Chapter 344 Carrying the King's Flag (2-in-1)
After staying in the production brigade for a while, Shi Tiesheng took the initiative to act as a guide and took everyone around.
The mountain road was uneven and full of potholes. Fang Yan carefully pushed his wheelchair and walked at the front with Jia Pingwa and Chen Zhongshi.
"Yanzi, you don't know how the entire Northern Shaanxi Writers Association will talk about you as soon as you bring up your 'root-seeking literature'."
Chen Zhongshi paid attention to his steps. Once he found something The stones were kicked to the roadside.
Fang Yan said with a smile: "I read some in the newspaper."
"What you saw is just the tip of the iceberg."
Chen Zhongshi said that the entire northern Shaanxi literary world was in chaos because of him. It became a pot of porridge.
Jia Pingwa added, "What Zhongshi said is not an exaggeration at all. Let's just say that the editorial department of "Chang'an" where I worked before has prepared a whole section on literary theory to discuss it. 'Root-seeking literature'."
Fang Yan said: "I'm afraid that's not enough. It would be best to publish some novels about root-seeking literature."
Jia Pingwa said: "You are talking about the roots. No, the editorial department is like asking me to write a novel about roots."
"That's right!"
" Don't tell me, before you proposed "root-seeking literature", I always thought The Shangzhou series I wrote is regional literature, but according to the theory you gave, all my creations during this period can be regarded as root-seeking novels. "
"Shangzhou series?"
"Yes, it's Shangzhou."
Jia Pingwa explained that he was born and raised in Shangzhou, and Shangzhou is his hometown.
As early as a few years ago, "The Great Master Huang Feihong" came out in dialect, setting off a literary wave rooted in national and regional culture. Being deeply affected, I also set my sights on Shangzhou. This mysterious hometown is beautiful, rich and full of wild and wild food.
Then I couldn't help but sigh, "Only a familiar hometown can allow me to write "The First Record of Shangzhou" so smoothly."
"Then I have to work hard Please read it.”
Fang Yan smiled.
"Originally, I wrote the Shangzhou series with some trepidation. At that time, many critics and editors criticized me for not having enough talent, low style, narrow vision, and self-limitation. But now it's better. As soon as 'Researching the Roots of Literature' came out, my manuscripts were written immediately. It’s so delicious.”
Jia Pingwa couldn’t help but sigh, “To be honest. Yes, Yanzi, no matter what, I want to thank you very much."
"This is not enough." Fang Yan said, "No matter what, we have to have a good meal and celebrate. "
"Yanzi is going to hit you Qiu Feng." Shi Tiesheng smiled innocently with a hint of shrewdness.
“Haha, it’s okay, just come and fight!”
Jia Pingwa said: "When I think of 'root-seeking literature', I feel more responsible when writing about Shangzhou."
Fang Yan said: "Even if I use this passion and pen, You have no regrets about the mountains and rivers in the mall?”
“That’s it. This is the feeling!”
Jia Pingwa vowed to transform the magical and beautiful hometown of Shangzhou into the spiritual spring of his own literature, and to make Shangluo culture an eternal theme in his works, so that Shangluo literature Stand out and shine in the entire root-seeking movement.
“This is a good thing...”
Fang Yan turned around, noticed that Chen Zhongshi had been silent since just now, and cast an inquiring look.
Chen Zhongshi said: "Speaking of root-seeking literature, I have been reflecting on it these days."
"Reflecting?"
Fang Yan, Shi Tiesheng and others looked at each other.
“Yes, I have been writing rural reform literature before, but it seems that I have neglected the land under my feet.”
Chen Zhongshi raised his feet and stepped on the dirt road a few times, raising a faint yellow sand.
Jia Pingwa frowned and said, "No, I heard you mention your legend of the white deer before."
"The legend of the white deer?"
Shi Tiesheng was very curious, and the dialect behind him raised his eyebrows, his eyes twinkling.
"It is a folk legend spread in Bailuyuan." Chen Zhongshiyan introduced it concisely and comprehensively.
Shi Tiesheng asked: "Is there really a place like Bailuyuan in northern Shaanxi?"
"Of course, it is just southeast of Chang'an. Bai Juyi also made the first seven unique works with the theme of Bailuyuan."
Chen Zhongshi said: "He is favored, humiliated, worried and unhappy, so he is allowed to go to the city to run his own business. Going east to look for Qiujing City alone, Bailu Yuantou trusts horses."
The dialect said meaningfully: " Bai Juyi wrote poems for Bai Lu Yuan, so have you ever thought about writing a novel for Bai Lu Yuan?"
Chen Zhongshi nodded, "Originally, it was intended to be like "One Hundred Years of Solitude", where Malzac wrote about Ma Conn? The story of the rise and fall of many small towns and the Buendia family. I will use the "White Deer Plain" as the background to write about the feud between the Bailu family and the retribution of grievances, which continues from generation to generation. ”
Shi Tiesheng asked: "Also write it as magical realism?"
