Literary Master 1978

That night, Lin Chaoyang, Cheng Yin, Chen Huaikai and Jiang Huaiyan had a drink at Yanying Guesthouse and went home the next morning.

Tao Yushu was about to go to school and was surprised to see him come back.

"Didn't you take a half-month leave? Why are you back today?"

Lin Chaoyang laughed at himself, "Pack up and get out!"

Tao Yushu was puzzled, "Get out? Didn't they invite you?"

"What's wrong with inviting me? I'm going to help, not to be an old man!"

Tao Yushu frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Lin Chaoyang briefly described the situation to her. Tao Yushu was angry after listening, "You were invited by them, how can they do things this way?"

"It's a conflict of ideas! They have done so much work, of course they can't change their ways just because of my words.

Since the problem can't be solved, then solve the person who raised the problem. Besides, the problems I mentioned may be seen by some people. It's not a problem. "

Tao Yushu was still angry and defended Lin Chaoyang. He said, "Okay, this little thing doesn't affect me. You should go to school quickly."

When he said school, Tao Yushu looked at the time. It was indeed a little late. She hurried to put on her coat and asked while putting on her clothes, "What are you going to do these days? Go to work?"

"I've taken all my leave, why should I go to work? It happens that Li Quanfu and his family will move in two days. My dad and I will go to the courtyard to study how to repair the house."

"Okay."

It has been three months since the courtyard in Mianhua Hutong was bought before the New Year. Li Quanfu's family has been dragging their feet and not moving out. They said that it was difficult to rent a house during the period before and after the New Year. In fact, they just wanted to take advantage of it. If they stayed there for a few more days, they would pay less rent.

Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lin Erchun went to Mianhua Hutong and issued an ultimatum. If their family didn't move out, they would go to the Housing Management Office to talk about it.

After some pressure, Li Quanfu's family finally started to move. They just found a house recently and are preparing to move.

Tao Yushu went out to school. Lin Chaoyang thought he had nothing to do, so he rode his bicycle to the courtyard of the Yanjing Municipal Bureau of Culture at No. 7 West Chang'an Street.

When I came here before, the building of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles always looked dilapidated and depressed. Now that the cultural industry has ushered in a prosperous era, even this place is much more lively than before. As soon as I entered the building, I could hear the voices coming from the offices of the various subordinate associations of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

The sign at the entrance of the editorial department of "Yanjing Literature and Art" has been changed to "Yanjing Literature". This is the first time Lin Chaoyang has come here after the name change of the publication.

The editors were a little surprised to see him coming. Zhang Dening asked, "Chaoyang, why are you here?"

"I came to see you for nothing."

Zhang Dening was about to pour him some water, but when he heard this, he stopped what he was doing, "I can believe you if you change your words."

After being ruthlessly exposed by her lies, Lin Chaoyang laughed, "You still understand me."

Zhou Yanru said to Zhang Dening, "He is a person who never comes to visit for no reason."

Zhang Dening handed the teacup to Lin Chaoyang and asked, "What are you doing here this time? You can't send me a manuscript, right?"

In the past year or so, Lin Chaoyang's creative direction has been concentrated in the field of novels. The space of "Yanjing Literature" cannot publish such long works, so Zhang Dening is no longer as eager for Lin Chaoyang's works as before.

"It is indeed a manuscript."

When this was said, Zhang Dening was surprised, "Will you have a conscience one day?"

Lin Chaoyang was frowning, "Don't go too far."

Zhang Dening put away his jokes and put on a flattering smile on his face, "Is it a short story or a novella? Or a script?"

"Neither."

Lin Chaoyang said, taking out a piece of manuscript paper from his arms.

"This... when did you write a poem."

Looking at the poem on the manuscript paper, Zhang Dening asked.

"It's not written by me, but by a child."

Zhang Dening glanced at Lin Chaoyang, you are only in your early twenties, you call others children, how old are they?

"Take a look first."

After listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Zhang Dening focused on the poem - "The Sun of Al - Dedicated to My Thin Brother".

This poem is not long, with only more than 200 words including the quotation, but Zhang Dening read it very slowly.

It took about ten minutes, and he read the poem carefully four or five times, and kept trying to figure out the various intentions in it.

"Is this poem about Van Gogh?" she asked.

Thin brother, starry sky, sunflower, red hair, absinthe... If Zhang Dening had seen this poem more than two months ago, she would have been confused, as if she was in a fog. These nouns that had nothing to do with her life and reading direction were difficult for her to understand.

But just over two months ago, "The Death of Van Gogh" was published. As the first editor in Lin Chaoyang's life, even though Zhang Dening is rarely responsible for the publication of his works now, she still pays attention to Lin Chaoyang's works.

When "The Death of Van Gogh" was first published, she read the novel as soon as it was published.

She could not imagine that such a novel with the background of 19th century Europe and telling the story of Van Gogh's life was written by the author she was most familiar with.

Her biggest feeling after reading the novel was that she really wanted to open Lin Chaoyang's head to see what kind of strange ideas were in it.

The whole novel not only perfectly balances the story and literary nature, but is also full of wild imagination and suspense, making people unable to stop reading.

Many of the nouns mentioned in "The Sun of Arles - Dedicated to My Thin Brother" are very important elements in "The Death of Van Gogh", so after seeing this poem, Zhang Dening immediately reacted Come over.

Then, by constantly deducing the plot of the novel, I quickly understood the various intentions and emotions expressed in this poem.

