Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 360 Bring your own dry food to read the manuscript

While everyone was chatting and laughing, two more guests came to Chen Rong's house. They were Liu Xinwu and a sixty-year-old man.

After Liu Xinwu's introduction, Lin Chaoyang found out that the old man was actually Tan Mu.

Tan Mu is from Guangdong and has lived and worked in Guangdong for many years, but he also worked in Yenching University for two years in 77 and 78. Therefore, there were several of his acquaintances present, such as Yang Mo and Wang Meng.

He greeted everyone, and when he greeted Lin Chaoyang, his face was full of smiles.

"Comrade Chaoyang, I have heard of your great name for a long time, and today I finally get to meet you in person."

"You are too polite, Mr. Qin. I grew up watching your works."

Lin Chaoyang's words caused everyone to laugh again.

Liu Xinwu said: "Speaking of which, Lin Chaoyang and Mr. Qin have some connections."

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang and Qin Mu both nodded.

After the publication of "The Boat Crossing" last year, Qin Mu also published an article in "Literary Review" praising the novel.

Of course, he praised the author Lin Chaoyang more.

In his article, Qin Mu highly praised Lin Chaoyang's unconventional creative style, saying that he brought vitality to the Chinese literary world.

With such a connection, the relationship between the two is naturally very harmonious.

After chatting for a while, Lin Chaoyang learned that Qin Mu came this time for the publication of his collection of essays.

As for walking together with Liu Xinwu, it is because the publisher of his essay collection happens to be Yenching Press.

Tan Mu suddenly said: "Chaoyang is amazing!"

Everyone was chatting happily when he suddenly said this and no one knew how to respond.

Tan Mu looked at everyone's expressions and asked with a smile: "You're all very curious, right? What I said is incoherent!"

Everyone nodded, even Lin Chaoyang was a little curious.

"It wasn't me who said that. It was Su Chen who said that."

Most people present did not know Su Chen, but they had all heard of his name.

Chen Rong and Yang Mo are very familiar with Su Chen, and they both have a good relationship with Huacheng Publishing House.

"Chaoyang gave his last novel to Huacheng. Old Su is just bragging about himself!" Yang Mo joked.

Qin Mu shook his head when he heard this, "Su Chen is not talking about Chaoyang's previous novel, but this one."

Now this one?

Everyone looked at Lin Chaoyang. From what Qin Mu said, Lin Chaoyang had written a new work?

Li Tuo looked at Lin Chaoyang excitedly, "Chaoyang, have you finished writing that novel?"

He was a frequent visitor to Lin Chaoyang's home, and would go there for meals whenever he could find an excuse. Naturally, he knew that Lin Chaoyang had been writing a large novel in the past six months.

For fear of disturbing Lin Chaoyang's creation, he even reduced the number of times he went to eat for free in the past six months.

Li Tuo had communicated with Lin Chaoyang about this new novel and had a general idea of ​​the planning and content of the novel. He also knew that if such a novel could really be written according to Lin Chaoyang's expectations, it would definitely shock the entire literary world.

Therefore, when he heard that Lin Chaoyang had finished writing his novel, he was extremely excited.

“I just finished writing it a few days ago.”

Li Tuo was about to continue questioning Lin Chaoyang, but Chen Jiangong stopped him and said, "Don't interrupt me. Let's listen to what Mr. Qin has to say."

Li Tuo then realized that he had lost his composure and interrupted Qin Mu. He smiled apologetically at Qin Mu, and Qin Mu smiled back at him.

Tan Mu continued what he had just said, "Chao Yang's new novel has a profound conception and a broad perspective. It has both serious and profound ideological content and a fascinating storyline. It is an amazing work, one of the few magnificent works in the field of Chinese literature in the past half century."

After saying this, Qin Mu showed a cunning look on his face, and emphasized: "I didn't say this, Su Chen said it to me when he was paying New Year's greetings."

Whether it is Tan Mu or Su Chen, both of them are famous figures in the Chinese literary world. It is extremely rare for them to give such high praise to a novel.

Although everyone has not seen Lin Chaoyang's new novel yet, they would not think that Su Chen was talking nonsense.

It's just that it's hard for everyone to imagine what kind of novel could deserve such high praise from Su Chen, an experienced publisher who has been immersed in literature and editing for decades.

Thinking about what Qin Mu said, everyone felt as if a cat's claws were scratching their hearts, and they couldn't wait to see it now.

"Chaoyang, tell us what your novel is about and how you wrote it?" Wang Meng asked Lin Chaoyang.

"You'll see it when the novel is published! How can I possibly retell such a long novel?"

"Just tell me briefly first, just tell me briefly." Lin Jinlan also urged him.

Not only the two of them, but everyone else's eyes were also on Lin Chaoyang. Everyone's attitude was so earnest that Lin Chaoyang had no choice but to pick out the important plots in the novel and tell everyone about it.

"In 1904, winter came earlier than usual in Zhangqiu, Shandong. Zhangqiu is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. It is the hometown of Li Qingzhao, a female poet in the Song Dynasty, with abundant springs and outstanding scenery.

However, when the nest is overturned, no egg can remain intact. Due to successive disasters, crops have failed, bandits are rampant, and people are starving everywhere..."

Lin Chaoyang's voice was gentle and he told the story in a leisurely manner, making everyone unconsciously immersed in the story.

For a long time, his voice was the only one in the room, and everyone else listened attentively and with great interest.

When Liang Zuo and Liang Huan, brother and sister, came back, they saw such a strange scene.

