The literary era since 1979

Chapter 315 Countdown to the Wedding

People are happy when they are happy.

Fangyan finally drew his sword and practiced a set of Chongling sword techniques with Gong Xing to entertain themselves. You used the move of "first meeting in the fog" and I used the move of "first meeting after the rain". The loving young couple countered each other's moves, which was really exciting, and they were both in pain and happy!

After a short stay in Shanghai, he immediately set off back to Beijing, accompanied by Gong's father, mother and other family members.

The carriage was shaking with clang.

The train was running in the foggy snowy day.

"Before you came, I had already refurbished the courtyard house in Hougulouyuan Hutong." Fang Yan smiled and said, "You can move in directly. You don't need to find a guesthouse."

"Okay!"

Gong Ying's eyes lit up, "Brother-in-law, if I'm chosen by the crew of Dream of Red Mansions, will I live there in the future?"

Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "The crew will arrange accommodation for the actors, and provide collective training and classes."

Gong's mother said with a straight face, "When we really get to Yanjing, please stop causing trouble for your sister and brother-in-law, okay?"

"Know it!"

Seeing Gong Ying sticking out his tongue angrily, Gong Xing shook his head helplessly and laughed, and suddenly he felt a few pats on the back of his hand.

Fang Yan looked at her and told her not to worry, then continued, "Shanghai Film Studio has already agreed. As long as Beijing Film Academy agrees, you can go to the directing department of Beijing Film Academy for further studies after the new year. It will take about two years."

Gong Xing's eyes flickered, "Can I really be a director?"

“The threshold to become a director is not as low as you might think, but it’s also not as high as you expect.”

Fangyan gave a faint smile.

If she knew that in later generations anyone could become a director, and even old "famous directors" like Zhang Yimou only made crap movies like "Red River" and "Turandot", how would she feel?
"No way?"

Gong Xing blinked, half believing and half doubting.

"Whether you believe it or not, I believe you."

The purpose of dialects is not that simple. Being a director is just a stepping stone. Sooner or later, one must progress to become a film producer with a say.

Seeing the careful planning that her brother-in-law had done for her sister, Gong Ying's eyes were filled with envy. Brother-in-law, I also want to make progress!

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When we arrived in Yanjing, the entire city was covered in white.

As soon as I stepped on it, the shoes disappeared.

Each street office mobilized the residents in the alleys to form a large snow-clearing army.

We started sweeping the snow early in the morning, and the children were playing naughty games and had a snowball fight with great interest.

Snowballs fly around one after another, and if you are not careful, you will be attacked by a snowball that appears out of nowhere.

In addition to snowball fights, they also played sledding.

People were falling to the ground, some were sliding poorly and somersaulting, some were bumping into each other and falling on their backs. For a moment, the streets and alleys became a sea of ​​joy.

Guided by the dialect, Mr. Gong and his companions arrived at this quadrangle house with two courtyards in Hougulouyuan Hutong, their eyes wide open.

Although I had prepared myself mentally, my heart started pounding when I saw the courtyard with my own eyes, and I swallowed subconsciously.

"Yanzi, I remember you said that on the train."

Mother Gong was stunned and said, "You have many houses like this in Yanjing?"

Fangyan nodded and said, "This is the first courtyard house I bought. It's not far from Nanluoguxiang. It's just a short walk away."

"It's so cold, let's not stand outside."

Gong Xing invited them into the house, skillfully arranged the room, and asked them to put their luggage away.

At noon, the group arrived at Fang Yan's home. Yang Xia, Fang Hong, Fang Yan and others had been waiting in the lobby for a long time. For the first time, the two families sat together face to face, eating and chatting, in a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

After the meal, Fangyan went to visit everyone one by one to deliver wedding invitations. There were elders like Shen Shuang, Zhang Guangnian, Wan Jiabao, Ding Ling, and Wang Meng, as well as good friends like Tian Zengxiang and Shi Tiesheng. If they didn't want the celebration to be too earth-shattering, they could even invite a few of their poker friends from Yangfeng Jiadao.

When I arrived at Yenching University, I happened to meet Bai Ruoxue on the playground, making a snowman with Suzuki Yoko, Tang Shengnan and others.

"Teacher Fang!"

Seeing them coming over, Fang Yan smiled and said, "Yoko and Yui must have received it. These two are for you."

"Congratulations, Teacher Fang."

Bai Ruoxue's eyes were complicated.

Suzuki Yoko said: "Teacher Fang, my father knows that you are getting married soon, so he asked me to bring you a bottle of sake."

Fang Yan thanked him and said, "Next time you go back to Japan, thank Branch Chief Suzuki for me."

"Also, I brought the newspaper you asked me to bring from Japan."

Suzuki Yoko shook off the snow on her body, "I have translated several reports with Yui in the past few days."

Fang Yan said: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yui Hashimoto waved her hands repeatedly, "Teacher Fang, you don't know how popular "The Ring" is in Japan right now!"

Fangyan became very interested and listened to Yoko Suzuki reporting the results. As of the day they left Japan, the two volumes had sold a total of more than 40 copies, surpassing the pure literature such as "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog".

And he relayed Shunjiro Suzuki's original words, saying that the sales volume is expected to be no less than that of "Japan Sinks".

"Thanks to this book, Mr. Komatsu Sakyo became the fifth richest person in the world of literature."

Yui Hashimoto's tone was filled with excitement.

Speaking of this, dialect is no longer a problem.

"Teacher Fang, my father has an unwelcome request."

Yoko Suzuki sincerely pleaded to authorize the global publishing rights of "The Ring" to Yuhikaku.

Yuhikaku can increase the royalties to 22%, which means only Japan's top-tier writers and great writers are eligible.

Fang Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "I think we can consider publishing rights other than China."

Suzuki Yoko smiled knowingly: "I had expected you to have this concern, so I informed my father in advance. He said that it was no problem at all. As for publishing in China, Mr. Fang can do whatever he wants and cooperate with any publishing house."

Fangyan was quite satisfied and nodded.

Although "spiritual pollution" has been completely stopped, the negative impact it caused has not yet completely disappeared.

This fatal blow in particular has severely damaged science fiction literature and left it unable to recover.

There are fewer and fewer science fiction journals available on the market, and the publishing houses are either transforming or ceasing operations.

Today, across the country, only "Science Fiction Literature and Art" in Chengdu and "Wisdom Tree" in Tianjin are still "lingering on".

But life was also difficult. Without a stable group of writers to contribute to the publication, the company frequently encountered a "manuscript shortage". As a last resort, it could only translate and publish foreign science fiction literature to make up the number, and even reached the point where it had to use non-science fiction works to make up the number.

After all, the criticism and questioning that science fiction literature has been subjected to have discouraged many writers who write or are preparing to write science fiction. Even Ye Yonglie, the most famous science fiction writer in China today, is not immune.

For example, "Miracle on the World's Highest Peak" is about a scientific expedition team discovering dinosaur eggs on Mount Everest and successfully hatching dinosaurs. This storyline has been questioned as "pseudoscience."

More than a decade later, the dinosaur-themed "Jurassic Park" swept the world.

Compared with the past, it is really sad.

There is really no time to waste in saving Chinese science fiction literature!

(End of this chapter)