"That was originally the plan, but now I want to combine magical realism with root-seeking literature. What do you think?"
Chen Zhongshi looked left and right.
Jia Pingwa said: "This idea is quite bold! It is also difficult to write!"
Fang Yan said: "But once it can be written, it may be as good as "A Dream of Red Mansions" "A family history novel"
As he spoke, he turned his attention to Chen Zhongshi, "For a writer, what he longs for in this life is probably to spend a period of his life and devote all his energy to writing a novel that is worthy of him, can withstand the test of the times, and never stops writing. I can’t help but feel that it is a work that is ‘born with no regrets’.”
“Yanzi’s words make sense, this is what I want in my life!”
Chen Zhongshi said: “I want to be in my life. before death, If you write a book that can serve as a pillow for your coffin, you will die without regrets."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Isn't such a book..."
Jia Pingwa joked : "What a great Yanzi. You have already booked my Shangzhou series and Lu Yao's "Going to the Big World", and now you are eyeing Tadashi's "White Deer Plain". I really have both Long and Shu."
"And there's my new work!" Shi Tiesheng said with a smile, "He's got us all covered."
"Hahaha."
Seeing them laughing loudly, Gong Jiejing Looking at Fang Yan quietly, he smiled sweetly.
Chen Zhongshi said: "But Yanzi, although we have added fuel to the fire of root-seeking literature, you have to make the strongest fire yourself."
Jia Pingwa nodded in agreement, let's But they are all rolled out from pen and paper, so don’t lose points!
Be energetic!
Shi Tiesheng also has the same view. Since Fang Xiaojiang has set the first fire for root-seeking literature, he should be the one to carry this banner.
"Now I have a science fiction novel on hand to write. After I finish writing this, I will think about root-seeking literature."
Fang Yan is very clear in his heart.
Any literary genre requires not only the support of a theoretical system, but also a large number of works, especially masterpieces.
Just like the reform literature, it began with the initiating work "The Account of Director Qiao's Taking Up the Office" and flourished with the masterpiece "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty".
If Root-Seeking Literature wants to be famous across the country, or even spread far and wide overseas, it must have at least one ceiling-level masterpiece! For people to admire!
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Stayed in northern Shaanxi until the end of the month before returning to Yanjing.
This trip was really fruitful and I returned home with a full load.
After sending Shi Tiesheng and Shi Lan back to Yonghegong Street, it was already dusk and the sky was gradually getting dark.
Fang Yan and Gong Xi left their luggage and other things in their house in Shichahai, and then sent gifts to Han Yuemin's house without stopping.
I saw that the usually empty yard was filled with mats and benches, and at the front was a table with a color TV set.
"Yanzi! Xiaoqiu!"
Fang Hong walked out of the room, surprised and happy. Gong Qian was surprised, "Sister, what is this?"
Fang Hong said that this was a seat reserved by neighbors in advance. Recently, a TV series called "Blood Doubt" was broadcast that attracted no attention.
"The one starring Yamaguchi Momoe and Miura Yuka, right?"
Gong Chou and Fang Yan looked at each other and suddenly realized.
The general content of this Japanese drama is that the innocent and kind-hearted Sachiko Oshima was unfortunately exposed to biochemical radiation in her father's laboratory and contracted blood cancer. She needed constant blood transfusions. As a result, her parents did not match her blood type. The only thing is that her boyfriend Mitsuo Sagara's blood type matches hers.
Oshima Sachiko's special blood type subsequently led to the mystery of her life experience.
It can be said that "Blood Doubt" is the originator of bloody Korean dramas. The various routines in it, such as "hospital swap", "brother and sister love", "incurable disease" and "desperate love", have almost been Later generations of TV dramas about family ethics and misery copied and referenced it in various ways.
For viewers these days, this is the first time they have seen such an explosive TV series.
It is the first time they know that there is an incurable disease like leukemia in the world.
This is also the first time I learned that you can judge whether a relative is biological or not based on their blood type.
The ratings are rising naturally, comparable to "The Temptation of Going Home", "Desire", "My Princess"...
"That's right, it's Momoe Yamaguchi."
Fang Hong said in a joking tone: "That is, the Japanese 'Xiaoqian'."
Gong Qian pursed his lips and said, "Sister, please stop making fun of me."
Fang Hong said: "This is not teasing, you are not from China. 'Momoe Yamaguchi'."
"Ahem!"
Fang Yan pretended to cough a few times, and the topic shifted to the drawing board in her hand.
"Isn't it because "Blood Doubt" became popular? Many people came to the store and asked if they had the same clothes as the male and female protagonists."
Fang Hong said: "I'm going to design it. , and then leave it to Yue Min to do it."
Fang Yan asked: "What about your work on the Dream of Red Mansions crew?"
