The literary era since 1979

Chapter 324: The Ironmaker's "Autumn Wind"

"root?"

Yu Deli, Lu Shuyou and others looked at each other, and suddenly realized that the national regional culture advocated by Wang Chaoyin, Han Shaogong and others was first advocated by Fang Xiaojiang. Could it be that he also supports the "localist" cultural line?

In the silence, Fangyan said with a smile:
"Every literature is born from its own cultural roots and soil. For example, American 'black humor' is related to the American humor tradition and 'cowboy' taste."

"The strict control of public opinion in Latin America gave rise to magical realism, as well as Sartre and Camus' existentialist literature, which was born entirely on the basis of European existentialist philosophy."

"For example, in Japan, Yasunari Kawabata's 'New Sensationalism' has both a unique culture of mono no aware and a profound Zen culture."

“If Chinese literature wants to go global, it must first figure out what its roots are, then take root, sprout, and branch out.”

Looking left and right, the people around me were still silent, with deathly stillness.

Fangyan said: "We should certainly understand more about the writing techniques and genres of modern Western literature, but no matter how much we follow certain Western writers and genres, no matter how well we imitate them, it can never be original Chinese literature."

Yu Deli said with a straight face, "According to Director Fang, Western modern literature is not important?"

Fangyan waved his hand and said, "What I meant is 'Chinese learning as the basis, Western learning for practical use'."

Chen Xiaoman immediately said: "I agree with Yanzi's proposal!"

"I agree too!"

After seeing Wang Fu and the others express their opinions, Yu Deli came to his senses and realized that General Fang, like Liu Jianqing, was taking a middle-of-the-road approach.

Lu Shuyou reserved his own opinion, but did not completely deny Fangyan's idea.

"It's normal to have differences. It's abnormal not to have differences. But I believe there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that we want to make People's Literature a literary journal that satisfies the people." Fang Yan said as he took out a piece of manuscript paper from his bag. "This is the opening declaration drafted by Editor-in-Chief Wang. It will be published in the first issue of People's Literature this year in the name of the 'Editorial Department of this Journal.'"

As soon as these words were spoken, the manuscript of "Not Just for Literature - A Letter to Readers" was circulated quickly among everyone.

Fang Yan said, "There is one more thing. Editor-in-Chief Wang has approved my leave. I will be going to Chengdu in a few days."

"Yanzi, what are you doing in Rongcheng?"

Chen Xiaoman asked the question that everyone present wanted to ask.

Fang Yan said that the Sichuan Army was transferred to his command, and Wang Meng hoped that he could help People's Literature open up a new situation in Sichuan.

"That's really too much work, Director Fang."

Although Yu Deli said this, he was already very happy in his heart.

It looks like General Fang is going to be a hands-off boss!
"During my absence, I will leave the editorial department to Director Lu."

Fangyan explained everything. "As for the second issue of People's Literature, I have also done some work and have already asked someone to write an article for me."

When they heard that he was going to visit the homes of writers who had been commissioned to write articles, young editors such as Li Dongbao and Zhu Wei volunteered.

"Zhu Wei, come with me."

Fangyan glanced around and selected his general from the crowd.

"Yes, Teacher Fang!"

Zhu Wei was extremely excited. When he glanced at Li Dongbao, his chin unconsciously raised.

…………

As soon as the lunch break was over, the two left the editorial office of People's Literature and came to the open-air parking lot.

When Zhu Wei saw the bright red Citroen, his eyes lit up.

As soon as I sat in the passenger seat, I looked around like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, up and down, left and right, front and back.

Fang Yan said: "I remember that we met at the Military Literature Creation Symposium."

Zhu Wei nodded repeatedly and said that he and his colleague Ma Wei both attended the symposium on behalf of "Huaxia Youth".

Ma Weidu...

Fang Yan smiled and asked, "Then how did you end up being transferred to People's Literature?"

"It was recommended by Teacher Wang Fu."

Zhu Wei told the truth, "It was she who brought me into the industry, and even Huaxia Youth was recommended to me by her."

Fang Yan said: "It seems that Teacher Wang thinks highly of you."

"Teacher Fang."

Zhu Wei said: "I am not bragging. Teacher Wang and many colleagues have praised me for my quick reading and good vision. Maybe I am a third-rate writer in writing novels, but when it comes to being an editor, I believe I can become a first-rate editor."

"Ambitious!"

Fangyan smiled and drove to Lama Temple Street.

Zhu Wei asked in surprise: "Teacher Fang, are we going to Shi Tiesheng's house?"

Fangyan asked, "Have you been to Shi Tiesheng's house?"

