Chapter 143 "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" is published
According to the impression of his previous life, Fang Yan thought that it would not be easy to guide a prick like Wang Shuo to revise the manuscript, and he was already prepared in his heart.
I thought Wang Shuo was not a prickly hedgehog, but a wild donkey with a stubborn temper, but he turned out to be as docile as a donkey in the production team.
Wang Shuo didn't even dare to show off his teeth to Fang Yan.
Write as you are told, and change as you are told.
He was almost locked in a small dark room and whipped with a whip.
Thanks to the kindness of young general Fang, he just asked Wang Shuo to make the corrections as required, so that the quality of the manuscript would be worthy of being published in "October". After all, his literary foundation was very weak.
In these days of step-by-step guidance, Wang Shuo became more and more convinced of Teacher Fang, who was similar in age but had a profound background:
"Teacher Fang, this is who I am."< br>
“I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will offend them. To put it bluntly, I am a mad dog. It will not pay for its life if it bites people to death.”
"According to what you mean, when I'm caught for fare evasion, wouldn't you really want to bite me to death?" Fang Yan said with a smile, "Do you still want to do that now?" It's my fault. When the royalties are paid, I'll invite you to Lao Mo for dinner to make amends."
Wang Shuo shook his head, his tone sincere.
“We’ll talk about the meal later. Let’s revise the manuscript first.”
Fang Yan wrote a list of books and told him to read them.
The two separated at the door of the publishing house. Fang Yan rode his bicycle and went to the Foreign Trade Service Department of the Forbidden City to buy calligraphy and paintings as usual.
The things I bought are all stored in the huanghuali cabinet in my house.
As for Hougulouyuan House, the construction team has been invited to the site to investigate, design and construction drawings have been drawn, and a demolition and construction plan has been formulated.
The front yard was demolished and built first, and then it was the backyard.
After all, in a few years, the "Urban Planning Law" will be promulgated.
At that time, any building that needs to be built, expanded or renovated must submit a construction application to the relevant department.
Since then, there has been an arrangement in life to visit the courtyard regularly, day after day, and so it is December.
Fang Yan taught Wang Shuo to revise manuscripts and buy calligraphy and paintings as always. Only during lunch or dinner, he would be like a lonely gourmet, walking around the city and eating at open restaurants one by one.
After eating and drinking, I returned home and wrote down everything I saw, heard, and thought as part of "A Bite of China."
“Dingle bell.”
"Is Teacher Fang at home? I have your letter!"
Along with the ringing of car bells, a familiar voice came from the alley.
Fang Yan picked up the sample issue of "Yenjing Literature" from the table and walked quickly outside: "Come on, come on."
"Teacher Fang."
< br>Master Hu was leaning under the big bare locust tree, wrapped up tightly, facing the biting cold wind, his legs shaking constantly.
"Master Hu, what's wrong with you?"
The dialect sounded concerned, "Is it okay?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's an old problem."
Master Hu said that he had cold legs and twitched in cold weather. He just put on a pair of dog skin plasters and it would be cured.
Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the sample issues he had taken from the editorial department of "Yanjing Literature" the day before yesterday. There were 3 copies in total.
Two for Master Hu and his son, and one for his comrades.
"Teacher Fang, can you give me another copy?"
Master Hu opened his mouth and said embarrassedly.
Fang Yan asked and found out that Master Hu’s leaders and colleagues heard that he had written a book specifically for postmen and wanted to take a look.
"Okay, wait here, I'll go back to the house to get it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he ran in and ran out again, holding three sample magazines in his hand, "There are only three left."
"That's enough, that's enough, thank you. "
Master Hu thanked him profusely. After taking it, he dragged Lao Han's legs and struggled to push the car back home in the cold wind.
When Xiao Hu saw this, he immediately took out the dog skin plaster.
“Dad, you’re like this, let’s take a day off this afternoon.”
"Why are you asking for leave? It's just an old problem."
Master Hu lit candles and baked plasters, "When you take over my shift in the future, I will have plenty of time to rest."
"Dad "Why is it about taking over? I haven't decided whether to be a postman yet?" Xiao Hu said dissatisfied.
"What are you thinking! Have you been wronged by being a postman?"
Master Hu said angrily: "Do you know how many people want this golden rice bowl, but they don't have the means."
"Growing up, you have always said that the postman is honorable and honorable."
Xiao Hu curled his lips, "But I still don't feel that there is any glory in my face." "Why not!" Master Hu said from the bag Taking out the sample magazine, "Read it for yourself! Take a good look!"
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Hu was puzzled.
Master Hu raised his chin and said, "Look at what Teacher Fang wrote, specially written for our postmen!"
"Teacher Dialect Fang?!"
