Literary Master 1978

With the motivation to make money, Lin Chaoyang changed his previous habit of slacking off. Not only did he write quickly at home, he also didn't waste any time in the library. During the recent winter vacation, the library's business was relaxed, and he was like a fish in water.

In just a few days, he used up a whole book of manuscript paper.

That night, Tao Yushu discovered this amazing situation and asked in surprise: "How many words did you write?"

"I haven't counted." Lin Chaoyang changed to a new manuscript paper and lowered his head to continue writing the novel.

Tao Yushu had a large manuscript paper with 500 grids in his hand, 130 pages per book. Even if punctuation marks were removed, there should be 50,000 to 60,000 words.

She calculated and felt incredible. Her husband had only been writing for a few days, and on average, he wrote almost 10,000 words a day?

Tao Yushu was afraid that Lin Chaoyang was too eager to make money and was eager for quick success, so she put down the clothes she was washing and carefully read the unfinished novel.

After nearly an hour, Tao Yushu raised her head and looked at Lin Chaoyang who was still writing furiously.

Her eyes were gleaming with light, and besides the aftertaste of being intoxicated by the content of the novel, there was more curiosity and confusion.

Tao Yushu couldn't understand why her husband's writing efficiency had improved so much recently when he used to frown and think hard when writing novels. He was almost "two sentences in three years, and tears flowed when he recited them".

Could it be because he wanted to buy a house?

But she felt that this idea was unrealistic. If writing novels could be done just by pressure, then writers would be worthless.

So she thought about it and could only attribute it to her husband's original talent, but he had never discovered his potential before. This time, he was forced to come out of his potential by buying a house.

Thinking of this, Tao Yushu began to reflect on herself.

It seems that she didn't urge her husband enough before. This was her dereliction of duty as a wife. In the future, she should fulfill her duties as a wife and let Lin Chaoyang use all his energy on creation.

Life is only a few decades long. For writers, the creative stage of inspiration is even shorter, so they must cherish it.

Lin Chaoyang, who was busy writing, didn't know what his efforts to buy a house had made his wife think.

Tao Yushu poured him a cup of tea and rubbed his shoulders. After being tired, he enjoyed the happiness of being accompanied by his wife. He said: I can write 10,000 words tonight!

After going to bed that night, Tao Yushu asked Lin Chaoyang: "Hey, do you think we should talk to that Lin Fugui?"

"Are you afraid that he will sell the house to someone else?"

After Lin Chaoyang revealed his thoughts, Tao Yushu said shyly, "The house in the Overseas Chinese Apartment is really good."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "Of course it is a good house. But don't worry, if he can sell it so smoothly, he won't lose money and reduce the price, and do installment payment again."

Lin Fugui is an overseas Chinese. He doesn't need to worry about someone defaulting on his debts when he does installment payments. If someone really dares to default on his debts, the country will help him.

Du Feng helped the couple find a house for several months. Although he screened out many houses that did not meet the requirements, the current situation that cannot be denied is that although private house transactions have improved significantly compared to the past, sellers are completely in a passive situation.

The huge inertia of the welfare housing policy over the past few decades has made Chinese people accustomed to "waiting", "relying on" and "asking". In this environment where no one has extra savings and there is no market regulation, 99% of Chinese people will not think about buying a house, not to mention that the houses in the Overseas Chinese Apartments have already screened out most of the customers in terms of the selling price.

If you want to sell such a house, you must rely on connections.

Who is the richest person these days?

Overseas Chinese are a group, but since Lin Fugui can get in touch with Du Feng, it means that he has no connections in the overseas Chinese group, or no one among the overseas Chinese wants to buy a house.

Among the Chinese people, the richest are not those speculative small vendors, but intellectuals.

For example, the postal savings office located in the Tiger Cave at the south gate of the school, most of the savings in it are contributed by professors of Yanda.

Many professors not only receive a salary of two or three hundred yuan a month, but also receive royalties for publishing books and hourly fees for giving lectures outside... They can easily earn several thousand yuan a year.

Another example is Wu Zuoren, whom Du Feng mentioned before.

What year was 1972? Not only did he dare to buy the Overseas Chinese Apartment, but he also did it easily.

Where could Lin Fugui, an overseas Chinese student, know intellectuals who could afford to buy a house?

Moreover, with the communication and work efficiency of this era, the process of private house transactions often takes several rounds of tugs and takes a long time, and it is impossible to complete it overnight, so Lin Chaoyang was not in a hurry to contact Lin Fugui.

