Chapter 343 The standard configuration of a great writer
"Teacher Fang, I wrote a novel."
Zhong Acheng said it in detail, and the content was probably that Wang Yisheng was originally a chess major in the chess academy The chess player, who had a full meal every day and a shiny face, gradually lost his passion for chess. However, after going to the countryside to join the team, he experienced hunger, labor and other situations, and finally picked up his love for chess.
Fang Yan was immediately interested, hey, isn't this "The King of Chess"!
"At the symposium that day, after listening to your talk about 'root-seeking literature', I always felt that "The King of Chess" was like a roots-seeking novel, but I didn't feel like it." Zhong Acheng said in a sincere tone, "I can't help it. I wonder what you think..."
Fang Yan asked: "You don't think it's like a root-seeking novel, is it because there is no specific description of national and regional culture?"
Zhong Acheng nodded repeatedly, I am afraid that except for chess, there is no trace of chess in "The King of Chess". Something related to traditional Chinese culture.
“The scope of root-seeking literature is not so narrow, as long as it is a treasure belonging to the Chinese civilization.”
Fang Yan smiled, “Just like in my "The Grandmaster Huang Feihong", martial arts and Lion dance is one of the symbols of Chinese culture. "
He stopped and turned to look at Zhong Acheng, "So why can't your "The King of Chess" be regarded as a roots-finding novel? "
This time, like Huang Zhong Dalu, his whole person suddenly became enlightened.
"Teacher Fang, I understand!"
"Anything related to the traditional culture of the Chinese nation, whether intangible or tangible, is the root of Chinese literature!"
“This scope can be expanded further, such as regional dialects.”< br>
Fang Yan said: "Not long ago, I collected a love story about a stewardess and a demobilized navy soldier. It was originally an ordinary love story, but because the narrative style had the flavor of a Beijing movie, ', this kind of 'Beijing-flavored novel' can also be regarded as root-seeking literature."
Zhong Acheng couldn't help but marvel, "Then this scope is really big, it's all-encompassing."
"Yes, it's all-encompassing."
Fang Yan said, "Actually, it's not just our country that has In search of roots in literature, every country in the world has its own journey of searching for roots, especially in third world countries. Like Latin American magical realism, it also relies on the weird and mysterious ancient civilization of India.”
When Zhong Acheng heard that “root-seeking literature” was also connected with world literature, he became more and more excited:
< br>"Teacher Fang, can you help me read this article "The King of Chess"?"
"Did you bring the manuscript with you?"
"Yes, yes, it's in my bag!"
"The roll is very neat, and there are not many traces of modification. It looks like You wrote it very smoothly."
Fang Yan took it and saw that it was not very long.
Zhong Acheng said sincerely that he spent three nights writing "The King of Chess", almost in one go, and every word was not easy.
"Yes, yes, but how did you come up with the idea of writing this manuscript?"
Fang Yan asked about the motivation for writing.
Zhong Acheng was even more blunt, "It's mainly for the royalties. I have a wife and children to support at home, and I'm a long-time smoker myself. I can't live without smoking, so I can't afford the salary and can't live my life." I was so nervous that I thought of writing a novel..."
As he spoke, even he felt embarrassed and touched his nose awkwardly.
“Teacher Fang, am I too vulgar?”
"What's wrong with being vulgar? It's better to be vulgar. Only by being vulgar can we be down-to-earth and closer to the common people."
Fang Yanle said: "I am also a vulgar person. When I devoted myself to literature, I just wanted to make a career. Just return to the city as soon as possible."
When Zhong Acheng heard this, the psychological baggage that was suppressing him disappeared and he smiled with relief.
"Okay, I will accept this manuscript."
Fang Yan said: "As for whether it can be published in "People's Literature", I can't give an immediate answer, but I What I can guarantee you is that "The King of Chess", as a work of 'root-seeking literature', will definitely be published in a literary magazine. You don't have to worry about this at all."
"Thank you, Teacher Fang!"
Zhong Acheng couldn't help but thank him. His first work was published in "People's Literature". He didn't dare to have such a daydream of reaching the sky in one step.
Fang Yan put the manuscript into his briefcase, hummed a tune, and walked briskly back to Gong Zhen and Shi Tiesheng.
Shi Tiesheng asked: "Looking at you like this, have you run into something good again?"
