Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 603 Chapter 602 turned out to be a gimmick by the publisher or the author himself.

Fang Minghua also smiled and replied: "Brother Jia, if you don't even give me the novel, how can I let Shengshi Books publish it?"

"Oh, look at what you said. Blame it on me, but I'm writing a long novel now. The first draft is already finished. Are you interested in taking a look?"

"Okay."

Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi both knew that Jia Pingwa came to the small town at the foot of Mount Taibai specifically to write, but they didn't know what he was writing about specifically. After hearing what Jia Pingwa said, they immediately became interested and said they would go back and read it now.

Jia Pingwa still lived in the dormitory in the town government compound. The three followed him back to the yard and entered the room. Jia Pingwa took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer of his desk and handed them to Fang Minghua.

What the hell!

A large area of ​​densely packed.

Starting from the very top, the words are very small, and often a paragraph is one to several pages, with no blank space at all, not only on the front but also on the back of the letter paper.

Fortunately, Fang Minghua does not have trypophobia, otherwise it would look really uncomfortable.

This is his habit, which he developed when he was learning to write and had no money to buy manuscript paper. In his words, he could only write a few words on a sheet of manuscript paper, which was a pity!
There is also a joke. One year he sent a manuscript to Sichuan Province's "Young Writers". Later, people sent him a stack of manuscript paper, saying that he might have written in that way because he lacked manuscript paper.

However, Fang Minghua and the others all knew Jia Pingwa's habit and were no longer surprised by it. They were curious about what was written.

In fact, Fang Minghua already knew that what he was writing was "Wasted City".

Fang Minghua had seen it before coming to this era.

At that time, he had just entered college and read pornographic books.
Of course, what made Fang Minghua curious was the things “□□□□□□ (the author deleted × hundred × ten × words)” in the book “Wasted City”. Were these words really in the manuscript?

After the publication of Wasted City, it was circulated in society that Jia Pingwa had kept the original manuscript without deletions, and someone in Hong Kong offered a certain amount of money to publish the original text.

Is it true or not?

Fang Minghua picked up the manuscript and quickly browsed a few pages, and was immediately disappointed.

There are no undeleted erotic descriptions at all, not even "□□□□□□ (the author deleted × hundred × ten × words)"!

It turns out that it was a gimmick by the publisher or the author himself.

Of course, he kept a straight face and passed the manuscript to Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao next to him. Everyone read it carefully.

Fang Minghua had read it before, but didn't feel much about it. However, the more Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi read, the more surprised they became. Finally, Lu Yao couldn't help asking, "Pingwa, do you want to write a modern version of "Dream of Red Mansions" or "Jin Ping Mei"? "

"That's right, Pingwa, I thought I was a little bold in the erotic descriptions in my book White Deer Plain, but I didn't expect you to be even bolder than me!"

Jia Pingwa seemed to be used to it. He took out a "Narrow Monkey" without a filter from his pocket and threw one to Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao. He then lit one for himself and took a puff before saying leisurely:

"I want it to be the modern version of Dream of the Red Chamber. But maybe some people would call it the modern version of Jin Ping Mei. But, it's not bad to have the influence of Jin Ping Mei."

"Hey, Pingwa, both 'Dream of Red Mansions' and 'Jin Ping Mei' write about many stories about women. How many women do you have in 'Wasted City'?" Lu Yao asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Well, let me think about it." Jia Pingwa held a cigarette in his mouth, counted on his fingers, and finally said, "There are a total of eight women who wrote stories, and the one mentioned here and the old lady don't count."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

"Hey, let me tell you, don't stare at the women in the book, look at the story structure and style, how about that?" Jia Pingwa reminded.

After hearing what he said, the three of them picked up the manuscript and started reading.

The novel is very long, and everyone only read part of it. Needless to say, Fang Minghua, Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi are all masters of writing novels, and they basically figured out the style of Jia Pingwa's novel.

After a while, Lu Yao said, "Pingwa, your novel is completely different from what you wrote before." "Yes, I wrote about the countryside before, but this time I'm going to write about the city, the city where we live," Jia Pingwa explained.

"Not entirely." Lu Yao shook his head. "The writing style has also changed a lot. There is a sense of classical mystery that creates a magical mood. It's not entirely Latin American magical realism, but it has a flavor of oriental metaphysics. Have you read Zhuangzi?"

Jia Pingwa smiled and nodded, then took out another book from the drawer. The book had frayed edges, indicating that it had been read many times. It was none other than "Zhuangzi"!
"Zhuangzi dreamt of butterflies in the morning, and King Wang placed his spring love on the cuckoo." Jia Pingwa recited a line from Li Shangyin's poem, and then said, "You can see that the protagonist of my book is named Zhuang Zhidie!"

"I admire you!" Lu Yao gave a thumbs up.

Chen Zhongshi's face looked a little worried.

"Pingwa, Lu Yao also mentioned the advantages of your novel. I am worried about one thing now."

"Is it just that there are too many erotic descriptions?"

"Yes, as I said just now, after I finished writing White Deer Plain, I felt a little uneasy. It wasn't because of the quality of the novel, but because of the erotic descriptions in the book. I was worried that it would cause discomfort to readers. Mr. Su from Shengshi Books also talked about this issue."

"But your book is even worse than that. I'm worried that it will cause a lot of trouble if it is officially published."

After listening to this, Jia Pingwa turned his gaze to me.

"Minghua, what do you mean?"

Fang Minghua hesitated for a moment, and instead of answering directly, he said, "Brother Jia, finish revising it first, and bring out the final draft, and then we can talk about it."

"it is good!"

Fang Minghua's attitude is very important.

Not only is he a writer like Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao, but he is also a very famous literary critic. More importantly, he can decide the publication of this book!
However, Fang Minghua's attitude was ambiguous, which made Jia Pingwa feel a little worried.

This book has exhausted all his efforts and is the book he is most satisfied with so far. What will be the ending in the future?
The three of them looked at the manuscript again and put forward their own opinions on some specific details in the article. Jia Pingwa marked them and made adjustments after careful consideration.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the three of them said goodbye and left to go back to the hotel. As soon as they reached the front yard of the town government, they saw a man walking towards them.

It turned out to be Mayor Zhang of the town.

When he saw them, he took the initiative to greet them: "Three Chairmen, are you looking for Chairman Jia?"

"Yes, after taking a walk, we went to his room to chat for a while. Mayor Zhang, why aren't you going to rest so late?" Fang Minghua said.

"Hey, there are a lot of things to do in the towns."

"Good job."

"Hard work? Not as hard as you writers." Mayor Zhang said with a smile: "To be honest, Chairman Jia has lived in our town for a while, and I have never seen such a hard-working person."

"Working hard? He told us that he often soaks in hot springs and climbs Mount Taibai here. His life is very leisurely."

"Haha, that's the past few days since you guys came. Normally he starts writing after dark and doesn't stop until the early hours of the morning. I often see the light still on in his dormitory in the middle of the night."

"He gets up early in the day, eats breakfast in the cafeteria, then goes back to work. He takes an hour-long nap at noon, then gets up to continue writing. He does this all day long. We admire him to the extreme."

After Fang Minghua finished listening, the three of them looked at each other.

Oh my god.

This Jia Pingwa is risking his life!
(End of this chapter)