The literary era since 1979

Chapter 51 Playing Football with Shi Tiesheng

It has been 7 days since the release of "Harvest".

From south to north, after days of fermentation and publicity, the fresh "spy war" theme of "Dark War" has stood out.

"Dark War" shines because of the "Harvest" platform.

Because of the popularity of "Dark War", the sales of "Harvest" have increased visibly this time, complementing and achieving each other.

Moreover, this popularity is growing day by day.

Because it was a rare novel with an underground worker as the protagonist, it was immediately reported extensively by mainstream literary and art newspapers and magazines such as the Literary Gazette and Wenhui Daily, and was recommended tirelessly.

For example, "Dark War: A Landscape Before Dawn".

Because of the unique opening of "Dark War" and the innovative concept of "spy war", it was commented on from the perspective of literary theory such as "spy war" in "Literary and Art Research" and "Southern Literary Circle".

For example, "On "Infernal Affairs" and the Concept of Spy War Themes".

"Writing in dialect is undoubtedly unique, pioneering and experimental for contemporary Chinese literature..."

"The new subject matter of "Dark War" breaks through the shackles of "anti-espionage" and innovates the literary narrative of spy war hero legend. The new beginning of "Dark War" breaks the conventional narrative of time and space..."

“The following paragraph is better!”

Mo Shen spread out the Literary Gazette in front of Fang Yan.

"I'll see, I'll see."

Gu Hua, Wang Anyi, Tie Ning and others came over.

Fangyan put down the book "On Creation" in his hand, feeling happy and helpless. He was helpless because the royalties were one-time and no matter how popular or how high the sales were, it had nothing to do with him. But he was happy because at least the copyrights of the TV series and movies were still in his hands.

Moreover, if we publish a single volume in the future, we can make a lot of money.

Just for the royalties, including "Listening to the Wind" and "The Shepherd", it's almost more than 2000 yuan.

One fifth of the ten thousand yuan households!

The key is that I will publish a novel soon.

Just as he was thinking about how to use the money, Jiang Zilong's voice came from outside the house, "Yanzi, someone is looking for you outside!"

"Who?"

"It's the friend you met at Ditan Park."

"Oh! Tiesheng!"

Fangyan carefully put the book into his bag and walked out.

In the corridor, Shi Lan was seen pushing Shi Tiesheng.

"Teacher Xiao Fang, this is my sister."

"I've already told you that, if this isn't a work situation, just call me 'Yanzi'." Fang Yan smiled and greeted Shi Lan. "As for Comrade Xiao Lan, I'll be so kind as to call you 'sister', is that okay?"

"No no."

Shi Lan waved her hands a little nervously.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fangyan invited them to the small bungalow where he usually wrote, and they chatted as they walked along the way.

"I'm here to deliver a manuscript today."

Shi Tiesheng patted the canvas bag on his thigh and said, "I also want to take a look at what the literature institute looks like."

"How do you feel?"

Fang Yan took the wheelchair from Shi Lan and pushed him away.

“The conditions are a little more difficult than I imagined.”

Shi Tiesheng looked at the weed-covered campus.

"We have just resumed school, but don't underestimate the difficulties. This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant. I talk about literature and creation with teachers and classmates every day, and slowly I don't care about the difficulties anymore."

Fang Yan said: "Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends."

"it is good!"

Shi Tiesheng was very excited and looking forward to it.

"This is Shi Tiesheng."

Fangyan introduced Shi Tiesheng, Mo Shen, Jiang Zilong and others to each other to avoid awkward silence. He specifically brought up topics about literature and made friends through literature. Gradually, the sense of estrangement between them was eliminated.

Shi Tiesheng also began to integrate into the circle.

In particular, his own work "Corner Without Sun" was circulated among Fang Yan, Tie Ning, Wang Anyi and others, and they were amazed.

When I talk about my strengths and hear compliments, I feel very happy.

When talking about shortcomings or hearing about mistakes, I don't get annoyed at all.

Shi Tiesheng is like a sunflower that stays in a corner without the sun all year round. With a little sunshine, he becomes radiant.

I felt happier than ever before, and my face was full of smiles.

Especially since his novel, although it had some flaws, was unanimously recognized by everyone present, he was so excited that his face turned red.

"I'll help you correct these grammatical errors and typos."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "I have passed the first round of the review. The next step is the review by the novel team and the final review by the editorial department. As long as I can pass the review, there should be no problem with the final review."

"Thank you, little..."

Shi Tiesheng immediately changed his words and called out "Yan Zi".

"It just so happens that the novel group of Yanjing Literature and Art will come to the workshop in a few days. I will show them the manuscript then."

Fangyan sorted out the manuscript and clamped it with an iron clip.

"Yanzi, why are you people from the editorial department here?"

Mo Shen and the others all had similar doubts. "Of course they are here to ask for an article!"