Arles is the Provence region in southern France, famous for its wine production. It was the last place where Van Gogh stayed before his death. It was also the place where he had conflicts and conflicts with the post-impressionist painter Gauguin. Van Gogh even cut off one of his own ears because of this. ear.

There is a small mental hospital in Al, where Van Gogh was treated for a time. The title of the poem and the first line of the poem "Going to the South" refer to that place...

After annotating all the poems in his mind, Zhang Dening asked: "Who wrote this poem?"

"A student from Yan University, what do you think?"

Zhang Dening's eyes rolled on the manuscript paper, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "This author has a lot of ideas. Look at this paragraph, 'It erupted powerfully from the ground, as recklessly as a volcano... burning the starry sky into rough rivers, burning the land Rotating, raising yellow spasmodic hands, the sunflower invites all who draw chestnuts from the fire to paint no more the olive grove of Christ'.

This paragraph is so wonderful, it completely explains the character and psychology of Van Gogh, a genius. His colors are the colors of volcanic eruptions, the curved starry night, the burning land, all plants and life raise their convulsive palms towards the sun. .

He was talking about Van Gogh in this paragraph, and I felt that he was intertextualizing with himself. He projected his own spiritual world onto Van Gogh.

This student poet is not simple! "

At the end, Zhang Dening sighed, and she asked: "Has he ever published a collection of poems?"

"What kind of poetry collection has he published? He has never even published a poem. This is the first poem he wrote."

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Zhang Dening's face was full of surprise, "First time writing poetry?"

She looked at the poem manuscript in her hand again, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. She thought about the words for a long time, and finally said: "The talent is really high!"

"The person I recommend will definitely be good!" Lin Chaoyang boasted.

"Tch!" Zhang Dening let out a scornful sound, "You are just a blind cat caught up in a dead mouse."

Lin Chaoyang snatched the poem manuscript from her hand and said, "If you don't want it, forget it. I'll recommend it to others."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Zhang Dening hurriedly grabbed him and took the poem manuscript from his hand, "How can you be like you? You still want to take back the manuscript you sent."

She got up and came to the desk of a middle-aged editor, "Old Zhao, look at this poem. Writer Lin strongly recommended it!"

"Yanjing Literature" has a special poetry column, and Zhao Jinjiu is the editor in charge of the poetry column. He just listened to the discussion between Lin Chaoyang and Zhang Dening, and his heart kept tickling. Zhang Dening brought the poem manuscript over, and he immediately couldn't wait to read it.

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Jinjiu raised his head and said, "Okay! It's really extraordinary that a fledgling poet can write like this."

Hearing the approval from his editor, Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "It seems there is no problem in publishing."

Zhao Jinjiu said: "We still have to wait for the editor-in-chief to make a decision."

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Lin Chaoyang said, wrote a mailing address on the paper and handed it to Zhao Jinjiu, "If the manuscript is submitted, please contact him."

Zhang Dening joked: "Comrade Chaoyang, you can do it now. Do you want to become a literary scholar?"

"It's just a coincidence that Bole is not Bole. He is a loyal reader of mine, and he wrote this poem after reading the novel and being inspired by it.

Bring it to me for a look. I saw that it was well written, so I said I would find a magazine to recommend to you. "

Zhang Dening listened to what he said and said, "No wonder, that's what happened."

After talking about poetry, Lin Chaoyang was about to leave when Zhang Dening asked casually: "What have you been busy with recently?"

"Nothing to do."

"Didn't you write a novel?"

"It's a good start."

"Long story?"

"The middle part."

"Um?"

Originally it was just a casual question, but when he heard the word "Part 2", Zhang Dening's eyes narrowed and he quickly grabbed Lin Chaoyang with a flattering smile on his face.

"The middle part? The middle part is good. How many words have you written?"

Lin Chaoyang looked at her with a smile. He was arrogant in front and respectful in back, which was not a good thing.

"Not many words were written."

"Tell me what you wrote."

"I haven't thought about it yet." Lin Chaoyang said perfunctorily.

Zhang Dening knows him well, and you can tell what he is thinking just by looking at his expression.

"It's almost noon, let me treat you to a meal."

"That's so embarrassing."

"Hey, what's the point? You came all the way to deliver manuscripts to us. This is to support our work. I called Lao Li."

Zhang Dening killed two birds with one stone by calling Li Qingquan. It not only found someone to reimburse the expenses, but also showed how much "Yenjing Literature" valued Lin Chaoyang.

Look, the editor-in-chief is here to have dinner with you.

Li Qingquan is not a sociable person, but he heard that Lin Chaoyang was writing a novella, and he was very interested.

He and Zhang Dening took Lin Chaoyang to the small noodle shop at the corner of Beixiao Street next to the Humanities Club, and ordered two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, and each of them ordered five taels of small meat noodles.

While the three of them were eating, Li Qingquan asked about Lin Chaoyang's novel.

Lin Chaoyang recounted what happened in Yanying Studio. Li Qingquan sighed and said, "It's really hard to judge right or wrong in this kind of thing. Everyone has different concepts and starting points."

"I don't want to distinguish right from wrong. The diplomatic relations between our two countries are good now, but it doesn't mean they will be good in the future.

There has never been any emotion between countries. Only interests are the most fundamental.

I just want to remind the Chinese people not to be fooled by the Japanese tricks. How can enemies with generations of blood feuds become friends? The short honeymoon is just a combination of interests.

But some people in our cultural circle, you can't say whether they are naive or fawning on foreigners..."