Chapter 224: Pork Ribs and Rice Cake
In the literary world in October, nothing is more eye-catching than "October" and "Flower City".
A series of pure literary works such as "My Distant Qingping Bay" received an enthusiastic response once they were published, making "October" the first to land on the beach and seize a piece of pure literature territory.
As the first magazine to publish "pure literature" literary and artistic viewpoints in dialects, "Flower City" also took the lead.
Not only did writers organize novel writing classes, they published a number of novels that pointed directly at the plight of human beings, and got a share of the cake of pure literature, they also published dialects that advocated the exploration of national and regional cultures in terms of literary and artistic creation, such as "Lingnan Literature" and "Cantonese Flavor Novels".
For a time, the literary Cantonese army was in the limelight.
The young general Fang who came up with the plan immediately became Tang Monk Meat.
Every major literary journal wants to take a bite. Who can resist the temptation of progress?
The newspapers and periodical publishing houses in Yanjing were close to the water, and they immediately dispatched editors, and some of them rushed to the courtyard houses in Nanluogu Lane.
Some of them rushed towards the editorial office of "October". Five hundred swordsmen were waiting for Fang to show up and compete for manuscripts.
However, everything came to nothing.
Fang Yan followed Wan Jiabao, Wu Zuxiang and others south to Shanghai and checked into the Hengshan Hotel that had been arranged long ago.
Just after settling in, before I had time to call Gong Qie, Wu Zuxiang called me to visit him one by one.
Chao Wen, Wang Kunlun, Zhu Jiaxin, Jiang Hesen, Wu Shichang, Zhou Ruchang...
Fang Yan made a fool of himself in front of the big men of the Red School. When he saw Qi Gong, Just in time for breakfast.
"Hello, Mr. Qi."
"You are Mao Gong's disciple, Xiao Fang."
Qi Gong looked up and down, with kind eyes.
Fang Yan responded and looked at him. This was Qianlong's younger brother, the eighth-generation grandson of the absurd prince Hong Zhou.
Wu Zuxiang asked Fang Yan to sit down. He sat opposite Qi Gong and found that he was not wearing socks on his feet and his ankles were a little swollen.
"What's wrong with your feet?"
"It's just like this steamed bun, it's fermented."
Qi Gong shook his toes, smiled and threw the remaining half of the steamed bun into his mouth inside.
Wu Zuxiang couldn’t laugh or cry, “How is your health lately?”
“I feel so bad.”
Qi Gong winked mischievously at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan was amused, but it made Wu Zuxiang confused. He laughed and cursed: "Why is it a bird?"
"It's a bird, it's just a bird!"
Qigong smiled and said: "Xiao Fang, do you think so?"
Fang Yan looked at the walking joker, smiled without saying a word, and presented "October" with both hands. Supplement to ".
Qi Gong raised his eyebrows when he heard that there was his article in it. He changed his humorous demeanor and started reading it seriously.
Wu Zuxiang said: "Come and have a taste."
Qi Gong withdrew his eyes and discussed "Dream of Red Mansions" with Fang Yan. The spring breeze turned into rain, and the drizzle was silent.
“Cao Xueqin is very good at concealing the truth, using truth in fiction and magic to cover up reality.”
Fang Yan said: “Just like what Zhi Piben commented, things It is true Things, of course, are also described with gaps, twists and turns, smoothness and reverses, reflections, hiddenness and vision, positive and leaps, so that the gray line of grass and snakes, the sound of the empty valley, the sound of one blow and two sounds, the plank road is built openly, and the old warehouse is hidden. …”
"The gray line of grass and snakes can run thousands of miles."
Qi Gong said with great satisfaction: "This kind of narrative that deliberately avoids and magical reality can be seen everywhere in the works, and it is not uncommon, only in the last forty chapters , the flaw was revealed. This is also a place that has been criticized, far inferior to the previous eighty chapters. "
Wu Zuxiang smiled: "What do you think?"
Qi Gong asked: "Have you shown it to Brother Ruchang and others?"
Fang Yan nodded and couldn't help but feel lucky that he had brought a sample of the "October" supplement this time.
"In my opinion, it would be better to take advantage of the opportunity of the red scholars from all over the country to gather at this seminar and discuss it at the seminar."
Qi Gong said seriously: "Then publish it as a result of the seminar. "
Wu Zuxiang smiled and said: "You have more ideas than me. Going a step further, I originally planned to reprint it in the "Journal of Dream of Red Mansions""
"It's conservative, it's conservative. In order to carry forward and inherit Red Learning in the future, we have to rely on young people like Xiao Fang."< br>
Qi Gong waved his hand and cast a meaningful look.
Fang Yan could see some expectation in their eyes.
After all, when the National Red Cross Society was established in 1980, the first honorary president was Shen Yanbing and the first president was Wu Zuxiang.
One is his own mentor.
One is a teacher who teaches "Dream of Red Mansions".
Fang Xiaojiang's position in the Red Society is actually a bit like the "Golden Chanzi" before the reincarnation of Monk Tang, the second disciple of Tathagata Buddha!
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Farewell to Qi Gong and other seniors, Fang Yan was finally free and went to the public phone of Hengshan Hotel.
According to the address Gong Zie wrote in her reply, I called her who was experiencing life in Jiangnan Shipyard.
“Are you coming to Shanghai?”
“Are you surprised? Are you surprised?”
"Why didn't you tell me about this?"
Gong Cie was surprised and happy when he received Fang Yan's call.
Immediately afterwards, she noticed that people passing by were looking at her strangely, their cheeks were slightly red, and their lips were pursed.
Fang Yan explained the situation simply, "Tomorrow I will go to Shanghai Normal University to attend the opening ceremony."
