Chapter 46 Tiesheng, Tiesheng
Afternoon, Ditan Park.
“In the Ming Dynasty, Jiajing listened to the advice of ministers and decided to worship heaven and earth separately, so he built the Fangze Altar here, also known as the Altar of Earth. Later, the Temple of Heaven and the Altar of Earth were where the emperors of the Ming and Qing dynasties worshiped heaven and earth. A dojo that prays for peace and prosperity of the country..."
Fang Yan can be regarded as a qualified tour guide. He introduced it eloquently, and Tie Ning, Wang Anyi and others listened with interest.
Everyone wandered in the quiet and desolate Ditan Park.
After walking for a while, they stopped to rest. Tie Ning and Wang Anyi took out the prepared peanuts and biscuits from their bags and distributed them to everyone.
Fang Yan peeled off the peanuts and suddenly noticed a man sitting in a wheelchair under an old locust tree, quietly in a daze.
“Do you know that person?”
Tie Ning followed his gaze.
“That’s right, I’ll go over and have a look.”
Fang Yan got their agreement and came forward to say hello: "Hello, do you still remember me?"
"You..."
Shi Tiesheng looked up and down for a while, "Oh, It’s you!”
Fang Yan said with a smile: "It's me, long time no see."
"It's been a long time, probably more than half a year. I thought you would never appear in the Temple of Earth again."
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The reason why Shi Tiesheng still remembers the dialect is because he has stayed in the Temple of Earth for so long, but not many people are willing to talk to him.
“I haven’t had time recently, I’m busy with school.”
“Are you a college student?”
“No, I’m taking classes at a literature school.”
>"Literary training center! I've heard of it, I've heard of it!" Shi Tiesheng's eyes lit up, "So, you are a writer?"
"Get to know me, my name is Fang Yan, which means Fang of direction, and Yan of language." Fang Yan took the initiative to reach out his hand.
"Are you the dialect who wrote "The Wrangler"?"
Shi Tiesheng looked at him and nodded, excitedly holding his hand and shaking it a few times, "My name is Shi Tiesheng, the stone of stone. , Iron of Steel, Life of Life, two of your novels , I like it very much!"
"Your name is very suitable for me."
Fang Yan said: "My previous name was 'Fang Yan', the 'Yan' of the rock. They all have a stone in their name, and they all belong to earth.”
Shi Tiesheng smiled bitterly, "It's still different. My stone is smelly and hard, and no one cares about it."
"I don't think your name is really good. You live like a solid stone and steel." , reminds me of Paul Korchagin."
Fang Yan noticed that he was always depressed. Even if he laughed, it would be uglier than crying. Tie Sheng, Tie Sheng, you have to stand up!
Shi Tiesheng was stunned. It was the first time he heard someone interpret his name in this way, and linked it to "How Steel Was Tempered".
In my heart, a little warmth surged inexplicably.
The two started to talk about literature and gradually became familiar with each other.
“I, can I ask you a question?”
Shi Tiesheng asked what was his original motivation for writing.
Fang Yan pondered for a long time, "To tell you the truth, I started writing to go back to the city, to be reunited with my mother, sister and little sister. Now that I have returned to the city, it is to earn money for my family. To make money and gain face, it can be said that writing has changed my destiny."
Then he smiled and said: "Doesn't it feel very vulgar and has nothing to do with the great and pure motives you have in mind?"< br>
"No, I have similar thoughts to you. I want to write for my mother and my family." Shi Tiesheng said firmly.
"Then have you written anything?"
Fang Yan was curious.
"I have recently been imagining a novel titled "The Corner Without the Sun."
When talking about this, Shi Tiesheng became more enthusiastic.
The story is roughly about three disabled young people who were thrown into a corner to wait for death. Suddenly they met a bright and healthy girl. They all liked this girl, but they did not dare to express her love because of their own imperfections. In the end, they could only silently wish her to find her. happiness.
“It’s a rare, very rare subject. Are you willing to submit your manuscript to Yanjing Literature and Art?”
Fang Yan touched his chin.
"Yanjing Literature and Art"?
Shi Tiesheng was surprised.
I am the editor of "Yanjing Literature and Art". I have shown my strength and am interested in you and your manuscripts.
