Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

I bought pork belly and prunes.

Foodie Zhang Xuan was so greedy that he bought 5 kilograms of pork belly under the guise that this thing is difficult to make and if he wants to make it, he should make more at one time.

Wen Hui looked at this big lump of meat. She was not used to Zhang Xuan's temper.

Xiaoqiao pouted and said, "I'll tell you later, you do it."

Zhang Xuan was dizzy: "If I made it delicious, I would have done it myself if I asked you to do anything else."

Wen Hui smiled knowingly: "I didn't ask you to do everything, I will take care of the key steps.

But you have to do the laborious work yourself, such as peeling the meat and using toothpicks to poke holes in the skin. "

Zhang Xuan looked at Shuangling for help, and Shuangling lowered his head and washed the green onions with a smile.

Zhang Xuan's eyes moved to Zou Qingzhu.

Zou Qingzhu said directly: "It's so hot. I'll take a shower first."

Zhang Xuan shouted at her back: "Can you find a better excuse? Turn the air conditioner so high, it's too hot."

Zou Qingzhu replied: "My heart is warm."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Then how do you cleanse your heart?"

Zou Qingzhu replied: "This is my business, so I won't bother you to worry about it. You'd better wash it for your two actresses."

Zhang Xuan pulled Du Shuangling up and said, "Come on, go back to the bedroom, and I'll wash your mind."

Du Shuangling glanced at him with a smile but did not move.

His wife did not cooperate, so for the next hour, Zhang Xuan became an apprentice in the kitchen.

Five pounds of pork belly is really too much. No wonder Wen Hui has to do the hard work herself.

But even though she was a little tired, Wen Hui's craftsmanship was really impressive.

Watching her smooth operations is like art and a visual pleasure.

After some tossing, the dish is ready.

Zhang Xuan tentatively asked Wen Hui: "Are you satisfied with your dish? How would you rate your dish?"

Wen Hui pouted and smiled, knowing what he was thinking, so she ignored him in the end. She picked a few pieces and put them in a bowl, then ate slowly by herself.

Following his example, Zou Qingzhu glanced at him and started eating too.

Seeing Zou Qingzhu and Wen Hui leaving the kitchen, Du Shuangling picked up half a piece with chopsticks and brought it to Zhang Xuan's mouth, saying softly: "It might be a bit hot, try eating it."

Looking at the bright red pork slices with rich red sauce, Zhang Xuan sighed: "My wife still loves me."

Du Shuangling glanced at the kitchen door: "It's good to know, don't always think about cleaning others' hearts."

"I!."

Zhang Xuan was so angry that his balls ached, he opened his mouth and took the meat into his mouth.

Du Shuangling asked: "How does it taste?"

Zhang Xuan said: "The meat is soft and rotten, smooth and mellow, fat but not greasy. It's delicious, you can eat it too."

With that said, Zhang Xuan took a pair of chopsticks and fed her a piece.

Du Shuangling took a small bite, chewed a few mouthfuls and said, "Well, it's really delicious. How about I learn this dish from Wen Hui?"

Zhang Xuan seemed to have heard the strange news in the world: "You?"

Du Shuangling hummed, "Me."

Zhang Xuan couldn't believe it: "Why can't you think about it? You actually want to learn to cook?"

Du Shuangling looked at him and said, "I just learned this one dish. It doesn't look too difficult to me."

Zhang Xuan stopped talking. He felt that the two actors had something to say, so he had better keep his mouth shut.

I was in a good mood today. I drank some wine and ate braised pork with pickled vegetables. Zhang Xuan ate very well.

After eating supper, I looked at the time. It was only after 10 o'clock. Zhang Xuan entered the study and started writing.

Rain or shine, you must have 5,000 words that are unshakable.

This is the bottom line.

It was after four o'clock in the morning, there were chickens crowing outside, and it was starting to get light.

Zhang Xuan put down his pen and roughly counted the number of words. "Clockwork Girl" has exceeded 200,000 words.

There are still about 100,000 words, which can be completed in about half a month. Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan returned to the bedroom with satisfaction.

Feeling a familiar breath hugging her, Du Shuangling opened her eyes in a daze, took a look, and then said, "I just fell asleep."

"Um."

"Don't make trouble, aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy now, I'm a little excited."

"Have you finished writing the book?"

"not yet."

"and you."

"I'm a little excited now"

No matter how peaceful it is, after being extremely excited, you will be as tired as a puddle of mud.

Zhang Xuan slept comfortably this night.

If Du Shuangling hadn't woken him up halfway, he would still be able to sleep.

