1979: Literary Master, Starting from the Return of Educated Youth

Chapter 10: Attention from Literary Leaders

After peeling the edamame, Chen Qiaoqiao made sure her sister was not playing the piano, knocked on the bedroom door and entered her room.

By the bedroom window, a woman about twenty-four or twenty-five, wearing a sky blue silk dress, with flawless facial features and skin as white as cream, had just finished playing and was sitting at the table, stretching her sore slender fingers.

Her 1-meter-tall figure, her sculptured face, and her long black hair tied into an elegant bun give her a beauty that no one can approach.

On the table, in addition to the accordion, there are several jade hairpins of different styles, with a clear and cool color.

"Sister, thanks for helping me out just now."

Chen Qiaoqiao came over attentively and helped Chen Yixue put away the hairpins on the table. "You look really good in this outfit."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Anyway, you definitely didn't come here just to praise me."

Chen Yixiu stretched out her slender hands and said without raising her head.

Chen Qiaoqiao gave an embarrassed smile, opened the drawer, put the jade hairpin into the jewelry box, and lay on the table to get closer to her sister.

"You must have heard everything. Am I not dating someone? Our mother is prejudiced against the man and doesn't think highly of the two of us."

"I would like to ask you to help our mother put aside her prejudice."

"She listens to you at home, and your words will definitely work."

Chen Qiaoqiao said hopefully, blinking her bright eyes with a pleading look.

Chen Yixiu was totally indifferent.

"What does this have to do with me? I don't even have a relationship, so why would I care about you?"

She closed her eyes and said with her red lips slightly opened, "Your boyfriend is really capable. He can marry you home even if mom doesn't agree."

"If you don't have the ability, you will suffer if you marry her, and end up being laughed at."

As the leading actress of the art troupe, Chen Yixiu has witnessed the marriages of many members of the troupe over the years.

Some of these young and beautiful girls choose to marry for love and follow poor boys with no money, while others choose to marry upwards and marry the children of high-ranking officials.

From what she had seen, many of those who had been with poor boys lost their passion after marriage and divorced because they could not stand the hardship of life. Others were afraid of other people's eyes and dared not divorce, but gritted their teeth and persevered. Many beautiful girls were turned into yellow-faced women by the hardship of life.

Those who married the children of high-ranking officials also had a bad fate. The fathers of some of the men's families lost power in the tide of the times in the past two years, and their family conditions plummeted, resulting in conflicts and divorces between the couples.

Many women whose fathers are still in high positions have their husbands develop bad habits, such as gambling or even promiscuous behavior, forcing them to stay alone in their empty houses, and go from being cheerful and sunny girls to being resentful women.

In view of this, Chen Yixue embarked on a path of not dating or getting married, and she was still without a relationship until she was 24 years old.

Since she herself is not married, Chen Yixiu is too lazy to ask about her sister's marriage and love life. Let her do whatever she wants.

"sister……"

Although Chen Qiaoqiao was disappointed, she did not give up. "My boyfriend is really talented. He is amazing. You will know when you meet him."

"If I don't end up with him, I will feel bad for the rest of my life."

"And just for his talent, you should help us speak up and convince our mother."

Talent? Stunning?
When Chen Yixiu heard this, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up: She works in the best art troupe in the country, what kind of talented people has she not seen?

A poet who has published her works many times in Poetry Magazine and is known for her lyricist's ability to shock the gods and ghosts, she does not think that her sister's partner can really reach a level that is enough to amaze her.

"Talented or not, it only counts when you see it in person."

"I'm busy now, we can talk later."

"Remember to close the door."

After saying that, Chen Yixiu opened the drawer, took out a performance schedule and began to read it carefully.

Chen Qiaoqiao had no choice but to stand up in disappointment and drag her feet out. When she reached the door, she reminded him, "We agreed that I'll take you to see him sometime."

"If you think he is talented, remember to help convince our mother."

"Uh-huh."

Chen Yixiu agreed perfunctorily, not thinking that such a possibility existed at all.

Sitting at the table on the windowsill, Chen Yixiu read the performance schedule intently, taking notes from time to time, and planning her training work in the future accordingly.

Among all the performances, the most important one is the July 30st tribute performance. This has been the highlight in previous years, not to mention that this year is the th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

When Chen Yixiu thought of this performance, she couldn't help but frown, and worry appeared on her beautiful face.

