Chapter 238 Mr. Lu Xun also said
“Seeing the smoke rising again brings back my memories.”
“May you turn into a colorful cloud and fly into my dreams.”
On the tape recorder, "Seeing the Smoke Again" was playing.
Gong Tie held the White Rabbit toffee in his mouth, holding the script of "Under the Bridge" in one hand, and carefully writing biographies of the characters in the other.
"Dong dong dong."
With a knock on the door, Mother Gong pushed the door open and entered.
Gong Qie turned off the radio and looked back, and saw Gong's mother holding old women's clothes in her hands. She was immediately surprised and happy.
“These are the only pieces of old clothes you have.”
“Enough, enough!”
"Don't look at it in a hurry. Tell me honestly, what do you want these old clothes from a few years ago?"
"I'm going to use them as costumes."
Gong Xie She said that although the clothes made for her by the crew had been "distressed", she and Bai Chen felt that they were still too "new" and they might as well use their own old clothes.
"So, you still decide to act in this movie?"
Mother Gong glanced at the script on the table and frowned.
Gong Yue said: "Mom, don't worry about you and Abba. There won't be any negative impact. On the contrary, this is a good opportunity for me to break through myself. I have to cherish it."
"Alas. , Forget it, it’s up to you.”
Gong’s mother changed the subject. "But you have to promise me something."
Gong Qie stopped picking out clothes and asked, "What's the matter?"
"After filming "Under the Bridge", put this career aside first After all, we must put the marriage first.”
"Mom, you're here again."
"What does 'I'm here again' mean? There are many major events in life, not just performance, career, but also marriage."
Mother Gong held her daughter's hand and refused to let her leave.
Gong Qie has a headache. Whenever he is at home, he can't escape from asking questions every day, either urging him to get married or urging his partner.
“You can do whatever you want at any age. The most important thing for you now is to find a partner. Otherwise, the older you get, the harder it will be to find someone.”
"..."
"Don't fool me with your late marriage!"
"Look at Zhao Jing, she has been married for several years."
" If you have the right one, don’t waste this fate. "
"To put it bluntly, if you are married and have a partner, even if "Under the Bridge" really has a bad influence on you, it doesn't matter. There’s someone.”
Mother Gong patted the back of her hand.
“I’m not afraid of any rumors.”
Gong Zhen’s eyes were firm.
“Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.”
Gong’s mother said: “In the unlikely event, who will be responsible for this?”
"Anyway, someone will be responsible, so you don't have to worry."
Gong Xie's eyes turned and he showed a sly smile.
"Who is it? Who will be responsible?!"
Gong's mother was shocked, surprised and suspicious, "Xiao Yue, do you have a partner? Tell your mother quickly, what's going on? Have you?”
“I’m going to change clothes first”
Gong Zhen took his clothes and ran out immediately.
“Where did you go to change clothes? This is your room!”
Gong’s mother laughed out loud when she saw her hurriedly leaving figure. Thinking back to her red face, It's completely self-inflicted.
Suddenly, my anxious heart was relieved.
I don’t know, who is Xiaoqi’s target?
Are you handsome or not? Handsome or not? Do you have any talent?
While thinking about it, I was cleaning up the mess in the room for Gong Chou. When I got to the table, I saw a pile of dialect novels, sandwiched between them, a newspaper, which published the results of the first Mao Dun Literary Award.
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December 15th, today is the day when the award ceremony of the first Mao Dun Literature Award will be held. The specifications of this award ceremony are higher than those of the National Award Ceremony for Outstanding Short and Novels. One level higher.
The Mao Dun Literary Award is the first literary award in China named after an individual. It will be held at the Great Hall of the People.
A total of 600 people from the literary and artistic circles witnessed the glory!
Faced with thunderous applause, Fang Yan stood in a row with Gu Hua, Wei Wei and others, holding a copper medal and certificate.
The camera lens has been pointed at them.
The young face of Dialect is undoubtedly the focus among award-winning writers, but it is not the only focus.
This time, the Literary Hunan Army stole the show!
Among the seven winners, Gu Hua and Mo Yingfeng, two Hunan soldiers, occupied two seats for their works "Furong Town" and "General's Song".
And let’s talk about it, the prose master learned from Shen Congwen’s dialect, so he is not considered a member of the Hunan Army, he must be half of it no matter what.
As soon as the award ceremony was over, Gu Hua hugged Fang Yan directly.
“Yanzi!”
“Old Gu, haha!”
Both of them had smiles on their faces as they reunited after a long absence. "Let's have a good gathering tonight!"
"No problem, in my opinion, it's better to buy good wine and food, and then go to Tiesheng's house. Let’s have a good time together.”
“Okay, that’s it. It's settled!"
