Chapter 174: Broken Chapter Dog
The sun sets outside the library.
Gong Zhen recalled how he had just watched "Garland Under the Mountain" and said with embarrassment:
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper just now."
"No need to apologize, This is completely understandable.”
Fang Yan waved his hand, "I think it's hard for anyone to not be moved after reading this novel."
"That's right."
Li Cunbao revealed that he When writing "Garland Under the Mountain", I made myself cry more than once.
"A good work can only move others if it touches you."
Fang Yan said with a smile: "It was the same when Lu Yao wrote "Life". Your performance just proved it. "Garland Under the Mountain" will also be a shocking masterpiece! ”
Li Cunbao's face was full of excitement when he heard that his novel might reach the level of "Life".
"This is a day worth celebrating."
Fang Yan said: "To celebrate the completion of "Wreaths Under the Mountains", let's go out to have a good meal tonight."
Li Cunbao sighed: "I have been busy writing manuscripts these days, and I haven't tasted Nanning's food yet."
Fang Yan turned to look at Gong Qie and extended an invitation.
Gong Cun readily agreed, "What should we eat?"
"Among us, you are the one who is most familiar with Nanning." Fang Yan and Li Cunbao looked at each other and asked her to come and get it. idea.
Gong Qie said with a smile that he was completely led by Xia Liyan these days, walking and eating all the way.
Fang Yan asked: “What impressed you the most?”
“Of course Sui fans!”
Gong Zhen talked about the rice noodle culture of western Guangxi in detail.
“What kind of noodles are you talking about? Isn’t it snail noodles?”
Li Cunbao tasted it once in Liuzhou and never wanted to touch it again.
Gong Zhen asked Fang Yan in a low voice: "Teacher Fang, what is this snail noodle? Why does it seem to me like Teacher Li is a bit..."
"Simply speaking, it is rice noodles cooked in snail soup. , served with sour bamboo shoots, green vegetables, peanuts and yuba.”
Dialect says that this was accidentally tinkered with by a self-employed restaurant in Liuzhou last year, and now it is slowly becoming popular.
“Can snail soup also make noodles?”
Gong Qie swallowed his saliva: “How does that taste?”
“This is like Yanjing’s stinky tofu. It smells bad and tastes delicious, but it varies from person to person. Cun Bao couldn't stand the faint rancid smell." Fang Yan smiled.
Li Cunbao said helplessly: "That is not 'light', and have you ever seen chili oil floating in the dark soup base?"
Gong Qian opened his mouth in shock, "Nanning's food varies from person to person. I don't know if you are used to it."
"If I remember correctly, you are from Shanghai."< br>
Li Cunbao surprised I was very surprised, "Can you get used to it?"
"I'm okay. I was working in the countryside in western Ganxi. As time went by, I could eat a little spicy food, but the spicy food in western Guangxi is not as spicy as in western Ganxi. Not the same." Gong Qiao smiled.
Dialect said: "Is it the kind that is sour and spicy but slightly sweet?"
Gong Qie's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, it's sour, spicy and a little sweet. It's really appetizing."
Li Cunbao said: "It's very appetizing to listen to the chatters. Let's hurry up." Fill your stomach.”
The three of them finally gathered together and arrived at the state-owned restaurant where Xia Liyan had brought Gong Zhe.
On the wall, there is a blackboard with recipes written on it.
Laoyou powder, roll powder, Chunjiang duck feet...
Fang Yan found out from the waiter that there was a post office not far away, so he asked Gong Qie and Li Cunbao to order first and went to take a telegram for the "October" editorial office.
"The first draft has been completed and will be mailed soon. Please check it."
When I came back from work, I happened to pass by a sour food stall and paid for a mango.
"Yanzi, why are you back!"
Li Cunbao asked him to sit down quickly, and the steaming roll of noodles was already on the table.
Either meat or vegetable raw ingredients and rice milk are placed on a tray and steamed in a steamer. Add a spoonful of yellow skin sauce to the cooked roll noodles, and it's delicious!
While eating, Fang Yan took out the sour mango to share.
"Yanzi, this fruit you bought is so strange?"
Li Cunbao was surprised, "Why is it still sprinkled with chili powder, and..."
"It's salt, this is called 'pickled fruit'."
Gong Zhen repeated what Xia Liyan told her exactly.
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Do you want to have a taste?"
"I'd better skip it."
Li Cunbao said: "Now I finally I believe that 'looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst' is true, Just looking at this sour mango makes my mouth water with sourness. It seems that Guixi's obsession with 'sour' is no less than Ludong's obsession with 'salty'."
"Teacher Fang. , let me try it.”
Gong Qie picked up a piece. It was sour and refreshing. His eyes immediately lit up: "This tastes so weird. How to describe it?"
While speaking, he picked up another piece and put it into his mouth. "It's so sour, with a little bit of flavor." Spicy, a little sweet, a bit like the spicy and sour radish strips written by Teacher Fang in "A Bite of China"."