According to the requirements of the superiors, this year's performance must be innovative. As the lead singer, Chen Yixue must come up with a new song. To this end, she started composing the music half a year ago.

Over the years, Chen Yixiu has been writing her own lyrics, and the results have been pretty good.

But this time, she felt like she had run out of ideas and words. After racking her brains for several months, she still couldn't come up with a satisfactory work.

The lyricists in the group who prided themselves on being talented sent her many lyrics to show their courtesy, but Chen Yixiu looked down on them and always felt that they were far from the ideal lyrics in her mind.

The lyrics problem troubled Chen Yixue for a long time. As the lead singer of the art troupe who is meticulous about her artistic career, she wanted to produce the most perfect work at this rare time of the 30th anniversary.

At this moment, inside the faculty and staff family building of Qinghua University.

Xu Yuexin was having dinner with his father Xu Qiang, mother Wu Yan, and sister. The whole family was enthusiastically discussing the publication of his novel.

Xu Yuexin's father, Xu Qiang, was a science teacher at Tsinghua University. He was promoted to full professor in the 50s. Later, he was demoted to lecturer for publishing an article pointing out that it was impossible to achieve a grain yield of kilograms per mu. He was then sent to labor camp and did not return until last year.

After resuming work, Xu Qiang's title is still lecturer, which means that the problem has been half solved, and the other half is a historical problem that needs to be solved.

After dinner, Xu Yuexin hummed a familiar song.

"Our hometown,

In the fields of hope..."

"It sounds good. Where did you learn this song from?"

At this time, Xu Qiang put down his chopsticks and said with interest.

"I just thought about it on my own."

Xu Yuexin stopped humming and answered his father.

"Very good. During my time in the countryside, I have become a versatile person. I can write novels and songs."

"If you can achieve something, I, as a father, won't have to worry anymore."

Xu Qiang looked pleased and proud of his son and asked, "By the way, when will the novel be published?"

“It will probably be published in the next issue.”

Xu Yuexin also said with anticipation.

At this moment, the editorial department of People's Literature was brightly lit.

The deadline for reviewing the manuscripts for the May issue is approaching, and the editors are working overtime to review the manuscripts to ensure that they can be published on schedule.

Under the warm small desk lamp, team leader Wang Chaoyin was writing furiously, composing an editor's commentary for Xu Yuexin's article "Wreaths under the Mountains".

“This is a brilliant novel. The author shows us the most sacred, noble and beautiful side of human nature, which is as bright and dazzling as the sunshine in May.”

"At the same time, the author's refusal to avoid darkness is even more remarkable. It should be noted that when all kinds of insidious darkness are exposed to the sun, it will not make the sun lose its luster. On the contrary, it will only make the darkness nowhere to hide and be completely eliminated!"

"Long live the people, long live the motherland, long live the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the people and the motherland on the front lines!"

As Wang Chaoyin wrote, thousands of words of comments came to life on the paper.

After ending the poem with three "Long live" in a row, Wang Chaoyin put down his Hero brand pen comfortably. He felt that all the burdens in his heart had disappeared and he felt extremely happy.

What kind of novel there is, what kind of editor's comments there are.

After Wang Chaoyin received Xu Yuexin's contribution to the article "The Wreath under the Mountain", he could not put it down and read it several times in a row.

Inspired by the novel's wonderful plot and the noble heroism it embodies, Wang Chaoyin experienced for the first time in his life what it meant to be indifferent to the taste of meat in March.

The novel fully aroused his inner feelings, and a series of characters including Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai, Xiao Beijing, etc. left a deep impression on him.

"Chao Yin, we agreed to drink beer together tonight, why are you nowhere to be seen?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Wang Chaoyin turned around, his face still showing the excitement after reading the article "High Mountains".

"I received an excellent manuscript and was busy writing the editor's comments. I'm sorry to miss the appointment."

Wang Chaoyin's eyes were burning and his tone was excited, "If you are not busy, wait a moment. I will go over the comments. If there is no problem, we can go for a drink."

"Oh, what kind of article is this that can make the beer king of people's literature so busy that he forgets to drink."

Wang Meng was delighted when he heard this. He walked forward and looked at the table, reciting Xu Yuexin's manuscript, "Hmm? "The Wreath Under the Mountain"? "

(End of this chapter)