Backtracking to the Age of Literature and Art

Chapter 498 The Writer's Job Is Not Restoration

"What do you say is so awesome?"

Seeing Yu Hua's movement, Bi Feiyu walked over curiously, reaching out to grab the manuscript in Yu Hua's hand, but Yu Hua dodged it all at once.

"I haven't finished watching it yet, why are you in a hurry."

"What is this?" Bi Feiyu asked.

"Yu Dong's new book."

Bi Feiyu looked at Yu Dong who was fiddling with the shoe cabinet at the door, and said unexpectedly: "It's that novel about semiotics? Didn't you say that you haven't started writing the text during the last meal? Finished?"

Yu Hua chuckled, "You, I'm still conservative. Let me tell you, this is not that novel, but another one."

"Another one?"

"Ang, another one. Yu Yuanwai has come up with a novel on a whim these days. I just read less than half of it. It's really good."

Bi Feiyu didn't expect Yu Dong to write another novel. He looked at the manuscript in Yu Hua's hand, and it wasn't too thin, so Yu Dong's new novel should not be too short.

In the past few days, an idea popped up on the spur of the moment, and a book could be written, I am afraid it would be impossible.

Yu Dong said with a smile outside the door: "It's not that fast. In fact, I had an idea for this novel in the first few days. I sorted out the materials a few days ago and felt that it came up all at once. I took advantage of the situation and finished the novel."

"It's a good opportunity." Bi Feiyu gave a thumbs up, "How can it be so easy for you to write a novel?"

Then he stretched out his hand to Yu Hua: "Give me what you've finished reading first, and let me see how amazing it really is."

Yu Hua nodded, and distributed the manuscript to Bi Feiyu: "You can read it."

Bi Feiyu took the manuscript, sat down next to Yu Hua, and said to Yu Dong, "Yu Yuanwai, make me a cup of tea."

Yu Dong curled his lips, "Yes, I still have to serve you two uncles."

He got up to make the tea, brought it to Bi Feiyu, and asked again: "Didn't you say that we had a poker game tonight? Old Bi, you still came to find Yu Hua to go back to play cards, and you come to my place now." What about the other two people at the poker table?"

Bi Feiyu said without raising her head, "Let Yu Hua go back and tell them."

Yu Hua turned her body to the side and ignored him at all.

Bi Feiyu looked at Yu Dong again, "Why don't you run for us, brother?"

Yu Dong followed suit, ignored him, and ran into the study.

Seeing that they were unwilling, Bi Feiyu said to herself, "Don't look for them, they will be waiting in a while, and they will definitely come here by themselves."

……

On the other side, Mo Yan and Liu Changmin waited at the table for about ten minutes. It was fine if Yu Hua didn't come back, and Bi Feiyu, who went out to look for Yu Hua, was also gone.

"What's the situation? These two big living people are missing?" Liu Changmin looked at his watch, it was almost eight o'clock.

Ever since Liu Changmin's wife and daughter came to the school, he seldom played poker. Today, he finally had the opportunity to play a game with Mo Yan and the others. Unexpectedly, the poker didn't start, and two people had already run away.

He can't play too late, if these two people don't come again, this card can't be played.

"How about I look for it again?" Mo Yan suggested, "It's such a small place, where can they go?"

Liu Changmin thought for a while and said, "Let's go together, don't come back after you go, and let me wait here alone."

"also."

After finishing speaking, the two got up and walked towards Yu Dong's house.

The door of Yu Dong's house was left open, and the two of them saw Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu sitting on the sofa when they reached the corridor in front of Yu Dong's house.

Seeing the two of them reading the manuscript on the ground, Mo Yan was furious, "Okay, let me tell you where you two went, so you came here to hide and seek."

Bi Feiyu looked up at Mo Yan and Liu Changmin, and said with a smile: "Let me just say, they will definitely come here if they can't wait for us."

Yu Hua nodded without taking her eyes off the manuscript, "Exactly."

Mo Yan and Liu Changmin looked at the two sitting on the sofa inexplicably, and then glanced at each other, wondering what the situation was.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Changmin asked.

"It's a good thing." Bi Feiyu said with a smile, "Come on, come on, I guess we won't be able to play this card tonight, let's watch it together and appreciate Yu Yuanwai's new work."

