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

Chapter 16 People's Daily Report
That's it!

Xu Yuexin immediately picked up the pen and looked up at Chen Yixue: "Do you have any paper?"

"Yes, did you get any inspiration?"

Chen Yixue didn't expect Xu Yuexin to come up with an idea so quickly. She immediately took out her notebook from her bag and handed it to Xu Yuexin with both hands.

Xu Yuexin opened his notebook and wrote down the lyrics that he had hummed countless times.

"Our hometown,

In the field of hope.

Cooking smoke wafts over the newly built houses,
The river flows beside the beautiful village.
One field of winter wheat and one field of sorghum."

……

Every line of lyrics with beautiful artistic conception comes out like flowing water from Xu Yuexin's pen.

The faint scent of tea in the air and the lingering drunkenness from drinking mixed together. When Xu Yuexin waved his pen, his whole body was filled with a hearty pleasure.

Chen Qiaoqiao and Chen Yixiu saw the carefree and unrestrained look on Xu Yuexin's face, and they turned their heads to the side one after another, wanting to see clearly what kind of lyrics he had written.

Seeing this, Chen Yixiu couldn't help but recite along.

"Our future,

on the field of hope,
People live under the bright sunshine..."

The beautiful and rhythmic lyrics are so catchy that as Chen Yixiu opened and closed her red lips, warm and beautiful pastoral scenes emerged in her mind.

In the harvest fields, bags of grain are piled up into small hills, farmers are harvesting diligently with joy, and children are laughing and playing on the ridges of the fields.

The aroma of rice filled the whole village amid the smoke from cooking. The old people gathered at the entrance of the village, praying for another good harvest in the future...

The lyrics are well written, it's great.

Simple and artistic conception, it describes the increasingly prosperous countryside and perfectly presents the rural landscape of the new era.

Rich, prosperous, newly built housing...

These words all echo the current top leadership's guidelines for rural work. What could be more suitable as tribute lyrics?

Chen Yixiu was immersed in the ocean of art, her eyes following Xu Yuexin's brushstrokes, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

Until Xu Yuexin put down his pen and announced in a relaxed tone that the work was done: "It's done, take a look."

As he spoke, he pushed the notebook in front of Chen Yixiu.

"I just read it. It's very well written."

Chen Yixue's eyes were filled with abundant emotions, as if they were about to burst out at any time. "It's rare to see such good lyrics."

"In ancient times, Li Bai wrote poems when he was drunk, and now Xin Ge writes chapters after drinking."

Chen Qiaoqiao was once again proud of her boyfriend's excellent performance. She nudged her sister with her elbow and said, "I was right when I said he was amazingly talented."

"I'm not drunk."

Xu Yuexin promptly defended himself, "It's just a little wine."

"You are right. The beautiful mood and hopeful atmosphere created by Yue Xin in the lyrics are unforgettable to me."

“This lyric is a perfect tribute, a pinnacle of intention and rhythm.”

Chen Yixue praised generously, "Thank you, I am impressed by your talent."

The lyrics were written in one go, and every word was flawless. Xu Yuexin's performance exceeded Chen Yixiu's expectations.

Chen Yixiu's usually cold face was now filled with admiration for Xu Yuexin.

"I'll compose another song for you."

Helping others to the end, Xu Yuexin hummed the melody in his memory.

Chen Yixiu immediately took out another pen and quickly recorded the timbre of the tune in her notebook, occasionally expressing her admiration.

It’s a classic song, how can we not applaud it?

When the song ended, it was already getting dark.

With Chen Yixue's sincere gratitude, Xu Yuexin sent her and Chen Qiaoqiao on their journey home.

After returning home, Chen Yixiu did not even take a rest. She took out a notebook from her bag and organized the lyrics and music provided by Xu Yuexin.

After finishing transcribing, Chen Yixiu began to sing a cappella, her beautiful voice passing through the door and into the living room.

"You came up with the song so quickly? You said this morning that you had no lyrics."

Zhou Zhifeng stepped on the sewing machine and said in disbelief, "Xiaoxue is really capable."

"Brother Xin wrote it for my sister."

Chen Qiaoqiao held the People's Literature in her hand and corrected him without raising her eyelids, "It's very well written, and the words are so powerful that they can shake the wind and rain."

"Stop bragging. Novels and music have nothing in common."

Zhou Zhifeng still didn't believe it. She had never heard of anyone who could write good novels and also write lyrics.

At this time, hearing the singing in the room, Chen Yixiu went out to drink water.

"It was written by Yue Xin. He is indeed full of talent."

Chen Yixue heard the entire argument in the room and stepped forward to defend Xu Yuexin, saying, "You don't have to deliberately belittle him. I think it's good for Qiaoqiao to be with him."

Zhou Zhifeng was completely speechless.

In the early years, when Zhou Zhifeng was working in the countryside, she could not earn many work points a day if she did not farm well. It was because Chen Yixiu remitted her salary that she could have steamed buns and rice every day instead of going hungry.

