Chapter 45 Young friends come to meet
On April 30, there was a three-day holiday in the institute.
There is no other reason than to ask the students to go to their respective tutors’ homes. After all, they will rely on the teacher’s guidance for their future creations.
After Fang Yan returned home, he went straight to the editorial office of "Yanjing Literature and Art" without stopping and handed "Furong Town" and "Tingfeng" to Wang Meng and Zhou Yanru. The two manuscripts were circulated back and forth.
“I won’t say much about Yanzi’s “Listening to the Wind”. Everyone has reviewed it before. Let’s talk about “Furong Town”.”
Wang Meng looked around and clapped his hands.
“Using the concept of reflective literature to re-give new meaning to rural areas is simply a brand new breakthrough in rural literature.”
“Integrating political affairs into customs and sentiments, and using the fate of characters to express history The changes are quite natural."
"Is this Gu Hua from southern Hunan? No wonder, there is a vague flavor of Xiangxi that is unique to Shen Laowen."
"... …”
Seeing everyone's high praise, Wang Meng, as Gu Hua's instructor, felt very proud, and said with a smile:
"Even if this manuscript is submitted to "People's Literature", it will definitely be published, but It happened to be grabbed by our "Yanjing Literature and Art"
This first achievement must be made by Yan Zi. Thanks to his preemptive move, he was able to immediately think of asking the students at the workshop to write a manuscript, and discovered Gu Hua's "Furong Town" from them! ”
"Pah."
"Pap, pah, pah."
Everyone applauded Fang Yan, and the applause was mixed with laughter.
"Hey, this is called the first to come first."
Fang Yan suggested that while other periodicals have not yet realized the value of the trainees, "Yenjing Literature and Art" should simply do more In several issues of the special topic "Reflection on Literature", we have invited interested students to submit their works as a group, and there is a demand for their works to be published.
You are in love with me, it’s a win-win situation.
You can even develop a special topic on spy war novels. Since it was clear that "Dark War" will be published in "Harvest", the concept of "spy war" has become popular in the workshop, and many students have followed suit.
"These suggestions from Yanzi are worth considering!"
Zhou Yanru and others were full of praise.
After discussion, it was decided that the novel group would go to the training center to win over the students to Yanjing Literature and Art.
“Yan Zi’s training was not in vain.”
Wang Meng had to sigh: “It has only been a month, and not only has the level of creation improved by leaps and bounds, but the ability of editing has also improved rapidly.”
Li Yue smiled and praised: "Isn't it? Yanzi is simply the thousand-mile horse of our Yanjing Literature and Art." , if I were Qianliju, it would be thanks to Teacher Bole, of course, the biggest Bole..."
Fang Yan said half-jokingly: "It has to be Teacher Xiao Wang."
"That's pretty much it."
Wang Jie put her hands on her hips and raised her chin.
"Hahaha, yes, Xiao Wang is Yanzi's boss!"
The exchange of business blows touched the hearts of Wang Meng and others.
In the happy atmosphere, the final decision was made to put "Furong Town" in the July issue as the front page of reflective literature, and to put "Listening to the Wind" in the September issue, trying to focus on spies. After all, no matter how good the delicacies are, you can’t bear to eat them every day.
The same goes for reflective literature, we need to change our taste.
After the meeting, Wang Meng called Fang Yan to the office alone and said straight to the point: "I heard Mr. Li say that the institute took great pains to find a mentor for you. Who did you find in the end?"< br>
Fang Yan lowered his voice, "Mr. Yan Bing."
"It's actually Mr. Mao?!"
Wang Meng couldn't help being surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, "In terms of novels, it's not Mr. Mao Ba." Sangong is the only one. Now that Mr. Lao She has passed away and Mr. Bagong is far away in Shanghai, Mr. Mao is indeed the best candidate. "
Then he patted him on the back, "It seems that Mr. Ding Ling. , Li Laohe, I have high hopes for you. I not only hope that you can write a novel, but I also hope that your first novel can amaze the literary world like "Wrangler" and "Dark War" and help Restore the reputation of the school and regain its glory."
"Don't say that, I'm under great pressure."
Fang Yan smiled awkwardly.
"Young people, don't be afraid of pressure. The sky won't fall. Even if it does fall, Mr. Mao will hold it for you."
Wang Meng said with a smile: "The prerequisite is that he must admit it. You are a disciple.”
“Teacher Wang, what kind of person is Mr. Yan Bing?”
Fang Yan’s heart surged when he heard “disciple”.
Later, Wang Meng described Shen Yanbing's impression to him.
She is simply the old nanny of the Chinese literary world. She has encouraged, trained and supported countless writers from three generations, old, middle and young.
It can be said that more than half of the entire literary world has been cared for by Shen Yanbing, including Wang Meng himself, who can be his disciple——
Your luck lies ahead!
“When did Mr. Mao ask you to see him?”
Wang Meng cast a questioning look.
“May 2nd.”
Fang Yan touched his chest and exhaled.
………………
The next day, May Day holiday.
At the No. 18 bus station, Fang Yan waited and waited, and finally Tie Ning, Wang Anyi, Mo Shen and others arrived.
“Yanzi, quickly find us a place to have breakfast.”
Mo Shen said weakly.
“You haven’t eaten?”
Fang Yan was surprised.