When they heard that it was Yu Dong's new work, both of them became interested.

"Write it out so soon?"

Bi Feiyu and Yu Hua smiled, did not explain, but gave them some more manuscripts.

Liu Changmin took the manuscript and gave it to Mo Yan first: "Mo Yan, you have good eyesight and read quickly. Read it first. Show me the first page. Let's pick up the train."

Mo Yan was not humble, nodded, and took the manuscript.

Seeing "Border Town" on the header of the manuscript, he was quite surprised and said, "Why is it "Border Town"?"

"That's the title of the chapter. There are so many questions, just read it."

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, and he muttered, "I can't ask anymore."

Yu Dong heard the voices of Mo Yan and Liu Changmin in the study, he stretched his head out to have a look, saw that they were reading the manuscript, and retracted his head again, he was afraid that these two uncles would be like Bi Feiyu again, and asked him to serve tea.

……

Of course, Yu Hua read the manuscript first, and he gave the rest of the manuscript to Bi Feiyu, while he went to the kitchen to refill his teacup.

He was really happy to read this novel.

In addition to the fact that this novel is well written, it is also because Yu Dong included his book in the novel. The second chapter after "Border Town" is his "To Live".

Yu Yuanwai, this guy is good enough.

After taking a sip of tea, Yu Hua ran to the study room again. Seeing Yu Dong writing at his desk again, he said with a smile, "This novel just came out, are you going to write something else?"

Yu Dong smiled and shook his head: "No, I just sorted out the materials I copied earlier."

He is sorting out Chang Huaiying's handwriting now, and what he thinks is that if there is an opportunity, some of Mr. Chang's handwriting will be included when it is published.

"What information did you transcribe?" Yu Hua asked.

"It's the information related to this novel."

Yu Dong put down the documents in his hand, and briefly told Yu Hua about his discovery of Mr. Chang's handwriting.

After listening, Yu Hua held the teacup and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that Mr. Chang in this book still has a prototype. Can you show me the things he wrote?"

"Of course." Yu Dong nodded, and handed the copied things to Yu Hua.

Yu Hua took the materials, looked at them roughly, and then said with a smile, "You used some things in the novel, but some things didn't work."

"The story of Mr. Chang and his lover is basically impossible to restore. I can only extract some things from it to construct a new story."

Yu Hua laughed and said, "Reduction has never been something we writers want to do."

Yu Dong nodded slightly, Yu Hua was right, writers are not journalists, and what they have to do is never restoration.

Writers often only extract, extract what they want, and then use it to construct the story they want.

"Does this book have a title?" Yu Hua asked again.

"No."

Yu Dong shook his head. During this period of time, he has been writing stories with great speed, and he has never thought about naming the book at all.

But when a book is written, it must have a name.

He looked at Yu Hua, "What's your opinion?"

"What advice can I have, your own book, think of the name yourself."

"What do you think of calling it "Old Book"?" Yu Dong asked.

"Old books?" Yu Hua carefully chewed these two words, then frowned and said, "It sounds like nothing, neither good nor bad."

"I only thought of this for the time being." Yu Dong said.

"It's okay, think about it slowly." Yu Hua laughed.

He thinks it's good, Yu Dong can write everything quickly, but there is always something he can't do quickly.

And he also knows that sometimes naming a book is more tangled than writing a book.

……

Yu Dong and Yu Hua chatted for a long time in the study, and Bi Feiyu and the others also finished the book one after another.

After reading the manuscript, Mo Yan looked excited, and dragged Yu Dong out of the study, insisting on having a good chat with him about the book.

At this moment, Cheng Yanqiu just came back from piano practice in the piano room, seeing Yu Hua and the others there, he was a little surprised and asked, "Will you play cards at my house tonight?"

Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "No, let's take a look at Yu Dong's new book."

"Have you finished writing?"

"Well, I'm done." Yu Dong nodded.

Hearing that it was finished, Cheng Yanqiu also breathed a sigh of relief. During this period of time, he saw that Yu Dong wasted sleep and food for this book, and his heart ached, but he couldn't say anything.

She even regretted finding Mr. Chang's books back. Without those books, Yu Dong wouldn't be so tired.

