After arriving in Huangdao for seven days, under the intensive supervision of Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening every day, the writers' new works were released one after another.
The works written in such a short period of time are naturally short stories. Among them, the short story "Migration" written by Wang Zengqi has been the most acclaimed since its publication.
The novel is about the characters in Wang Zengqi's hometown. Wang Zengqi has always written generously about his hometown in his novels and essays. Moreover, because of his long-term, meticulous observation and strong nostalgia, the hometown in his works always makes people feel warm.
And fresh and unforgettable.
After finishing the novel, everyone finally got rid of their shackles and could break out of the prison of the hotel and rush to the coast.
Huangdao's tourism resources have not yet been developed, and there are few human footprints. There are only claw marks of waterbirds and various shell creatures on the beach. The fine yellow sand feels very good, and it is more comfortable to walk on it without taking off your shoes.
After holding it in for almost a week, two people even put on their swimsuits and ran into the sea to swim. After swimming for tens of meters, no one was seen. Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening were so frightened that they shouted loudly, and it took a few seconds for them to show their heads.
"It's true! People in their forties or fifties look like they are leading elementary school students when they come out.
We shouldn't let them go out and just keep them in the hotel to write."
Zhang Dening's complaint made Lin Chaoyang on the side couldn't help but shudder. These editors are so dark-hearted!
After complaining, Zhang Dening looked at him again, "Have you started writing your novel?"
"I haven't thought about it yet."
In the past few days, Lin Chaoyang had used this reason to prevaricate her and Fu Yonglin countless times. He said it too often and seemed very insincere.
Zhang Dening muttered: "Just pretend, I don't know you yet?"
Lin Chaoyang didn't give her a chance to express herself and changed the topic, "Everyone has almost finished writing their novels. When are we going back?"
"With the jade book here, will you still miss home?" Zhang Dening joked.
"Isn't this for the sake of the editorial department? There are so many people feeding each other, and it costs a lot of money a day."
"Consider everything except novels, right?" Zhang Dening said sarcastically.
"Let me tell you about business, why do you keep getting off topic!"
Zhang Dening said: "I'll leave tomorrow and go to Jinan first. After being imprisoned on the island for so many days, I have to let everyone relax."
"My conscience is still intact."
Lin Chaoyang commented, causing Zhang Dening to glare.
In the evening, everyone was inevitably regretful when they learned the news that they were leaving tomorrow. After being on the island for a week, I finally finished writing the manuscript and wanted to relax, but it turned out that I had to leave the next day.
Everyone couldn't help but complain a few more times. Zhang Dening caught Li Tuo and said, "It doesn't matter if others say this. What qualifications do you have to say this?"
The reason why Lin Chaoyang came to the island and didn't write anything was because "The Master of Chess" had just been published in "Yanjing Literature", but Li Tuo really had no results.
In the past two years, his focus has been on studying film theory and writing film reviews, and he has been far behind his peers in terms of novel creation.
At this pen meeting, he had no inspiration and could not write anything.
Unlike Chen Jiangong, he couldn't write anything. When faced with the editor's urging, he felt a little guilty and said confidently: "Why am I not qualified to say this? Others wrote, and I also wrote, but I didn't write it out."
Zhang Dening was immediately speechless, "You are really good at it!"
"You're welcome!"
Li Tuotian smiled shamelessly, causing everyone to laugh.
Early the next morning, everyone was preparing to set off. Fu Yonglin heard that Du Pengcheng was recuperating in Qingdao and revising his novel "The Peaceful Years". He temporarily changed his itinerary. After leaving Huangdao, he came to QD city and led the writers to visit this literary figure.
senior.
When it comes to Du Pengcheng's name, most people are not familiar with it, but when it comes to his masterpiece "Defending Yan'an", many people should have an impression.
"Defending Yan'an" is the first novel to describe the Liberation War in a large-scale and positive manner in the history of contemporary Chinese literature. It was later selected into the "Collection of 70 Novels in the 70 Years of New China".
