Chapter 324 The "Autumn Wind" of Forging Iron

"Roots?"

Yu Deli, Lu Shuyou and others looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, and suddenly realized The national and regional culture advocated by Wang Chaoyin and Han Shaogong was first advocated by Fang Xiaojiang. Could it be that he also supports the "localist" cultural line?

In the silence, Fang Yan said with a smile:

“Every literature is born based on the roots and soil of its own culture, such as American ‘black humor’ and American The humorous tradition is related to the 'cowboy' taste."

"The strict control of public opinion in Latin America gave birth to magical realism, as well as the existential literature of Sartre and Camus, which were completely born on the basis of European existential philosophy."

"Another example is Japan, Kawabata Yasunari The 'New Sensation School' has a unique culture of material mourning , and has a profound Zen culture.”

“If Chinese literature wants to go global, it must first understand what its roots are, and then take root and spread.”

Left. Look, look to the right, the people around are still silent, a dead silence.

Fang Yan said: “Of course we need to have a better understanding of the writing techniques and genres of modern Western literature, but no matter how much we follow certain Western writers and genres, and no matter how well we imitate them, it cannot be Chinese originality. ”

Yu Deli said with a straight face, "According to Director Fang, isn't modern Western literature important?"

Fang Yan waved his hand, "What I mean is 'Chinese learning is the body, Western learning is the application'."

Chen Xiaoman He immediately said: "I agree with Yanzi's idea!"

"I agree too!"

Seeing Wang Fu and the others expressing their opinions, Yu Deli came back to his senses and realized that Fang Xiaojiang was the same as Liu Jianqing. , are all middle routes.

Lu Shuyou reserved his opinion, but he did not completely deny the idea of dialect.

“It’s normal to have disagreements, and it’s abnormal to have no disagreements. But I believe there is one thing that everyone will have no disagreements about, and that is that we want to make People’s Literature a literary journal that satisfies the people.” Fang Yan said. , while taking out the manuscript paper from the bag, "This is The New Year's Announcement drafted by Editor-in-Chief Wang will be published in the first issue of this year's "People's Literature" in the name of the 'Editorial Department'."

As soon as these words came out, "It's not just for literature." "——Notice to Readers" manuscript was immediately circulated among everyone.

Fang Yan said: "One more thing, Editor Wang has approved my leave, and I will go to Chengdu in a few days."

"Yanzi, what are you going to Chengdu for? ”

Chen Xiaoman asked the question that everyone present wanted to ask.

Dialect said that the Sichuan Army was assigned to his command, and Wang Meng hoped that he could help "People's Literature" open up in Sichuan and Shu.

"That's really hard work, Director Fang."

Despite Yu Deli's words, he was already happy.

Fang Xiaojiang looks like he wants to be the hands-off shopkeeper!

"During my absence, the editorial department turned to Director Lu."

Fang Yan explained everything, "As for the second issue of "People's Literature", I have also done some work and have made an appointment with someone. The manuscript was finished.”

When they heard that he was going to visit the home of the writer who was going to invite him to write a manuscript, young editors such as Li Dongbao and Zhu Wei took the initiative to invite him.

"Zhu Wei, come with me."

Fang Yan glanced around and nodded his head from the crowd.

"Yes, Teacher Fang!"

Zhu Wei was extremely excited. When he glanced at Li Dongbao, his chin raised unconsciously.

…………

As soon as the lunch break was over, the two left the editorial office of "People's Literature" and came to the open-air parking lot.

Seeing the bright red Citroën, Zhu Wei’s eyes lit up.

As soon as I sat in the passenger seat, it was more like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking up and down, left, and right, and back.

Fang Yan said: "I remember, we met at the symposium on military literature creation."

Zhu Wei nodded repeatedly and said that he and his colleague Ma Wei both attended on behalf of "Chinese Youth" forum.

Ma Weidu...

Fang Yan smiled, "Then how did you get transferred to "People's Literature"?"

"It was recommended by Teacher Wang Fu."

Zhu Wei told the truth, "She was the one who brought me into the industry in the first place. Even "Chinese Youth" was recommended by her."

Fang Yan said: "It seems that Teacher Wang thinks highly of you."

"Teacher Fang "

Zhu Wei said: "I'm not bragging, Teacher Wang, and many colleagues praise me for reading manuscripts quickly and being discerning. Maybe I am a third-rate writer when it comes to writing novels, but I really want it. When it comes to being an editor, I believe I can become a first-class editor.”

"Have ambition!"

Fang Yan smiled and drove to Yonghegong Street.

Zhu Wei said in surprise: "Teacher Fang, are we going to Shi Tiesheng's house?"

