Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 212 Ideals still exist, just in case time is running out!

And the background of "People's Literature" is even bigger. On October 1949, 10, "People's Literature" was launched and became the first literary periodical in China, mainly publishing pure literature works such as novels, prose, poetry and reportage.The first editor-in-chief was the well-known Mao Dun, whose literary achievements were not inferior to that of Mr. Ba Jin.

Although "People's Literature" experienced several major twists and turns after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it still tenaciously survived and officially resumed publication in 1976. In the past few years, it has become the standard-bearer of domestic avant-garde literature.

If you want to vote, you can vote for the best cup, even if it is rejected, it will not be ashamed, He Ping thought in his heart.

It is better to submit to "People's Literature", this journal is located in the capital, and it is also convenient to submit, so you can submit it yourself.

There is still an ideal, what if it is realized!

After setting the goal of contribution, the next step is to find the past. This era is not like later generations. You can basically find anything you want to find on the Internet. It is not easy to find the address of "People's Literature".

For this reason, He Ping made a special call to Director Xie Jin, or else he is from the literary circle, Director Xie Jin didn't even ask.

"They're currently at the Dongsibatiao Chinese Academy of Drama. You're really asking the right person. It's hard for ordinary people to find them." On the phone, Director Xie Jin's voice was still so sonorous and powerful. The movie was going well, and he was in a good mood.

He asked again: "Why, the novel is finished? I heard from Lao Bi that you have been writing novels in the Xinqiao Hotel all these days?"

"Yeah, didn't I just write this, and I wanted to throw it out."

"Okay, if your novel is published, maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future."

"Then I really wish for it."

The two chatted and laughed a few words, then hung up the phone.

Dongsi Batiao He Ping knew where it was. He passed by when he was strolling with Zhu Shimao on Ditan Park a while ago. It was not far from Xinqiao Hotel, a few miles away.

He Ping packed his manuscript and walked east to Sibatiao.

In about half an hour, he walked to Dongsibatiao, and after inquiring for a long time, he finally found the building of the Chinese Academy of Drama.

Looking at the old office building in front of him, He Ping sighed in his heart that it was another Qingshui yamen!

When he entered the door, he showed the letter of introduction that director Xie Jin asked Bi Likui to prepare for him. It was opened with the help of Tuojing Film Studio. After all, he was not familiar with the place in the capital, so it was a necessity when he was away from home.

After entering the corridor, He Ping's eyes went dark, and the condition was too poor, as if he was going blind, he walked forward cautiously.

As he was walking, footsteps came from the corridor. He Ping only heard the sound but could not see the person. He finally waited until he saw the figure vaguely. The person seemed to have some trouble eyes and walked very slowly. He rushed over to He Ping.

"Look carefully, there is someone here."

Only then did the man come to his senses, and he cupped his hands to He Ping in the dark, "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't have very good eyesight, didn't I bump into you?"

The voice of the visitor was a bit hoarse, with a slight phlegm sound, the voice was quite old and familiar.

"It's okay, it didn't happen, I just wanted to remind you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The man apologized to He Ping again, and continued to walk forward.

He Ping saw that he seemed to be having difficulty adapting to the darkness, so he walked over, "Let me help you."

"Then I thank you."

The man took He Ping's arm, and his steps became a little more agile.

The two walked out of the corridor together, and the light returned to their eyes.

The man said to He Ping: "Thank you, this man is old, his eyesight is really not enough."

He Ping adapted to the light in front of him, turned his head, and saw a long and thin face, wearing a pair of glasses, the eyes behind the lenses were narrowed into slits, and the corners of his mouth curled into a natural smile when he spoke.

"Wang Meng!" He Ping called out softly, with surprise.

"Yo! You know me." Wang Meng said with a smile.

"I've seen the photos, I've seen the photos." He Ping explained far-fetchedly.

Where has he seen photos of Wang Meng in middle age? No wonder the voice sounded so familiar just now. When Wang Meng went to Qiang Qiang's threesome later, he saw quite a few episodes. Can he not remember such an iconic voice?

"It seems that you also write?" Wang Meng asked.

"Writing nonsense, writing nonsense." He Ping said modestly, who dared to play tricks in front of others.

"You're welcome, are you here to contribute?"

"Yes, I wrote a manuscript, and I want to come over and ask the teachers in the editorial department to help me correct it."

Wang Meng said with a smile: "Seeing that you are not very old, it is rare to have such a heart."

"Just try your luck, you still have to have ideals, what if they come true!" He Ping said playfully.

Wang Meng was amused by He Ping's words, and he became interested in He Ping: "Your words are quite interesting, is it convenient for me to read the manuscript?"

"Convenient, how can it be inconvenient. I wish for it."

When He Ping saw that Wang Meng took the initiative to read his manuscript, he was very eager to let a writer like him who has been famous for a long time help him to read it.You must know that this person later became the editor-in-chief of "People's Literature", and "People's Literature" even completed the reform in the 80s under his leadership.

He Ping took out the manuscript and handed it to Wang Meng. The manuscript with more than 20 words was a thick stack of letter paper.

"Fugui." Wang Meng looked at the title of the book on the first page and read out, "He Ping?"

He looked up at He Ping, "Your name is He Ping?"

"Yes!" He Ping nodded.

"There was an article "Spirit and Flesh" in "Contemporary" before, did you write it?" Wang Meng asked again.

"Yes!"

Wang Meng slapped his thigh, "Look, this is such a mess, why am I pretending to be a senior here, I have read your works before."

He Ping waved his hands again and again: "Don't say that, I'm just a primary school student when it comes to writing. It's also the first time I've written a work of this kind. With a senior like you helping me to read it, I also have some doubts in my heart."

"Don't mind, it's not suitable. I just saw that your words were interesting, and you helped me just now. I thought you were a literature lover and came here to contribute, so I wanted to help you read the manuscript first, so as to save you from entering the editorial department." The manuscript was directly rejected." Wang Meng explained to He Ping.

"Don't be polite to me, just treat me as a literary lover who wants to contribute. To tell you the truth, you are still the first reader of this novel since it came out. In fact, I'm not sure how good it is. You are my senior when it comes to writing, and with your help to check it out, I feel at ease." He Ping said sincerely.

(End of this chapter)