Zhang Xuan was half asleep, turned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Du Shuangling lowered his voice and said: "Get up and answer the phone, the 1985 Novel Award"

When she heard the call that she had won the award, Zhang Xuan had already jumped up before she could finish speaking.

"..Hmm, okay. Thank you. Thanks again. No problem. It should be."

Sure enough, it was a call from the Organizing Committee of the 1985 Novel Award. Zhang Xuan listened patiently, put down the receiver, turned around, and held Du Shuangling around in circles five times.

Du Shuangling felt like he was about to fly away, but she was still very happy. She put her hands around his neck and looked at him steadily with wide eyes, "My dear, I am proud of you."

"There's something to make you even more proud of!" Zhang Xuan leaned in to kiss him, and without wasting time, he carried her into the bedroom.

"Why are you here again? Why don't you rest?" Du Shuangling seemed to know what he was going to do, and she scolded, a little worried about his health.

Zhang Xuan blinked and laid her flat on the bed.

Then he went to bed.

The next day, the front page of China Youth Daily reported a large and realistic news about the writer in March:

He is known as the "King of Chinese spy novels" and is deeply loved by a large readership at home and abroad.

His first novel "The Wind" is the pioneer of Chinese spy novels.

Once launched, it has been sold well in more than 10 countries and regions including mainland China, Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan, South Korea, Japan, France and the United Kingdom.

The book has sold more than 5 million copies worldwide, surpassing "White Deer Plain" and "Abandoned Capital" and becoming a world best-selling author. All this took him just 6 months.

His "Wind" was included in the British classic library Penguin Library, and he became the first contemporary Chinese writer to have his works included in the library.

The sales of his second work "Latent" exceeded 3 million copies in two months at a rocket speed. Nominated for the 4th Mao Dun Literature Award.

He is March. Winner of the 1985 Novel Award.

…

01, a difficult childhood, surrounded by veterans, and a diary as a companion, which laid the foundation for writing.

The writer was born in March into a poor peasant family in Shao City, Hunan Province.

His father died unexpectedly early, his mother was an ordinary rural woman, and his eldest sister had a serious car accident. In such a special era and such a family, poverty made his childhood very difficult.

During those years, March could only confide her thoughts to the old man and her diary.

March recalled in an interview: I was very lonely when I was a child. Chatting with veterans in the village was one of the few communication channels I had, and my diary was my only close friend. Because of this, the seeds were planted for me to embark on the path of writing in the future.

These childhood experiences also influenced March’s creation.

On April 1, 1994, he published "The Sound of the Wind", in which he incorporated his childhood experiences. The result was great success and he became a multi-millionaire.

02. Decide on one thing and keep doing it.

Because he likes to communicate with veterans and learn about the turbulent stories of the period of great change, March has maintained this interest since shepherding cattle at the age of seven, which provided him with a lot of material for his subsequent creations.

In 1993, March began to concentrate on writing her first novel "The Wind".

At that time, San March would not have imagined that it took 18 months to write this book, which was almost his best years.

During these 18 months, he wrote and revised the manuscript again and again. When the final draft was finalized, he revised it a total of 13 times.

During the 18 months of constant revision, March kept improving and never gave up. In March, it was said that "The Wind" published 250,000 words, but 2 million words were scrapped.

Once "The Wind" was published, March became famous.

It is precisely because of his "paranoia" that readers have the opportunity to see such excellent works as "The Wind".

March said: Sometimes we give up easily during the writing process. Maybe we need a little bit of this "paranoia" to never give up until we see the results.

03. Make writing a habit.

March has always said that she is not a talented player. He once said that he did not have the brains of Marquez or the talents of those excellent novelists.

He said that writing is a daily routine, just like living.

There are 365 days in a year, and he spends at least 300 days writing. Enter the study room on time every day, and then meditate to find your state. This process often takes about 20 minutes, or even longer, and then you start to stay up late to write.

This news report is large in length, but the content is simple and unpretentious, lacking the exaggeration of the past.

It is precisely because of the realistic reporting that the president of CUHK held the newspaper and read it very carefully, almost word for word.

After spending more than ten minutes reading it, the principal of CUHK meditated for two minutes, then took off his glasses and started drinking tea.

At this time, the eldest daughter next to me took the newspaper and read it. After reading it, she asked in surprise: "Dad, is this March really from your school?"

The principal of CUHK smiled warmly: "I can't believe it."

After reading it, the eldest son-in-law sighed with emotion: "There is only one such person in a million."

The little daughter next to me asked: "Dad, what is the name of this month of March? How old is it?"

The president of CUHK was in good spirits: "Didn't you read that it was not disclosed in the newspapers? It is still in the confidentiality stage. If I win the Mao Dun Literature Award, I will naturally not be able to hide it."