Fang Yan asked: "Have you been to Shi Tiesheng's house?"

"Been there before. "Zhu Wei said with regret that Shi Tiesheng's previous works "The Law Professor and His Wife" and "Half Hour for Lunch" were originally intended to be published in "Chinese Youth", but the editorial department felt that the novels were too gloomy and they were directly killed. .

"If you want to say that, I have to kill you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pick up this leak."

Fang Yan got out of the car, carrying the gift, and walking call.

“Iron is born!”

With a "click" sound, the window opened, and Shi Tiesheng poked his head out of the room, his eyes narrowed with laughter.

"Yanzi, you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what happened to you this time?"

"Hey, I won't give you a gift."
< br>Fang Yan raised the package with the peach cake in his hand, "Look who else is here."

Shi Tiesheng looked familiar, looked up and down, and finally recognized him as Zhu Wei from "Chinese Youth".

"How come you two..."

"He and I are colleagues in the same unit now."

Fang Yan said with a smile: "Remember when I came to your house to pay New Year's greetings, I mentioned to you Did you remember that I was transferred to "People's Literature"?"

"Of course you remember!"

Shi Tiesheng suddenly realized, "You are interested in my novel?"
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Fang Yan smiled and said: "How can you say that? Who of us is following the other, not to mention you are tough and loyal! You are enough of a friend! You are willing to go out of your way for your friends! Today, my friend, I am so small, You have to help!"

Seeing the two of them joking around without any airs of a great writer, Zhu Wei was speechless.

Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but laugh: "Cheng Chengcheng, I happen to have a short story on hand, just take it as my inauguration gift to you."

Fang Yan gave a thumbs up and said: "Tiesheng, you are righteous. !"

Shi Tiesheng took out the manuscript from the drawer and handed it over, "You, you knew you were here to hit me."

Fang Yan took a closer look and saw that the title of the novel was "Football".

The content is quite simple. It tells about two disabled people going to watch a football match in their wheelchairs. However, they only have one ticket, so they bet on whether there are steps in front of the stadium. If there are steps, the one without crutches should be given to the person with crutches.

However, the ending does not specify whether there are steps or not. The whole text is a dialogue between two people while rocking a wheelchair on the road.

Discuss the reasons for living, and say from time to time, "It would be great if I had two tickets."

After reading it from beginning to end, I pondered for a moment, "Tiesheng, when I come back from Chengdu, why don't we go to northern Shaanxi to find Lu Yao and Mo Shen to play football?"

"Okay!"

Shi Tiesheng agreed without thinking, "Originally last year I wanted to go to northern Shaanxi to visit the folks in Qingpingwan, but I ended up staying in the hospital for almost half a year. Far away, that time when I went to attend your wedding."

I heard that he was in a depressed mood and spoke in dialect. He smiled and rubbed his fingers, "Hey, don't you deserve the wedding gift as well..."

"What a bastard! You don't beat the wealthy like this!"

Shi Tiesheng Rolling his eyes, "Why don't you do it yourself and write a good article like "Malicious"?"

Fang Yan shrugged helplessly, then chatted for a while, took his leave first, and after finishing his work, he would pick up Shi Tiesheng at home for a meal.

"Haha, okay, let me eat you as a rich man for once!"

Shi Tiesheng waved his hand and watched the car slowly disappear from his sight.

Zhu Wei sat in the car without saying a word. He never dreamed that in one afternoon, Fang Yan would schedule three manuscripts.

Moreover, I took myself to Bai Pier completely deliberately and came into contact with the big names in the Yanjing literary world that I had never been able to come into contact with before.

It was also the first time that I felt Teacher Fang’s terrifying connections in the literary circle. No matter who he was, he had to sell face!

"Zhu Wei, I leave those manuscripts to you just now."

Fang Yan said: "Especially the days when I went to Chengdu."

"Me? ”

Zhu Wei never expected that he would get the privilege of handling the works of famous celebrities.

"Since Teacher Wang Fu is so optimistic about your ability, I also want to meet you, a first-class editor. How about you? Do you dare to follow me?" Fang Yan showed a faint smile.

The editorial department is currently full of people from Yu Deli and Lu Shuyou, and he should at least support and train some of his own people.

“Dare!”

Faced with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhu Wei not only vowed to do it, but even dared to issue a military order.

Maybe many years later, when I think back to this situation, I can’t help but sigh: If Teacher Fang hadn’t personally ordered the generals, I might still be doing odd jobs in "People's Literature". In fact, there is nothing wrong with doing odd jobs. Okay, but the literary world is even more vast for him.

After all, I really want to make progress!

(End of this chapter)