When she first got acquainted with Yu Dong in the past, her affection for him was more of admiration for a young writer, thinking that he could produce more works for the world to see.

Later, when they were really together, her thoughts completely changed. No works, no talents are as important as the body.

"I'll get you some snacks, let's chat while eating."

"Thank you, brother and sister."

"It's troublesome."

Seeing Cheng Yanqiu go to find food for them, Yu Dong curled his lips and said, "It's useless for a blind man to light a lamp for them."

"Eat you, look at you." Bi Feiyu smiled and raised the manuscript in his hand, "I can tell you, your manuscript is in my hands now, if you make me unhappy, be careful Burn it with a handful of ashes."

Yu Hua chuckled: "This shows the benefits of writing with a computer."

Yu Dong pointed to his head indifferently: "Don't worry, it's all stored here. Anyway, this manuscript needs to be revised and transcribed again."

"Okay, okay, I'm not joking." Bi Feiyu suddenly put on a serious expression, "Tell me, did Yu Hua give you a red envelope, and you still want to write "To Live" in the book inside."

When it comes to "Alive", Yu Hua proudly said: "I didn't ask him for the copyright fee, so it's not bad, so give him a red envelope?"

"Oh, I'm still shaking."

"I think it's because you don't have any works that he wrote them in, you're pantothenic."

Bi Feiyu touched his nose, "Not to mention, it's a little bit."

Mo Yan rolled his eyes at the two of them, "Stop messing around, I want to hear from Yu Dong how this story was written. It was hard to say that I wanted to write semiotics before, but why did I suddenly write this novel? Did something happen that we don't know about?"

Yu Dong smiled, got up and went to the study to take out the stack of materials and hand them out to them. Yu Hua had already read it, so naturally he didn't answer it.

"This is?" Mo Yan looked at the document in his hand, "It seems to be your handwriting?"

"Well, it is indeed my handwriting, but the content here is not written by me. These contents all come from the collection of an old gentleman. I have collected the originals, and I copied them."

Bi Feiyu looked at the information in his hand and understood, "This old gentleman is the prototype of Mr. Chang in the book?"

"That's right, that's exactly the case. Most of the stories about Mr. Chang and his wife in the book come from these records. This Mr. Chang is from Shanghai and lives in Jing'an District, not far from the home of one of my uncles. When I was young, I When I went to play at my uncle's house, I saw..."

This time, Yu Dong told Yu Hua and the others in detail how he knew Mr. Chang and how he obtained these books.

After listening to it, Yu Hua teased, "I think you should add another line to this novel, including the story between you and Teacher Cheng, especially when you returned to Jinling and Teacher Cheng went through all kinds of hardships. The process of finding these 250 six books."

Cheng Yanqiu who was not far away said with a smile: "Mr. Yu, you are joking, there is no such thing as hard work."

"I believe there must be some. There are more than 250 books. Among other things, they must have cost a lot of money."

When Ting Yu Hua mentioned money, Yu Dong raised his eyebrows. He never thought about money from the beginning to the end.

But thinking about it now, these books may have cost Cheng Yanqiu a lot of money.

Although they are married, they each manage their own finances.

Yu Donglai usually buys the big things at home, but Cheng Yanqiu usually spends a lot of money, so she probably didn't save too much money.

If these books were more expensive, they might be able to empty out Cheng Yanqiu's small coffers.

"Actually, it's okay. People basically don't ask for more, and most of them are at normal prices."

Mo Yan said: "Mr. Chang's story is certainly touching, but I am still amazed by Yu Dong's way of threading the needle, especially the fact that he can develop the story around a certain book, which fully proves his ability to control. There is only a little comparison. pity……"

"What a pity?" Liu Changmin asked curiously.

After reading the entire manuscript, he felt that the writing was really good, it was very good in every aspect, and there was absolutely nothing to criticize, so Mo Yan said that there was something regrettable, which made him a little curious.

Mo Yan said with a smile: "It's a pity that I have read all the books mentioned in it. If there are some less famous articles, after I read them, I can find some good works because of it. Surprised. I think, for other readers too, if they can think about the novels you mentioned because of your novels, it will be a blessing."

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