The literary era since 1979

Chapter 189 A succession of happy events
The sky was clear and the sunlight shone through the window and onto the paper.

Fangyan glanced at a pile of manuscript papers. He had already started the script of "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog". He didn't need to write shot by shot, so he wrote it quickly. Moreover, while he was writing, the figure of the protagonist, his father's back, and the painting-like scenery of western Hunan would appear in his mind from time to time.

And the Dong girl in the fields.

His face gradually became similar to Gong Xing's. His every smile and frown, especially his big watery eyes, were quite amazing.

Look at "Operation Sword". The first draft has been completed several days ago, otherwise I would not have found the time to write the script.

Next, you should think about which journal to submit to?
"People's Literature", "Zhongshan", "Huacheng"...

Just as he was thinking, Fang Hong's voice came from outside the house, "Yanzi, it's getting late, we should set off!"

"You don't have to take me to the exam room."

Fang Yan said she wanted to go alone.

"How can that be done!"

Fang Hong said: "Yanzi and I have already discussed it. During the exam days, we will take turns to pick you up and drop you off."

Fang Yan said: "You guys are making me so nervous."

"Don't be nervous."

Fang Hong said: "Ruoxue and Xiaoya both said that as long as you perform normally as usual, there will be no problem in this high school entrance examination."

"Check again, have you brought everything?"

Fangyan reminded.

"Done!"

Fang Hong checked it and nodded.

"set off!"

After Fangyan called out, the three of them headed to the examination room.

There are many parents sending their children to school at the school gate. There are also two beverage stalls not far away, displaying a variety of bottled beverages.

Han Yuemin was holding the Arctic Ocean and chatting and laughing with the stall owner.

"Leap People!"

Fang Hong shouted and waved her hand.

Han Yuemin ran over and handed the Arctic Ocean to them. As soon as Fang Yan stretched out her hand, she noticed Fang Hong's sharp look at her.

"Don't drink now!"

"What if I get sick from drinking? What will I do during the exam?"

Fang Hong confiscated the drink and handed over 5 cents.

Fang Yan happily put the money in her pocket and walked happily, "I'm going in, you guys go back, go back!"

After watching his younger sister walk into the school gate, Fangyan turned around and found that he bumped into several women wearing bright red shirts in the crowd.

There are no buttons in the front and a zipper in the back.

"This dress is called 'An Ran Suit'."

Fang Hong took a look.

When asked in dialect, I found out that the name came from Tie Ning's "The Red Shirt Without Buttons". The heroine "An Ran" had such a strange red shirt, which was indeed considered a strange outfit in those days.

"This dress should be bought from Yuemin's store, right?"

Fang Hong turned and looked at Han Yuemin.

"It looks like it."

Han Yuemin took a sip of the Arctic Ocean.

"Sister, did you design this 'An Ran Suit'?"

Fangyan asked the question with great interest.

"That's no need to say it!"

Han Yuemin looked very proud of it and said that the idea was jointly worked out by the two of them. Since the "cultural shirts" combine sports events and clothing, then by the same token, popular literary and artistic works can also be combined with clothing.

"The Red Shirt Without Buttons" was adapted into a novel by Fangyan and has been widely acclaimed since its publication in October.

"One day I heard a co-worker say that he wanted a red shirt like this, and then I realized that many people in the factory wanted to buy one..."

Fang Yan was greatly surprised when he heard Fang Hong's words.

Wow, we have learned to do market research in advance!
"If I were not afraid to mess around now, I would have sold them like I did with the T-shirts."

Han Yuemin and Fang Hong smiled at each other.

Fangyan asked about the impact of the purge on the tailor shop's business.

Han Yuemin restrained his smile and looked serious.

Nowadays, the only way to get sources of fabrics is to go south to eastern Guangdong. After a while, Han Yuemin will go to eastern Guangdong to explore opportunities.

"It's not in the newspapers from a few days ago."

Fang Hong said: "There are eight kings in Wen'ou."

Fang Yan said: "Brother Han, how is Yanjing?"

"Yanzi, this is all thanks to you."

Han Yuemin looked like he was still frightened.

Thanks to the positive publicity of "If Miracles Have Colors", it is equivalent to having a talisman.

Just like the couple who ran the Yuebin Hotel, they were neither ordered to close their business nor had their property seized or confiscated. However, others were not so lucky.

"Fortunately, he listened to you and kept a low profile during this time."

Fang Hong said: "Don't show off your wealth, don't try to be big, otherwise..."

Han Yuemin lowered his voice and asked, "Yanzi, when do you think the situation will ease up and become less severe?" Fang Yan smiled and said, "Brother Han, you can't bear it anymore?"

"how could be!"