Liang Zuo saw this and did not let his sister speak. The two of them quietly put down their things and came to the side of the crowd, intending to listen curiously. Unexpectedly, they were also fascinated by what they heard. More than an hour passed like this. Lin Chaoyang's mouth was dry and his throat was a little sore. He had only told half of the story.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell the story faster, but the story of “Crossing the Guandong” is too rich and has too many details.

Sometimes he deliberately ignored some plots and characters, and everyone felt that something didn't make sense, so they would interrupt him from time to time and ask him questions about the details.

As time goes by, the efficiency of storytelling will naturally not be fast enough.

Lin Chaoyang's story stopped halfway. Everyone was neither able to finish listening to it nor felt any worse than if they had not listened at all.

"Chaoyang, keep talking. Did Xian'er and Chuanwu recognize each other? Is Chuanwu okay? How is Chuanjie? Can the bad guy Pan Wuye not succeed?"

Chen Jiangong asked several questions in a row, representing everyone's common voice, but Lin Chaoyang did not answer his questions.

Wang Meng criticized Lin Chaoyang, saying: "You said you want to talk about novels, so why do you leave a hook? We are not your readers."

Lin Chaoyang took a sip of the cold tea to moisten his throat. "I've been talking for more than an hour, but none of you have poured me a cup of hot tea. What's wrong with leaving some information? I'll think about buying the novel to read later!"

Everyone complained when they heard this, "How can you be like this!"

After everyone's criticism, Lin Chaoyang became the sticky subject and refused to continue speaking, and no one could do anything about it.

Liu Xinwu recalled what Lin Chaoyang had just said, and felt a little emotional. "The basis of a novel is still storytelling. Although we haven't read the text of Chaoyang's novel, we can already feel its moving and fascinating story just by listening to his narration. It must be right."

Deng Youmei strongly agrees with Liu Xinwu's remarks, because what he values ​​when writing novels is the story and characters. His representative works such as "Na Wu" and "Yanhu" are all in this style.

"Chao Yang's novel really has a sense of blending the East and the West, with both the style of magical realism and the charm of legendary novels."

"I think the best thing Chaoyang did was to reflect the profound sense of history, which should be due to the multi-perspective writing method. However, this writing method is too difficult to grasp. I can't write it well. Any character that doesn't stand out is a failure!"

Although everyone has not seen the novel yet, they are all experts in writing novels after all.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he takes action.

Not to mention anything else, the novel's huge and complex narrative thread and structure alone are not something that ordinary people can grasp.

What's more, when everyone was listening to Lin Chaoyang's story, they didn't feel any confusion or redundancy at all. It was obvious that this was something that could only be achieved because Lin Chaoyang had mastered the story to perfection.

You can't go wrong with a novel like this.

Everyone thought about what Qin Mu had just said about Su Chen, and it seemed that what he said was true!
The three most talked-about topics at writers' gatherings are literature, philosophy and history. Today, Lin Chaoyang's novel was the topic and everyone was having a great time chatting about it.

Time passed quickly and it was noon. Chen Rong and a few others went to prepare lunch. Lin Chaoyang was about to go too, but was stopped by Li Tuo.

He asked Lin Chaoyang quietly: "I remember you have the manuscript, right?"

"Where is the manuscript? I have sent it to the editorial department."

Lin Chaoyang was about to leave, but Li Tuo didn't let go. He glared at him and said, "Don't fool me! You think I don't know? Which novel did you not keep the manuscript? The ones you sent out were the transcribed ones!"

Lin Chaoyang said sarcastically: "You come to our house to dig holes in the door all day long. If something is lost tomorrow, I will come to find you!"

Li Tuo ignored his sarcasm and said, "Don't change the subject. Lend me the manuscript and I'll return it to you after I've read it. Otherwise..."

As he spoke, he gave a threatening look to his colleagues around him who were discussing the novel enthusiastically.

"The novel hasn't been published yet, so how can I let you guys read it? What if it gets leaked?"

Lin Chaoyang continued to find excuses.

Li Tuo stared into his eyes and gave in. "Then how about this? I'll go to your house to take a look. Is that okay?"

"You just want to come to our house and have a free meal, right?" Lin Chaoyang teased.

Li Tuo angrily asked, "Am I that kind of person?"

Lin Chaoyang looked straight at him, as if asking: Aren’t you?
Feeling timid, Li Tuo changed his tone and said, "I'll bring my own food this time."

"Okay." Lin Chaoyang said reluctantly.

"That's right! I just wrote a good novel. Look how much I treasure you!"

The evil plan succeeded, and Li Tuo did not forget to retaliate against Lin Chaoyang.

Lin Chaoyang was too lazy to argue with him. Just as he went to the kitchen to help, Liang Zuo came over again.

"Master, your novel was published too late!"

Lin Chaoyang glanced at him and said, "If you have something to say, just say it!"

Liang Zuo narrowed his eyes and laughed, "I heard what Li Tuo said to you just now. You still have the manuscript."

It’s endless!

"There is only one manuscript. You two can study it yourselves."

Liang Zuo was overjoyed when he heard this, "Thank you, Master!"

He turned around happily, and was then grabbed by his sister Liang Huan. The two of them whispered to each other for a long time.

Liang Zuo came over again hesitantly, "Master, can I bring my sister to see it later?"

Lin Chaoyang glanced at Liang Huan. The little girl looked at him with eyes full of admiration. She looked at him and immediately turned her head away shyly.

Another literary young woman!
(End of this chapter)