The literary era since 1979

Chapter 62 was published in People's Literature

August 8th, the day to return to school.

The air was stuffy and the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain. Fangyan returned to the training institute before it rained.

At this time, the dormitory was empty.

After cleaning for a while, Jiang Zilong finally arrived.

He gave Fangyan a bear hug and said, "It's only been a month since we last met, but why do I feel like we haven't seen each other for years?"

"This is what they call a day without seeing you feels like a long time."

After separation, the relationship becomes even better when we reunite.

Afterwards, Mo Shen, Gu Hua, Tie Ning, Wang Anyi, Jia Dashan and others returned to school one after another, and each of them looked a little different.

After such a long time, we have become a little estranged from each other.

Fangyan simply suggested holding a work discussion meeting, where everyone could exchange their graduation works regardless of whether they were well-written or not.

“Making friends through literature, what a good idea!”

"I attended!"

"Count me in, I'll join in."

Everyone showed their support and came to the cafeteria.

"This letter is for you."

Tie Ning took out an opened letter from his canvas bag.

"This is……"

Fangyan opened it and saw the signature, which turned out to be "Sun Li", the founder of the Lotus Pond School, and "Chronicles of Baiyangdian" is his representative work.

"Didn't you tell me about this before the holiday?"

Tie Ning smiled and said, "I was suggested to send Ah, Xiangxue to the seniors in Tianjin for a look. I plucked up the courage and wrote a letter to Mr. Sun. I didn't expect that he would actually write back to me."

Fangyan took a closer look and saw the following words written on the letter:

"It was quiet tonight. I finished reading your novel Oh, Xiangxue in one breath under the lamp. I felt indescribably happy. This novel is full of poetry from beginning to end...

This is a pure poem, just like a clear spring, and wherever it passes, there is also a pure realm. "

"How about it?"

Tie Ning said with a smile.

Compared with the comments that are like pinching your nose and blowing shit, piss and fart up to the sky, it is simply refreshing!
Fang Yan raised his lips and said, "Can this letter be made public? When the novel is published, this letter will definitely come in handy."

Tie Ning said confidently: "That's all thanks to Teacher Xiao Fang. I was worried that no one would like Ah, Xiangxue, as it is neither a reflection nor a scar."

"Now it seems that your worries are completely unnecessary."

Fangyan plans to go back to the publishing house in a few days to hand the letter to the editorial department before the sample of the latest issue of the magazine comes out.

At this time, a drizzle began to fall outside the house.

"I have conceived a new one, but I haven't figured out how to write it yet."

"An Yi hasn't finished writing yet, Zilong, how about you?"

"Here, it's called Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, and Purple."

Jiang Zilong is still writing reform literature, and has been recognized by Qin Zhaoyang and will soon be published in "Contemporary".

"Wow, contemporary!"

When people think of the level of this publication, they are all envious.

"Yanzi, don't just look at ours, take out yours and let everyone see it."

Mo Shen rubbed his hands, "Well, this old Qin man can't wait any longer!"

"Give."

Fangyan took out two thick stacks of paper and clamped them between two iron frames. He divided the entire "Fission" into the upper part and the lower part.

The first part starts from the time when Duke Xiao of Qin ascended the throne and goes on to describe his three meetings with Shang Yang, during which they discussed "the imperial way", "the kingly way" and "the hegemonic way".

The lower part is about Shang Yang's reforms until he was torn to pieces by chariots.

"so much?!"

Mo Shen, Jiang Zilong and others were surprised.

The length of this article completely meets the standard of a long novel. I originally thought that Fangyan’s first novel would have over 100,000 words, or at most 200,000 words. I didn’t expect him to be so crazy!

"A lot? I've only just started."

Fang Yan said, "You guys take a look at the first part. I have already written the first draft of it." Then he handed them the first part of "Fission".

"Are you planning to submit it to People's Literature?"

"If nothing else happens..."

"That's for sure!"

“People’s literature!?”

In an instant, there was an uproar, with surprise and envy.

If "Contemporary" and "Harvest" are the holy places of contemporary literature in people's minds, "People's Literature" is the highest holy mountain of literature. Everyone dreams of publishing his or her own novel there.

Jiang Zilong, Mo Shen and Gu Hua sat in a row, six eyes fixed on the manuscript. Sometimes, some read fast and some read slowly, and the ones who read fast would urge the ones who read slowly.

Those waiting in line to watch the show kept urging him to come.

At this moment, Li Qingquan brought teachers such as Xu Gang and Gu Jianzhi to see the students. As soon as they entered the door, they saw this scene.

"What's so exciting?"

"Mr. Li, are we waiting for a novel in dialect?"

“He has finished writing his novel?!”

Li Qingquan and Xu Gang looked at each other, surprised and happy.

Jiang Zilong and the others were also very tactful. They knew that the institute had high hopes for Fangyan's long novel, so even though they were reluctant to part with it, they still handed it over with both hands, with a look of being reluctant to leave.

