Chapter 244 Scar Literature "Love in Black Soil" (3K)
Fang Yan felt that his father and mother had doubted the fourth child's ability for so long, and now they must want to see it more than he did.
So he handed the manuscript to my mother directly.
When the fourth child saw this scene, he was startled for a moment, and then became excited again.
What he just said was not bragging, he really felt he could do it.
While writing this afternoon, he entered a state that he had never experienced before.
For the first time, the words "I feel like a spring of thoughts" have materialized in me.
At the beginning, as usual, he had other thoughts running through his mind from time to time.
But thinking that the dialect required him to write six thousand words a day, he had no choice but to force himself to calm down and write.
As I write and write, I don’t know why, but all the chaotic thoughts before have disappeared.
There are only scenes related to the novel left in my mind.
He found that he didn't have to think at all.
The content appeared naturally in my mind.
He just needs to write these contents on paper through pen.
Only then did he suddenly realize that writing an article was actually such a simple matter.
It's just that I didn't realize it before, but today I discovered that just like what the third brother said, I am talented!
He Huiru looked at the manuscript that was handed over to her. She glanced at Fang Yan and then at Fang Chen.
Then he put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands with a towel before taking it.
Turning to the first page, there is a work written on the top: "Long Love in Black Soil".
I paused and then said:
"The title of this book is a bit rustic and the writing is a bit sloppy."
Dialect said:
"Don't worry about the names and words. The novel only tells stories. Read the stories."
The old woman nodded.
However, he did not watch silently, but after looking around at everyone, he said:
"Everyone wants to read it, so I'd better read it."
Everyone was startled and immediately agreed to the plan.
He Huiru cleared her throat, then she took the manuscript and read it aloud:
"The train was clanging, clanging, clanging, like a knock on the door of fate. I sat by the window, looking at the receding scenery, with mixed feelings in my heart..."
"This fiery train is taking me to a completely unfamiliar place - the Black Province. Some of the educated youths traveling with me are talking loudly, with longing for the future, while some are silent, with confusion in their eyes, and I looked at the retrograde scenery outside the window and knew that my hometown would be far away when I left. I knew that the familiar alleys, the bustling markets, and the smiling faces of my relatives would all become scenes that could only appear in dreams in the future... ”
After reading the first paragraph, my mother's eyes had changed. Even my father put down his chopsticks and said with some surprise:
"Hmm...it tastes a little bit!"
Fang Chen was praised by his father and scratched his head in embarrassment.
This is the beginning of the book that the third brother read at noon today. He said at that time that it was well written, and now it has been confirmed.
My mother said: "Don't interrupt!" Then she continued to read seriously:
"We were riding in a dilapidated truck, driving bumpily to the village where we jumped in line. The fellow villagers we saw along the way were wearing thick cotton clothes, with dark and rough skin, but their eyes were full of simplicity and enthusiasm. They were standing on the roadside, Looking at us kids from the city, we have honest smiles on our faces.”
"The dust raised by the truck was flying in the sun, and my mood became more complicated in the flying dust. When the truck finally stopped at the entrance of the village, it was a small village with dozens of families, and the smoke rose from the chimney. With smoke rising from the kitchen and dogs barking one after another, I picked up my luggage and headed towards the place that would carry my youthful years..."
Everyone looked at each other, at least the beginning seemed okay.
He Huiru continued to read, and the expression on her face gradually changed.
Father Fang Zhenhua looked at Fang Chen repeatedly. He didn't expect that this boy was really good at writing articles!
He and his wife He Huiru really misjudged this point, so Fang Yan kept insisting.
It seems that Fang Yan is the brother who understands this aspect.
The first story unfolds after "I" went to the countryside. It is a letter written to my "father" who is also in the Northeast.
Through this letter, "I" narrated the social changes during this period.
It has a strong flavor of scar literature.
"My" experience is almost a microcosm of most people's.
When I read the last chapter, everyone present had some emotions on their faces.
At this time, Fang Chen suddenly called me:
"Mom, the following story is not finished yet, why don't you stop reading it?"
I paused for a moment and then said:
"What's so shameful? I've read this far..."
She felt that Fang Chen's story was well written and made her want to read it.
Fang Chen scratched his head in embarrassment and could only let me continue reading.
Then I continued reading:
"That day, the sun shined on the ground through the mottled leaves, forming golden spots. I was walking to the well in the village with a bucket, and from a distance I saw a group of female educated youths drying clothes in the yard. They were chattering. Like a group of cheerful birds, they add a lot of life to this somewhat dull village.”
After reading this, He Huiru's speech slowed down and her expression began to become weird.
This is the beginning of another story.
And it's obvious that a character is about to appear.
I’ll continue reading:
"At this moment, my eyes were firmly locked on a figure. She was wearing a blue top that had been washed a little white. Her shiny black braids were hanging behind her. She was swaying gently as she moved. She shook the sheets in her hands with concentration, and her serious look made me stunned for a moment. The educated youth next to her called her "Yu'er", and I silently recorded this name in my heart. "
"She seemed to feel my gaze, turned her head, and the moment our eyes met, my heart seemed to be hit by something. Her eyes were clear and bright, like a clear spring with stars hidden in it, and the pole of the bucket was in it. My shoulders were shaken, and I quickly stabilized my body and continued walking towards the well pretending to be calm, but in my heart I felt like I was carrying a rabbit and kept jumping..."
