Chapter 207 Get in the car
After confirming the final cast list of "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog", Guo Baochang and others immediately set off back to western Guangxi.
I am planning to go to Xiangxi to shoot a movie in early September.
Before leaving, Guo Baochang and Zhang Yimou repeatedly requested dialect to join the team.
After all, Teacher Fang is both the consultant of the film crew and the screenwriter of the film. The entire crew cannot live without Teacher Fang.
Although "Once Upon a Time" was written wherever it was written, Fang Yan did not agree immediately. Instead, he returned to the editorial department of "October" and asked Su Yu and Zhang Shouren for their opinions.
Unexpectedly, the two of them fully supported it.
“It’s good to go to southern Hunan.”
Zhang Shouren said: “Some time ago, southern Hunan just held a literary and artistic creation award conference, and the literary Hunan Army has become famous.”
Su Yu said with a smile: "Yes, the main force of the Hunan Army like Gu Hua has risen rapidly, and the great prosperity of Shonan literature is coming soon. Your trip to Shonan will represent our "October" and have more contact with the writers in southern Hunan. Make friends.”
"I understand, editor-in-chief!"
Fang Yan suddenly realized that he had an advantage in status compared to other people in the editorial department.
I studied prose with Shen Congwen, and wrote "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog", which is full of Xiangxi charm, which can be regarded as half of the Hunan Army.
In the entire publishing house, I am afraid there is no one more suitable than myself to deal with the literary world in southern Hunan.
“Yanzi, don’t forget to go to Tiesheng’s house before setting off.”
Zhang Shouren reminded him to find Shi Tiesheng to make an appointment for a manuscript.
Fang Yan nodded, and then heard Su Yu reveal two more pieces of good news.
One is the graduation allocation of college students. Each of the five teams in the "October" editorial department can get one or two college students.
Another good news is that due to the increase in editorial manpower, the existing space in the editorial department is simply not enough.
“The company has agreed.”
Zhang Shouren said: "Let "October" move out."
Fang Yan asked: "Where to move?"
Zhang Shouren said: "Just east of Madian."
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, it’s not on the North Third Ring Road.
Su Yu said: "It's a bit remote, but fortunately the land given is large, a full 24 acres."
"We also considered that many people would find it too far."
Zhang Shouren said: "So we plan to build an additional dormitory building."
Su Yu said that this dormitory can be used as a temporary building for everyone. The residence also allows writers to work on loan here, killing two birds with one stone.
As soon as Dialect asked, it was not compulsory to move in, and my mind immediately became active. If I moved to Madian, I would ride a Phoenix to and from get off work in the future. It would be very strenuous, so I simply took this opportunity to buy a motorcycle.
Actually, if possible, I would rather buy a car.
Unfortunately, there is no such way now.
A year or two later, a batch of "Fiat 126p" will be introduced into the country. They were used by Poland to offset the trade balance in exchange for China. However, because they were not suitable as government vehicles, they were sold to private individuals for the first time. One car costs about 9,000 yuan.
Even if you are braver, you will have to wait until next year to go to Qionghai Province and sneak a private car.
After much thought, I finally bought a Xingfu 250A motorcycle, with an allocated price of 1,782 yuan.
The bicycle I replaced was used by my little sister to ride to high school.
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On Yonghegong Street, a roar broke the tranquility, and passers-by turned their attention to the windy motorcycle.
After a while, Fang Yan parked the car at the entrance of the courtyard.
Shi Lan held the washbasin and kept sprinkling water on the ground in the hot summer. When she saw his figure, she was surprised and happy:
"Brother Fang!"< br>
"Xiao Lan, is your brother at home?"
Fang Yan handed a bag of peach cakes to Shi Lan.
Shi Lan nodded and smiled.
With the publication of "Autumn Memories" and "Life is Like a String", Shi Tiesheng became more and more famous in the literary world.
One after another, people come to ask for manuscripts. If I encounter a situation like this, I will immediately hide in the house in Hougulou Garden.
However, Shi Tiesheng had no choice and was not good at refusing, so Shi's father and Shi Lan became very cautious. In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing Shi Tiesheng's rest, they would always refuse to visit as much as possible on the grounds that they were in Beihai Park or Ditan Park. .
“Is it Yanzi?”
When Shi Tiesheng heard the noise, he stuck his head out of the window, his small eyes behind the black frames narrowed into a thin line.
Fang Yan pushed the car into the courtyard and then walked into the house.
“You came just in time.”
Shi Tiesheng was writing while leaning on the bed and stopped to chat.
“Why are you suddenly interested in this?”
Fang Yan was curious when he heard that he was going to talk about literary classification.
Shi Tiesheng said truthfully that he talked about this "pure literature" in the exchange of letters with Chen Ximi.
