The literary era since 1979

Chapter 89 The entire future of a sect
During the Qingming Festival, it rains continuously.

The weather was hot and humid, and two Riyue brand electric fans were running at full power, blowing towards Yang Xia, her mother and her two daughters.

"Mom, has something happened to Yanzi recently? He has been leaving home early and coming back late these days. He is not in good spirits. He is like a completely different person."

Fang Hong put the newspaper on the table, feeling uneasy.

Fang Yan nodded and said, "When I went to the toilet at night, I saw my brother crying secretly in the corner of the yard."

"The teacher who taught Iwako writing has passed away."

Yang Xia explained: "Yanzi is helping his family with the funeral now. This is all I know."

"So that's it."

Fang Hong suddenly realized, "It seems that their feelings are very deep."

"Of course. This teacher took good care of Yanzi during his lifetime."

Yang Xia sighed deeply.

"Yanzi is a nostalgic person. No wonder he is so sad when encountering such a thing." Fang Hong also sighed.

"You guys just need to know these things by yourselves. Don't say anything or ask anything in front of Yan Zi. He will say what he wants to say. If he doesn't want to say it, don't ask, so as not to bring up his sad memories."

Yang Xia repeatedly warned, "Yanzi, especially you, don't listen to the tape your brother bought recently, it's lascivious."

Fang Yan stuck out her tongue, "Okay."

"Mom, give me the book at home."

Fang Hong said seriously, "When the rain stops, I'll go out and buy Yanzi some of his favorite food."

"Yes, yes, I'll go with you too."

Yang Xia stood up.

"You should stay at home and look after my little sister."

Fang Hong waved her hand and said, "Besides, if Yanzi comes back later, what will happen if there is no adult at home?"

As they spoke, the wind from the electric fan gently blew up the newspaper.

All I saw was Shen Yanbing’s obituary.

After the farewell ceremony and funeral, Fang Yan accompanied Shen Shuang, Chen Xiaoman and their family of three back from Babaoshan Cemetery.

People gradually came to the old house in Houyuanensi Hutong. However, Shen Shuang and Chen Xiaoman were already old, and were in great sorrow and pain. Their spirit and body had reached their limit.

Therefore, all the reception work at the scene fell on the shoulders of Fang Yan, the disciple.

Fortunately, I had experienced this kind of separation of life and death in my previous life. Even though I was very exhausted, I was still able to hold on and do everything well.

Those who came to the house specially were basically old friends of Shen Yanbing in the literary and art circles.

Unlike previous ceremonies, many important figures attended the condolences, including the one who called himself "baby".

But what impressed him most was Grandma Yihao, who had a close relationship with Shen Yanbing. The four words "Former Residence of Mao Dun" that appeared on the screen wall were written by her.

As Shen Yanbing's last disciple, he was allowed to visit her home and receive her care and concern as a nephew.

"Mr. Ba, Mr. Wan, please have some water."

Fangyan brought 4 glasses of water.

Two of the cups were given to Li Xiaolin and Wan Fang who accompanied them.

Li Yaotang came all the way from Shanghai. “Will the second part of The Great Qin Splitting be published this month?”

"Yes, Ba Lao."

Fang Yan nodded, "In these few days."

"The second part of "The Splitting of the Great Qin" is not as good as the first part. The controversy in the first part is mainly about history and literature, and it only makes a start in terms of reform. But the second part is the real discussion of "reform". More people and more newspapers will be involved. The situation will be more dangerous and complicated. If you are not careful, you will be dragged into the whirlpool of politics."

Wan Jiabao and Li Yaotang looked at each other.

Li Yaotang said bluntly, "I have discussed this with Brother Wan. At this critical moment, it is not appropriate for you to stay in Yanjing. It is best for you to go out and avoid the limelight. I plan to let Xiaolin arrange a secondment for you to write in the name of Harvest and second you to Shanghai."

"Go to Shanghai?!"

The dialect was a big surprise.

Seconded writing means that the publishing house temporarily transfers the "seedlings" of writers that it values ​​to the publishing house to write and revise manuscripts. With the help of the editor, the writer modifies his or her own work until the manuscript meets the publishing requirements. This was the way he did when he revised the manuscript himself and returned to Beijing.

"Shen Sheng died inside, Chong Er lived outside and was at peace."