Li Cunbao clicked his tongue and said in surprise: "I didn't expect Gong Qie to be so talented at eating."
"And eating sour food."
Dialect joked Said: "There is a local saying that 'it is difficult for a hero to be a beauty, and for a beauty to be miserable'."
Gong Qian blushed, "I, I won't eat."
Fang Yan said: "If you like to eat, just eat more, it's good for your health. The climate in western Guangxi is cold and wet, so the locals like to eat sour food. The food is used to quench thirst, especially sour food. This is a good way to relieve the heat in summer. "Yan Zi." If you say that, then I have to try it."
Li Cunbao became interested, "It must have a reason for its existence."
< br>Gong Jie said: “Teacher Fang, I didn’t expect you to know so much.”
"That's natural."
Li Cunbao said: "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to write a masterpiece like "A Bite of China" that expresses the essence of food."
"Teacher Fang will do it again in the future. Do you want to write this kind of prose? "
Gong Zhen noticed that Fang Yan looked at him with a smile, and hurriedly explained that he was asking for Xia Liyan and others. They all wanted to write a prose about Guixi's diet.
“There will be, but not now.”
Fang Yan said: "I have to finish the manuscript at hand first."
"That's right, write it quickly. Your military fantasy really made my blood boil and I couldn't stop."
< br>Li Cunbao sighed, "It's a pity that I haven't finished writing. I only write a little bit every day, which is not enough to read."
After being reminded, Gong Qie thought of those inspiring sentences, and his heart ignited. A fire.
“Teacher Fang, can you lend me your manuscript to read?”
"Sure."
Fang Yan thought for a moment and nodded.
Come to my room to discuss drama together in the evening...
Bah, let’s discuss literature!
………………
After eating and returning to the guest house, Gong Zhen walked into Fang Yan's room for the first time.
"Please sit down."
Fang Yan asked her to sit down and handed the manuscript over.
Gong Qie took the manuscript paper and turned it over, and found the character relationship table, which was dense and complicated.
Yan Shuangying...Hu Bayi...
Duan Dayong, Duan Peng's son, was named 'Dayong' in memory of his fallen comrade Wei Monk...
Railway, Yuan Lang's boss...Old A Brigade...
Cold Aid Chao, Leng Feng's father...
The members of the special forces are listed above. Although the character introductions are only a few words, it is vaguely felt that each character can expand countless stories.
“You read it first, and I will write the draft for a while.”
Fang Yan brought hot water, "We'll talk after you finish reading."
"Yeah."
Gong Chou watched him pull out his chair, sit at the table, and looked again After seeing his profile, I turned my attention to the novel.
The whole bedroom was extremely quiet, only the sound of writing and turning pages could be heard.
The first and second parts have basically been written, and there is not much deviation from the outline and synopsis she read before.
The third part writes that the "Simbelin Radar" was destroyed. Our army sent special forces to eliminate this "culprit", so we formulated a combat plan and released false information. A second set of backup radar systems will be put into operation in the near future. to the front lines.
Use fake radar as bait to lure the snake out of its hole and catch the turtle in the urn.
In order to lure them into taking the bait, the artillery launched multiple rounds of shelling continuously, causing psychological and physical pressure on the enemy, forcing superiors to intervene in command and urging special agents to destroy.
(PS: This is a simplified true story)
The plot of the battle of wits and courage is interlocking with ups and downs. The further you read, the more fascinated you will be.
Just when I was enjoying watching it, it stopped at the most exciting part, and my whole mood was aroused.
Teacher Fang, how can we stop here!
Gong Qie looked up at him, "Teacher Fang, is it gone down there?"
"No more."
Fang Yan half-turned around, "Look, I’m not writing right now.”
"Your writing is really good. It's better than any military literature I've ever read before." Gong Zhen praised repeatedly, "I've never seen anyone writing military novels like this!"
"This is called 'military' Fantasy' is a newly created branch of military literature," Fang Yan explained seriously.
Gong Chou understood the concept of military fantasy literature and his eyes widened.
"No wonder you wrote about 'special operations' in it. I feel like I have never heard of it in the army."
"Have you also been a soldier?"
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"I was an art soldier, but not for long."
The two started from the topic of Gong Qie being a soldier, and gradually started chatting about performances, poetry, movies, dramas...
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Gong Qie still had more to say, but the topic had to be stopped and forcibly disconnected.
These days, unless they are a couple, if a man and a woman are alone in the same room late at night, even if nothing happens, something will happen.
“See you tomorrow.”
Fang Yan sent her to the door with a smile on her face.
"See you tomorrow, Teacher Fang."
Gong Qie returned to his room, washed briefly, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.
The quilt made a rustling sound, and I tossed and turned, but couldn't sleep.
My mind is full of dialects. It doesn’t matter if the novel stops at the most exciting part, but the chat also stops at the most exciting place!
The more I thought about it, the more itchy my heart became, as if there were more than a hundred dialects crawling in my heart. How could it be so uncomfortable?
(End of this chapter)