And the more we chatted, the greater our interest became, and we exchanged letters frequently.
Fang Yan showed a playful smile: "How many letters have we exchanged?" Shi Tiesheng said openly: "3 letters, this is the fourth one. I am thinking about how to reply to her."
Fang Yan smiled: "Then I have to listen first, how did you discuss it?"
The two chatted from pure literature to serious literature and popular literature, and then to " The Roots of Literature.”
"Yanzi, I think your proposal will definitely set off a trend of thought in the literary world!" Shi Tiesheng said: "And it will be a new trend of literary thought that is no less than reflective literature and scar literature!"< br>
Fang Yan said: "I also have this premonition, so I have been writing this novel rooted in Lingnan culture recently. However, it is still too weak to rely on one work alone. It is best if such ethnic groups can emerge across the country. and novels with regional characteristics."
Shi Tiesheng said: "Speaking of this, it inspired me."
Fang Yan asked: "How do you say it?"
"I am not familiar with Yanjing very much. I can count the Temple of Di, Beihai Park, and Fangshan's Pea Yellow on one hand."
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Shi Tiesheng said: "I feel that the roots of my literature are not in Yanjing, but rather in the place where I jumped in and went to the countryside."
Dialect said: "You mean northern Shaanxi."
Shi Tiesheng nodded, "Sometimes when I dream, I dream about Qingping Bay and the folks and folk songs there."
Fang Yan listened quietly, listening to him singing "Walking to the West Exit" for a while, and then changed to "Lan Gong Tiao".
"There are flowers on the cliff and red on the cliff, and the suffering people are living a good life..."
Shi Tiesheng said with emotion: "Maybe it's because I feel that Qingping Bay is so far away that I can never go back. , that’s why I miss you so much.”
"If you want to go, there is nothing you can't go to."
Fang Yan said: "The key is whether you want to go or not, whether you want to go or not, Tiesheng, do you still want to go back to Qingping Bay?"
Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but recall: "I was We have been feeding cattle in Qingping Bay for two years, and there is only loess there..."
"In my opinion, why not write a manuscript with Qingping Bay as the theme?"
Fang Yan said: " Try to dig up the roots of northern Shaanxi.”
"To tell you the truth, I really thought about it!"
Shi Tiesheng said that he planned to use himself as the prototype of the story to write about a cattle herder living in a small mountain village on the Loess Plateau.
The dialect said: "The name is 'distant Qingping Bay'?"
"Add two more words, 'my distant Qingping Bay'."
Shi Tiesheng He said that he wanted to write about Qingping Bay in his memory, about those simple, loyal, and optimistic folks, and then he wanted to try to discover the essence of the survival of the entire nation from the ancient land of Qingping Bay, and see the future in the midst of suffering. Good times.
"My intuition tells me that this will be a representative work that supports the 'pure literature' point of view. It seems that my trip is not in vain and I don't have to leave empty-handed."
Fang Yan chatted with him After a while, he proposed to go for a drive.
Shi Tiesheng thought he was going to the Temple of Earth. When he came to the courtyard and saw the motorcycle, he started teasing him.
"We all know Yanzi that you are a wealthy landlord. I never thought you were so rich!"
"Don't mention it. In fact, I want to buy a Yangtze 750. When the time comes, you can sit in the sidecar and I Come on, that scene!”
Fang Yan is very helpless. Today's Wanzi motorcycles are either for military or police use and cannot be purchased through formal channels.
“It’s time to fight against the local tyrants again!”
Shi Tiesheng said: “Actually, this motorcycle is quite good and has a good meaning. There is a kind of happiness called riding ‘happiness’.”< br>
"Then drive on the road of happiness?"
Fang Yan said while pushing the motorcycle.
"Leave all the misfortune behind you."
Shi Tiesheng blurted out.
“This can be used as an advertising slogan.”
Fang Yan joked: “Why don’t we just send it to the Shanghai Motorcycle Manufacturing Factory, earn some commissions, and then we’ll split it in half. .”
“Haha, okay!”
With the support of him and Shi Lan, Shi Tiesheng sat on the motorcycle and became energetic.
"Tiesheng, we've caught it."
After speaking in dialect, Shi Tiesheng suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, and the scenery on the roadside disappeared in front of his eyes.
A flying feeling arises spontaneously.
“Woohoo!”
Fang Yan shouted.
"Woohoo!"
Shi Tiesheng was infected and shouted too.
“Tiesheng, actually Qingping Bay is not far away.”
Fang Yan said: “We definitely can’t go there by motorcycle, but we can take a train and go to northern Shaanxi.”
While driving at speed, Shi Tiesheng slowly relaxed and said with a smile:
"Okay! When I go to northern Shaanxi, I will take you to see Qingping Bay!"
"Take you to see my literary 'roots'!"
(End of this chapter)