang Yan readily agreed. Not to mention the royalties for the novel "Dark War", the drama adaptation alone cost one or two hundred yuan.
But money alone is of no use, you also need tickets.
Just as he was thinking about where to take them for a meal, Tie Ning said with a smile: "Don't think about sending us away with just one meal. Let's do this. May Day is coming soon. Can you do your best as a landlord and be a guide?" Show us the scenery of Yanjing? ""Okay! "
…………
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the small buildings on Fuxingmenwai Street. .
“Sister Xiaolin, welcome!”
Wan Fang opened the door and invited Li Xiaolin into the room.
The two of them greeted each other while walking in the corridor.
"I came to Yanjing on business this time to find someone to revise the manuscript."
Li Xiaolin said with a smile.
“Who is it?” Wan Fang asked.
Li Xiaolin said: "Dialect, do you know him?"
"Is he the author who wrote "The Wrangler"?"
Wan Fang looked at her and nodded: "I know you, what did he write this time?" "Can you lend me the manuscript he wrote?"
"Don't worry, I'll meet Uncle Wan first."
Li Xiaolin walked into the study room on the first floor.
Wan Jiabao put down the book in his hand, asked her to sit next to him in a kind tone, and talked about Li Yaotang's physical condition.
"Uncle Wan, I am acting as a messenger for my father this time. This is his letter to you." Li Xiaolin handed the letter over.
Wan Jiabao asked Wan Fang to accompany her and read the letter by herself.
The expression on his face became more and more solemn, especially when he saw the end.
“I remember that Turgenev was dying and wrote to Tolstoy on his sickbed, begging him not to abandon literary creation and hoping that he would continue writing novels. I am not Turgenev, you It's not Tolstoy. I'm not lying in a hospital bed.
But I want to advise you to write more and write more what you have wanted to write for many years. You are more talented than me, you are a good artist, but I am not, you have to attend fewer meetings...
Leave something more for future generations, hand over all the treasures in your heart, and contribute to us China’s cultural undertakings..."
(ps: from "Random Thoughts")
"Alas! "
After reading it, Wan Jiabao seemed to have lost his soul. He stared at the letter for a long time without making a sound, and finally sighed feebly.
Just when he was extremely depressed, an exclamation came from his ears.
“This is the first time I have seen this opening.”
“Right? This uses the time and space narrative technique of magical realism, combining the past, present and future. "
"……"
"Sister Xiaolin, this "Dark War" is really well written."
"Isn't that right? If you look down, it will be more exciting."
Seeing Wan Fang and Li Xiaolin chattering, Wan Jiabao noticed the manuscript paper in their hands: "What are you two looking at?"< br>
“Dad, you have The 'Fang Yan' mentioned at home last time, we are reading his new work. "Wan Fang said, "This is the manuscript that Uncle Li asked Fang Yan on behalf of Harvest."
"Oh, Xiao Fang. ?”
Wan Jiabao became interested.
"Uncle Wan, my father also wants you to take a look."
Li Xiaolin truthfully conveyed what Li Yaotang said.
Wan Jiabao took a look at it and saw keenly that "Dark War" had the potential to be adapted into a drama, and also guessed Li Yaotang's intention.
"Your father is trying to provoke me with this."
"Uncle Wan..."
Li Xiaolin opened her mouth.
Wan Jiabao stretched out his hand to stop him, "Your father also means well. In fact, I am also anxious. I want to write a work as good as "Thunderstorm" and "Sunrise". No, I have been thinking about it. .”
Then he patted the paper manuscript: "This "Dark War" is very good. It is suitable to be turned into a drama. If it is handed over to Renyi..."
"Uncle Wan!"
Li Xiaolin hurriedly interrupted, saying that she had already acquired the dialect. Agree and hand over "Dark War" to the Shanghai Theater Theatre.
"Okay, okay, I just won't rob you."
Wan Jiabao said with a smile: "But why didn't you ask Xiao Fang to write the script of "Dark War"?"
"He said he didn't know anything about dialogue... "
Li Xiaolin vaguely heard his implication: "You mean he may also have talent in drama creation?"
"This manuscript clearly uses the montage technique of the movie."
Wan Jiabao praised without hesitation, "From "Dark War", I can see a vitality of creativity. I really didn't expect that this little Fang is not only a great talent in literature, but also in dramas. He is also a rare talent."
"If you were asked to accept him as a disciple, would you accept him?"
Li Xiaolin said half-jokingly, there are many training centers all over the world. Find a teacher for your dialect.
"Accept him?"
Wan Jiabao fell silent.
After staying at Wanjia for a while, Li Xiaolin returned to the guest house.
I reported it to Li Yaotang in detail. As expected, Li Yaotang did not agree to be a dialect teacher, but he was not opposed to guiding writing. As for the tutor, he could only hire another Gao Ming.
Li Xiaolin called the training center with regret.
Unexpectedly, I got this news——
Shen Yanbing is going to be the dialect tutor!
"Oh my god!"
Li Xiaolin opened her eyes in disbelief.
Dialect is a teacher and a half, and throughout the entire literary world, he is unique! This young man! Literary fortune is prosperous!
(End of this chapter)