The literary era since 1979

Chapter 173 Dreams as Horses
After singing it once, the people at Guixi Factory were still not satisfied.

Wei Bi Da, Guo Bao Chang and others toasted, applauded, and urged Fang Yan and Li Cun Bao to sing the song twice more.

When they sang the song for the second time, everyone started to sing along in the same way, and the whole cafeteria was filled with loud singing.

After the welcome party, Fang Yan, Gong Xing and Li Cunbao walked back to the guesthouse together, chatting as they walked.

“So this is how this song was created.”

After hearing the whole story, Gong Xing blinked.

"That's right. We were a bit pressed for time, so Yanzi said that this song is not perfect and lacks a finishing touch."

Li Cunbao said bluntly.

"Is it behind 'Forward'?"

Gong Xing blurted out.

"You guessed it right. It's right here."

Fangyan was very surprised.

Gong Xing pursed his lips and said that he had also studied music.

Although the current version has four tones "moving forward" and is progressive, climbing up with emotion, it always feels like it has not reached the highest point. If there is a suitable word at the end that can push the momentum and emotion to the climax, the whole song will be more perfect.

"I originally wanted to choose 'Defending the Country｜Military Soul'."

Li Cunbao said: "That was the original title of my manuscript, but after discussing it with the soldiers, I found that it did not stand up to scrutiny."

Gong Xing said in a serious tone: "That's right. The reason why our army is different from all the old armies is because of this military spirit."

Fang Yan sighed, "So I still haven't found the key word to add the finishing touch, nor do I have the time to find it. I have a lot of things to do, and I need to focus on my creation."

Gong Xing comforted him by saying that finding inspiration is just like finding something.

You try hard to look for it, but you just can't find it. But when you stop looking for it, it will appear before your eyes in an unexpected way.

"You're right."

Fangyan smiled, and the three of them returned to the guesthouse.

After a while, Gong Xing knocked on Fangyan's door.

In his hand, he held the single volume of "That Man, That Mountain, That Dog".

"You like this one?"

Fangyan raised his eyebrows. Zhu Lin chose "Under the Hawthorn Tree". The two people's choices did not overlap at all.

Gong Xing nodded repeatedly and handed it over:

"I really like the silent and profound feeling of great love, the greenery of southern Hunan, the harmony between man and nature, and the poetry between the lines. The whole manuscript is like a clear spring..."

If you can praise others, praise them more!

Fangyan opened the book's title page and smiled, "After you're done signing, can you also sign for me?"

Gong Xing thought he had heard wrongly and opened his mouth.

Fangyan explained that her elder sister and younger sister are both her fans, especially the movie "Good Things Come Hard" in which she starred.

Gong Xing readily agreed, with a smile on his face.

"It's a pity that I didn't bring my camera this time."

Fangyan regretted not being able to get a few autographed photos.

"Use mine. I brought a camera."

Gong Xing noticed his curious look and said that this trip was not only for audition, but also for travel and relaxation. Taking the opportunity of visiting the Xiangnan Film Studio, he also went to the Miao village in Xiangxi.

"Really!"

The dialect is surprising.

“I also took a lot of photos.”

Gong Xing ran back to his room, and soon ran back with a bunch of photos in his hands. "I originally thought that Xiangxi described by Teacher Fang was already very beautiful, but when I really got there, I found it was so beautiful, the kind I had never seen before..."

Fangyan signed his name and said, "You went there in April. If you have a chance, go back in October. It will be even more beautiful there."

Gong Xing said with emotion: "I will. After this long journey, I can truly appreciate what you, Mr. Fang, meant by 'poetry and distance'."

Fangyan smiled without saying anything and handed the book back.

After Gong Xing received it, he felt like he had found a treasure. He did not open it immediately, but invited him and Li Cunbao to take a photo together.

The three of them arrived at the open space in front of the guesthouse, and took photos of themselves, sometimes as a group of three. They would ask comrades from the Guixi Factory to develop the photos so that they could sign on them.

After being busy for a while, we chatted for a while, talking about literature, ideals, and experiences, and we became more and more familiar with each other.

"Teacher Fang, see you later."

Standing at the windowsill, watching Fang Yan and Li Cunbao walk towards the library, Gong Xing looked for a while and then shifted his attention to the single volume.

In addition to the dialect name, there are two lines of words on the title page, "I wish you have stars in your eyes and mountains and seas in your heart. From now on, you can follow your dreams and live up to your youth", as well as "To Comrade Gong Xing".

"Dreams are your horses."

"Dreams are horses..."

Gong Xing suddenly looked up, trying to look for Fangyan.

He has disappeared without a trace, fortunately he will come back, fortunately.

Unfortunately, after Fang Yan came back and explained to her the profound meaning of "taking dreams as horses", he was called away by Li Cunbao.