Gu Hua said: "When the time comes, I will definitely talk to you about the 'roots of literature'. Do you know that because of this, Shao Gong has not been able to do anything in the past few months? Don’t go to western Hunan to explore the culture of Xiangchu. ”
"That's right!"
Fang Yan was greatly surprised.
Gu Hua nodded, "He went to the Miao village you mentioned. When he came back, he told me that he had found the living Xiangchu culture, and then went to the Dong, Yao, and Tu cultures in western Hunan. Family..."
The two were talking when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.
“What are you talking about?”
"Mr. Ding Ling!"
Fang Yan and Gu Hua turned around and saw Li Yaotang in the lead, with Shen Congwen, Ding Ling, Li Qingquan, Xu Gang and others standing on the left and right.
"Hello, Mr. Ba!"
"Hello, Mr. Li!"
"..."
Seeing them greeting each other politely, Li Yaotang turned to look at Ding Ling, "Old Ding, if I remember correctly, the two of them are classmates in the literature class, both..."
" The fifth batch of students.”
Ding Ling said with a smile: “Speaking of which, the creative writing class of the Literature Institute has been restored for several sessions, but When it comes to grades, Xiaofang and Xiaogu are the best students in the fifth period.”
“They are the students in the fifth period after all!”
Li Qingquan, Xu Gang and others. When the people in the training center heard this, they felt a sense of pride and smiled. After all, there were two Mao Dun Literature Award winners among the students in these five periods.
"What were you discussing just now?"
Ding Ling, as the founder and first principal of the Literature Institute, looked at the two students Fang Yan, her eyes filled with relief.
Fang Yan then told the truth truthfully, speaking eloquently.
“What I am talking about is not a nostalgia and local concept, nor is it a stop at the use of dialects, idioms, etc., but a re-understanding of the national culture, a re-examination of the land under our feet, and a review of these, Maybe you will have a new literary consciousness.”
“That’s why you mentioned ‘Lingnan literature’ and ‘Cantonese novels’ and wrote martial arts novels related to Lingnan culture.”
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Shen Congwen, Wan Jiabao and others looked at each other.
“Martial arts novel!?”
Everyone who heard this news for the first time was surprised.
"Yanzi, why did you think of writing martial arts novels?"
Xu Gang was puzzled.
Fang Yan looked at his anxious look, just like he saw in martial arts novels, when an elder from a well-known and decent family suddenly devoted himself to a demonic cult when he saw his most proud disciple, and he immediately explained.
This martial arts novel is not that martial arts novel.
What I write is neither the martial arts novel of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School of the Republic of China, nor the martial arts novel in the sense of the Xiangjiang New School.
It is a historical novel based on Chinese martial arts culture.
It’s called Jian Shi Gai, no, it’s called a variation of “historical literature”.
"I have also taken the time to read Xiao Fang's novel these days. To be precise, it is a historical novel in the guise of martial arts."
Li Yaotang spoke kindly and praised it repeatedly.
Ding Ling said: "After hearing what Xiao Fang said, I would like to read this martial arts novel."
"Me too."
Li Qingquan Rao Interested and curious, Dialect and "October", as promoters of magical realism, did not go into depth on "magical realism" and launch a series of representative works.
"Mr. Li, in fact, the core of 'Latin American Magical Realism' coincides with the view that 'literature should be rooted in national and regional culture' that I mentioned."
Fang Yan looked around, Qing Clear your throat.
Gu Hua saw that he was facing all the giants in the literary world without any stage fright, talking about the rich and diverse mythology and folk traditions of Latin America, as well as the magical and realistic characteristics of Latin American art.
“It is precisely because of this national cultural soil that magical realism literature can take root in Latin America.”
“It is also because of magical realism literature that Latin American mythology Folk cultural traditions can always be inherited and carried forward.”
"So, rather than learning the 'skin' of magical realism, I want to learn the 'god' of magical realism first, and think about how to root literature in the land of Chinese national culture."
Dialect’s throat is dry and slightly hoarse.
"Yes, that's right."
Shen Congwen was filled with emotion, saying that when he was writing "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes", he often had such thoughts.
“A nation’s own past is easy to forget, but also not so easy to forget.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
"Yes, Mr. Lu Xun once said that only the soul of the people is valuable. Only when it is carried forward can China make real progress." Li Yaotang said, "This soul is called the 'national soul' '."
See everyone talking about it. Discussing, he said in dialect: "What Mr. Ba said is, as Mr. Lu Xun also said, only what belongs to the nation belongs to the world!"
Li Yaotang and Ding Ling heard him quoting Mr. Lu Xun's words, and one by one they Everyone smiled heartily and turned their attention to him.
In my eyes, I feel like my own child has grown up.
This is Mr. Mao’s closed disciple!
Similarly, he is not his named disciple!
(End of this chapter)