Chapter 337 Going to Northern Shaanxi on Back of Steel
Four days have passed since the first day of official revision of "Stewardess".
Wang Shuo was "locked" in the "little dark room" of the Humanities Club, living a life of pain and despair every day.
After some "beating" by dialect, Longchang finally realized that literature is not so easy to come by.
Finally, it was March 17th, the day when Dialect was about to set foot in northern Shaanxi.
"Sister-in-law, I will leave Wang Shuo to you and Zhu Wei."
At Yanjing Railway Station, Fang Yan entrusted him solemnly.
"You can leave it to us with confidence, Yanzi."
Chen Xiaoman glanced at Gong Qie and Shi Tiesheng, "Be sure to pay attention to safety on the road."
>Fang Yan nodded, and then entered the train station with Gong Xie, Shi Lan and Shi Tiesheng. They saw a huge crowd of people, with people arguing loudly in every corner.
The station staff responsible for maintaining order seemed to be used to all this, raising their voices and shouting as hard as they could.
“Give way, please give way!”
Gong Qiang carried the suitcase and walked at the front to clear the way, while looking after Shi Lan, who was traveling far away for the first time.
Fang Yanze stood behind and acted as a porter for Shi Tiesheng, half pushing and half carrying him along the way. Thanks to the help of a police officer, he was able to smoothly carry Shi Tiesheng and his wheelchair onto the train bound for northern Shaanxi. The train arrived at their soft sleeper location.
"You and Tiesheng will sleep on the lower bunk, and Xiaolan and I will sleep on the upper bunk. This is safer."
Gong Zhen said as he placed his luggage again.
Shi Tiesheng readily agreed, and he and Shi Lan cast their gaze out the window, feeling excited.
“Woooooo!”
With the rough whistle, the green leather train started slowly, and the whole person’s thoughts had drifted far away, as if they had drifted to Qingping Bay.
“Come, drink some water.”
Fang Yan took out an old-fashioned military kettle and poured it for Gong Zhen and the others one by one.
When it was Shi Tiesheng's turn, his body swayed with the bumps of the carriage, and his mind also swayed:
"Yanzi, thank you."
"That must be done well. Thank me."
Fang Yan said in a joking tone: "You are a lot heavier than before, but it is much harder to carry!"
Shi Tiesheng laughed loudly, "This is called 'broad-hearted and fat-bodied'."
Seeing that they were chatting, Gong Jie also took Shi Lan's hand and started chatting, asking her to Tight nerves relax.
"Continue writing science fiction novels?"
Shi Tiesheng was surprised, "I thought you would continue to work hard in the field of criminal reasoning and write a better realistic work than "Malice" ."
" No way, compared to mystery novels, science fiction literature is more urgent." Dialect shrugged, "Now is a critical period for revitalizing science fiction literature. As for criminal mystery, we must first create a journal dedicated to publishing mystery novels. That’s it.”
Shi Tiesheng took a sip of water: "The Humanities Society has the intention to launch a publication?"
Fang Yan shook his head with a smile on his face, as if he had everything under control.
The two then chatted about domestic and foreign writers and literature. The topic became more and more divergent, and soon attracted the attention of a passing young man.
Wearing glasses and being gentle and polite, one can tell at a glance that he is a "literary male" who loves literature.
“Are you journalists?”
"It can't be said that he is a reporter..."
Shi Tiesheng hesitated.
The male literary youth's eyes were full of heat: "Is that the editor of the magazine?"
Shi Tiesheng smiled when he saw Fang Yan and said nothing, and narrowed his eyes: "I'm not, he is."
Unexpectedly, the male literary youth did not dwell on the dialect as he wished. Instead, he asked in detail: "Then what do you do?"
Shi Tiesheng's face turned red and he could only say that he was writing some articles and could get some royalties.
Fang Yan covered his mouth and suppressed laughter. At this time, no one engaged in literary creation was embarrassed to say that he was a writer, not to mention Shi Tie's sullen face.