Even if Li Yaotang doesn't care about Shen Yanbing's old friendship, he is still half his teacher. At this time, he must stand up and protect him from the wind and rain.

"Mr. Ba, that's not necessary."

Fangyan said that he was planning to go to northern Shaanxi as per the commissioned writing plan.

"Going to northern Shaanxi?"

Li Yaotang pondered for a while, "That's good. Compared to Shanghai, northern Shaanxi is safer, and you are closer to the literary world in northern Shaanxi."

"Besides, northern Shaanxi is the land of the Three Qins, and they will have different views on Xiao Fang's novel." Wan Jiabao patted him on the shoulder, "When you come back from northern Shaanxi, remember to come to my house, and we can talk about the drama adaptation of "The Great Qin Fission" in person."

"Thank you, Mr. Wan." Fang Yan agreed, and then politely saw people out the door, one wave after another, until the last group.

Zhang Guangnian said meaningfully: "When you come back from northern Shaanxi, submit "The Hidden" to "People's Literature"."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

"Junior brother, just call me 'senior brother' in private."

"Take care, brother."

Fang Yan sent Zhang Guangnian to the car, and later when he went to the study, he saw Shen Shuang lying sick on the bed, looking both painful and exhausted.

"Yako, thank you so much."

He stood up slowly and said with a sad smile: "If you hadn't been running around, I'm afraid your sister-in-law and I would have collapsed from exhaustion."

"Brother Shen, these are all my responsibilities. Besides, I can't help much. Everything is arranged by the funeral committee."

Fangyan pulled over a chair and sat down.

"Don't say that. You've been a real help."

Shen Shuang's face looked slightly pale.

"Brother Shen, you better listen to me. The money..."

Dialects express one's own thoughts.

The basic royalties for the single volumes of "Dark War" and "The Horse Herder" have all been received. Add to that the royalties from "The Qin Empire", and even if he bought a lot of calligraphy and paintings, he still has a huge amount of money.

A sum of money was specially prepared. After all, all Shen Yanbing's money had been donated, and Shen Shuang's family of three did not have much savings.

"No, we can't open this door."

Shen Shuang shook her head: "Don't worry, I will never be polite when I should be. I will definitely ask you for help."

"You and sister-in-law, please don't be polite."

Fangyan promised solemnly.

"correct."

Shen Shuang walked towards the bookshelf. "Before Dad left, he specifically told me that, in addition to the literature and materials needed for the Memoirs, some of these books and paintings will be donated, and some will be left to you. You may need them in your future creations."

"This……"

Fangyan wanted to decline but was interrupted.

Shen Shuang said: "Take it, let's not push it back and forth. Even if you can't use it, it's good to keep it as a souvenir."

Fang Yan no longer refused and listened to him say that although Shen Yanbing taught many students, at most he was just taking care of and protecting the younger generation. They could only be considered nominal disciples, and not many could be called true disciples.

In addition, many people either sacrificed their lives or passed away for various reasons. Some, like Zhang Guangnian, were already old, resulting in a lack of young people and a sparse population.

"Dad has high hopes for you. I hope you can contribute more to the prosperity of Chinese culture in the future."

Shen Shuang's words revealed strong expectations.

"I will, Brother Shen!"

Fangyan nodded solemnly.

When the rain stopped, it was already dark.

After returning from Hou'ensi Hutong, Fangyan was exhausted both physically and mentally. When he reached the door of his house, he slipped and bumped into the door.

"Yanzi, what's going on?"

Yang Xia was startled and came over immediately.

"It's okay, Mom. It's just a slippery road."

Fang Yan waved his hand and returned to the room tiredly.

After a while, Fang Hong came into the house holding an umbrella, "Mom, it's been two days, and Yanzi hasn't come back yet?"

"I'm home!"

Yang Xia glanced at the bedroom. "Look, he just came back and lay down. He must be exhausted after being busy for so long."

Fang Hong heard Fang Yan was sleeping and did not disturb him.

After the egg noodles were ready, I called him out to eat, but after calling for a long time, there was no response, so I walked into the room in confusion.

It was pitch black all around. Fang Yan was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt. Fang Hong gently pushed him a few times, "Yan Zi, Yan Zi."

"Ah, why is your forehead so hot!"

Yang Xia felt something was wrong and reached out to touch it.

"Oh no, Mom, Yanzi has a fever!"

Fang Hong was startled, "Send him to the hospital quickly!"

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