Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 225 Keep an eye on this kid
Huangdao is not very big. Standing on a slightly higher hill, you can only see the endless gray sea and sky on all sides.

There are not many residents on the island. It is said that there is only one production team with about ten fishermen living on the island. It is a production team in scale, but its organizational structure is a commune.

The editorial department of Yenching Literature had good intentions in finding such a small and sparsely populated island, but it was obvious that the writers were extremely indignant about their behavior.

Every time we had a meal, we would gather together to criticize the editorial department's shameless behavior.

Faced with everyone's dissatisfaction, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening could only play dumb. After all, everyone was in a circle, and they should be given the freedom to complain, right?

These writers are honest people. Although they may complain, they still feel that it is unacceptable for the editorial department to spend real money to invite them, so if they don't produce some works, it would be unreasonable.

Since Fu Yonglin didn't allow them to go out, they really didn't go out and stayed in the hotel all day long, concentrating on writing.

Of course, there are also benefits to the pen club.

Many writers hang out together day and night, and have plenty of time and energy to exchange their reading experiences, writing experiences and life insights. After chatting a lot, they will always inadvertently bring some insights to each other.

When everyone was creating, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening acted as supervisors and chat companions.

That night, after dinner, Lin Chaoyang and Tao Yushu went to the beach for a walk.

These days are the hottest days of the year. It is extremely hot during the day and only cools down in the evening.

There were more than ten people at the writers' club, but because Lin Chaoyang and his wife were a couple, normally, no one would walk with them even when they went out for a walk, for fear of disturbing their world of two.

On a midsummer evening, the couple walked in the afterglow of the setting sun. The sand on Huangdao Beach was yellow, and the sea water overflowed, turning it into golden color under the sunlight.

"Are you really not going to write something?" Tao Yushu asked.

Today is already the third day in Huangdao. While other writers are holed up in their rooms racking their brains for new works, Lin Chaoyang is living a very carefree life and has no intention of writing anything.

"My novel has just been published in Yenching Literature. I can't bear to see myself writing for them again," Lin Chaoyang said lightly.

Tao Yushu smiled when she heard this. She didn't mean to urge her husband to write a novel, but she felt that one should be grateful for what one has received.

“Those black-hearted people in the editorial department are taking advantage of your mentality. If you talk to them about conscience, you will be fooled.

If you really write a ridiculous novel for them now, do you think they would accept it?

So, don’t be fooled by the hypocrisy of these guys.”

After being influenced by many senior editors in the industry, Lin Chaoyang has reached a certain level of practice. He is no longer surprised by the methods used by this group of people. He is calm and composed even when facing a disaster.

The couple walked and chatted. After a while, the setting sun fell into the sea, and the vast sea surface sank into darkness.

The two returned to the hotel, and the others also came back. Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening arranged for everyone to gather in the room to discuss ideas and inspire each other. This has become a routine after dinner in recent days.

Most writers are talkative, but some of them will only talk about topics that interest them.

Everyone present was in the same industry, and they had a lot of common topics to talk about.

Wang Zengqi is the oldest and most experienced among the writers, so he is naturally the most talkative person here. He can always discover different perspectives on some ordinary topics, which makes people unconsciously develop a sense of mysterious profundity about him.

When Fu Yonglin asked everyone to write something, he wrote the fastest. In his words, "I have lived long enough and seen a lot. If I pick out a paragraph at random, isn't it a novel?"

Compared to Wang Zengqi's ease, it was not so easy for others.

Li Tuo now focuses most of his attention on film theory research and criticism, and has no intention of writing novels at all.

Cheng Zhongshi was the most nervous because his creative style had to be based on life, and in such a hurry, he had no idea what to do.

There are several other people who also have their own problems to varying degrees.

Fu Yonglin led everyone to chat for a while, and then asked Lin Chaoyang: "What do you think recently?"

"No. The novel was just published, and my mind hasn't recovered yet."

Lin Chaoyang's answer was very straightforward, leaving Fu Yonglin somewhat helpless.

Among the people present, except Tao Yushu, Zhang Dening claimed that she knew Lin Chaoyang best, and she would not believe Lin Chaoyang's lies.

She knew that Lin Chaoyang just didn't want to write.

"Chaoyang, can you talk about inspiration first? It doesn't have to be a mature idea, and you don't have to put pen to paper. You just need to draw out the idea.

There are so many of us, and as long as you have a little idea, you can probably come up with a complete story by chatting."

Zhang Dening knew that Lin Chaoyang was a stubborn donkey who would not move if led, and would even move backwards if beaten. He had to be stroked by the right hand.

After she said this, Lin Chaoyang had no choice but to remain silent, otherwise it would seem that he was deliberately resisting the "good intentions" of his comrades in the editorial department.

He thought for a long time before he spoke.

"How did your editorial department come up with the idea of ​​holding a writers' conference in Huangdao?"

His first sentence was not to talk about ideas and thoughts, but to ask questions.

This question made Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening look a little embarrassed, while the others had subtle expressions, with a hint of satisfaction on their faces.

"Well...Huangdao has a quiet environment, which is very suitable for holding a literary gathering." Fu Yonglin explained dryly.

Everyone thought that Lin Chaoyang asked this question intentionally. Listening to Fu Yonglin's words, they had the urge to laugh, but they had to hold it back.

Lin Chaoyang continued to say seriously: "Huangdao is such a closed island. If something really happens, people outside may not know about it, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who was originally smiling immediately felt a chill invading from behind, and the look in their eyes when they looked at Lin Chaoyang was strange.