When others ask, they all start talking nonsense.
He was the only one who, with all his talents, was blocked by this small problem.
Gong Tie tugged on the silk scarf covering his face and reminded in a low voice: "Okay, don't just watch." Fang Yan smiled and smoothed things over for Shi Tiesheng and said: "He is a screenwriter. He writes Screenwriter of the movie script.”
“Movie screenwriter!”
The male literary youth was in awe of the two people in front of him. Just when he was about to ask more questions, the flight attendant pushed a trolley and appeared in time.
"Beer, drinks, mineral water, cigarettes, melon seeds and eight-treasure porridge, come on, comrade, give in..."
"How to sell peanuts?"
Watching the literary young man leave wisely, Fang Yan bought some peanuts for everyone and chatted while eating.
Shi Tiesheng peeled off the peanuts, "Yanzi, why do you say I am a 'movie screenwriter'?"
"Aren't you?"
Fang Yan said with a smile: " Have you forgotten that you adapted your work "A Corner Without the Sun" into a movie?"
Shi Tiesheng slapped his forehead: "Why did I forget about this? If someone asks me again in the future, I will. That’s the answer!”
Fang Yan threw the peanuts into his mouth and said, "Our destination this time is Xiying Film Studio. As a screenwriter, you are also a professional counterpart."
As soon as these words came out, the whole room burst into laughter. There were bursts of laughter.
…………
The closer to northern Shaanxi, the calmer Shi Tiesheng’s heart became.
Fang Yan pushed the wheelchair out of the train station and met Mo Shen who had been waiting for a long time.
"Old Mo!"
"Hey, Yanzi, and Tiesheng!"
"This is Tiesheng's sister, Xiaolan."
Fang Yanhe Gong Qie looked at each other, "As for this one..."
"It's time to call me younger brother and sister instead."
Mo Shen apologized, "I really couldn't get away at that time. I couldn't go to Yanjing to attend your wedding."
Gong Jie shook his head, glanced at Fang Yan, and saw that he had changed the topic to Wu Tian On the name, "Why can't he be seen?"
Mo Shen said: "Director Wu asked me to apologize. I have something to do and I can't come to greet him in person. You."
Fang Yan asked: "Is there something big going on at Xiying Studio?"
"It's not big or small. The boss has instructed Xinying Studio to organize a film creation conference with the theme of 'Orientation'. "Great Northwest, pioneering a new type of western film", when the time comes, film critics, directors, and screenwriters from all over the country will be invited to participate. ”
Mo Shen said: "You guys will definitely be indispensable."
Shi Tiesheng was very interested: "This is really early, it's better to come by chance, we can all hit it."
"That's right."
Mo Shen He lowered his voice and said: "Guixi Factory and Eying Factory have called you in the past two days, asking if you will come to attend this conference."
Fang Yan vaguely guessed their purpose, and they probably all went for it. "Midnight Ring", and the commercialization of entertainment films.
After all, after the "People's Daily" published a news comment that "Science and technology are the primary productive forces", science fiction literature became popular. "Science Fiction World" and "Midnight Ring", which rekindled the fire of science fiction literature, are naturally highly sought after. , popular all over the country.
Sales and popularity are rising, and it is difficult not to trigger a frantic rush by studios across the country!
"Yanzi, hehe, do you think our Xiying Studio has such a chance?" Mo Shen had a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Let's finish the filming of "Da Qin" first. The road must be taken step by step. If you take big steps, it will be easy to lose your temper."
Fang Yan patted his shoulder and said softly. : "How did you go about the thing I asked you to do?"
Mo Shen smiled and said, "Okay, let's go play football."
Shi Tiesheng looked left and right, "What are you two whispering about?"
< br>Fang Yan smiled: "We are discussing which university we want to play football at."
"Yes, that's right."
Mo Shen said with confidence that the place to play football is Settled at Northwestern University.
When he heard the name of the school, Shi Tiesheng suddenly froze, his eyes dull, as if he had stopped thinking.
(End of this chapter)