The literary era since 1979

Chapter 149 In 1982, the show begins
Under the guidance of Shen Congwen and Wang Zengqi, "A Bite of China" was finally finalized, with a total of 8 essays. The number of words in the entire collection of essays is similar to that of "Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk", about 13 words.

Fangyan took the manuscript and went straight to Yenching Literature. He did not see Wang Meng and Zhou Yanru, but he saw Li Yue, Huang Zhongguo, Wang Jie and others chatting enthusiastically in the editorial department.

"So lively?"

"Iwako!"

When everyone saw Fangyan, they were surprised and happy.

Fang Yan took out the manuscript paper from his bag and said, "I'm here to deliver the manuscript. Aren't Teacher Wang and Teacher Zhou here?"

"They are having a meeting at the community and will be back in a while."

Huang Zhongguo was in charge of the prose group and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Yanzi, let me read your prose collection first."

Wang Jie said: "Teacher Huang has been looking forward to your essay for a long time. He has been talking about it all the time and never stopped."

"What you said, Xiao Wang, is not honest. You nag just as much as I, an old comrade." Huang Zhongguo made the remark in a joking tone.

"Teacher Huang!"

Wang Jie's eyes widened.

"Everything is there. Everyone has a share."

Fangyan handed over the manuscript with a smile.

"Let Teacher Huang and Xiao Wang take a look first. We need your help with something else." Li Yue laughed.

When Fangyan asked, he found out that Yenching Literature was also planning to organize a literary award and had specifically sought his advice. After all, it was he who came up with the idea of ​​the October Literature Award, and he had also made great efforts in organizing and preparatory the award ceremony. He was very experienced and could be called a veteran.

Then he agreed, "No problem, just ask."

Li Yue, Ji Xiuying and others were obviously well prepared. They took out notebooks on which they recorded various questions about the literary award.

The dialect tells us everything we know and leaves nothing unsaid.

As we chatted, we finished talking about business and gradually started chatting casually.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the atmosphere is joyful and peaceful.

After a while, Wang Meng and Zhou Yanru came in after the meeting.

"What are you talking about?"

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Zhou."

Fangyan greeted them and explained his purpose.

Wang Meng turned his gaze towards Huang Zhongguo who was reading with great interest, "Teacher Huang, what do you think of Yanzi's essays?"

"One word, absolutely!"

Huang Zhongguo slammed the table and said, "From the ingredients to the cooking, and then to the tasting, the food is brought to life on paper with words, and the thoughts and insights that come from eating are amazing!"

"I'll see, I'll see."

Everyone was very interested and rushed forward.

Unlike novels, each essay in "A Bite of China" is an independent piece. There is no obvious connection between the previous one and the next one. Perhaps the biggest common point is "eating".

"A mansion with a thousand rooms needs only six feet to sleep at night."

Wang Jie said: "Even though the family is rich, they can only eat three meals a day."

"The Chinese people in different regions use their own wisdom to appropriately and skillfully utilize nature to obtain simple and delicious food. Only agricultural people can so closely link their love for the land and their admiration for heaven..."

Ji Xiuying read louder and louder, "A writer once described the simple life outlook of the Chinese people like this: when they are busy farming or eating, they never forget to look up at the sky."

"Brilliant!"

Li Yue asked: "Yanzi, is this writer you?"

Fangyan smiled at them, and everything was said without words.

"Years, compared to the rise and fall of a city, seem short, but for a person, they are enough to breed a strong sense of nostalgia." Wang Meng sighed, "This sentence is really appropriate."

"Yes, the Chinese New Year will be here in a few days."

All of a sudden, everyone was looking forward to the New Year.

………………

January 1, New Year's Eve.

Snowflakes are falling and the north wind is blowing.

When winter comes, every household will prepare a storage room with neatly stacked coal briquettes.

Fangyan took the fire tongs, changed the coal briquettes, and shouted outside:

"Sister, Mom is calling you to come back for the New Year's Eve dinner!"

"Yanzi, come here."

Fang Hong stood at the door of Su Ya's house and waved.

Fang Yan walked over curiously and saw Su Ya coming out of the house with a bunch of things in her hands. "This is the New Year's gift from Ruoxue, Shengnan, Yoko, and Yui to you."