As he expected, less than a week later, Du Feng came to him and said that Lin Fugui had contacted him.

"He should not be short of money, right?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

That day at the Overseas Chinese Apartment, Lin Fugui was very calm, and with his shrewdness, he should know that if he took the initiative to contact Lin Chaoyang and others, he would definitely be bargained.

"I guess he has a house in mind, too."

Du Feng's words won Lin Chaoyang's approval. The Overseas Chinese Apartment is located in the West Third Ring Road. If Lin Fugui wants to buy a house, he must be looking for a courtyard house in East City or West City.

What he wants is the investment potential in the future. There are only so many houses in the core area, and it is not easy to find one that suits his taste. Of course, his urgency is stronger than that of the couple who want to buy a better house.

Lin Chaoyang actually wanted to hoard some courtyard houses like Lin Fugui, but at this stage, he still focused on solving the most basic housing problem. It would not be too late to invest when he had spare money in the future.

Lin Fugui proposed the condition of installment payment, maybe he wanted to get part of the money first to buy the house he liked.

"You tell him that we are also hesitant now, worried that we can't pay the money after buying the house."

Du Feng nodded, "I understand, let's keep him hanging for now."

Half of a month has passed in a flash, and Lin Chaoyang has received two more manuscript fee bills in recent days.

One is 270 yuan for the script of "The First Restaurant in the World" published by "Yanjing Literature and Art", and the other is sent by "Harvest", which is the manuscript fee for the novella he wrote. Li Xiaolin promised to give him the manuscript fee according to the new manuscript fee regulations at that time, and she did not break her promise. This time the manuscript fee reached 1,210 yuan.

Tao Yushu happily accepted the money. After a careful calculation, the savings of the two people have exceeded 4,100 yuan.

She cast her eyes on the man who was concentrating on writing, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

"It's done!"

While Tao Yushu was stunned, Lin Chaoyang threw away his pen, leaned back on the chair, and shouted.

"Done?"

"Yeah."

Lin Chaoyang stretched and stood up. Tao Yushu went forward to grab the manuscript and read it carefully.

Tao Yushu read Lin Chaoyang's new novel from beginning to end, because she was afraid that her husband would write a work that was hasty in order to make money.

However, after so many days, she has great confidence in the quality of the new novel. This is by no means a perfunctory work written to make money, but a very new thing.

The origin of modern and contemporary Chinese literature is the popularity of vernacular style, and its foundation does not come from traditional Chinese literature, but from Western literature.

Traditional Western novels require copying nature and reflecting life truthfully.

The writer is in a dominant position in the work. The novel uses a series of storylines arranged in chronological order as the clues of development. It may be a single-line structure, or it may be a double-line or multi-line structure. Finally, the novelist summarizes the clues to form an ending.

In the late 19th century, this traditional novel began to change. Many writers such as Dostoevsky and Henry James began to innovate in narrative perspectives.

In their writings, novels are no longer copies of nature, but independent organic wholes that develop according to their own internal laws.

Henry James believes that "human nature is infinite, and reality has countless forms."

Therefore, he advocates that writers should withdraw from novels and let the characters in the book act as narrators. The narrator and his supporting characters can reflect various forms of reality from different perspectives. This theory provides an aesthetic basis and creative motivation for the development of Western stream-of-consciousness novels in the 20th century.

Stream-of-consciousness novels were introduced to China very early. In the 1910s and 1920s, a large number of Chinese students studied in Japan. It happened that Western stream-of-consciousness novels flowed into Japan at that time.

These people brought their understanding and cognition of Western literature and stream-of-consciousness novels back to China.

However, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, my country advocated socialist literature. In terms of introducing foreign literature, it mainly introduced classical literature, revolutionary romantic literature, and realistic literature, and focused on introducing Soviet literature and literature from weak countries, such as Vietnamese literature and Korean literature.

The classification of literature belonging to Western modernism was very rejected. After the 1960s, the criticism and criticism became more serious. As an important genre in modernist literature, "stream-of-consciousness literature" was naturally not immune.

It was not until the end of the buzz that the literary world finally ushered in spring, and the stream-of-consciousness genre was able to see the light of day again in China. In the past December, "Foreign Literature and Art" also published several representative stream-of-consciousness novels from abroad.

However, after the repression in the past few years, stream-of-consciousness has been ignored in the domestic literary world.

