"Farewell My Concubine."
"Farewell My Concubine, what a good name."
Li Yaotang murmured several times in his mouth, his eyes always focused on the pages of manuscripts in Fang Yan's hand.
When the dialect turns a page, Li Yaotang will read another page. The manuscript paper he has read will then be passed to Li Xiaolin to read. The father and daughter are immersed in it.
Especially Li Yaotang, who suffers from Parkinson's syndrome, his hands will tremble unconsciously even when he is relaxed, but as if nothing happened, he did not notice at all, his eyes were as bright as fire. Staring at "Farewell My Concubine".
"Yanzi, are you writing root-seeking literature?"
Li Xiaolin looked up, with a bit of shock in her tone.
Fang Yan nodded with a smile and said that ever since he proposed "the roots of literature", he has always wanted to write a representative work of root-seeking literature.
"Yours is indeed a masterpiece of root-seeking literature, Peking Opera culture, opera art, and a span of more than 60 years..."
Li Xiaolin couldn't help but sigh.
"Not only that, it also includes the mutual interplay of yin and yang and the five elements."
Li Yaotang's hands trembled slightly, "Cheng Dieyi is pomegranate wood, and Duan Xiaolou's nickname is 'little stone', which belongs to earth. He is a native of wood, so Duan Xiaolou succeeds Cheng Dieyi, but Jin overcomes wood. He is destined to die under the Overlord's sword."
Fang Yan said: "See you, Mr. Gao!"
Li Yaotang praised: "This is really an excellent article written by a master, Xiao Fang, your accomplishments in novels have improved again."
“This is not entirely due to me alone, but also thanks to the co-writer I mentioned to you, Li Bihua.”
Fang Yan said: "The people over in Xiangjiang believe in the art of Feng Shui, so it will be mixed with yin and yang and the five elements."
Li Yaotang showed a pleased smile, recited "root-seeking literature" several times, and suddenly turned to look at his daughter :
“Has Harvest published any works on root-seeking literature during this period?”< br>
“Yes, and there are quite a few!”
Li Xiaolin said, not only the Harvest, but also the Shanghai literary world including Shanghai Literature, and even the entire East China literary world. A bunch of root-seeking novels have emerged that are as good as Jia Pingwa’s “Shangzhou Series” and Zheng Wanlong’s “Strange Stories from a Foreign Land Series”.
Among them, the most famous is undoubtedly the "Gekawa River Series" published in "West Lake".
However, the fly in the ointment is that although the "root-seeking literature" proposed by Dialect has become very popular across the country, with strong ideological trends and frequent production of excellent works, it lacks a masterpiece like "Farewell My Concubine", even if Even "The King of Chess" cannot bear this weight.
"So it seems that you have made up the most important part for yourself."
Li Yaotang asked: "Have you thought about whether this "Farewell My Concubine" will be published in Which publisher? ”
“I haven’t decided yet”
Fang Yan explained that the top priority now is to prepare a national literature seminar, and the theme of the discussion is "root-seeking literature."
When the time comes, we hope to bring together the root-seeking writers who have stood out so far, as well as editors, literary critics, literary theorists, etc. who are interested in root-seeking literature, to discuss together and systematize "root-seeking literature" ization and determine the general theoretical framework.
Just like magical realism, in this way, "root-seeking literature" can form a real literary genre.
"I didn't expect you would think so far..."
Li Yaotang looked more surprised than he had seen "Farewell My Concubine".
Li Xiaolin was also shocked, but after thinking about it, she actually felt that it made sense:
"Dad, I think Yanzi just mentioned the idea of forming a literary genre of root-seeking literature, which is quite good."
"Tell me about it."
Li Yaotang cast an inquiring look.
Li Xiaolin analyzed the literary trends and routes in today's literary world. More and more writers have chosen Western literary schools, and even a group of writers who call themselves "avant-garde literature" have been born. However, domestic contemporary literature has There is no local genre that can compete with it.
Li Yaotang nodded and said: "What you said is not unreasonable. Most of the starting points of modern and contemporary literature are learning from the West, but when it comes to our own literary schools, whether it is the 'Yam Egg School' or the 'Lotus Lake School', both It’s rooted in the land of China.”
Fang Yan smiled and said nothing and took a sip of tea.
Li Xiaolin asked: "Is this seminar organized by People's Literature?"
"That was my original plan."
Fang Yan changed the topic. Harvest and People's Literature are invited to jointly organize this national seminar on root-seeking literature. "Invite us?" Li Yaotang and Li Xiaolin looked at each other.
"Yes, since it is a national seminar, of course it must be open to the whole country."
Dialect said that "People's Literature" and "Harvest" are both the palaces of Chinese literary journals, Yibei One south, complementing each other.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we jointly held a "Gathering of Heroes" composed of young writers and critics from the North and the South?
“This is not a good idea.”
Li Yaotang's eyes lit up, "Xiao Lin, you are the editor of "Harvest", what do you think?"
"Dad, I am only the editor, not the editor-in-chief. How can I make the decision?"
Li Xiaolin pursed her lips and said, "Whether it succeeds or not, it depends on you and Uncle Xiao. Come and make an idea."
Li Yaotang pondered for a while: "I think it can be done. If it is done, it will be a good thing in the literary world."
Fang Yan went a step further and proposed this seminar. Arranged before the Literary Congress, it is regarded as an appetizer before the Literary Congress.
"You, you, can always come up with some new tricks."
Li Yaotang said: "Well, let me come forward and have a good talk with "Harvest" and "People's Literature" about this matter."
“That really couldn’t be better!”
Fang Yan was surprised and happy. With the highly respected Balao in charge, the seminar was not yet held, but it was already half successful.
“Although I can’t write anything now, I still hope to do more for the literary world.”
Li Yaotang raised his trembling hand and patted his shoulder lightly, "But the future of Chinese literature depends on your generation."
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I don’t know We chatted for half an hour without realizing it. Even if the conversation was in full swing, we had to end the topic.
Li Yaotang was in frail health and should not chat for a long time. He was supported by Fang Yan and Li Xiaolin, lying on the bed to rest and recuperate.
"Xiao Lin, give me a gift."
"Eh."
Li Xiaolin followed the instructions and sent Fang Yan and Gong Qie to the door.
"Sister Xiaolin, just send it here." Gong Qie smiled.
"Yes, yes, you stay."
Fang Yan waved goodbye and took Gong Cie with him, once again walking under the sycamore tree on Wukang Road.
From the small path to the spacious road, there are telephone poles standing on both sides of the road.
The only things that came into view were a few buses and a jeep, and not far away stood an old cinema.
Billboards are hung on both sides of the square and above the lintel. The posters of "Yellow Earth" are colorful and the most eye-catching.
At the ticket office, many people came to watch.
In addition to those who have bought advance tickets, there are also people who buy, exchange and refund tickets. There is a constant flow of people.
Among the crowd, ticket sellers were mixed in and kept shouting: "Do you want tickets! Tickets for "The Ring"!"
Fang Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw several cinema artists. Using a ladder, the billboard is being replaced with a brand new hand-painted poster.
Gong Chou looked at the eerie promotional poster, and there was a line of text at the bottom that said "Midnight Ring" will be officially released on September 22.
"Should we go and have a look that day? Invite our parents, Xiaojing and Xiaoyu?"
"Sure."
Fang Yan raised a smile and said, "How about inviting Xu Ke and Shi Nansheng over?" (End of Chapter)