Tiening smiled: "The cafeteria has the May Day holiday, and no meals will be served today."
"Hey, come with me."
Fang Yan took them to Beixinqiao Chang A store I went to.
These days, breakfast costs money and food stamps. For example, for fried dough sticks, the flour used must be purchased with food stamps.
I saw the price list hanging in the window saying, "Fried dough sticks 4 cents/stick (half a tael)", "Soybean juice 3 cents/bowl", "Salty soybean milk 4 cents/bowl", "Sweet soybean milk 5 cents/bowl", "Meat buns 1 cent/piece"......< br>
“Let’s have two Jiaohuan and a bowl of bean juice~”
Dian Yan opened his mouth and shouted, the word “er” has a soft ending sound, mixed with a kind of joking, a kind of frivolity, that Call it an authentic one.
“You haven’t had breakfast either?”
Wang Anyi was very curious.
Fang Yan took out the money and said: "I've eaten, but I can't just sit here and watch you eat. I'll eat some more with you."
"I heard that you must try this when you come to Yanjing. Bean juice."
Tie Ning looked at Wang Anyi, "How about we try it too?"
"You really want to try it? Don't blame me for not warning you about the taste. You can't stand it."
Fang Yan raised his lips.
"How will you know if you don't try? Teacher Xiao Fang is treating him to a treat anyway."
Tie Ning and others didn't think about killing the big family, so they asked him to treat him to this morning meal.
"If you have to try something new, you can order a bowl first."
Fang Yan suggested.
"It takes two people to order one bowl, Yanzi, you are too naughty."
Mo Shen rolled his eyes angrily.
The dialect can be understood by "Spi", "How can this be called being stingy? Order a bowl first and let them have a taste. If they are not used to it, don't waste it. If they can get used to it, we will order more." Then he patted his chest. , "You can drink as much as you want, I’ll take care of today’s bean juice!”
The more he said this, the more surprised Tie Ning, Wang Anyi and others were. When the bean juice was served in front of them, it was white with gray inside. Green, with a faint aroma of mung beans.
"Just in case, you should drink with a spoon."
Fang Yan handed his spoon to Tie Ning.
"Give it to me, what will you do?"
As soon as Tiening finished speaking, he saw him holding the big bowl in both hands, blowing on the hot air, took a sip, then put his lips to the mouth of the bowl, and drank in circles Drinking hot bean juice.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Wang Anyi, who had already drank, shouted.
Tie Ning and others were startled and asked how they felt.
"It's so sour. I feel like I'm going to vomit out the last night's meal."
Wang Anyi felt nauseous.
Tie Ning pursed his lips, saw Fang Yan’s playful smile, and drank a spoonful of it angrily. His eyes widened, and he swallowed it hard:
“Don’t sell this soy milk. It's gone rancid!"
"This is not soy milk, nor is it rancid. This is the taste of mung beans after fermentation." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Forget it, I can't stand the taste."
"Look, I know you can't stand it, so you'd better order a bowl of soy milk."
"Then this bowl Isn’t it a waste?”
Tie Ning felt regretful, he should have listened to dialect.
People in this era cherish food very much and are reluctant to waste a grain of food and cannot see any waste.
"That's why I asked you to take a spoon and drink it. Give it to me."
Fang Yan brought the bean juice in front of him.
Seeing the bowl touch his lips, Tie Ning and Wang Anyi looked at each other, feeling a little strange in their hearts.
"After breakfast, where should we go first?"
Jiang Zilong, Mo Shen and others looked at Fang Yan.
"With this weather and this time, let's go boating in Beihai Park."
Fang Yan looked up at the sky.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. There are two rowing boats floating on the sparkling water, one in front and one behind, three people and one boat.
“Let us swing the oars, and the boat will push away the waves.”
The beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls...”
Although Tie Ning and Wang Anyi were sitting in different boats, they sang "Let's Screw the Oars" in unison. Mo Shen and Gu Hua couldn't help but sing along, and finally it was Fang Yan and Jiang Zilong's turn who were in charge of rowing the boat.
After singing for a while, Jiang Zilong shook his head:
“This song is nice to listen to and suitable for the occasion, but it is not suitable for our age. Are there any other suitable songs?”
"I heard a song on the radio recently."
Fang Yan cleared his throat and sang while rowing:
"Young friends, come to meet today.
Swing the boat, the warm wind blows gently,
The flowers are fragrant, the birds are singing, the spring scenery is intoxicating,
Songs and laughter are flying around the colorful clouds
Ah, dear friends, who does this wonderful spring belong to? It belongs to me, to you, to our new generation in the 1980s! br>
Let’s meet again in twenty years.
How beautiful our great motherland must be! ”
After singing once, Tie Ning, Jiang Zilong and others were still not satisfied, so they asked the dialect to sing slowly twice more. Gradually, each of them learned to sing in a decent manner, and the songs floated on the quiet water.
The breeze is gentle, and the willows are Yiyi.
"Okay, now you decide, where do you want to go? "Fang Yan's voice was slightly hoarse and he glanced at everyone.
"Summer Palace! Jingshan Park! Temple of Heaven..."
"And the Temple of Earth!"
Wang Anyi, Tiening and others shouted.
Fang Yan was stunned, the Temple of Earth...
(End of this chapter)