"Ahem..." Dad coughed twice, and then hurriedly took a sip of soup.
Fortunately, I didn’t write about Yuqiong.
Fang Yan reminded my mother:
"Literary creation, do not substitute reality."
Then say the sentence that often appears in later generations:
"Any resemblance is purely coincidental."
I cleared my throat, adjusted my mentality, and then continued to read the next two paragraphs.
Fang Chen lowered his head in embarrassment. If it hadn't been for this last paragraph, he felt that his mother and father would have been happier. However, he had already written it to this point and there was nothing he could do about it. What I just heard from my third brother makes sense: "Literary creations should not be substituted for reality. Any similarities are purely coincidental."
At this time, I put down the manuscript, then glanced at the fourth child standing aside, and asked in disbelief:
"This article... was written in one afternoon?"
"Yeah." Fang Chen nodded.
The old woman pondered.
"The writing...is not bad." Father Fang Zhenhua was the first to express his opinion.
First, I affirmed my son’s article.
Then Professor Zhu also nodded:
"From the perspective of a science student like me, that's a good story. I definitely wouldn't be able to write such an article anyway!"
Fu Zhaojun on the side also said:
"If I were a reader, I would really like the story here."
"It's so well written, it's very immersive."
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"We haven't seen this type of writing on the market now. There should be a market for it if we write it."
Zhu Lin also smiled and said to Fang Chen:
"Your brother was very confident in you at that time, and now it shows that he still has a good vision."
When Fang Chen heard this, he glanced at his third brother gratefully.
Indeed, as my sister-in-law said, only the third brother had confidence in writing novels at that time.
Everyone else thinks they can't write well.
Fang Yan looked at his mother, He Huiru, who had not answered, and asked her:
"Mom, after reading this, what do you think?"
Everyone else had made such high evaluations, and He Huiru also relaxed at this time. She said:
"As far as the story is concerned, it's well written."
She is still a little bit worried about this woman Huang Yuqiong.
Fang Yan turned his head and said to his brother:
"You heard it, everyone recognizes you, keep working hard!"
When Fang Chen heard this, he bowed to everyone and said:
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Dad said to him:
"Don't be proud, keep working hard!"
"I will work hard!" Fang Chen responded with a trembling voice.
Now he seemed to have found the meaning of life again.
Fang Yan took the manuscript back from his mother's hand, handed it back to Fang Chen, and then said to him:
"Okay, take the manuscript and put it away. I'll go to the kitchen and get you some food."
"Okay!" Fang Chen nodded and agreed.
Fang Yan was going to prepare new meals for the fourth child.
"I'd better go." Zhu Lin stood up and said.
He Huiru stood up and said:
"You sit down while we go."
Her current attitude can be considered as acknowledgment of Fang Chen's article.
Seeing this, Fang Yan sat down again.
Let the father and mother go to the kitchen to serve food and rice to the fourth child.
When the fourth child came out of the study, his father and mother had already brought the food.
Such an attitude made him feel the meaning behind the action.
That night, Fang Chen had the best meal since he came back.
At this time, he had already come out of the pain of lovelorn.
Now there is a higher pursuit.
He wanted to write out his story about being an educated youth who jumped in line, and then publish it as soon as possible to gain more people's recognition.
……
Facts have proved that once a man starts to have a career ambition, he will get rid of those vulgar tastes.
After dinner that night, Fang Chen, who had already written 8,000 words and exceeded the task limit, immediately returned to the study room after dinner, turned on the lamp and began to write hard.
Fang Yan didn't expect that his boast would be so powerful.
The fourth child was completely as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
According to his writing speed, it is estimated that this novel will be written before the end of the month.
Just looking at his state, Fang Yan was a little worried about his health.
I discussed it with my mother and asked her to go home tomorrow and cook health porridge for the fourth child, but don’t forget this.
While Fang Chen continued writing furiously, Fang Yan and the others continued to think about whether there was anyone else who had not been included in the invitation.
Finally, he listed the people he knew, and added a few more in dialect, such as his former childhood friend, Director Luo from Tongrentang, and some Dashilan neighbors who clearly required him to invite them to his wedding.
After writing this, I will prepare to dye some red peanuts tomorrow, and then I can send out invitations.
Fang Yan can already imagine how lively it will be with so many people in this yard on the wedding day next month.
As for the tables and benches needed for the banquet, we really don’t have that many at home, but Xiehe is close to each other. The large round table and stools in the staff canteen can be borrowed by just asking the dean, so there is no need to worry.
In addition, Fang Yan is still thinking about whether he should renovate the useless house in the front yard.
I have been talking about using it as a laboratory before, but it still hasn't been used yet.
On the contrary, the demand for rooms at home has increased, and it feels like a pity that the space remains empty.
After renovation, it can be used as at least three rooms, enough to accommodate many guests.
(End of chapter)