As a student of the Chinese Department, Tao Yushu is familiar with the development and spread of stream-of-consciousness novels in China. The reason why she thought of so many things is because Lin Chaoyang's novel this time has a strong stream-of-consciousness color and technique.

Tao Yushu has not read many works of stream of consciousness, and her experience in judging this type of work is also limited.

But she knows that the most basic technique of stream of consciousness creation is that some objective thing triggers the subjective association of the characters in the book, releasing a series of consciousness processes, forming the inner monologue of the characters. The novel newly written by Lin Chaoyang has typical characteristics of this kind.

Tao Yushu put down the novel and asked Lin Chaoyang: "Why did you think of writing a stream of consciousness novel?"

Lin Chaoyang certainly couldn't say that stream of consciousness is full of nonsense and easy to cheat for royalties. He said: "I just read a lot of novels of this type and want to try it."

"My novel tells a journey full of hope and humanity, and it takes place in the summer.

The sun is hot and dazzling. Under the strong light, the story is not only warm, but also has a certain psychedelic and fairy-tale color. I think the writing of stream of consciousness is very consistent with this style and atmosphere."

Tao Yushu listened to Lin Chaoyang's words and nodded. It was indeed well thought out.

"I can feel the atmosphere you said when I read the novel."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "That means this novel is successful."

Tao Yushu was not only happy about the quality of the novel, but also about her husband being able to complete the novel in such a short time. She said in amazement: "It's only been more than half a month, and your novel has 200,000 words, right?"

These days, whenever Lin Chaoyang finishes writing a part, she will read along. This has become her daily compulsory course.

Although she hasn't counted the number of words in the ending she wrote today, the overall number of words should not be much different.

"More words are better, so you can earn more royalties."

Tao Yushu laughed and said, "But this kind of novel has a certain reading threshold. If it is published, I'm afraid the response may not be so good?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is royalties." Lin Chaoyang said nonchalantly.

The next day, Lin Chaoyang was thinking about which publication to send the manuscript to, and Li Shuguang from Renwenshe found the library.

He was responsible for the publication of the single volume of "Little Shoes" by Renwenshe, and he also attended the symposium held by "Yanjing Literature and Art".

Lin Chaoyang was curious about why Li Shuguang came to see him today. After asking, he found out that Li Shuguang came to let him have time to go to Renwen Press to re-sign a publishing contract.

"What contract?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"The contract for "Little Shoes". Didn't the new rules for remuneration come out? In the future, there will be remuneration based on the number of copies printed." Li Shuguang explained.

Lin Chaoyang didn't expect there would be a surprise. Renwen Press is really honest.

After talking about re-signing the publishing contract, Li Shuguang said: "I read your "The World's No. 1 Restaurant". I didn't expect you to write such a good script. Such a script is not something that ordinary people can write."

At this time, the Yanshi University version of "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" had already stopped performing. Li Shuguang was talking about the script of "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" that was just published in "Yanjing Literature and Art" this month.

Lin Chaoyang made a few polite remarks, and Li Shuguang asked again: "I heard that you have given this script to the People's Art Theater?"

"Yes."

Li Shuguang nodded, "When this play is performed in the Capital Theater in the future, I must go to see it."

"Thank you."

"Have you written anything new recently?" Li Shuguang asked casually.

"I just finished writing a novel."

Li Shuguang's eyes lit up. He didn't expect to have an unexpected gain today. "What is it about? A novella or a novel?"

"A novel, it's about a story about summer."

Li Shuguang wanted Lin Chaoyang to show him the manuscript, but Lin Chaoyang said he was a little hesitant.

He planned to submit the novel to a literary magazine first, so that it can be published after it is published, and he can earn two royalties.

If the manuscript is given directly to Li Shuguang, it is equivalent to losing the royalties for publication.

"I want to submit this novel to a magazine." Lin Chaoyang said cryptically.

Li Shuguang immediately understood what he meant and laughed: "It's nothing. I guarantee you can earn the publishing fee."

Lin Chaoyang thought he was going to give the novel to People's Literature, and said: "Last time, "The Wreath under the Mountain" was originally promised to Lao Liu of October, but in the end, it was given to People's Literature. This time, I can't give it to them."

"Not to them." Li Shuguang also echoed.

Lin Chaoyang looked at him in confusion. What does he mean?

"How about giving it to Contemporary?" Li Shuguang asked.