Backtracking to the Age of Literature and Art

Chapter 9 Wang Anyi (please ask for a monthly pass)

When I chatted with Su Tong until about 02:30, there was a knock on the door.

The two looked together and saw a woman in her thirties and 40s standing at the door with a bag slung over her shoulder.

The woman looks ordinary, but has a calm temperament from the inside out.

Yu Dong looked at her and felt a little familiar when Su Tong stood up with a smile.

Su Tong walked over and shook hands gently with the woman, "Mr. Wang, welcome, let me introduce to you, this is Yu Dong, a political counselor in the Department of Gold Arts and Crafts, and my junior brother, Yu Dong. Yu Dong, this is Teacher Wang Anyi Wang."

Yu Dong hurriedly said hello: "Hello Mr. Wang, I have long admired your name. It is my honor to see you today."

"Oh, the young man can talk." Wang Anyi covered her nose again, and blamed: "Su Tong, you should smoke less cigarettes, and don't damage your body when you are young."

Su Tong smiled embarrassingly, ran to open the window to the maximum, and turned the electric fan to the highest block, and the wind blew suddenly.

Yu Dong glanced at Su Tong, although Su Tong had already become the editor-in-chief of "Zhong Shan", but after all, he was young, and in front of seniors like Wang Anyi, Su Tong's attitude was also very low.

Wang Anyi's masterpiece "Song of Everlasting Regret" will not be published for several years, but in 1985, she still won the Fourth National Novella Award for her novella "Little Baozhuang".

Although she is not a native of Shanghai, she lived in Shanghai with her mother since she was a child, so she has a Shanghai accent.It's just that Yudong, a native of Shanghai who was born and raised in Shanghai, heard a bit of northern accent in her accent.

This probably has something to do with the years she spent in Beng City and Xu City.

Later, some people compared her to Zhang Ailing, saying that she was Zhang Ailing of the post-era because, like Zhang, her works revolved around the city of Shanghai and wrote about marriage, love, and men and women.

But Yu Dong felt that the two were very different. They lived in different times and environments. It was just that the city of Shanghai was similar. It would be strange if the works were the same.

The women in Zhang's works usually live in hardship and fear and love for the sake of life, but the women in Wang Anyi's works are different. They are less anxious and more focused on women's own emotions.

Yu Dong prefers Zhang Ailing, but of course he doesn't hate Wang Anyi.

Originally, Su Tong only told Yu Dong that Bi Feiyu and Ye Zhaoyan were coming, but he didn't expect Wang Anyi to come too.

"I said Su Tong, your office has to be cleaned up, it's a mess. Fortunately, you are the editor-in-chief, and no one can control you. You really need to smoke less cigarettes. You are only 30 years old. No way, the skin of the face is yellowed by the cigarettes."

As soon as Wang Anyi's butt touched the sofa, he started talking.

Her real life is very different from the text. Although she has a Shanghai accent, there is a kind of pride in her speech.Facing Dong and Su Tong, she naturally took on the style of an old eldest sister.

The two of them could only be disciplined with a wry smile, mainly Su Tong was being disciplined, and Yu Dong would inevitably be affected by sitting next to him.

"Yu Dong, it's good that you don't smoke cigarettes, but you also need to guard against the slightest, and you can't learn to break it."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Yu Dong could only nod his head.

After another ten minutes, Bi Feiyu and Ye Zhaoyan came together, and Su Tong and Yu Dong breathed a sigh of relief.Su Tong hurriedly said: "Flying Rain, why are you so late? Teacher Wang has been waiting for a long time. Let's start quickly, time waits for no one."

Bi Feiyu and the others were also confused, thinking that they didn't say three o'clock, isn't it already three o'clock?But seeing Wang Anyi, they didn't dare to speak.

Although Su Tong started talking, he did not forget to introduce Yu Dong to Bi Feiyu and the others.

Ye Zhaoyan is older. He is 34 years old this year. He has shaved his head close to a bald head, but he can still see the white hair on the back of his head and sideburns.The body is slightly fat, wearing a gray sweater, very casual.However, during the conversation, there was a slightly traditional bookishness emanating from him.

Compared with Ye Zhaoyan, Bi Feiyu looked much thinner. His skin was darker, and the lines on his face were rigid. When Yu Dong shook hands with him, he could feel the power coming from his palm.

"Yu Dong, you're not even twenty yet."

"I was born in '68."

"Oh, that's already 24. When I was 24, I didn't look as small as you."

Ye Zhaoyan next to him laughed and joked: "That's because you are in a hurry to grow up. When you were 20, you looked like 30. Now that you are almost 30, you still look like [-]. Maybe when you are [-], you will still look like [-]." .”

"Hey, thank you Ji Yan."

Bi Feiyu has the straight-forward temperament of being a soldier. After talking to Yu Dong, he looked at Su Tong: "Should we start?"

"Okay, let me tell you about it first..." Next, Su Tong repeated the idea of ​​​​this draft to a few of them.

Yu Dong had listened to it once before, but he didn't slack off and listened to it again seriously.

After Su Tong finished speaking, Ye Zhaoyan looked at Wang Anyi and said with a smile: "Isn't this just right to Mr. Wang's appetite? Mr. Wang usually has the most articles on this subject."

Wang Anyi did not deny it, but said, "I wrote too much."

Ye Zhaoyan was boring, and asked Bi Feiyu, "Feiyu, which direction do you think is better to write?"

Bi Feiyu shook his head, "I don't have any ideas yet."

"What about Su Tong, are you writing this time yourself?"

Su Tong was about to take out a cigarette and light it, but he held back it. Hearing Ye Zhaoyan asking him, he replied with a smile, "I won't write it anymore."

Ye Zhaoyan's eyes passed over Yu Dong, and he said again, "I have some ideas."

"Well, you say." Su Tong nodded and said, "I called you here today, one is to ask for drafts, and the other is to ask your thoughts. Of course you can give your opinion."

"That's what I think, since we are four people, editor Su, you mentioned four directions just now, I think we might as well write in these four directions. As for Mr. Wang, he writes a lot in his usual works. Food, she's good at this. Raindance's "Isolated Island" is well written, so just write about customs. I usually like to study geography, so I can write topographical records. Yu Dong--"

Ye Zhaoyan turned his attention to Yu Dong and laughed, "Yu Dong is young, and we can't be compared with his imagination. I think it is most appropriate to leave the idea of ​​​​mythology to him."

Yu Dong raised his eyes and looked at Ye Zhaoyan. He didn't know what he was playing. Why was this arranged?
Wang Anyi turned his eyes on several people and said, "There is no need to write in these four directions. There are many local humanities, and it does not mean that the same type cannot be written."

(End of this chapter)