"You are in Xuhui and I am in Luwan, so far away."< br>
Gong Zhen poked the wall with his finger.
Fang Yan said: "How does it compare with the distance between Yanjing and Shanghai?"
"Yes." The corners of Gong Xie's downward mouth instantly rose, his eyebrows curved, "What, you You want to come to me and have sex with me?”
Fang Yan said: "Can I ask Nong to go out to cut wood?"
"Okay...no!" Gong Cie drew a circle on the wall, "It's hard for me to ask for leave now. If you don't The reason, hum..."
The dialect said: "'In the mountains and the sea, in the water and the shore, the two trees are not forests, and there is a heart under the fields.' Don't you want to know what the second half of the sentence is?"
"Humph, you I don’t like to say anything.”
“But I want to say the second part in front of you.”
“Then you, you come here...”
Gong Yue hesitated, "No, I'll go find you. You're not familiar with the place in Shanghai. It would be bad if you get lost."
"Then I'll be at the Hengshan Hotel. We are waiting for you.”
Fang Yan almost laughed when he heard “lost”.
Gong Xie's tone was filled with excitement, "When the time comes, I will take you to eat delicious food, just like you took me to eat delicious food in Yanjing."
< br>Fang Yan said in a joking tone: "What delicious food are you going to take me to eat? I have a very picky mouth."
"If you want to cut it, Allah will cut it~"
Gong Qie blurted out.
Fang Yan said: "When you were in Yanjing, you kept saying that the pork ribs and rice cakes in Shanghai are delicious. I want to try them."
Gong Xie's eyes shone, "Okay. , No matter how delicious the food outside is, it can't be compared with the pork ribs rice cake."
Fang Yan listened quietly to her talking about the taste of the pork ribs rice cake, and a regretful sigh suddenly came from the phone.
"It's a pity. If you want to eat the most authentic and delicious pork ribs rice cake, you have to go to 'Xiandelai'."
"Xiandelai?"
"Yes, there is one in Shanghai. As the saying goes, 'To play in the big world, to eat at Xiandelai', the taste is really delicious!"
Gong Qie is talking about the "Xiandelai" dim sum shop in Huangpu.
The two of them continued chatting along the lines of "Pork Ribs and Rice Cake". If Zhao Jing hadn't asked her to attend the script reading meeting, they would have continued chatting.
Zhao Jing was very curious: "Sister Gong Chou, who are you calling? It took so long?"
"My brother!"
Gong Chou said without changing his expression, "He said he wanted me to call back this week. I’m going home, I’m going to ask Director Song for a leave later.”
Zhao Jing squinted her eyes and glanced at Gong Cie’s fingers stained with white dust on the wall. Something was wrong, very wrong.
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On October 26, the National Academic Symposium on "Dream of Red Mansions" was held as scheduled at Shanghai Normal University.
In addition to the 108 official representatives present, there were also 50 special guests at this six-day Red Learning event.
Among them, Dai Linfeng, Wang Fulin and others came to the scene from the "Dream of Red Mansions" crew formed by CCTV.
Under the recommendation of red scholar Hu Wenbin, I got to know each other with members of the Red Society.
“Mr. Zhou is here!”
“This is Mr. Qi here too!”
“Hey, who is that young man following Mr. Wu and Mr. Jiabao?”
“You don’t even know him. ? Teacher Fang Yanfang!”
With a burst of discussion, the red scholars walked into the venue one after another.
Among the crowd, there was a northern man with a square face and short hair. He was tense and visibly nervous.
"Jie Yi, don't be so nervous."
Feng Qiyong, as the guide, patted him on the shoulder.
"Mr. Feng, I made you laugh."
Ling Jieyi showed an awkward yet polite smile.
"You will gradually adapt to it in the future."
Feng Qiyong waved his hand and said that after all, he was still young and was the second youngest person among the representatives attending this meeting.
Ling Jieyi was curious about who was the youngest representative at the Red Learning Conference. When he asked, he found out that it was dialect.
"As soon as the opening ceremony is over, I will take you to meet him."
Feng Qiyong said: "He has a lot of knowledge in "A Dream of Red Mansions". You two young people have a good time. Let’s talk.”
Ling Jieyi nodded excitedly and looked at the figure sitting in the front row through the gap in the crowd.
Fang Yan glanced around, everyone returned to their places, and the place was quiet.
"Hua Hua Hua."
Amid applause, the opening ceremony was hosted by Feng Qiyong, the current vice president of the Red Society.
The first item is to invite the president of Shanghai Normal University, the organizer of this event, to give an opening speech.
“Comrades:
On behalf of Shanghai Normal University, I would like to express warm congratulations to this meeting and wish the meeting a complete success..."
""A Dream of Red Mansions" is a well-known classical novel in our country. "
"It uses extremely exquisite and accurate words to describe the social life in the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong eras extremely richly and profoundly. There are more than 400 characters written in "Dream of Red Mansions", and quite a few of them have very distinctive personalities. After reading "Dream of Red Mansions", you will know what China's feudal society is, how it is corrupted, how it degenerates, and how it ends. Decline and decline. "
"Some people may say that to understand feudal society, wouldn't it be enough to read history books? ”
“However, most history books use general narrative language, but in Cao Xueqin’s writing, people can see typical real living social life and vividly understand what feudal society is. , how the feudal emperors and bureaucratic landlords maintained their rule, and how the many common people supported the few nobles who were extravagant and spend money like water..."
Except for the sound of voices, the whole place was quiet.
The waiter held the thermos and poured water into the cups one by one.
Fang Yan took out the canned wolfberry from his bag and thought about it while pouring it.
I wonder if "The Great Master Huang Feihong" has been sent?
The supplement of "October" will be released nationwide in two days, and we must make good use of the stage of the National Red Studies Conference...
(End of this chapter)