"Can my novel be published in "Yanjing Literature and Art"?"
Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but wonder if the person in front of him had a dialect and whether he was a liar, but then he thought about it, what did he have? It was worth being deceived, but it still felt incredible, like a dream.
My novels have not been published before. "The Destiny of Love" and "Half Hour for Lunch" were both published in "Hope" magazine.
But "Hope" is only an internal publication of Northwestern University. Its grade and status are probably not comparable to those of local literary magazines.
Not to mention "Yanjing Literature and Art", a first-class journal that caused a sensation across the country last year and is now the main frontier for reflection on literature. "The Corner Without Sun" could be published in "Yanjing Literature and Art". Before, I really didn't dare to think about it!
"I dare not say 100%, but if your story is as well written as you told it, I think it is worth publishing."
Fang Yan looked serious. .
“Xiao, Teacher Xiaofang, can you really publish it?”
Shi Tiesheng asked again.
"I believe in my vision, but the key lies in you."
Fang Yan said: "Do you believe you have this ability?"
As their eyes collided, Shi Tiesheng feel from him A righteous light burst out in his eyes, warm but not dazzling, full of trust, respect, recognition and expectation. He couldn't help but said with emotion:
"I have it! Once it's written, I will submit it to "Yenjing Literature and Art" ! ”
"That's right!"
Fang Yan said with a smile: "But I'm not in the editorial department recently. You can send the manuscript to the Literary Institute. Of course, you can also send it directly to the editorial department. I will tell you about it with other Say hello to people.”
"Thank you, Teacher Xiaofang."
Shi Tiesheng opened his mouth and asked enviously: "Is it true that only by becoming a writer like you can I go to the workshop?"
"Of course No. ”
Fang Yan shook his head and said: "The lectures in the lecture hall are all big lectures. Even if you are not a student, you are allowed to sit in, so there will always be writers who come to attend the lectures. If you are willing, you can also come and attend the lectures."
" If I have the chance, I will definitely go!”
Shi Tiesheng’s eyes suddenly lit up.
"You are welcome at any time, Tiesheng, let us make progress together."
Fang Yan extended his hand again.
"Well, progress!"
Shi Tiesheng held on tightly, like a man who is about to fall off a cliff holding on to the rope that can pull him back to the shore, holding on even more excitedly.
"Then it's settled. I look forward to your writing of "The Corner Without the Sun." This will be regarded as an advance payment to you."
Fang Yan stuffed the remaining peanuts in his pocket Gave it to him.
"Thank you...thank you."
Shi Tiesheng held the peanuts in his hands, dumbfounded.
“Just kidding, take it and eat it.”
Fang Yan grinned, and heard Mo Shen, Jiang Zilong and others urging from behind. They would be late to catch the bus. .
“It’s time for me to go, see you next time.”
“Goodbye.”
Shi Tiesheng showed a bright smile under the sunshine.
The three disabled people in "The Corner Without the Sun" are all based on himself. Why is he not in the corner without the sun, looking forward to meeting such a girl who brings light.
Unexpectedly, he met Fang Yan, who was that girl!
No, that light!
The evening wind blows the branches with new leaves. Ditan Park usually feels desolate, but Shi Tiesheng feels that it is full of spring.
After a while, Shi Lan came to take him home as usual.
“Brother, let’s go.”
Shi Lan grabbed the push rod.
"Sister, this is for you."
Shi Tiesheng smiled and handed the peanut to her.
"Brother, what is this?"
Seeing his smiling face, Shi Lan was stunned. Then when he saw a handful of peanuts in his hand, he was even more confused, "Who gave you the peanuts?"
"A friend I just met."
Shi Tiesheng put his hand on the tire, "Don't push the cart today. I will do it myself. I already know what I should do."
< br>“Oh? Ah!”
Shi Lan froze on the spot. This was the first time she saw Shi Tiesheng take the initiative to push the cart back, and he pushed it so vigorously and so happily.
Why did you suddenly become excited?
Looking at the peanuts in her hand, she seemed to have the answer.
ps: "The Corner Without the Sun" was published in "Novel Quarterly", also known as "Youth Literature". Although it is not up to the top publications such as "People's Literature", it is enough to be included in "Yenjing Literature and Art" .
(End of this chapter)