Fang Yan said, "There are so many good writers in the lecture hall, and there must be many good works like "Corner Without Sun". If we don't grab it now, when will we? We at Yenching Literature and Art want to grab it before other publishing houses. This is called striking first and gaining the upper hand."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard his flattery.

Shi Tiesheng seemed to want to speak but hesitated, as if he had something to say but couldn't open his mouth. Fortunately, Shi Lan had the same idea and took the initiative to ask:
"Brother Yan, how much can my brother get for his writing?"

"Our standard at Yenching Literature and Art is that the highest fee for new writers is 4 yuan per thousand words. Your brother's novel has about 5000 words." Fangyan pointed at the pages of the graph paper and made a simple estimate. "I think it can be more than 20 yuan."

"20 bucks!?"

Shi Tiesheng and Shi Lan were both surprised and delighted.

"But I can't decide whether I can get this standard or not. It depends on what Teacher Zhou Yanru thinks." Fang Yan said kindly, "But don't worry, I will try my best to fight for you."

"Thank you, Teacher Xiao Fang!"

Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but shout out.

Although 20 yuan is not a lot of money, it is more than my monthly salary. More importantly, the novel was actually published in "Yenching Literature and Art". All this is thanks to Teacher Xiao Fang!

"Look at you. I've told you so many times that since this is not a work environment, just call me 'Yanzi'!" Fangyan patted his shoulder.

"Iwako."

Shi Tiesheng choked up.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little off, Fangyan changed the topic to lunch, "It's getting late, why don't you stay and try the food at the training center, it's quite good."

"No, no, let's go back and eat."

Shi Tiesheng shook his head.

"It's okay, don't worry about the money and tickets, I'll take care of it!"

"How can this be done!"

"This is the rule of our Yenching Literature and Art. If you need to revise your manuscript in the future, we will also cover your lunch."

Fang Yan did not allow Shi Tiesheng and the other man to refuse, and with the cooperation of Tie Ning and others, he took them to the cafeteria and treated them generously.

I am also receiving the meal allowance from Yenching Literature and Art!
During the meal, Shi Tiesheng became more and more relaxed and talked more and more. He was already talkative, and now he became even more talkative.

"What a pity, today is Sunday and there are no classes. Otherwise, you could attend the lecture with us." Tie Ning shook his head.

"It's not a pity. If we can't go to class, we can just play ball."

Fangyan slapped his thigh.

There is a playground behind the dormitory, with a ping-pong table and a basketball hoop. Jiang Zilong, who came back from the equipment room, was holding a football.

"When the basketball is deflated, all that's left is a football."

"Football? But there's no goal!"

Mo Shen, Jia Dashan and others looked at each other.

"It's easy. Just use the basketball hoop as the goal."

Fang Yan pointed to both sides, and after dividing the groups, he turned to look at Shi Tiesheng, "As for Tiesheng, you are capable, so be the backup. When we can't win, we will call you up!"

Shi Tiesheng laughed out loud after hearing this.

As for the skills of dialect, it is inversely proportional to literature, even worse than the future Chinese national football team, but the current Chinese national football team is not bad at all.

The real Asian overlord!
After playing for a while, the game became really one-sided.

Fang Yan immediately pushed Shi Tiesheng to the bottom of the basketball hoop and said to Gu Hua and the others, "If you kick the ball over here too hard, you'll kill him. Let's see if you dare to score a goal!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and high-fived Shi Tiesheng: "Tiesheng, you must complete the task!"

"Don't worry, wrap it on me!"

Shi Tiesheng waved his hands excitedly.

"Brother, push slower! Slow down!"

Shi Lan was watching nervously and shouted loudly.

Unexpectedly, while she was shouting "Slow down", Wang Anyi, Tie Ning, Wang Shimei and others, who acted as the cheerleaders, kept shouting "Come on!"

"Wow, Yanzi, your feet stink even more than my unwashed socks from yesterday! They stink so bad!"

"Zilong, big brother, don't talk about second brother. Your last kick stinked even more. No, you must wash your feet tonight!"

"They say that when two bad chess players play chess, they get worse and worse. If I play against you two, my feet will stink too."

"........."

Seeing that his team almost ended in a crushing defeat, Shi Tiesheng was not depressed at all. Instead, he smiled with his face flushed and coughed repeatedly.

"Tie Sheng, your ball skills are not good enough!"

Fangyan shook his head and sighed at Shi Tiesheng.

Shi Tiesheng joked, "You played badly, and you blame me for not being a good goalkeeper! If I don't come next time, you won't have a goalkeeper!"

"That won't do. You still have to guard this door! Be reliable!"

Fangyan gave a thumbs up.

Shi Tiesheng was grinning. He had just pushed the wheelchair hard and beads of sweat were oozing out of his forehead and running down his cheeks.

The wind blew gently, it was very cold, but my heart felt warm.

The whole person's blood is boiling and burning.

(End of this chapter)