"I got a good article." Fang Yan was elated, "Of course, it's not as good as the one we conceived. "Untouchable"
"Yanzi, I think it's a little too early for you to be happy."
Shi Tiesheng joked: "Don't forget you told me that you made an appointment with Jia Pingwa and Chen Zhongshi to meet at Qingping Bay."< br>
…………
Yancuan, Qingping Bay.
The place where Shi Tiesheng went to the countryside to jump in the queue was such an ordinary small mountain village in northern Shaanxi.
The journey was long, so Fang Yan asked Gong Xie to take good care of Shi Lan while he pushed the wheelchair here for Shi Tiesheng.
There are very few trees. There are only a few trees on any mountain, and there are none as thick as a bowl.
“Only when building a new cellar or making a coffin, one or two trees are put down.” “If anyone can make a coffin with thin cypress boards, everyone will admire it, within a radius of dozens of miles. It will all spread..."
When he arrived in the village, Shi Tiesheng suddenly started chatting and introduced excitedly.
Even though this is not the place where he jumped in line, Fang Yan can still feel a sense of familiar familiarity.
In sight, children who went into the mountains to look for wild vegetables were returning to the village one after another. The older ones were pulling the younger ones, and the younger ones were pulling the younger ones. Each of them had a small basket in their arms. The children are filled with bitter vegetables, amaranth, garlic, etc., and there are even those who pick up cow dung.
One by one, they followed the herd, chattering.
Shi Tiesheng suddenly found a familiar face in the crowd and shouted, "Liu Xiao'er!"
Liu Xiao'er was stunned and looked up and down at the man who called him by his nickname. I've seen it somewhere but can't remember.
Shi Tiesheng announced his family name, "I am the 'Brother Tiesheng' who raises cattle in the team!"
"Brother Tiesheng?!"
After being reminded, Liu Xiaoer finally remembered Shi Tiesheng was filled with surprises.
After greeting each other for a while, Shi Tie asked confusedly: "Is the Qingping River still flowing?"
"It is flowing!" Liu Xiaoer giggled.
"Is my red bull still alive?"
"Yes! He's old."
Shi Tiesheng can't imagine how old the red bull, which is full of energy, will be. What is it like.
"Does your grandpa still like to sing?"
"Singing for one day's price."
"Are you still singing "Walking to the West Exit"?"
"Singing."
"What about "Lan Gong Tiao"?"
"Singing everything."
“Don’t you sing when you are sad?”
"Eh?! Who said that?"
As they walked, everyone quietly watched Shi Tiesheng, Liu Xiaoer and other children chatting about things in the village, talking and laughing.
Shi Lan looked around, "This is the Qingping Bay described by my brother."
"This is also the root of your brother's literature."
After Fang Yan said this Then he asked Liu Xiaoer if he had seen any trace of Jia Pingwa and others.
Liu Xiaoer replied: "Several strangers have come to the village today, and they are over there with the brigade! I will take you there!"
When they arrived at the brigade, they saw Jia Pingwa and Chen Zhongshi standing there. At the door, it was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time.
"Yanzi, you are finally here!"
"Yes, I am thinking about whether I should go to the village to pick you up at Pingwa."
"… …”
Looking at everyone's impatient expressions, Fang Yan knew in his heart that he couldn't wait to discuss "root-seeking literature".
After all, although "a hundred flowers bloom" in the domestic literary world, it is no longer serious literature and pure literature that bloom the most.
Especially pure literature, from scar literature to reflective literature, has begun to turn from prosperity to decline and has entered a bottleneck period since its rise.
As for local literature, reform literature, and educated youth literature, various literary genres have matured and it is difficult for them to make new breakthroughs. Unlike a vibrant popular literature, it can give people a refreshing feeling. .
Various themes have been written to pieces, and continuing to create can only be based on the wisdom of others.
As a result, some people will start to look abroad, such as "magic realism".
This is why, as soon as Fang Xiaojiang’s “Root-Seeking Literature” was reported, it immediately attracted the attention of countless writers across the country and became highly sought after.
I am like the guiding light of Chinese literature, once again pointing out a broad road to a new world for Chinese writers.
And all "great writers" or "literary men", without exception, either lead literary trends, such as the vernacular movement, or are iconic figures of a certain literary type or literary group, and others The originator of a literary genre.
Obviously, Fang Xiaojiang has touched the corner of the "great writer".
(End of this chapter)