The literary era since 1979

Chapter 133 Tiesheng, the chrysanthemums in Beihai are blooming

After leaving Shen Congwen's house, Fang Yan and Wang Zengqi walked slowly.

"What you just said was brilliant, brilliant, and really brilliant."

Wang Zengqi praised: "Delicious food from all over the country is delicious, but in the end it's just a bowl of steaming hot food in your hand."

"A good sentence is something that comes naturally, or that is found by a skilled hand."

Fangyan smiled.

"You might want to think about the teacher's suggestion just now."

Wang Zengqi said: "Maybe I am not good at teaching people how to write prose, but I can give some advice on how to eat delicious food."

"That's great, thank you, Mr. Wang."

Fangyan walked towards the bus stop, talking as he went.

Wang Zengqi can be called the "food map of the world" and is a veritable foodie. On the subject of food alone, he has written no less than twenty essays, including "Grasses and Trees on Earth", "Food of Hometown", "Five Flavors", "Meat Eaters Are Not Contemptuous", etc. Even the director of "A Bite of China" admitted that the documentary was influenced by him.

If Mr. Wang had been alive at that time, he should have been the chief consultant.

"If you decide to write about food, find an opportunity and I'll take you to eat in Yanjing first, from the east to the west, from the north to the south. After eating in Yanjing, we'll go out to eat."

Wang Zengqi said: "Eat Tianjin first, then eat eastern Shandong, all the way down, eat Jiangnan, Anhui, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Minjian, and eastern Guangdong..."

"Wait, wait, please stop talking."

Fang Yan said, "If you say any more, I will start drooling."

"Hahaha!"

An old man and a young man burst into laughter.

I first sent Wang Zengqi to the station, and then went to the editorial office of "Yenching Literature" to present the revised novel.

When Wang Meng, Zhou Yanru and others learned that Shen Congwen wanted to provide guidance on improving dialect prose, they were shocked.

When Wang Jie, the creditor, learned that Shen Congwen had assigned Fangyan an essay writing assignment, she was more surprised and excited than anyone else.

Repaying debts is justified.

"That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" is the second article, scheduled to be published on the front page of the fifth issue of "Yenching Literature" in December.

Once this essay is submitted, my debt to Wang Jie will be written off.

"I have written many novels, but this is my first time writing prose."

Fangyan readily agreed, "It's not well written, please don't laugh at me."

"Don't worry, a mother will never dislike an ugly child. How can our family bear to laugh at you?"

Li Yue, Huang Zhongguo and others smiled at each other. With Shen Congwen and Wang Zengqi to support it, how could the dialect prose debut be bad?
"Besides, I believe in your vision, Yanzi."

Zhou Yanru took out the latest issue of October and asked, "Needless to say, this article Autumn Memories was dug by you, right?"

Fang Yan said: "You guessed it right!"

"Do I even need to guess? As soon as I saw the author was Shi Tiesheng, I knew it was your masterpiece."

Zhou Yanru still remembers that it was Fangyan who recommended "Corner Without the Sun" to "Yenching Literature".

"Yes, among the works in this issue of October, Tie Sheng's "Autumn Memories" is the best."

"The language is plain and the words are simple. They are not carefully woven or carved, but every sentence contains deep affection for the mother."

"If your "The Mountain, the Man, and the Dog" is about silent paternal love, then "Autumn Memories" is about vocal maternal love. We have decided to analyze and comment on Tie Sheng's essay in the next issue of the literary review of "Yenching Literature"."

"........."

Everyone was talking about it and was moved by the work.

"What a coincidence! Mr. Cong Wen also read Autumn Memories and wrote a literary review."

Fang Yan was sincerely happy for Shi Tiesheng, "I plan to submit this to the Literary Gazette for publication."

"Mr. Cong Wen also commented?!"

Huang Zhongguo and others immediately came over and asked questions.

"Love is the soul of prose. There is no mention of maternal love in the whole article, but maternal love permeates every thing, every sentence, every expression and action, and even every word. Every sentence is full of love and every word is as precious as gold, creating a moving and beautiful article."