"I have been there." Zhu Wei said with regret that Shi Tiesheng's previous works "Law Professor and His Wife" and "Half an Hour for Lunch" were originally intended to be published in "Huaxia Youth", but the editorial department felt that the novels were too dark and directly rejected them.

"If that's the case, it's a good thing you guys killed him, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten this opportunity."

Fangyan got out of the car, holding the gift, shouting as he walked.

"Tie Sheng!"

With a "click", the window opened and Shi Tiesheng poked his head out of the house, his eyes narrowed into a line with a smile.

"Yanzi, you never come to the temple for no reason. What happened this time?"

"Hey, I'm here to give you a gift."

Fang Yan held up the package of peach cakes in his hand and said, "Look who else is here."

Shi Tiesheng felt he looked familiar to him, and after looking him up and down, he finally recognized him as Zhu Wei from China Youth.

"Why are you two..."

"He and I are now colleagues in the same unit."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Do you remember when I came to your house to pay New Year's greetings, I told you that I was transferred to People's Literature?"

"of course I remember!"

Shi Tiesheng suddenly realized, "Are you guys planning to take over my novel?"

Fang Yan smiled and said, "How can you say that? We are friends, and you are a loyal person! You are a good friend! You are willing to stick up for your friends! Today, I need you to help me with this little favor!"

Zhu Wei was astonished to see the two of them joking around and not showing any airs of great writers.

Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but laugh: "Come on, come on, I just happen to have a short story on hand, consider it my inauguration gift to you."

Fangyan gave a thumbs up and said, "Tiesheng, you are so righteous!"

Shi Tiesheng took out the manuscript from the drawer and handed it over. "You, you, I knew you were here to take advantage of me."

Fangyan looked closely and found that the title of the novel was "Football".

The content is quite simple, it is about two disabled people who are going to watch a football game in wheelchairs, but there is only one ticket for the two of them, so they bet whether there are stairs in front of the stadium. If there are stairs, the one without crutches will give the stairs to the one with crutches.

However, the ending did not specify whether there were stairs or not. The entire text was a conversation between two people while they were rocking wheelchairs on the road.

Discussing the reasons to live, and occasionally saying, "If only I had two tickets."

After reading it from beginning to end, he pondered for a moment, "Tie Sheng, when I come back from Chengdu, why don't we go to northern Shaanxi to play football with Lu Yao, Mo Shen and the others?"

"Okay!"

Shi Tiesheng agreed without thinking, "Last year I wanted to go to northern Shaanxi to visit my fellow villagers in Qingpingwan, but I ended up staying in the hospital for almost half a year. The farthest I've ever traveled was to attend your wedding."

Hearing that he was in a depressed mood, Fangyan grinned and rubbed his fingers, "Hey, then shouldn't you also give a wedding gift..."

"You are such a jerk! Even a tyrant wouldn't be beaten like this!"

Shi Tiesheng rolled his eyes. "Why don't you do it yourself and write another good article like "Malice"?"

Fangyan shrugged helplessly, then chatted for a while and said goodbye. After finishing his business, he would pick up Shi Tiesheng and bring him home for a meal.

"Haha, well, let me eat your rich man for once!"

Shi Tiesheng waved his hand and watched the car slowly disappear from his sight.

Zhu Wei sat in the car without saying a word. He never dreamed that in just one afternoon, Fangyan had already commissioned three manuscripts.

Moreover, it was completely a deliberate effort to bring myself to pay a visit and meet the bigwigs in the Yenching literary circle, whom I had never been able to meet before.

It was also the first time that I felt Teacher Fang’s amazing connections in the literary circle. No matter who he was, he had to give him face!
"Zhu Wei, I'll leave those manuscripts to you."

Fang Yan said: "Especially during the days when I went to Rongcheng."

"I?"

Zhu Wei never imagined that he would be given the privilege of handling the works of famous artists.

"Since Professor Wang Fu is so optimistic about your abilities, I also want to meet you as a first-class editor. What do you think? Do you dare to take the job?" Fang Yan smiled faintly.

The editorial department is currently full of Yu Deli and Lu Shuyou's people, so he has to at least support and train some of his own people.

"dare!"

Faced with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhu Wei not only made a solemn promise, but even dared to issue a military order.

Perhaps many years later, when I recall this scene, I can't help but sigh: If it weren't for Teacher Fang's personal appointment, I might still be doing odd jobs at "People's Literature". In fact, there is nothing wrong with doing odd jobs, but the literary world is even more open to him.

After all, I really want to improve!
(End of this chapter)