The literary era since 1979

Chapter 207 Get in the car quickly

After confirming the final cast list of "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog", Guo Baochang and others immediately set off back to western Guangxi.

We are planning to go to Xiangxi to shoot a movie in early September.

Before leaving, Guo Baochang, Zhang Yimou and others repeatedly requested Fangyan to join the crew.

After all, Teacher Fang is both a consultant to the film crew and the screenwriter of the film. The entire crew cannot do without Teacher Fang.

Although it didn't matter where he wrote "Huang Feihong", Fang Yan did not agree immediately. Instead, he returned to the editorial department of "October" to seek the opinions of Su Yu and Zhang Shouren.

Surprisingly, the two were fully supportive.

"It's good to go to Shonan."

Zhang Shouren said: "Some time ago, Xiangnan just held a literary creation award ceremony, and the Hunan Literature Army has become famous."

Su Yu smiled and said, "That's right. With the rapid rise of the Hunan Army like Gu Hua, the great prosperity of Hunan literature will soon come. When you go to Hunan, you will represent us, October, and have more contact with writers in Hunan and make more friends."

"I understand, Editor-in-Chief!"

Fangyan suddenly realized that he had an advantage in status compared to other people in the editorial department.

He learned prose from Shen Congwen, and wrote "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog", which is full of Xiangxi flavor, and can be considered half a Hunan Army.

In the entire publishing house, I am afraid there is no one more suitable than myself to deal with the Shonan literary world.

"Yanzi, don't forget to visit Tiesheng's house before leaving."

Zhang Shouren reminded him to ask Shi Tiesheng to write an article.

Fang Yan nodded, and then heard Su Yu reveal two more good news.

One is the graduation assignment of college students. Each of the five editorial teams of October can get one or two college students.

Another good news is that due to the increase in editorial staff, the existing space in the editorial department is simply not enough.

"The society has agreed."

Zhang Shouren said: "Let October move out."

Fangyan asked: "Where are we moving to?"

Zhang Shouren said: "It's just east of Madian."

Fangyan raised his eyebrows and said, "It's on the North Third Ring Road."

Su Yu said: "It is a bit remote, but fortunately the land is large, a full 24 acres."

"We also took into account that many people would find it too far."

Zhang Shouren said: "So we plan to build another dormitory building."

Su Yu said that this dormitory can serve as a temporary residence for everyone and also allow writers to create works here, killing two birds with one stone.

When Fangyan asked about the move-in, he immediately became interested. If he moved to Madian, it would be very tiring to ride a Phoenix to get off work in the future. So he took this opportunity to buy a motorcycle.

In fact, if possible, I would rather buy a car.

It’s a pity that there is no such way now.

Only after one or two years will a batch of "Fiat 126p" be introduced into the country. They are exchanged with China by Poland to offset the trade deficit. However, because they are not suitable as government buses, they are sold to private individuals for the first time, at a price of about 9000 yuan per car.

Even if you are a bit braver, you have to wait until next year to go to Qionghai Province and smuggle a car secretly.

After much deliberation, I finally bought a Xingfu 250A motorcycle at a transfer price of 1782 yuan.

I gave the replaced bicycle to my younger sister to ride to high school.

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On Lama Temple Street, a roar broke the silence, and passers-by turned their eyes to the cool motorcycle.

After a while, Fangyan parked the car in front of the gate of the slum.

Shi Lan was holding a wash basin and sprinkling water on the ground in the hot summer. When she saw him, she was surprised and happy:
"Brother Fang!"

"Xiao Lan, is your brother home?"

Fangyan handed a bag of peach cakes to Shi Lan.

Shi Lan nodded and smiled.

With the publication of "Autumn Memories" and "Life is Like a String of a String", Shi Tiesheng became more and more famous in the literary world.

One after another, people came to ask for commissions. If I encountered such a situation, I would immediately hide in the house behind Gulouyuan.

However, Shi Tiesheng had no choice and was not good at refusing, so Shi's father and Shi Lan became very cautious. In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing Shi Tiesheng's rest, they would always refuse visits as much as possible on the grounds that they were in Beihai Park or Ditan Park.

"Is it Iwako?"

Shi Tiesheng heard the noise and stuck his head out of the window, his small eyes narrowed into a line behind the black glasses frame.

Fangyan pushed the car into the yard and then walked into the house.

"You came just in time."

Shi Tiesheng was leaning against the bed writing, and then stopped to greet people.

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

Fangyan was very curious when he heard that he wanted to talk about literary classification.

Shi Tiesheng truthfully said that he and Chen Ximi talked about this "pure literature" during their correspondence.