"Busy! How could I not be busy!" Fang Hong shook his head and said with a smile: "After finishing this, I will continue to work on the costume design of Dream of Red Mansions. I must come up with 48 sets of design drawings within 15 days. .”
Dialect said: "Oh, that was really hard work!"
"It's hard work, but it's worth it. No matter what, we have to make "Dream of Red Mansions" a success! We can't let the national audience down!"
Fang Hong's tone was firm.
Fang Yan smacked his lips. Later generations of people who filmed "A Dream of Red Mansions" had this attitude, and it was not as if one Dai was inferior to another.
I thought that Li Shaohong's version of "Dream of Red Mansions" was already terrible, but I didn't expect that there would be a master whose version was worse than hers.
The good reputation Hu Mei gained in dramas such as "Yongzheng Dynasty", "Han Wu Emperor", and "Qiao Family Courtyard" were all lost in "A Dream of Red Mansions: A Good Marriage". Sure enough, the more It is not unreasonable to shoot masterpieces as early as possible.
While thinking, the neighbors came to the yard one after another.
Some were holding needlework in their hands, some were holding enamel cups for tea, and they were even holding rice bowls, eating and watching.
At this time, the theme song "Thank You" sung by Momoe Yamaguchi was played on the TV.
Although those present did not understand Japanese, some people imitated the song and sang along, "Wata Xilu, this Wana".
After delivering the gifts, Fang Yan and Gong Xie returned home. The young couple closed the door and lay on the bed watching "Blood Doubt".
“What, you want to learn a foreign language too?”
“I think, maybe I can use it in the future.”
“How about I teach you? ”
"You're so busy, so don't give up. I'll ask Ruoxue and Yoko."
"It's okay. They teach during the day, and I'll teach at night. Today I'll learn the first word, Yazhidie..."
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It is March in the world, and flowers are blooming and butterflies are dancing.
Gong Zhen was so soft all over that he got up early as usual and played a set of Taiyi Boxing in the yard.
Then, I took a watering can with a long spout and watered the flowers and plants planted in the flower bed. The petals and leaves were covered with small crystal raindrops.
Under the bright sunshine, her face was as charming and rosy as Gong Cie's.
Through the window, Fang Yan looked at it for a while, then put the unfinished "Artificial Intelligence" on the table into his bag and walked out of the house.
“It’s a rare Sunday. Today we won’t light a fire at home. Let’s go out to eat.”
“Okay!”
Gong Qiao smiled and said, "Why don't you pack your breakfast and go directly to Nanluoguxiang? Just in time to bring gifts to our mother and Yanzi."
Fang Yan did not drive a Citroen CX20 this time, but instead rode a bicycle The motorcycle then drove quickly to Nanluogu Lane.
As soon as the roar of the engine sounded in the alley, Fang Yan trotted all the way from home to the old locust tree at the door.
“Brother! Sister-in-law!”
“Swallow!”
Gong Yan touched her head and said, "It looks like she has grown again."
"Hey, it's just a little bit." Fang Yan straightened her back, "Sister-in-law, you guys brought me the food from northern Shaanxi this time." What good stuff? "
"Looking at how anxious you are, let's go inside first."
Fang Yan strode into the lobby and saw that the TV was still on and the first episode of "Blood Doubt" was playing. content.
Gong Chou let out a light sigh, surprised and suspicious.
Yang Xia explained that this was all thanks to the video recorder and blank video tapes sent by Han Yuemin. With this equipment, you don't have to worry about accidentally missing the show when you are watching the show. You can rely on the video tape to watch replays.
"Someday I will ask my brother-in-law to bring me one from eastern Guangdong."
Fang Yan said: "If there are any new things, I will give you one too."< br>
Yang Xia Smiling Yingying said: "I don't want any of these gifts. The gift I want most is to give me a big fat grandson."
"I, I will go to the kitchen to get a bowl for breakfast." Gong Xie's cheeks were slightly red. , and walked away quickly in shame.
Seeing that her brother and sister-in-law were "in trouble", Fang Yan rolled her eyes and said strangely:
"Brother, please do me a favor!"
"What favor?"
“Can you take me to bring my ID card when you have time?”
“ID card?!”
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows and found out after asking.
Now there are notices posted in alleys, and news has been published in newspapers. Pilot projects will be carried out in Yanjing, Tianjin, Shanghai and other places to start issuing the first generation of resident ID cards. However, because of the Printing and photographic reproduction techniques are used, so they can be easily counterfeited.
“Our teacher said that maybe we will have to use ID cards when we take the college entrance examination.”
Hearing Fang Yan’s words, Yang Xia’s attention was immediately drawn to “ College entrance examination" and "ID card".
Fang Yan secretly gave a thumbs up, "Okay, take some time tomorrow and let's do it together as a family!"
After breakfast, I returned to my old room and wrote the first draft of "Artificial Intelligence" while thinking about it in my mind:
Which work can be worthy of being "a masterpiece of root-seeking literature" What about his name?
(End of this chapter)