The literary era since 1979

Chapter 53 Li Yunlong's Solution
Less than half a month before July, the institute announced that it would organize a trip to Beidaihe for all teachers and students before the summer vacation.

Tiening, Wang Anyi, Wang Shimei and other girls were delighted and made an appointment to go to Wangfujing to buy travel supplies, especially swimsuits.

"Yanzi, you're not going?"

Mo Shen and others were equally excited.

Fang Yan said nonchalantly, "You guys go ahead. I left my swimming trunks at home. You can go back home and get them when the time comes."

"Don't bother Yanzi. He is still worried about his novel." Jiang Zilong patted his shoulder.

Mo Shen said, "If you ask me, if it really doesn't work, you should just write about the field you are best at. I think spy wars are good enough."

"You don't understand this."

Jiang Zilong said: "This is the topic that Mr. Mao personally assigned to Yanzi. Unless there is no other way, we have to tackle it head-on."

"That's the truth."

Fangyan shrugged his shoulders, thinking that he had already prepared for the worst, so he started writing "The Lurker" and even had the outline ready.

"But it's no use sitting here and trying to figure it out."

Mo Shen tugged at his arm and said, "Go out for a walk. Maybe you'll get some inspiration."

At this moment, a strong male voice was heard outside the dormitory.

"Excuse me, is Comrade Fangyan here?"

"I am."

When Fangyan walked to the door, two people, one fat and one thin, immediately came into his sight. The thin one looked unfamiliar, while the fat one looked familiar. He had slightly curly hair, a round face, and wore glasses. He looked decent, but had a wicked smile.

Hey, isn't this He Shen He Lord?
"Hello, Teacher Fang. We are from Liaodong Radio Station."

Wang Gang introduced himself and the program director to Fang Yan, as well as the purpose of his trip, hoping to adapt "Dark War" into a radio drama.

"You actually came all the way from Liaodong for this matter?"

Fangyan invited the two to go to the small conference room and chatted as they walked.

At that time, television had not yet become popular throughout the country. It was the heyday of radio stations, and various radio dramas emerged on radio stations across the country.

For example, Wang Gang, who broadcast "The Gadfly" for Zhongyang Radio Station, is now considered a minor celebrity in the entire radio industry.

But what really made him famous was the radio drama "Harbin at Night", which almost everyone of this generation has heard of.

“This is how we show our sincerity.”

The program director looked expectant, "Teacher Xiao Fang, if you give "Dark War" to our station, we are ready to broadcast it in the form of storytelling."

“Is this teacher going to perform?”

Fangyan glanced at Wang Gang.

"The process is to complete the script of the radio drama first, then find the announcers in the station to audition one by one, and finally confirm the suitable candidate." The director of the program department turned to look at Wang Gang, "Well, does Teacher Xiao Fang think he is suitable?"

"It sounds good."

Wang Gang couldn't help but feel excited by the seemingly casual remark in dialect. This was an affirmation from the original author. It would add a lot of points to him during the radio station audition!

"We will seriously consider it. As for the adaptation..."

Without waiting for the program director to finish speaking, Fangyan readily agreed.

The radio drama business is still a business no matter how small it is.

Different radio stations have different pricing standards.

For small newsletters, Liaodong Provincial Radio Station will give 2 yuan.

For novels, they are divided into three levels: short stories, novellas and long stories, not by word count but only by length, which are 10 yuan, 30 yuan and 50 yuan respectively. "Dark War" is a novella, which is 30 yuan.

Of course other radio stations have to pay for it if they want to use it.

After receiving the manuscript fee, Fang Yan was in a good mood. He left the training institute with Mo Shen, Jiang Zilong and others and went strolling on Wangfujing Street.

When we came back in the evening, we held a dance party in the cafeteria.

He pushed the tables and chairs to the wall and took out a tape recorder.

As soon as the music starts, one or two bolder pairs come up first.

It seems that he doesn't dance very well. His hands and feet are a bit stiff, and he doesn't really hit the mark.

Tie Ning asked, "What kind of dance did those people we ran into on the road today perform? I don't think I've ever seen it before."

"I don't know, I just saw them twisting their hips and waists."

Wang Anyi pursed her lips and said, "Too unrestrained." "Did you also wear pants with bell-bottom hems?"

Fangyan asked.

Tie Ning nodded and said, "Yes, bell-bottom pants, and a shirt with a fancy collar and the hem tucked into the waistband."

"Is that how they dance?"

Dialects swayed their bodies and danced disco.

However, the name "disco" is not well-known now, and this dance that looks like sieve bran is called "swing dance".

"Yes, that's how they dance!"

Wang Anyi was surprised and asked, "Yanzi, can you dance this kind of dance?"

I have practiced it specially!

Fangyan spread his hands and said, "I saw someone dancing like this on the street and I thought it was new, so I learned a few moves. Do you want to dance?"

"Forget it, let's just dance something simple."

Tiening waved his hand.

Dialects are just spoken words.

At that time, breakdancing was not popular. What people danced was ballroom dancing, and something more extreme was disco. Of course, the most dangerous thing was cheek-to-cheek dancing.

However, even ballroom dancing is prohibited.

Just in June, the "Notice on Banning Commercial Dances and Spontaneous Dances in Public Places" was issued, prohibiting ballroom dancing.

So, I can only jump stealthily.

"me……"

Wang Anyi looked at Fangyan on the left and Tiening on the right.

"An Yi, how about we take turns dancing, I'll do the first half and you the second half?" Tie Ning said with a smile.

"Okay." Wang Anyi blushed.

"Teacher Xiao Fang, do you have any objections?"

Tie Ning walked confidently towards the dance floor in the middle.

Fangyan smiled and shook his head, then went on stage with her as a pair, keeping a slight distance between them and dancing in a waltz circle.

Tiening was not very good at dancing, and all her attention was focused on the dance steps, with a tense face and a solemn expression. If she wanted to be romantic and chat while dancing, that was out of the question.

It’s good enough if you don’t get stepped on.

Soon, young employees from the party school cafeteria also came to join in, bringing not only new tapes but also dance partners.

After dancing for a while, Fangyan left the stage and let Tiening and Wang Anyi dance. He stood on the side, drinking water sips by sips.

"call."

Jiang Zilong exhaled tiredly and walked up to him: "Yanzi, are you still worried about the novel?"

Fangyan nodded, "Yeah."

"I've also thought about it for you. Is it possible to have such an idea, to break away from the existing framework and not talk about specific reforms?"

Jiang Zilong's eyes flickered.

“Break out of the specific reform framework?”

Fangyan stroked his chin and thought.

"Yes, we are writers. How can we predict how enterprises and rural areas will change? If we write about it inaccurately, we will be criticized. If we write about it inaccurately, it will be even worse. So I have been thinking, can we jump out of the specific reforms and just talk about a spirit?"

Jiang Zilong said seriously: "A spirit of reform. I think it can't be wrong to affirm and praise this spirit."

“Reform spirit!”

Fangyan immediately understood, yes, in terms of spirit.

Just like Li Yunlong in "Drawing Sword", he talks about the soldier's fighting will and the spirit of drawing sword, and we can also learn from him.

Just write about the spirit of reform!

　Thanks to Yaolang for the 500 starting coins

　　
　
(End of this chapter)