"Autumn Memories" has been widely discussed and paid attention to by readers for its delicate and moving emotions and simple and unpretentious words.

Now, when Shen Congwen's comments came out, the entire literary world was shocked.

The October Literary Prize also benefited from the success of Autumn Memories, and the news of its establishment quickly spread across the country.

In the golden autumn of October, when the chrysanthemums in Beihai Park were in full bloom, Shi Tiesheng became famous!

While the newspaper editors of Yenching were flocking to Yonghegong Street, he was admiring the chrysanthemums in Beihai Park.

Fangyan helped Shi Tiesheng push the wheelchair, while Shi Lan walked in front, occasionally picking chrysanthemums on the roadside.

The elegance of yellow, the purity of white, the warmth and depth of purple, are scattered all over, blooming beautifully in the autumn wind.

"Yanzi, Xiaolan, let's take a break here?" Shi Tiesheng looked back and then forward.

Fangyan stopped, took out an aluminum lunch box from his bag, opened the lid, and inside was the pea yellow bought from Fangshan.

"Thank you, Brother Fang!"

Shi Lan took out two pieces and gave one to Shi Tiesheng.

"Iwako, thank you."

Shi Tiesheng was talking about prose, "I write mainly for my mother, to make her proud."

"Don't thank me. You are a piece of stone that is real gold that is not afraid of fire. Even without me, it will shine sooner or later."

Fangyan patted his shoulder.

Shi Tiesheng was stunned and kept silent for a long time. He didn't speak until he finished eating the pea yellow. "Could you please take Xiaolan for a walk and appreciate the chrysanthemums, and let me stay here alone for a while?"

"Okay, we'll be right next to you, call us if you need anything."

Fangyan handed him the kettle and lunch box and then left.

"Brother Fang, what happened to my brother?"

Shi Lan looked at Shi Tiesheng's profile in confusion.

“He’s making peace with himself, I think.”

Fangyan gave a mysterious smile.

"reconciliation?"

Shi Lan tilted her head, not quite understanding.

"Anyway, a lot of people will come to your house in the future, knocking on the door, all of them are looking for your brother to write for him." Fang Yan said, "He will have to sit for a long time, I will find an opportunity to teach you some foot massage, and then you can massage your brother to promote blood circulation."

"Okay, Brother Fang."

Shi Lan listened to his explanation and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Also, take him to the hospital for a physical examination when you have time."

Fangyan gave another reminder.

After a while, the leaves fell and the geese flew south.

A few rays of setting sun shone on Shi Tiesheng's face. He finally pushed his wheelchair and slowly came to Fangyan.

With a smile on his face, he is filled with calmness and tranquility.

"Tiesheng, did you and that female pen pal receive the photos?"

The dialect asked the question in a joking tone.

Shi Tiesheng said: "I received them all."

"She replied? What did she think?"

"How about what?"

"That's not good."

"You can't say it's not good."

Shi Tiesheng pursed his lips: "She said the photo was good."

"Is it me who took the good photo, or is it you who was photographed who is good?"

Fangyan blinked.

"You are really...all good."

Shi Tiesheng blushed and said, "It's getting late, let's go back quickly. Yanzi, you can eat at our house tonight."

"Okay, you should have received the royalties for Autumn Memories, right? It's autumn now, so let me take some money."

The dialect plays a joke.

"You are so rich, how dare you take advantage of me?"

Shi Tiesheng joked, "It is my luck and misfortune to know a friend like you!"

"It's too late for you to regret now. We've already met."

Fangyan pushed him and the two of them talked and laughed.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of Beihai Park, I saw a group of students chattering passing by. They were wearing white shirts and carrying bags. The boys were wearing blue pants and the girls were wearing blue skirts. They looked simple, elegant and full of vitality.

Faintly, someone was calling, "Charlene, Charlene".

Fangyan looked over when he heard the voice. The little girl had a bit of baby fat, short hair, and big, lively eyes. She looked like someone else.

A bit like Wang Fei...

(End of this chapter)