Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 244 Scar Literature "Black Soil Love" (3K)

Fangyan felt that his father and mother had doubted the fourth child’s ability for such a long time, and now they must be more eager to see it than he was.

So he handed the manuscript directly to my mother.

When the fourth brother saw this scene, he was stunned at first, and then became expectant.

What he just said was not bragging, he really felt that he could do it.

While writing this afternoon, he entered a state he had never been in before.

For the first time, I felt the phrase "thoughts flow like a spring" embodying myself.

At the beginning, he was the same as usual, with other thoughts running through his mind from time to time.

But thinking that the dialect required him to write six thousand words a day, he had to force himself to calm down and write.

As I was writing, I don’t know why, but all the chaotic thoughts I had before disappeared.

All that remained in my mind were scenes from the novel.

He found that he didn't have to think at all.

The content naturally appeared in my mind.

All he needs to do is write it down on paper.

It was only then that he suddenly realized that writing an article was such a simple thing.

It’s just that I never realized it before, but today I found out that, just like my third brother said, I do have a talent!
He Huiru looked at the manuscript handed to her. She glanced at Fang Yan and then at Fang Chen.

Then he put down his chopsticks, wiped his hands with a towel, and then took it.

Turning to the first page, the work is written at the top: "Black Soil Love".

The old lady paused, then said:
"The title of this book is a bit rustic, and the handwriting is a bit sloppy."

The dialect said:

"Don't worry about the name and the characters. Novels are just stories. Read the stories."

I nodded.

But he did not watch silently. Instead, he looked around at everyone and said:
"Everyone wants to read it, so I'll just read it."

Everyone was stunned, and then immediately agreed to this plan.

He Huiru cleared her throat, then she took the manuscript and read aloud:
"The train clanged along, like fate knocking on the door. I sat by the window, looking at the receding scenery, feeling mixed emotions..."

"This fierce train is taking me to a completely unfamiliar place - Heilongjiang Province. Some of the educated youth traveling with me are talking loudly, with their visions of the future, while others are silent, with confusion in their eyes. I look at the receding scenery outside the window, knowing that my hometown will be far away. I know that the familiar alleys, the bustling streets, and the smiling faces of my relatives will become scenes that can only appear in dreams in the future..."

After reading the first paragraph, my mother's eyes changed. Even my father put down his chopsticks and said in surprise:

"Hmm...it tastes a bit!"

Fang Chen scratched his head a little embarrassedly after being praised by his father.

This is the beginning that my third brother read at noon today. He said it was well written at that time, and now it has been confirmed.

The old lady said, "Don't interrupt!" and then continued to read seriously:
"We sat in a shabby truck, bumping along the way to the village where we were sent to work. The villagers we saw along the way were wearing thick cotton clothes, with dark and rough skin, but their eyes were full of simplicity and enthusiasm. They stood by the roadside, looking at us city kids with simple smiles on their faces."

"The dust raised by the truck danced in the sun, and my mood became more complicated in the flying dust. When the truck finally stopped at the entrance of the village, it was a small village with dozens of households. Smoke rose from the chimneys and dogs barked one after another. I picked up my luggage and headed towards this place that would carry my youth..."

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that at least the beginning seemed okay.

He Huiru continued reading, and the expression on her face gradually changed.

Father Fang Zhenhua looked at Fang Chen again and again. He didn't expect that this kid was really good at writing!

He and his wife He Huiru really misjudged this point, so they insisted on Fangyan.

It seems that Fangyan, as the older brother, understands his brothers better in this regard.

The first story unfolds after I went to the countryside. It is a letter written to my "father" who is also in the Northeast.

Through this letter, "I" describes the social changes during this period.

A strong flavor of scar literature.

My experience is almost a microcosm of most people.

When reading the last article, everyone present had a moved expression on their face.

At this time Fang Chen suddenly called out to me:

"Mom, the story below is not finished, why don't you just stop reading it?"

The old lady paused, then said:

"What's so shameful about this? I've read all this far..."

She felt that Fang Chen's story was written in a way that made her want to read on.

Fang Chen scratched his head in embarrassment and could only let his mother continue reading.

Then the old lady continued reading:

"That day, the sun shone through the mottled leaves onto the ground, forming patches of golden light. I was carrying a bucket on my shoulder and walking towards the village well when I saw from afar a group of educated women hanging clothes in the yard. They chirped like a group of cheerful birds, adding a lot of life to this somewhat dull village."

After reading this, He Huiru's speech slowed down and her expression became strange.

This is the beginning of another story.

And it is obvious that a character is about to appear.

I continued reading:
"At this moment, my eyes were fixed on a figure. She was wearing a washed blue top, with shiny black braids hanging down her back, swaying gently with her movements. She was concentrating on shaking the sheets in her hands. Her serious look made me stunned for a moment. The educated youth next to her called her "Yu'er", and I silently memorized this name in my heart."