"Xiao Fang."

Li Qingquan asked Fang Yan to follow him to the office.

Boom, accompanied by a loud thunder, the rain became heavier and heavier.

Fangyan was sitting and drinking water when he saw Li Qingquan hand the previous page he had finished reading to Xu Gang and then he continued to turn to the next page.

The two of them took a quick look at most of it. "It seems that our choice was not wrong. You really did not disappoint Mr. Ding Ling and us!"

Li Qingquan sighed with great satisfaction.

"I was able to write The Fall of the Qin Empire so smoothly thanks to the teacher's guidance."

Fang Yan said politely, "It is also thanks to Mr. Ding Ling, Mr. Li and Mr. Xu that they were able to persuade the teacher."

Li Qingquan rubbed his sore eyes and asked, "Has Mr. Mao seen it?"

"I've already looked at it. The teacher didn't make any changes directly on the original manuscript. He said he had written his comments on a new sheet of paper."

Fangyan replied: "Let me pick it up on Sunday and chat with you in person."

Xu Gang asked, "Did Mr. Mao say in which journal it was published? Was it People's Literature?"

Fang Yan nodded: "Teacher Xu guessed it right, it's People's Literature."

"It should be so." Li Qingquan looked as if he had expected it.

"Mr. Li, Gu Hua, Mo Shen and the others just discussed this with me."

Fangyan reflects the demands of all the students, who hope that the institute can step in and help them apply for a month's creative leave in their units.

"Creative fake? That's a very unique word. You came up with it, didn't you?"

Li Qingquan gave him a kind look.

Fangyan directly admitted that this was the general idea of ​​the students. After all, some people’s graduation works had not been completed yet.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Xu, you know me well. I write novels at a very fast pace, but even at this speed, I cannot guarantee that I can finish it before the end of the semester."

"We can only make a decision after we have a meeting."

Li Qingquan gave a meaningful smile.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

The heavy rain poured down until night. The strong wind blew the raindrops against the leaves, making a rustling sound.

In the dormitory, Wang Anyi held a flashlight in one hand and a pen in the other, listening to the sound of rain and writing a novel.

"An Yi, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Tie Ning stood up straight.

"It's too noisy outside. I can't sleep. I might as well get up and continue writing."

Wang Anyi put the cap on the pen.

"Me too."

Tie Ning got out of bed quietly, came to her side, and asked in a low voice: "Writing your new work?"

Wang Anyi nodded, and when asked about the specific plot, he said softly:

"I am going to write about a rainy night like this one. A lesbian named 'Wenwen' got off work at night and missed the last bus. She happened to run into a strange gay man who kindly gave her a ride home. Along the way, Wenwen went from being wary of this gay man to trusting him..."

"and then?"

Tie Ning listened with great interest.

"Then starting from the next day, Wenwen would wait at the bus stop for a while every day, hoping to meet the gay man again."

Wang Anyi's mouth curled up slightly, "She just waited and waited, but she didn't get it. But she was willing to wait forever."

Tie Ning stared at her with a smile: "Which magazine are you going to submit this article to? Yanjing Literature and Art?"

"I don't know if I can be favored by Teacher Xiao Fang."

Wang Anyi nodded.

"An Yi, are you......"

Tie Ning glanced at the novel, then looked at her.

"Don't talk nonsense, there's no chance for the two of us."

Wang Anyi made a gesture to keep quiet.

Tie Ning blinked, "Is it impossible?"

"Of course not. I'm so much older than him."

Wang Anyi pursed his lips and said, "Besides, when I went back this time, my family introduced me to a gay man who used to be a conductor at the Xuzhou Orchestra and is now an editor at the Shanghai Music Publishing House."

"Ah?" Tie Ning exclaimed in surprise.

"Shh!"

Wang Anyi was startled, then changed the subject, "Actually, I think you two are quite suitable. You treat him..."

"I'm also much older than him. I'm already an old girl."

Tie Ning shook his head and laughed.

"Yeah, we're all old girls."

Wang Anyi sighed, "So what are you going to do?"

Tie Ning whispered, "You don't know me yet. I would rather have nothing than a mediocre marriage."

"Should we find someone similar to him?"

Wang Anyi said half-jokingly.

"You want to be beaten!"

Tie Ning rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Amid the sound of wind and rain, the two of them whispered to each other and promised each other that they would never tell these little secrets to anyone else.

Especially, dialects!

After a while, Tiening felt sleepy and went to bed.

On the contrary, Wang Anyi became more and more excited. Looking at the rain outside, he recalled every little detail and his emotions came over him.

Rustle, rustle, the leaves are messy in the wind.

Swish, swish, the pen moved across the paper.

A first draft has been written, titled "Rain, Rustling".

　Thanks to Fanxiatiankong, Tianxiazonghengyouwo, and Dilongdaozuoguai for the 100 starting coins, and thanks to Qingjiu for the 500 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)