Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 42
On October [-]nd, there is no such thing as a seven-day National Day holiday, and work is normal on Tuesdays.

In the conference room on the second floor of the County Cultural Center, many people had already arrived early.

Li Feng shuttled back and forth in the conference room, serving tea and drinking water, and chatting with the teachers he knew from time to time.The main reason is to get acquainted, acquaintances are easy to handle, and if you want to join the Writers Association in the future, you will inevitably have to trouble others.

He Ping stepped in, found his nameplate and sat down.

Looking at the unfamiliar He Ping, several people whispered to each other.

"I've never seen this guy before!"

"Have you heard that there is a new teacher?"

"I don't know, where did it come from?"

Li Feng poured water to the seats of several people, and introduced in a low voice: "That man is called He Ping. He has written several novels recently, which were published in "Contemporary" and "Science Fiction World" respectively."

"Yo, that's great!"

One of the thin middle-aged people said that he was quite relieved to see the future generations.

"Young people are not easy."

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!"

Others chimed in.

It was the first time for He Ping to participate in this kind of literary creation symposium. He had always seen such things as "XX symposium" on TV news before, but he did not expect to be lucky enough to participate in one today.

Judging from the layout of the venue, it felt like a fairly ordinary meeting, and most of the participants seemed to be in their forties.

Knowing that many of these people are members of the County Writers Association, He Ping was still a little apprehensive, so don't let me speak later.

Unlike He Ping's inner anxiety, Wang Changtian, who was the moderator of the symposium, walked into the conference room with a gloomy face.

The reason is that just 10 minutes ago, Wu Guanyou, the director of the cultural center and also the deputy director of the county cultural bureau, told him that today he temporarily invited a young literary creator to participate in this symposium.

Old thing, Buzzing started to get carried away only a few days ago, and dared to point fingers at my site.

As soon as Wang Changtian entered the room, those who were sitting and talking stood up one after another to say hello, "Hello, Teacher Wang."

Wang Changtian changed his expression and nodded in response to everyone with a smile.

Seeing this, He Ping got up and nodded with a smile. Wang Changtian was taken aback when he saw him, and then nodded too.

"Sit all sit down."

After Wang Changtian took his seat, he showed a master's style and said: "Okay, Xiao Li, you have worked hard, don't be busy, go and rest."

Li Feng left the meeting room reluctantly, how much he wanted to attend the symposium and listen to the teachings of the teachers.

"Ahem, I haven't seen you for a long time." Wang Changtian said with a smile.

Someone at the bottom echoed and said, "Isn't that right? I'm just looking forward to your teacher to guide me in what I write."

"That's right, my manuscript has been returned several times without you checking it."

Wang Changtian waved his hand and said with a modest smile, "You are flattering me, we are all colleagues, we should learn together and make progress together."

After a few gossips, Wang Changtian said seriously: "Okay, then I announce the official start of the third symposium on literary creation in 1979."

After listening to everyone's speeches for a while, He Ping figured out that this was a symposium on literary creation, but it was actually a revision meeting.

Most of the publications that everyone contributes and publishes are in the province or the region. It seems that the level of the County Writers Association is really limited.

For more than an hour, it basically followed such a pattern. First, someone took out his manuscript and asked Wang Changtian for advice. Wang Changtian didn't hesitate to give him advice.

He Ping could see the crookedness in his heart.

"Okay, okay, let's put aside the manuscript first, we have another topic to discuss today." Wang Changtian looked at his watch, saw that there was not much time left, and remembered what Wu Guan had explained in the morning.

"I just heard the news from Director Wu in the morning that another young man with outstanding literary talents has emerged in the cultural circle of Ping County. In just three or four months, he has been published in two consecutive magazines Published an article, if you say that this young man’s creative energy is very strong. I’m ashamed to say that, except for my second novel "Moonlight Lotus Pond" published earlier, this creation has stagnated for a while."

He Ping said that he learned it. This seems to be introducing himself, but in fact he is praising himself. Mr. Wang is old in Versailles.

Everyone complimented again, and the content was mostly "a good work needs time to brew" and "the difficulty of writing a novel is not in the same order of magnitude as compared with a short novel".

Wang Changtian waved his hand to interrupt everyone's flattery, "Let us welcome Comrade He Ping who was invited to participate."

He Ping stood up and nodded to everyone. Since he entered the room, everyone has noticed this strange face, but some people don't know what he does.

"Comrade He Ping, please sit down. As you may not know, Comrade He Ping is a member of our Hongqi Commune in Ping County. Get up and study Comrade He Ping's works."

After Wang Changtian's words were finished, the people with discerning eyes had already heard the meaning behind Wang Changtian's words.

Invited by Director Wu?That is to say, I did not pass Teacher Wang.

Commune member?It sounds nice, isn't he just a farmer?

Science fiction?In the field of niche and petty bourgeoisie, it was not uncommonly criticized during the buzzing period.

After some psychological analysis, everyone had a clue in their minds. It seemed that Chairman Wang was very displeased with the newcomers.

Thinking about it, Wang Changtian has been doing this for eight years in the symposium, and the county magistrate has changed three times. Director Wu suddenly inserted a stick in the middle, and I would not be happy if it was me.

Li Feng distributed the magazine to everyone under Wang Changtian's order. There were not so many "Science Fiction World" in the cultural center, so everyone passed it on to read.

"Everyone, take a look. If you have any thoughts, you can share with Comrade He Ping."

No matter how stupid He Ping is, he can understand the current situation, and he didn't even let him speak. This is to criticize me.

When I met this Wang Changtian for the first time, I would definitely not offend him. Judging from what he said just now, I guess it was because Director Wu's involvement in the Writers Association made him feel offended.

This is really an innocent disaster!
The time for the symposium is limited, and it is impossible for everyone to read the magazine word for word, and then pass it on to the next person after reading the whole thing.

After the first wave of people read He Ping’s novel, they already had a general idea in their minds. Today’s trend is criticism, and they are all comrades who have experienced buzzing. Don’t be too familiar with this set of things.

When He Ping entered the door, he also privately praised his thin middle-aged man who spoke first, "Well, I just finished reading Comrade He Ping's works, and I have some personal thoughts, and I hope Comrade He Ping and the comrades here can be more tolerant if there are things that are not thoughtful. .”

(End of this chapter)