Most of Du Pengcheng's novels are about major historical themes, and because of the creative content and style of the main theme, he enjoys a high status and evaluation in the official value system.
Lin Chaoyang followed the crowd to Du Pengcheng's residence. The old comrade was very enthusiastic about everyone's arrival. When he saw Lin Chaoyang when greeting him, he praised with a smile on his face: "I was reading your new novel yesterday, so
"The Master of Chess" is really well written, with attitude and character!"
Originally, Lin Chaoyang was not very interested in official itineraries such as visiting old writers. After all, they had never met each other.
But now Lin Chaoyang feels that this trip is still very meaningful because he can listen to the teachings and guidance of senior writers.
Du Pengcheng's compliment was not a polite word. After saying hello, he took Lin Chaoyang and talked about the novel "The Master of Chess".
"Jiang Nansheng is a very interesting character. I can tell from reading the novel that you have put a lot of thought into this character, and judging from the results, the character is also very full.
From the indifference to worldly affairs in the early stage, to the angry outburst in the middle stage, to the self-sacrifice for justice in the later stage, the writing is smooth, natural, and done in one go.
Emotionally, it progresses layer by layer until it explodes at the end, making people excited and moved after reading it, but also full of pleasure.
People in our literary circles have written a lot on the subject of the Anti-Japanese War over the years, but your novel started with the game of Go, which brought out new ideas and a level of writing. How did you think of writing such a novel at the time?"
When Du Pengcheng asked about the origin of writing the novel, Lin Chaoyang couldn't explain it too straightforwardly. He originally wanted to use the Spring and Autumn style of writing to explain it in one stroke, but Tao Yushu instead talked about what happened at Yanying Factory.
She has always been resentful about Yan Film Factory's practices. Today, someone finally asked her about it, so she told her everything without any scruples.
In fact, this matter is not a secret. It has long been spread in the Yanjing literary circle, but writers from other places do not know about it.
Listening to Tao Yushu telling the whole story, Du Pengcheng pondered for a while and said, "Comrade Chaoyang is determined!"
"The current Sino-Japanese friendship is a trend and a country's foreign policy. This cannot be denied.
But this does not mean that we should forget the past and forgive the numerous crimes of those invaders.
After your book "Chess Master" is published, it will definitely be criticized by some people. However, I think that such a novel, which is based on history and national suffering, will definitely be welcomed by the majority of readers."
With Du Pengcheng's eyesight and knowledge, he can naturally see the possible reactions after the publication of "The Master of Chess". He has always written works with main themes, and has a natural affinity for such works, and he also gives a high praise to "The Master of Chess".
evaluation.
Several writers came to visit him today. After chatting for a while about "The Master of Chess", Du Pengcheng changed the topic to other people. After all, he could not ignore the guests.
After communicating with everyone, Du Pengcheng said happily: "Okay, your works have all won the National Outstanding Short Story Award, and I have read almost all of them. There have been so many newcomers in the literary world in recent years.
It has been rare since liberation. There are talented people from generation to generation. This kind of literary world is a vast world, and you can do a lot!"
After the exchange, everyone got on the train and traveled all the way to Jinan.
There were no high-rise buildings, no neon lights, uniform Chinese tunic suits, and bicycles all over the streets. Jinan in the early 1980s was like most cities today.
Perhaps it was Huangdao's week-long black-hearted oppression that made Fu Yong and Lin Liangliang discover that after arriving in Jinan, he actually had the heart to lead people around the city. Unfortunately, the JN city at this time was really lackluster.
When it was time to eat, everyone was lazily looking for a restaurant where they could dine. At this time, private restaurants had just appeared, and their appearance looked as thieves as thieves.
After searching for a long time, everyone finally casually entered a small restaurant with a canteen sign, rows of tables, and a slightly greasy surface.