The youngest daughter looked strange: "You don't really expect to win the Mao Dun Literature Award at such a young age, do you?"

The principal of CUHK glanced at his little daughter, took a sip of tea, and asked happily:

"How old was Wang Bo when he wrote "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"?"

The younger daughter retorted: "Wang Bo is a great talent who has never been born before."

In the middle of her retort, the younger daughter suddenly couldn't speak any more, so she took the newspaper from her brother-in-law's hand and read it.

Seeing his youngest daughter slap him in the face, the principal of CUHK said cheerfully, "You should be able to see him during the CUHK anniversary."

The wife next to me understood immediately, and her eyes under the reading glasses squinted upward: "Are you going to show off your skills on stage again?"

The president of CUHK waved his hand nonchalantly: "People grow old before they know it."

Shao City.

After reading the newspaper in the office, Wen Zheng thought for a while and picked up the phone to call Liao Yun.

The phone rang once and the call was answered.

Knowing her husband's rigorous temperament, Liao Yun was a little surprised: "You actually called me during work. Tell me, what happened?"

Wen Zheng said: "Go and take a look at today's China Youth Daily."

Liao Yun understood, "About Zhang Xuan?"

"Um."

Wen Zheng responded calmly and said: "He won the award."

Liao Yun asked with interest: "What award?"

Wen Zhengshuo told her: "The 1985 Novel Award."

At this time, Liao Yun is no longer the Liao Yun of a month ago, and her knowledge of literature is no longer a novice.

Ever since she found out that Zhang Xuan was a great writer, she returned to China to replenish her literary knowledge, which naturally included knowledge of major domestic awards.

Knowing the importance of the 1985 Novel Award, Liao Yun said: "I want to visit his hometown."

Wen Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood what his wife meant: "What did you hear?"

Liao Yun said: "No, I'm just curious."

Wen Zheng smiled: "Liao Yun, you are a bit obsessed."

Liao Yun moved her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She just said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wen Zheng felt something was wrong with his wife, thought for a moment and said, "I want to drink black-bone chicken soup tonight."

Liao Yun said yes: "I will get off work early today."

After hanging up the phone, Liao Yun took out the newspaper from her work unit and read it, then fell into deep thought.

…

Compared with the outside world's attention to the 1985 Novel Award, Zhang Xuan was attracted by a review in the newspaper at this moment.

The comment came from Mr. Ba Yin. Faced with repeated visits from reporters, he finally made a positive evaluation of the "Latent" novel.

Mr. Ba Yin commented: Although it goes against traditional literature to a certain extent. It is not profound enough at the metaphysical level, and relatively crude artistically.

But its story is innovative and its plot is not cliche. As long as you read it carefully, you have to admit its impact.

Mr. Ba Yin said: March describes a special era. The characters in the book have various shortcomings, but they retain the most precious things in people - faith and humanity.

If you expect to see gorgeous and romantic rhetoric in "Latent" novels, you are doomed to be disappointed, because this book tells a bloody story in the simplest language.

At the end, Mr. Ba Yin commented: Good literature does not need modification, let alone formal dogma. From the characters in the book, we can feel that even if they are born in darkness, they can change the destiny of an ethnic group through their own efforts and beliefs. This is the basic prerequisite for a nation to gain dignity, and it is also the attitude towards life that each of us should have. This book It can bring us strength and make us feel the value of life.

After reading it three times, Zhang Xuan felt that his whole body was clear and his blood was boiling.

With Mr. Ba Yin's comments, Zhang Xuan would have no regrets even if he failed to win the Mao Dun Literature Award.

It can also shut up quite a few people.

Of course, he doesn't expect everyone to shut up.

Just like a well-known scholar, he criticized the novel by name in the newspaper: "The latent" novel is smelly and long, and I can't read it before I have time to be moved.

After putting the newspaper away and reading Mr. Ba Yin's comments, Zhang Xuan didn't plan to read anything else.

After thinking for a while, he called Tao Ge.

Tao Ge asked: "I guess you called me after seeing Mr. Ba Yin's comments, right?"

Zhang Xuan admitted simply: "Yes, from your perspective, you can help me analyze it."

Tao Ge said: "I have talked with Editor-in-Chief Hong about this matter just now. Editor-in-Chief Hong said that the seemingly objective and fair evaluation is actually biased to support one side.

Mr. Ba has already rated each of the shortlisted books and is waiting for the first round of voting on October 6. "

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Let me tell you, when Zhang Xuan showed Xiao Shiyi the photo of Mi Jian, his original intention was to refuse, not to be a positive person. Maybe he didn't express himself clearly in March. I'm sorry.