"All for me?"

"Yes!" Su Ya set her sights on the Pocket Japanese-Chinese Dictionary. "This is a gift from Ruoxue. She said that if you want to learn a foreign language, or read Yoko's translation of That Mountain, That Man, That Dog, a dictionary is a must. This one is very suitable for beginners."

Fangyan took a quick look and saw that what Tang Shengnan gave was a cassette, while what Suzuki Yoko and Hashimoto Yui gave were two boxes of exquisite pastries.

“This is my return gift.”

Su Ya shook a pair of gloves and said, "You are a great writer, your hands are precious, keep warm and be careful not to get frostbite."

"Can't you expect me to do something good?"

Fangyan shook his head and accepted everything with a smile.

"anything else!"

Fang Hong pulled her brother to the corner of the yard and confirmed that no one was around before she opened the cloth bag with peace of mind. Inside was a bundle of big unity. "This is for you from Yuemin."

"Quite a few."

Fangyan took a quick look and it looked like there were several thousand of them.

"That's right. There were so many of them that I didn't dare go home alone. Yuemin had to take me back." Fang Hong's tone was filled with disbelief. "Yanzi, how could there be so many!"

Fang Yan said: "Otherwise, why would so many people give up their stable jobs and take a leave of absence to become self-employed?"

"He also said he would only make more than this this year."

Fang Hong lowered her voice like a thief.

Fang Yan said seriously, "Sister, tell Brother Han to stop going out to the stall during the New Year and take a break."

Fang Hong asked: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"There's a sound of wind."

Fangyan said that there may be a severe crackdown on criminal activities in the economic field recently, and self-employed individuals may face a turmoil.

"I see!"

Fang Hong said seriously, "I'll tell him tomorrow."

The two returned to the house. The TV was on, but the Spring Festival Gala was not playing. Although CCTV held a Spring Festival Gala in 82, it was not broadcast live and was not on today.

Instead, the specific performance programs were during the New Year's Day. According to the gossip that Tian Zengxiang had heard, Wang Gang and his children performed a crosstalk, "Dialogue between Father and Son". A female singer with a big braid sang "In the Fields of Hope" and "I Love You, Snow in the Northern Frontier". As for who this person was, it is unspeakable.

"Bah."

Yang Xia turned off the TV and invited everyone to eat.

The New Year's Eve dinner was quite sumptuous, with pork head, bacon, cured fish, duck soup, dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage, and scallops and cabbage...

"Mom, this was given to us by Yuemin."

Fang Hong took out several colorful silk scarves and nylon scarves from the bag, "This one is for Yan."

"Wow!"

Fang Yan's eyes sparkled and she immediately put on the nylon scarf excitedly as if she was wearing a red scarf.

“That’s not how you wear it.”

Fangyan helped the little girl untie it and taught her step by step, "Don't bring it to school to show off. If it's confiscated..."

"I know, I know. I will never bring it to school!"

Fang Yan promised solemnly, with her hands behind her back, "Brother, let's go to the movies in a few days."

"What movie?" Fang Hong was also helping Yang Xia tie her scarf. "What new movies are coming out recently?"

"Yes! Yes! It's called 'Shaolin Temple'!"

Fang Yan said she saw it on Popular Movies and it will be released on February 2. "Then let's go and watch it as a family?"

"Shaolin Temple? Why would you take pictures of monks for no reason?"

Yang Xia asked in confusion: "What's so good about taking pictures of monks?"

"Mom, this is a martial arts movie."

Fangyan became interested and agreed to his younger sister's request.

Fang Yan's face was full of excitement, and she noticed out of the corner of her eye that there was an unopened music tape among the gifts her brother brought back.

"Brother, who is Xu Xiaofeng?"

"Xu Xiaofeng."

Fangyan followed his gaze and the first song he saw was "Season of Wind" in the song list.

"The cool breeze blew quietly into my clothes,

Summer steals away and no sound can be heard.

The days passed by so quickly that I felt a lot.
Remembering that colorful scene..."

"Blow, blow, let the wind blow and dry the bright tears in your eyes."

"Blow, blow, let the wind blow, take away all the sorrow, no matter who is in the wind."

(End of this chapter)