Therefore, she was the only one in the family who was in awe of Chen Yixue. As long as Chen Yixue spoke, she could only keep it to herself no matter how much she disobeyed. …

A few days later, Zhou Zhifeng met Wu Yan again while buying groceries.

Normally, Zhou Zhifeng would go shopping with Wu Yan. But now she felt uncomfortable when she thought of Xu Yuexin, so she forced a smile and greeted Wu Yan, then found an excuse to leave.

Wu Yan didn't think it was strange. She had an open-minded personality and seldom worried about trivial matters.

If we don't want to buy groceries together, then we don't have to. Is it possible that without her, the price of vegetables will be two cents higher?

Wu Yan quickly bought the groceries and rode her bike back to her doorstep, where she saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses wandering around the wall.

Out of the unique vigilance of a Beijing aunt of this age, Wu Yan immediately pushed her bicycle forward and asked, "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

In the past two years, more and more educated youth have returned to the city, and many of them cannot find jobs, which has led to a deterioration in public security. As a resident, she has to be careful and maintain safety and order in her residence on her own initiative.

"I want to find a writer named Xu Yuexin to discuss his work with him. This is the address he gave me."

After Wang Chaoyin finished speaking, he took out a note with an address on it and handed it to Wu Yan.

This... turns out to be a search for one's own son.

Wu Yan took the note and suddenly realized something: "Oh... you are his reader and want to visit him, right?"

Wang Chaoyin was stunned, then he reacted and laughed: "You guessed it right, I am Comrade Xu Yuexin's reader, and I want to talk to him."

"The gatekeeper wouldn't let me in."

Who says he is not a reader of "The Wreath under the Mountain"? As the first person to see this work, Wang Chaoyin read it repeatedly afterwards, wishing to engrave every word in his mind.

"Okay, I'll take you up there, but I can't guarantee he'll have the time."

When Wu Yan thought about how difficult it was for the readers to come here from far away, she couldn't help but feel warm and agreed readily.

With Wu Yan leading the way, the gatekeeper did not stop Wang Chaoyin this time.

"Yuexin, your readers are here to see you."

After going upstairs, Wu Yan opened the door and shouted inside.

Readers come to see themselves?
When Xu Yuexin heard his mother's cry, he was confused for a moment.

The leakage of personal information these days should not be as serious as in later generations...

I haven't even exchanged letters with the readers yet, so how did they get the address?
Xu Yuexin walked out of the bedroom with doubts, and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he saw the person coming.

"Mom, I'm not a reader. I'm the editor."

Xu Yuexin corrected with a wry smile, and stepped forward to greet Wang Chaoyin, "Don't be offended, Team Leader Wang, my mother may not have understood."

"No, I told her myself."

Wang Chaoyin and Xu Yuexin walked to the table and sat down together and said, "I have read "High Mountain" so many times, so what else can I be if I am not your reader?"

"Oh... So you are the editor."

"You are welcome to visit our home and guide us to make progress."

Wu Yan understood the truth and said politely while pouring tea.

"No, no, your child is a gifted writer. I am not qualified to be a mentor."

Wang Chaoyin took the teacup with both hands, thanked him and said, "Today I want to talk to him about some important matters related to his work."

Wu Yan turned around and took out some snacks from the biscuit barrel, then put them on the table: "Then you guys can chat slowly, I have to go to work."

"Remember to get more snacks if there aren't enough."

"That's enough, thank you for your hospitality."

Wang Chaoyin looked at the snacks piled up on the table and thought that this aunt was really hospitable.

After Wu Yan left, Wang Chaoyin turned to Xu Yuexin and explained the purpose of his visit.

"Yue Xin, I'm here to talk to you on behalf of the magazine and the Municipal Writers Association."

"Your work is very successful. In a short period of time, The Garland Under the Mountain has become a popular novel across the country."

"The higher authorities have paid close attention to this matter, and the leaders have spoken highly of you in front of me."

"The Writers Association has contacted a reporter from the People's Daily on our behalf, hoping to interview you on the issue of your writing style."

"Didn't you tell Jian Gong that you didn't like the symposium? He told me last night. After comprehensive consideration, the magazine decided to use this novel form of interview to promote you and your work, thus bringing a new trend to the literary and art circles."

"can you accept?"

The decision-making speed of the higher-ups is really fast. Chen Jiangong told me a few days ago that the higher-ups were paying attention to my work and he was going to speak out when the time came, and today Wang Chaoyin came over.

As he said, interviews are indeed a very new way to promote works these days.

However, it could be updated a bit.

"Thank you, Team Leader Wang, and the club for taking my opinions into consideration and fully accommodating my thoughts and feelings."

"You're right. Interviews as a way to promote works are very novel at the moment."

"And in my opinion, we have newer options."

After some consideration, Xu Yuexin spoke slowly.

"Oh? Please speak."

Wang Chaoyin said with great interest.

(End of this chapter)