The more they talked, the more interested they became, and they exchanged letters very frequently.

Fangyan smiled playfully: "How many letters have you exchanged?" Shi Tiesheng said generously: "Three. This is the fourth one. I am just thinking about how to reply to her."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Then I need to listen to what you guys discussed first."

The two talked about pure literature, serious literature and popular literature, and then talked about the "roots of literature."

"Yanzi, I think your proposal will definitely set off a new trend in the literary world!" Shi Tiesheng said, "And it will be a new literary trend that is no less than reflective literature and scar literature!"

Fang Yan said: "I have this feeling too, so I have been writing this novel that is rooted in Lingnan culture recently. However, relying on just one work is still too weak. It would be best if this kind of novel with ethnic and regional characteristics could emerge from all over the country."

Shi Tiesheng said: "Speaking of this, it has inspired me."

Fangyan asked: "How do you say it?"

"I'm not familiar with much about Yanjing. I can count the Ditan Park, Beihai Park, and the pea yellow of Fangshan on one hand."

Shi Tiesheng said: "I feel that my literary roots are not in Yanjing, but in the countryside where I worked as a sent-down youth."

Fang Yan said: "You mean northern Shaanxi."

Shi Tiesheng nodded and said, "Sometimes when I dream, I always dream about Qingping Bay, the folks there and the folk songs."

Fangyan listened quietly. He sang "Zou Xikou" for a while, and then changed to "Reaching Workers".

"Flowers bloom on the cliffs, and the suffering people live a good life..."

Shi Tiesheng said with emotion: "Maybe it's because I feel that Qingping Bay is very far away and I can never go back, so I miss it so much."

"If you want to go, there is no place you can't go."

Fang Yan said: "The key is whether you want to go, whether your heart wants to go, Tiesheng, do you still want to go back to Qingping Bay?"

Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but recall: "I fed cattle in Qingping Bay for two years. There was only loess there..."

"In my opinion, why don't you write an article on Qingping Bay?"

In dialect, we say: "Try to dig up the roots of northern Shaanxi."

"To be honest, I have really thought about it!"

Shi Tiesheng said that he planned to use himself as the prototype of a story about a cowherd living in a small mountain village on the Loess Plateau.

Fangyan said: "It's called 'Distant Qingping Bay'?"

"Add two more words, 'My distant Qingping Bay'."

Shi Tiesheng said that he wanted to write about the Qingping Bay in his memory, about those simple, honest and optimistic folks, and then try to explore the essence of the entire nation's survival from this ancient land of Qingping Bay, and see the good prospects ahead in the midst of suffering.

"My intuition tells me that this will be a representative work that supports the viewpoint of 'pure literature'. It seems that my trip was not in vain and I won't return empty-handed."

Fangyan chatted with him for a while and then suggested going out for a drive.

Shi Tiesheng originally thought they were going to Ditan Park, but when he arrived at the yard and saw the motorcycle, he started to make fun of it.

"Everyone knows that you are a wealthy landlord, Yanzi, but I never thought you are so rich!"

"Don't mention it. In fact, I would rather buy a Changjiang 750. Then you can sit in the sidecar and I'll drive. What a scene!"

Fangyan was very helpless, because the motorcycles nowadays are either for military or police use, and cannot be purchased through formal channels.

"It's time to fight the rich again!"

Shi Tiesheng said: "In fact, this motorcycle is also very good, and its meaning is also good. There is a kind of happiness called riding 'happiness'."

"And then drive on the avenue of happiness?"

Fangyan spoke while pushing the motorcycle.

"Leave all the misfortunes behind."

Shi Tiesheng blurted out.

“This can be used as an advertising slogan.”

Fangyan joked, "Why not just send it to the Shanghai Motorcycle Factory and earn some royalties, and then we can split it in half."

"Haha, okay!"

With the support of him and Shi Lan, Shi Tiesheng sat on the motorcycle and looked very energetic.

"Tiesheng, hold on tight."

After speaking in dialect, Shi Tiesheng suddenly felt gusts of wind blowing on his face, and the scenery on the roadside disappeared before his eyes in a flash.

A feeling of flying arises spontaneously.

"Alas!"

Fangyan shouted.

"Alas!"

Shi Tiesheng was infected and also shouted.

"Tie Sheng, Qingping Bay is actually not far away."

Fang Yan said: "We can't go there by motorcycle, but we can take a train to northern Shaanxi."

As the car sped along, Shi Tiesheng slowly relaxed and said with a smile:
"Okay! When we get to northern Shaanxi, I'll take you to see Qingping Bay!"

"I'll take you to see my literary roots!"

(End of this chapter)