1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 150 Jiang Xian's Proposal

The tea party was held in the dining hall.

The cadres of the literary lecture meeting served as waiters, receptionists and buyers.

The large dining hall was covered with paper with banners written on it. Small tables were put together to form square tables and covered with sheets, making it a simple and elegant meeting place.

The total cost of the purchase was more than ten yuan, and I bought some large peanuts, bean-sized ordinary flour biscuits and tea.

Jiang Xian helped to set up the venue and put two handfuls of melon seeds in his pocket. He also wanted to taste the tea.

The conditions for the lecture were poor, there wasn't even a teapot, so the tea leaves were put into a thermos.

Picking up the thermos, Jiang Xian opened the lid, took a sip and didn't want to drink it anymore.

When the tea leaves are brewed in a thermos and cool down a little, the smell is like soaking socks in it.

Wang Meng arrived early, greeted a few students, glanced at Jiang Xian, and directly picked up a chair and sat next to him.

This honor immediately made other students envious, and caused many of them to secretly smack their lips in amazement.

"I thought you wouldn't attend this literature seminar."

"You must be joking, Mr. Wang. I value every precious opportunity for improvement."

"You are still young, learn as much as you can." Wang Meng patted Jiang Xian on the shoulder, "I have read your article "Letter from a Stranger Woman", it is really well written."

"You are too polite. I know that my thoughts are a little lacking." Jiang Xian said politely.

Wang Meng smiled and said, "I don't think the thought content is bad. In some ways, it is even more thought-provoking. Besides, novels are meant for people to read. The tenderness, delicate and passionate emotions alone are enough to move all readers."

As the two were chatting, old man Sha Ting also arrived, accompanied by some cadres from the literary lecture meeting.

"Let's go and say hello to Mr. Sha." Wang Meng called Jiang Xian.

The two men stood up and walked over. Jiang Xian "treasonously" picked up a chair and sat down next to Sha Ting.

"Mr. Sha, long time no see."

"Has it been a long time? Didn't I just give you a prize?" Sha Ting still spoke with a thick Sichuan accent.

After chatting with Sha Ting for a while, Chen Huangmei, Feng Mu, Cao Yu, Xiao Jun and others, accompanied by Xu Gang and Li Qingquan, walked into the cafeteria with smiles on their faces.

The students applauded loudly.

They each took their seats, and Jiang Xian also found a seat where the other students gathered and sat down.

He first glanced at Cao Yu, who was short and fat, wore glasses, had an old face, and a pair of bright and intelligent eyes. If he hadn't told him his identity, he would probably have taken him for a waiter in a small shop.

As for Xiao Jun, the representative of the Northeast writers, he is 73 years old and no longer has the charm of his youth. He has an unshaven beard. He was very handsome when he was young, otherwise he would not have fascinated so many people.

As for Chen Huangmei, his main focus right now is on movies. Of course, he is also the one who is at the forefront in the cultural circle, both he and Feng Mu.

Ding Ling didn't come. He just had surgery.

The person in charge of the literary lecture at this moment is Xu Gang, originally it was Li Ji.

Last month, Li Ji invited an old comrade to his home for a drink, but the wine at home was all gone. At this time, wine was supplied with tickets and was difficult to buy, so he dug out a bottle of medicinal wine of unknown origin and poured each of them a glass.

The old comrade took a sip and said it tasted bad and his tongue was numb. Li Ji drank it too, and said he felt uncomfortable afterwards. The driver wanted to send him to the hospital, but he refused, saying that Ding Ling had surgery in the afternoon and he had to go see her. He took a nap and died at the age of 57.

He is the vice chairman of the Writers Association, presides over the daily work of the association, and has served as the editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" and "Poetry Magazine".

"Comrades, welcome to Beijing and the novel writing class from all over the country." Chen Huangmei stood up and said happily.

Hua Hua Hua.

After a round of applause, Chen Huangmei said, "We have provided the best conditions we can, but it is still not enough. I hope that the months you spend here will be unforgettable and fruitful. I propose that we organize you to watch more movies and play more internal reference films for your reference."

When the students heard this, they were so excited that they couldn't express it in words.

Being able to watch internal reference films is such a great thing!

After some discussion, several cadres immediately agreed to Chen Huangmei's proposal.

As soon as he sat down, Feng Mu stood up and said, "Not only watching movies, but also all the activities in the literary and artistic circles in the past six months should be organized for them to participate, whether it is a meet-and-greet, a dialogue, or an award ceremony. Let them watch, learn, and feel it."

"That's no problem." "That's what we planned too."

Another proposal was passed. Later, Cao Yu, Xiao Jun, Sha Ting, these playwrights, writers, and poets had spoken in turn. They will continue to give lectures in the future, and today they said some words to encourage the students to work hard.

Finally, it was the students’ turn to express their opinions.

"I feel that the course schedule is too tight and I don't have time to write." Chen Shixu took the lead and raised this question.

I got immediate responses from others.

"Yes, only having time at night to write is not enough."

"There are also requirements for the number of works we can publish upon graduation."

"Unless I skip classes, I really don't have time to write anything."

Several teachers on campus discussed the issue, and finally Li Qingquan stood up and said, "Comrades, don't miss the class. You have a long time to write! I promise you that I will arrange more time for writing at the end of the study period!"

Only then did the students feel at ease.

Several students also made some suggestions, which the teachers discussed and responded to.

Some people even suggested that they want to watch TV and asked the cadres of the Cultural Lecture Association to get them a color TV.

The higher-ups agreed.

Then he asked for a VCR.

Agreed again!

One by one, it was Jiang Xian's turn.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, what do you think? Speak freely!" Li Qingquan said.

Many people knew Jiang Xian, and many eyes turned to look at him.

Jiang Xian was sitting in the corner eating biscuits. Upon hearing this, he chewed the biscuit in his mouth, swallowed it, then slowly stood up and cleared his throat.

"I do have a suggestion."

Chen Qingquan adjusted the frame of his glasses on his nose and said, "You say."

Now more people became interested and were curious about what opinions he would come up with.

He said slowly: "Our literature seminar originated from the Literature Research Institute organized by Teacher Ding Ling in the 50s, which was discontinued after four sessions.

Now that it has finally resumed, we have temporarily organized a short-term training course with a duration of three months. Although the staffing and establishment issues have not yet been resolved, I think that at least the trainees should be allowed to gain identity recognition. At least after graduation, we should be acknowledged and recognized as people who came out of the Institute of Literature.

Therefore, I propose that our novel writing class should continue the tradition and change the name of the novel writing class to the fifth period of the Literature Workshop! "

Jiang Xian’s proposal was simple.

He wants to upgrade from a junior college to a bachelor's degree! He wants his college to become a university!
Hiss.

As soon as he expressed this opinion, there was an uproar in the cafeteria.

No one expected Jiang Xian to be so bold as to come up with such a bold suggestion.

But soon, the students' eyes became hot.

Yes, we want to be recognized.

They should be regarded as students from a literary institute rather than from an unknown novel writing class.

"I agree with Comrade Jiang Xian's opinion. The term "novel writing class" is still too informal." Jiang Zilon said.

Chen Shixu nodded, "Even if it can't be called the fifth term of the Literature Institute, it can be called the first term of the Literature Institute in 1980!"

"I also support Comrade Jiang Xian."

The person who was speaking was Tie Ning, whose leg was still in a cast.

(End of this chapter)