"Don't talk nonsense. The editorial department asked you to come here to hold a writers' club, not to rob you of money or kill you." Zhang Dening said angrily.

She suspected that Lin Chaoyang was dissatisfied with the editorial department, so he said this deliberately to disrupt morale.

"I didn't say that, why are you so nervous?" Lin Chaoyang's words left Zhang Dening speechless, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

He ignored Zhang Dening and continued, "Huangdao is a natural environment for stories with a strong sense of suspense. For example, I have an idea in my mind right now..."

Lin Chaoyang's first few sentences served as an introduction and had a very good effect, making everyone curious about his story.

"Yan Shouzhong's father was once a fisherman. In his memory, if there was work on a fishing boat, his father would work as a hired worker. If there was no work, his father would go to the dock to unload the fish.

At ten o'clock in the morning, my father came home. For a long time, he sat in a chair, staring at his hands, occasionally muttering to himself, and his eyes became big and deep.

My father once took Yan Shouzhong to see those islands. At that time, he was still a little boy, too young to help much on the fishing boat..."

Lin Chaoyang spoke slowly and softly, as if an old man was telling about what happened in the past.

But that mottled time was not warm. People always beautify the past, making those difficult and cruel memories look like framed photos.

As he told the story, everyone gradually became immersed in it, their whole body and mind were absorbed in it, to the point that they completely ignored the time.

"Yan Shouzhong said that the people on this island can always create facts that are beneficial to themselves, thinking that as long as they say them enough times, those things will become true.

His words made Lei Ming angry, veins on his head bulged, and it seemed as if he was ready to teach him a lesson at any time.

Yan Shouzhong didn't care at all. He continued:
They had a meeting tonight, and Dr. Lee came to see me and told me that I never had a partner. If I asked you, you would probably say the same thing.

Lei Ming looked at the floor and said to him: I don’t know what you are talking about, Officer Yan.

Yan Shouzhong and Lei Ming had been arguing for a long time, but they both insisted on their own opinions and neither could convince the other.

Finally, Lei Ming clenched his knees tightly, looked at Yan Shouzhong with a painful expression, and whispered: You must leave here.

Yan Shouzhong said: I know.

Lei Ming shook his head: "No, you don't know. You don't know what is going on here. Leave here, forget everything here, and never look back."

So tell me, what happened here?"

Lin Chaoyang's voice paused at this question. Everyone waited for a long time. Seeing that he still didn't speak, they hurriedly asked: "Why don't you continue talking!"

"I haven't thought about the rest yet. How should I talk about it?" Lin Chaoyang said slowly.

Zhang Dening was so annoyed by him that he said, "You are kidding me! You are telling such a detailed story. Do you dare to say that you haven't thought about what will happen next?"

"That's right. I've never seen anyone talk about ideas more fluently than you. You're not talking about ideas, you're clearly telling a story." Li Tuo said dissatisfiedly.

After these two people expressed their opinions, others also protested against Lin Chaoyang's shameless interruption.

But no matter what everyone said, Lin Chaoyang just stopped talking, leaving everyone helpless.

"This guy is so boring!"

"It's going to be published anyway, so why don't we listen to it first?"

After a while of protesting, seeing that Lin Chaoyang was unmoved, they were about to give up. However, Wang Zengqi said to Fu Yonglin, "Yonglin, Chaoyang's story is of good quality and makes people unable to stop listening to it. Your editorial department must not let go of such a good story."

After listening to Wang Zengqi's words, everyone started to talk and instigate Fu Yonglin.

"Yes, it would be a waste if I didn't write this story with such a good opportunity."

In fact, there was no need for them to instigate. After listening to Lin Chaoyang's beginning of the story, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening realized that if this story could be written into a novel, it would definitely be wonderful. How could they give up such a good story?

What’s more, this was the story that Lin Chaoyang himself told during the writers’ conference.

Fu Yonglin asked Lin Chaoyang, "Chaoyang, have you started writing this story?"

"No, I haven't come up with an idea yet, how can I start writing?"

Lin Chaoyang's shamelessness made Fu Yonglin want to kick him. It has come to this, and you tell me you haven't figured it out yet?

Don’t be too shameless!

Although he cursed in his heart, Fu Yonglin still had a sense of the overall situation.

What is the purpose of their holding this literary conference? Isn't it just to produce more works? Isn't it good works that come now?
"Why don't you try writing it first? Sometimes creation is like this. Inspiration may not come until the moment you start writing."

"Well, that makes sense. But this story is quite complicated and it's not as straightforward as the usual realistic style.

If written as a novel, it has very high requirements for narrative and structure.

So, you still need to spend more time to think about it.”

Although he knew that Lin Chaoyang was trying to shirk his responsibility, Fu Yonglin had to admit that what he said made some sense.

He had just listened to half of the story, and it was indeed a style that focused on narrative and structure, requiring a lot of time to be spent on logical reasoning and rationality construction.

"So...when are you going to start writing?"

"This...it's hard to say!"

Anyway, it is impossible for him to write during the writers' conference. He came out to accompany his wife to travel and have fun. How could he have time to write a novel!
Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Fu Yonglin was disappointed, but still said: "It doesn't matter. Think about it slowly. If you have any ideas, you can communicate with me and De Ning more."

"Sure, sure." Lin Chaoyang said perfunctorily without any sincerity.

Turning around, when Lin Chaoyang returned to the room, Fu Yonglin pulled Zhang Dening with a serious face, as if a superior was giving orders to the front line.

"After we return to Yanjing, you must keep a close eye on this kid!"

(End of this chapter)