"She seemed to sense my gaze and turned her head. The moment our eyes met, my heart felt like it was hit by something. Her eyes were clear and bright, like a spring with stars hidden in them. The shoulder pole of the bucket shook on my shoulder. I quickly steadied myself and pretended to be calm as I continued to walk towards the well. But my heart was beating like a rabbit..."

"Cough cough..." Dad coughed twice, then quickly drank some soup.

Fortunately, Yuqiong was not written.

Fangyan reminded my mother:
“Don’t substitute reality into literary creation.”

Then he said the sentence that often appears in later generations:
“Any similarity is purely coincidental.”

I cleared my throat, adjusted my mindset, and then continued to read the next two paragraphs.

Fang Chen lowered his head in embarrassment. He felt that his parents would be happier if it weren't for the last paragraph, but he had already written this far and there was nothing he could do. What he heard from his third brother just now made sense: "Don't substitute literary creation into reality. Any similarities are purely coincidental."

At this time, the old lady put down the manuscript, then glanced at the fourth brother standing beside her, and asked in disbelief:

"This article...did you write it in an entire afternoon?"

"Yeah." Fang Chen nodded.

The old lady pondered.

"It's written...not badly." Dad Fang Zhenhua was the first to speak up.

First, I gave positive comments on my son's article.

Then Professor Zhu nodded:
"From my perspective as a science student, it's a good story. I definitely can't write an article like that anyway!"

Fu Zhaojun on the side also said:

"If I were a reader, I would really like the story in it."

"It's so well written, it's very immersive."

"I haven't seen this type of writing on the market yet. I think it will be quite popular if I write it."

Zhu Lin also smiled and said to Fang Chen:
"Your brother had great confidence in you at the time, and now it proves that he has a good eye."

When Fang Chen heard this, he looked at his third brother with gratitude.

It was exactly as my sister-in-law said. At that time, only my third brother had confidence in his ability to write novels.

Others think they can’t write well.

Fang Yan looked at his mother He Huiru who did not answer and asked her:
"Mom, now that you've seen it, what do you think?"

Since everyone else gave such high praise, He Huiru also relaxed and said:
"As far as the story is concerned, it's well written."

She still felt somewhat resentful towards this woman, Huang Yuqiong.

Fangyan turned around and said to his brother:

"You heard it, everyone recognizes you, just keep working hard!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Chen bowed to everyone and said:

"thanks, thanks!"

Dad said to him:
"Don't be proud, keep working hard!"

"I'll try my best!" Fang Chen responded with a trembling voice.

At this moment, he seemed to have found the meaning of life again.

Fang Yan took the manuscript back from his mother, handed it back to Fang Chen, and then said to him:
"Okay, put the manuscript away, I'll go to the kitchen and make you some food."

"Okay!" Fang Chen nodded and agreed.

Fangyan prepared to prepare new meals for Lao Si.

"Let me go." Zhu Lin stood up and said.

He Huiru stood up and said:

"You sit down, we'll go."

Her current attitude can be regarded as an acknowledgement of Fang Chen's article.

Seeing this, Fangyan sat down again.

Let the parents go to the kitchen to serve food and rice to the fourth child.

By the time the fourth child came out of the study, his parents had already brought the food.

Such an attitude made him feel the meaning behind the action.

That night, Fang Chen had the best meal he had since he came back.

At this time, he had already come out of the pain of broken heart.

Now there are higher aspirations.

He wanted to write down his story of being an educated youth sent to the countryside to work, and then publish it as soon as possible so that more people would recognize it.

……

Facts have proved that once a man starts to be ambitious, he will detach from those vulgar interests.

After dinner that evening, even though Fang Chen had already written 8,000 words, exceeding the target, he immediately returned to his study, turned on the desk lamp and continued writing.

Fangyan never thought that his boasting would have such a strong effect.

The fourth brother was like a chicken with its blood pumped up.

According to his writing speed, the novel should be completed before the end of the month.

Seeing his condition, Fangyan was a little worried about his health.

I discussed this with my mother and asked her to go home and make some healthy porridge for the fourth child tomorrow. Don't forget about this.

While Fang Chen continued to write furiously, Fang Yan and the others continued to think about whether there was anyone else who had not been included in the invitation.

Finally, he went through the people he knew and added a few more in Fangyan, such as his childhood friend, Director Luo from Tongrentang, and some neighbors in Dazhalan who had explicitly requested that he invite them to his wedding.

After writing all this, I will prepare to dye some red peanuts tomorrow, and then I can send out the invitations.

Fangyan could already imagine how lively this yard would be with so many people on the wedding day next month.

As for the tables and chairs needed for the banquet, there are indeed not that many at home, but Union Hospital is close, and the large round table and chairs in the staff cafeteria can be borrowed by asking the dean, so there is no need to worry.

In addition, Fangyan was still thinking about whether he should renovate the unused back house in the front yard.

I have always said that I would use it as a laboratory, but it still hasn’t been used yet.

On the contrary, the demand for rooms at home is increasing, and it feels a pity to leave that place empty.

After the renovation, it can be used as at least three rooms, enough to accommodate many guests.

(End of this chapter)