Han Yuemin waved his hands repeatedly, "Isn't it that your sister and I are going to, ahem, register soon?"

Fang blushed and said, "He wanted to have a grand wedding. He said he wanted to send out a bicycle team to welcome the bride, and he also wanted to have a few red flags and several-meter-long hanging firecrackers. It was festive and cool, but I directly rejected it."

Then he glared at Han Yuemin and said, "In this kind of environment, you still dare to show up like this? You really think you have a long life!"

"Sister, Brother Han also wants to do it in a grand manner."

Fang Yan tried to smooth things over by saying, "After all, there is only one wedding."

"you do not say!"

Han Yuemin smiled awkwardly: "So we want to discuss with the elders on both sides and plan to register for the marriage certificate first, and postpone the wedding until the situation eases, and then hold a grand wedding."

"How long do you plan to postpone it to?"

Fangyan was not surprised at all.

These days people advocate simple weddings and basically don’t hold banquets.

At most we would get some melon seeds, peanuts, fruits, and candies, hold a tea party, and then have neighbors come to visit, and everyone would pool their money to give them a thermos, a washbasin, bed sheets, or something like that, and then hand out some wedding candies to liven things up, and it would basically be over when dark.

"On October 10st, we celebrate with the country."

Fang Hong smiled and said, "It's a good opportunity to take advantage of this time to tidy up his house."

"It's our house!"

Han Yuemin corrected immediately.

Fangyan couldn't stand watching them feeding him dog food, so he rode away on his bike under the pretext of going to work.

Before leaving, I asked Han Yuemin to help keep an eye on the courtyard.

………………

When we arrived at Yenching Publishing House, Mr. Dong leaned out of the window and said, "Teacher Fang, here is your letter."

"okay."

Fangyan took the basket of letters he handed over, most of which were from readers of "The Garland under the Mountain".

After searching through the letters, I found only two that were addressed to myself.

One letter was from the editorial department of Huacheng Magazine. It was not a letter requesting an article, but an invitation letter to a summer novel writing class.

The second letter was from Li Cunbao. I opened it and read:
"You once told me that after the publication of The Wreath Under the Mountain, 'you will soon be surrounded by reporters.' As you expected, I am now overwhelmed. Recently, several film studios have been receiving long-distance calls and letters every day..."

"What did Comrade Cunbao say in his letter?"

Tian Zengxiang cast a curious look.

"To sum it up, it can be summed up in five words: 'the troubles of fame.'"

Fangyan folded the letter and said, "It said that a TV station in Ludong wanted him to write a TV drama script, and the Liberation Army Art School wanted to adapt "The Wreath under the Mountain" into a drama. Of course, there is good news for us as well. He said he has conceived a new script."

"real?!"

Tian Zengxiang suddenly became uneasy and asked, "Did he say whether he would continue to submit this manuscript to October?"

"That's for sure."

In dialect, the name is "The Nineteen Tombs in the Mountains".

The theme content, some details, and the general outline were all discussed by Li Cunbao and I after we visited the Martyrs' Cemetery. However, the focus at the time was on "The Wreath under the Mountain", so I didn't have time to write this article.

"With these two manuscripts, we can now stand firmly at the forefront of the new wave of military literature."

Tian Zengxiang applauded.

"Yanzi, you have done a great deed again!"

Zhang Zhonge said this with some emotion.

"indeed so!"

At this moment, Zhang Shouren suddenly appeared at the door.

Fangyan greeted him and was then inexplicably invited to the editor-in-chief's office.

"Teacher Zhang, can you tell me what you want to talk to me about?"

"Good, very good, you are going to make progress."

Zhang Shouren gave him a meaningful look.

Fangyan realized as soon as he entered the room that he was going to be promoted, and before that the organization wanted to talk to him.

The extent of the progress is neither big nor small.

The head of the prose group is equivalent to a section chief, while the deputy director of the fiction editorial department is relatively higher, at deputy section chief level.

The conversation took place in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

Judging from Fang Xiaojiang's performance after the "Bitter Love" incident, he is not only loyal, but also a famous general! He is capable!

Su Yu said seriously: "In view of your achievements, position, talent, ability, character, and reputation in the unit, all aspects are quite excellent. We fully believe that you can be competent for these positions..."

"Xiao Fang, I hope you can continue to shine in your new position, display your talents, and achieve greater results."

Lu Yuanchi patted his shoulder.

Fangyan nodded solemnly. After all, who can resist progress?

"Editor-in-Chief Qin and Deputy Editor-in-Chief Meng of Contemporary Magazine will come to our place later." Lu Yuanchi said, "They even mentioned your name and wanted to talk to you in person."

Fang Yan frowned, vaguely feeling that they were targeting his "Operation Sword".

(End of this chapter)