Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 215
The negative examples in Wang Fu's mouth are only from the perspective of literary creation. The relationship between her and Wang Meng began when Wang Meng returned to the capital from northern Xinjiang in 78.

"At that time, he went to the editorial department to deliver manuscripts. The name of the novel is still fresh in my memory—"The Story of the Captain, the Secretary, the Wild Cat, and the Half of Chopsticks". Who would choose such a name?" Wang Fu said on his face. With a reminiscing smile.

"This is the first short story that he came out of northern Xinjiang and was about to re-appear in "People's Literature". When scar literature rose in 78, everyone was complaining about what happened in those years, and the numbers began to accumulate in the 50s But he was able to overcome the suffering of those years with such a witty title.

Everyone has been wearing Chinese tunic suits these years. From a distance, it looks like they were carved out of the same mold. Only when you are up close can you tell the difference.As soon as he came to our editorial department, everyone was full of curiosity and even admiration. No one has ever seen such a person.

I heard Liu Tianming describe him in northern Xinjiang, saying that at that time he could already speak Uyghur fluently, and he was completely a native of northern Xinjiang.It's scary to think about a writer as talented as him who became famous at a young age being thrown into the desolate Northwest.But the strange thing is that when we came back to the capital, we saw no trace of tempering in him, no resentment of complaining about others, and no exaggeration of the suffering of comparing ourselves. "

Wang Fu calmly narrated the Wang Meng in her eyes, and He Ping could tell that the relationship between the two of them had nothing to do with romance, it was a friendship like revolutionary comrades-in-arms.

After listening to it, people can't help but yearn for it.

He Ping looked at Wang Meng who was engrossed in reading, and he never thought that this witty, humorous, carefree little old man actually had such an unknown side hidden.

Wang Meng was over 70 years old when later generations watched "Qiang Qiang Threesome". He Ping only thought that this old man was different from all the officials, and he had a sense of humor in him.

But I didn't expect that there was such a source behind all of this.

While He Ping and Wang Fu were discussing what happened to Wang Meng over the years, Wang Meng finished flipping through the last page of the manuscript of "Fu Gui".

He still bowed his head, silent for a long time, his shoulders shrugged slightly.

Both He Ping and Wang Fu noticed his abnormality, they leaned over, and Wang Fu called softly, "Old Wang!"

Wang Meng raised his head, tears were already streaming down his face.Behind thick glass lenses, tears flowed down the furrows of his face carved by suffering.

"Are you okay?" Wang Fu asked with concern.

Wang Meng waved his hands wordlessly, his expression sad but not hurt.

Wang Fu sighed, "I understand!"

He Ping probably understood what Wang Fu said "I understand" in his heart. She and Wang Meng were close confidants, and she was very clear about Wang Meng's experiences and encounters in these years.

He hardened his heart into a rock, and ground his exterior into softness, but in the middle was the heat and impulsiveness of a teenager.Only in this way can he find a respite from the hardships.

And this "Fu Gui" written by He Ping is so similar to Wang Meng's experience in these years!
Blessed is Fugui, his family is rich and has no worries about food and clothing, but because he is dissatisfied with his parents' arranged marriage, he loses his family property and is reduced to relying on farming to make ends meet.His family's wealth was exhausted and his father died, he was arrested as a strong man, his mother died of illness, his youngest son died suddenly due to too much blood, his wife died before him, his daughter died of dystocia, his son-in-law was accidentally crushed to death by a steel plate, and his grandson was born during the famine. Choking to death...

All the suffering in this world seemed to be prepared for him.

Until his twilight years, he was alone, with only an old scalper by his side.

He buried all the tears and sorrows with his dark hands full of calluses, and told his own story in an ordinary tone, how sad!
Who in this world who has experienced suffering in the world can not empathize with such a work?

Wang Fu didn't say anything more. She knew Wang Meng's character well. The novel "Fu Gui" touched the deepest scar in his heart. He must have a process of release, but she also believed in Wang Meng's mind.

Watching Wang Meng's performance, He Ping felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart.This feeling may be a little out of place at this time, but it is indeed the first time he has felt the power of words.

Shaking people's hearts!

What kind of person is Wang Meng, who became famous in one fell swoop when he wrote his first novel "Long Live Youth" at the age of 20. In 56, he published the novel "A Young Man Came from the Organization Department" to satirize bureaucracy. Once the novel was published, it quickly caused a sensation, and Wang Meng became a well-known domestic writer at that time.Then came 20 years of hard life.

After being transferred back to the capital in 78, he continued his writing career and published novels and essays many times.At the same time, he is also a government official, a senior official of the Ministry of Culture before retirement.

Such a person, such a life experience, was broken by a novel, and the tears flowed to the point where he couldn't control himself.

The power of words is truly infinite.

Wang Meng's emotions were released quickly, and after about 10 minutes, his emotions gradually calmed down.

He wiped his face with the handkerchief that he carried with him, and Wang Fu said disgustedly: "You should go wash it."

Wang Meng chuckled, "Lesbians are troublesome, you don't have to look at my old face if you don't like it!"

"Don't be silly here. Tell me how old you are, an old comrade, and how old you are, and you still play like a child. It's not shameful."

Wang Fu was trying to save Wang Meng from the embarrassment of crying in front of everyone just now. Everyone understood Wang Fu's intentions and laughed kindly.

"Don't always be old comrades, old comrades, I haven't reached 50 yet, and I am called seven old 81 all day long."

The two made jokes and revealed the scene just now, from which we can see the relationship and tacit understanding between the two.

He Ping looked at the slightly warm scene between the two, and was quite envious in his heart.

A good editor will really make a writer, and Wang Fu is such an editor.

It's no wonder that the resources of writers in her hands can occupy half of "People's Literature".

Several people chatted freely in the editorial office for a day, and then ate lunch in the cafeteria at noon.

"We have a lot of writers who come here to eat." Wang Fu said to He Ping with a motherly smile on his face.

It can be seen that she really has a special feeling for these writers.

When he got off work in the afternoon, Wang Meng dragged He Ping and Wang Fu, "Let's go, let's go to Li Tuo's for a meal today, and introduce He Ping to them by the way. Let me tell you, Master Tuo is absolutely gentle. In ancient times, it was a wealthy and extravagant guest who generously donated money, so many writer friends who came from other places, the first thing they did when they came here was not to go to the editorial department, but to report to Tuo Ye's house."

　I'm sorry, fellow book lovers, I went out to socialize too late last night, so I stole some words during the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)