Xiao Hu ran back to the room dubiously.
This new work was originally written in dialect, so I read it with great interest. When I saw the postman and his son at the beginning, and then I saw that my son, like me, also failed the college entrance examination, I felt puzzled and disgusted, and the more I read, the more I read it. Looking down, my interest is getting less and less.
Neither as exciting and beautiful as "Latent" and "Dark War", nor as touching and touching as "Love in the Hawthorn Tree", "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" is as plain as a cup of tea, or even The boiled water extinguished my enthusiasm to continue watching.
“It’s boring!”
Xiao Hu read the first few pages, threw them on the bed, and returned his attention to "Martial Arts" which he had just read halfway through.
Starting from the second half of 1981, "Martial Arts" has serialized Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and now it has been serialized to Guo Jing and Ouyang Ke's marriage competition on Peach Blossom Island.
Looking at it like this, time passed by unconsciously.
At this moment, there was a sound of closing the door outside the house.
Master Hu applied dog skin plaster and felt that his legs were getting better. He went out to work and rode his bicycle to the post office.
As soon as they heard that the latest sample issue of "Yenjing Literature" had arrived, colleagues rushed forward and rushed to read it.
Master Hu secretly lent the book he had sent to his comrades to his old friend. The old friend did not open it immediately, but stared straight at his legs and said with concern: "Old problem Did it happen again?”
Master Hu Fu nodded, "I've already put on the dog skin plaster."
"I see that your cold legs are getting worse and worse."
An old friend asked: "Xiao Hu is still unwilling. Pick up your class?”
"This kid still thinks that the postman is not decent."
Master Hu shook his head and smiled bitterly. In fact, if the leg could be cured, why let his son do tiring work? Unfortunately, it couldn't be cured.
My old friend said: "Do you want me to help you with Xiao Hu's ideological work? After all, I watched him grow up."
"It's useless, it's useless for anyone to come. , let him think for himself."
Master Hu changed the topic, "Don't mention that little brat, let's read Teacher Fang's novel. I just read it for a while when I was applying plaster at home. That’s great.”
An old friend opened "Yenjing Literature" and saw that the rural postman and his son appeared in the village. All men, women and children in the village came out to say goodbye to them. He couldn't help but feel happy. He saw the rural postman pretending to be the grandson of the fifth wife, writing letters and sending money to her. There is hope in life, and I can't help but be moved...
Watching it from beginning to end, I saw the son carrying his father across the river. It clearly said, "If the father can carry his father on his back, the son will grow up."
Looking at Master Hu subconsciously, I saw that he was staring at the magazine tightly, his eyes were slightly red, and he let out a long sigh.
"Alas!"
"Don't sigh too much. After Xiao Hu read this novel, I think he will definitely be able to figure it out." The old friend kept comforting him.
"I hope, I hope."
Master Hu murmured to himself, gently wiping away the tears from his eyes.
Contrary to the silence between the two, colleagues in the post office circulated it to each other, and those who had already seen it discussed it enthusiastically, and it was full of positive comments.
"I have low education and little reading, so I can only say 'well written'."
"I am the same, I can't say what is good, I just think it is good, touching, and special When the villagers come to deliver the postman, I feel that everything is worth it, no matter the wind or rain.”
"When this issue of "Yenjing Literature" is released, I will definitely buy a copy to show my children how glorious his father's job is."
"I will also buy a copy."
“………”
The people in Master Hu’s unit are getting more and more The conversation became more and more exciting. When I went out to deliver letters in the afternoon, whenever I met postmen from other areas, I was willing to turn into a "marital army" and share the news about "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog". It caused quite a stir in Yanjing's postal system.
Every post office unit is eagerly looking forward to the latest issue of "Yenjing Literature", which will finally be officially released on December 8.
Starting today, the people of Yanjing have discovered several very strange and strange phenomena. One is that when they go to the post office to send something, the blackboards at the door all have the theme "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog." It seems that every post office, Everything is as agreed upon.
One is greeting a few postmen on the street. The first sentence is no longer "Have you eaten?" but "Have you seen "The Mountain, That Man, That Dog", or even I also took out the latest issue of "Yenjing Literature" and started chatting without getting tired of it.
At this time, it aroused the curiosity of passers-by.
Everyone wanted to read "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog", so the sixth issue of "Yenjing Literature" was very popular in Yanjing, and it was hard to find a copy.
Of course, these are not the weirdest.
The strangest thing is that it is obviously a very cold day, so the postmen ride harder than usual, and even the bells ring louder.
The cold wind was blowing, very cold and biting.
But their hearts are warm.
The blood in the whole person is boiling and burning.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, who is this car bell ringing for?
(End of this chapter)