A middle-aged woman was sitting in the restaurant, eating near the door. She held a white coarse-glazed porcelain bowl in her left hand. In the bowl was rice, which was a purple color and looked like it had been seasoned with soy sauce.
There was no food on the table, so she just shoveled the rice into her mouth and chewed it with big mouthfuls.
It's a simple meal, but it makes people's appetites whet their appetites and makes them feel sour at the same time.
Lin Chaoyang was sighing in his heart, but Cheng Zhongshi was feeling even more sentimental than him.
"When I was in middle school, I had to carry cornmeal buns to a suburban middle school thirty miles away every week to study. Sometimes I didn't bring enough food to last until Saturday, and sometimes the buns went bad because of the hot weather.
Just give me two cents a week for emergencies.
At that time, what I looked forward to most was that school would be over on Friday afternoon. I would finish all the food I brought and still have two cents left in my pocket.
I made an appointment with my classmates and walked into a cafeteria. We each spent 10 cents to buy four taels of rice.
The raw rice is fragrant and fragrant, and is much more delicious than the cold and hard cornmeal buns.
My classmate picked up the soy sauce bottle from the cafeteria and poured it into a bowl. He also told me that soy sauce was free and it was very fragrant.
I also poured soy sauce into the bowl and stirred it up. It tasted really delicious, the kind of fragrance I have never tasted before, so happy!"
Cheng Zhongshi's simple description moved everyone's heart. After he finished speaking, he ordered a bowl of rice. Inspired by him, everyone only ordered a bowl of rice, wanting to try the delicious soy sauce bibimbap.
Lin Chaoyang could only shake his head at the impracticality of this group of people and ordered a fried double crisp for himself and Tao Yushu.
The other people's rice was served first. According to Cheng Zhongshi's instructions, everyone poured the soy sauce into the bowl, stirred it evenly, and put it into their mouths with anticipation, and then there was a long silence.
Everyone ate in silence, watching Lin Chaoyang order the fried double crispy fried rice on the table. He, Tao Yushu and his wife took one bite of the rice and one bite of the dish, and it was so delicious!
"Do you want to give them some points?" Tao Yushu whispered to Lin Chaoyang.
"No, if they want to eat, they will order it. If they don't order, it means they still like to eat. Look at how delicious they are!"
Lin Chaoyang's tone was full of schadenfreude and ridicule, which made everyone secretly hate him.
Cheng Zhongshi’s nostalgia for soy sauce bibimbap is like the legend that Zhu Yuanzhang missed the Pearl Jade White Jade Soup after he ascended the throne. What they missed was not that bowl of rice, but their lost youth.
Others followed suit, wanting to experience the delicacies remembered by simple youths, which was entirely born out of the romantic complex of literati.
But after all, memories and romance cannot support reality. It’s not that soy sauce bibimbap is really unpalatable. After all, everyone has come from hard times and survived the days without food. It’s just the difference between ideal and reality.
The gap between them was so big that everyone was caught off guard.
Everyone ate the soy sauce bibimbap without saying a word, but Lin Chaoyang did not forget to use the spirit of hindsight.
"If you want soy sauce bibimbap to be delicious, you have to boil some meat oil and pour it in to make it fragrant. This is not the right way to eat it."
"Then next time you do it for us."
Li Tuo threw the blame on Lin Chaoyang. His words won unanimous approval from everyone and did not give Lin Chaoyang a chance to object. The united effort made Lin Chaoyang owe everyone a meal.
After staying in Jinan for two days, everyone moved to Tai'an and Qufu. The first week was spent writing, and the last week was sightseeing. Finally, "Yanjing Literature" regained some of its reputation.
The PEN meeting lasted for half a month and finally ended. Before boarding the train, Tao Yushu bought two magazines at the newsstand at the train station for entertainment.
When they got on the train, everyone was chatting and laughing, but Tao Yushu pointed to the magazine in his hand and said to Lin Chaoyang: "Chaoyang, look!"
Chapter completed!