The two of them threw themselves into the creation with great passion. Starting from May 5, they worked on their own manuscripts during the day without interfering with each other, and discussed the revisions and polishing of "The Wreath under the Mountain" at night.

This went on every day for twelve whole days.

The Guixi Film Studio was quite restrained and did not even raise a single request, but simply provided the two Buddha statues with good food and drink. Gong Xing was naturally not easy to disturb, and most of the time he spent traveling and relaxing in Nanning and the surrounding areas with Xia Liyan and others.

It was fun, but I still felt like I didn’t enjoy it completely.

"It would be great if Teacher Fang and Teacher Li could come."

Xia Liyan and others said with emotion.

Gong Xing nodded, with regret written all over his face.

"Especially Teacher Fang."

Xia Liyan said that she must take people on a tour in dialect and write an essay about the food of western Guangxi, so that the whole country would know about Nanning.

Gong Xing said: "Like in A Bite of China?"

"That's right!"

Xia Liyan said: "Although our Guixi cuisine is not one of the eight major cuisines, it also has its own unique local characteristics. It's a pity that Teacher Li has been 'monopolizing' Teacher Fang and there is no chance for him to show his skills."

Gong Xing said in a gloomy tone: "There will be a chance, just wait until they are done with their work."

"When will you be done?"

Xia Liyan turned around and said, "Xiaoxiang, you often run into them in the library, did you know that?"

"It should be soon."

Gong Xing looked towards the library not far away with a complicated look.

The only time they met was in the library.

He walked into the room and sat down quietly, just like Li Cunbao, staring at Fangyan who was reviewing the manuscript, and waited until he finished turning the last page.

"How about it?"

Li Cunbao couldn't wait to ask.

In order to make "The Wreath under the Mountain" a masterpiece, he was locked in a small dark room, neglecting sleep and food, revising it day and night. He was like a donkey in the production team and was often whipped by Teacher Fang.

"How to describe it?"

"I am now like a gold digger who has discovered a big gold mine."

Fangyan nodded with satisfaction.

"Really!?"

Li Cunbao couldn't help but raise his voice.

In an instant, it attracted the attention of other people in the library.

Li Cunbao apologized repeatedly, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. After revising the manuscript for so many days, it finally passed!

"And I can conclude that this will be a rare breakthrough work and will become a benchmark for military literature in the new era."

Dialects are not stingy with words of praise.

The more Gong Xing listened, the more interested he became in the article:

"Teacher Fang, Teacher Li, can you lend it to me?"

"of course can!"

Li Cunbao readily agreed and wished that "The Wreath under the Mountain" could be published immediately so that people all over the country could see it.

"I will write a review report for you right now!"

Although the dialect voice is soft, the tone is full of excitement.

"Thank you."

Li Cunbao did not call him "Yan Zi" as usual, but solemnly called him "Teacher Fang", and his gratitude was beyond words.

Without Mr. Fang's guidance, I would not have been able to improve so quickly and revise the manuscript so smoothly!
“Organizational cultivation, individual performance.”

"I'll send the review report and your manuscript to the editorial department. If nothing goes wrong, I think you'll be able to see this article, 'The Wreath under the Mountain', in next month's 'October'."

Fangyan waved his hand.

"Teacher Fang, pen."

Li Cunbao hurriedly handed over paper and pen.

Fangyan took it and excitedly wrote the review report.

[The Wreath under the Mountain, written by Li Cunbao, a creator of the Quanzhou Military Region Song and Dance Troupe, depicts the tortuous story of a cadre's son who attempted to escape to the rear before the counterattack against Annan. Inspired by the heroic actions of his comrades, he finally stayed on the battlefield and turned from a young soldier into a combat hero.]

[The plot of the novel revolves around the military life of a sharp knife company before, during and after the war. This is a military literature theme during the war period. It is very innovative and groundbreaking both in terms of thought and narrative.]

【……】

[The author focuses on portraying several characters.]

Before his death, Company Commander Liang Sanxi left a suicide note, instructing his family to use the pension to pay off his debts after his death;
Zhao Mengsheng, Xue Kaihua, Jin Kailai, and even the "artistic cell" Duan Yuguo are all written with flesh and blood and personality. The images of the two rural women are written brilliantly, noble and great. It was they who used millet to feed the people and the army in the past, and today they have dedicated their own flesh and blood to the country. 】

【The people, only the people! 】

[Heroes come from the people, and the people are heroes! ]

[It is not easy to write vividly about seven or eight characters in a novel of 80,000 to 90,000 words. The writing style of "The Wreath under the Mountain" is simple and the emotions are deep. I suggest that this work be listed as a key article and published on the headline of the next issue of "October".]

It was done in one go, without any obstruction to the thoughts.

After writing, gently blow on the ink that has not dried on the paper.

Suddenly, I heard a faint sound in my ears, like crying and complaining.

Gong Xing's eyes were slightly red and with tears in his eyes, he finally understood why Fangyan was so busy.

(End of this chapter)