Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

The next day, November 11, the closing ceremony of the National Congress of Writers was held in the afternoon.

Lin Zhengjun changed into clean clothes and dressed up energetically to attend the meeting.

In their speeches, the senior leaders expressed earnest advice and high hopes, hoping that literature would play a pioneering role in emancipating the mind and promoting reform.

Then, the meeting ended successfully.

Everyone took a group photo standing on the steps below the Great Hall.

Various national associations, provincial federations of literary and art circles and associations took another group photo.

Then there were various group photos.

Lin Zhengjun would not miss this opportunity. When he became a famous entrepreneur, he could hang it in his office to show off.

He first pulled Ba Jin together.

Ba Jin said: "Comrade Zhengjun can be bolder in his creations in the future. If others don't dare to publish, we at Harvest will dare to publish!"

"I will definitely write it!" Lin Zhengjun laughed foolishly.

He didn't have a deep enough understanding of literary history and didn't know how much weight Ba Jin's words carried.

Historically, "Harvest" is the most exploratory literary journal, and has published many works that other magazines dare not publish.

In the mid-80s, avant-garde novels were regarded as representatives of bourgeois liberalization and were wildly criticized by the ideological and theoretical circles. No magazine dared to publish them.

However, in 87, Harvest published four special issues on avant-garde literature, forming a literary trend that swept across the country.

As the founder of Harvest, Ba Lao is highly respected and holds a very high position. No one in the relevant departments dares to confront him and they can only turn a blind eye.

For example, Yu Hua's "To Live" and "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" (not avant-garde, just very explicit) were only published by "Harvest", and they were published in full without any deletions or modifications.

He took another photo with Cao Yu, who said cheerfully, "Zhengjun, when will you write a script for our People's Art Theatre? We are also short of scripts!"

"Haha, I will definitely write it when I have time." Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

Afterwards, he was pulled over by young writers such as Liu Xinwu and Wang Meng to take photos with them.

In the evening, a dinner was held in the banquet hall of the Grand Hall.

What was different from the opening dinner was that there were no high-ranking leaders attending this time. It was all people from the arts and cultural circles, so the atmosphere was very relaxed.

After everyone had a few drinks, the atmosphere became more relaxed and casual.

Liu Xinwu was a heavy drinker - later he and Wang Xiaobo became drinking buddies - and he started a drinking contest with several writers from Inner Mongolia. As a result, he was defeated on the spot and vomited all over the floor in a live broadcast.

After three rounds of drinks, crying sounds began to be heard at the table.

Lin Zhengjun took a look and saw that it was Teacher Sun Yumin.

I don’t know if it was because she was thinking about the torture she had endured during those ten years, or because she missed the deceased opera masters, or because she saw that many artists were getting old and she didn’t know if she would ever see them again in the future, but in any case, she was touched by something.

The National Congress of Writers and Artists is about to end, and some delegations have bought tickets for the late night train in order to catch it.

As the departure was imminent, Sun Yumin's crying seemed to open the floodgates of tears in everyone's hearts, and several representatives with low tear points started crying immediately afterwards.

Lin Zhengjun also felt a little uncomfortable.

In his previous life, he was a businessman, cold, worldly and utilitarian. Although he had invested in the film and television industry, he only regarded artists as tools to make money.

I am involved in literature in this life just to advertise my products, it was an accident!

Whenever he came to attend a meeting, he was always late, and all he was thinking about was how to deal with Zhu Yongcheng, how to make more money, and how to show off in front of others so that the Zhou family would look at him with admiration.

Attending the meeting is just a side job.

But gradually, he was inspired by the artists and even started writing his own works.

Writing not only helped his business expansion, but also brought him spiritual satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment.

He met many lovely artists, gained a deeper understanding of the chaotic times in the past, and understood the inevitability of reform and opening up...

Afterwards, some veteran artists began to leave, unable to bear the sadness and noise.

On the way back to Jingxi Hotel, Lin Zhengjun sat on the bus without saying a word. The sadness of separation gradually emerged in his heart. Everyone was depressed and not very happy.

Return to Jingxi Hotel.

After a while, the representatives of the Shaanxi delegation packed their luggage, went downstairs, and got on the bus dispatched from the city bus company to leave for the train station.

Lin Zhengjun, Liu Xinwu and Wang Meng went downstairs together to see him off.

He helped Lu Yao carry his luggage and reminded him again to take care of his health.

Lu Yao patted Lin Zhengjun on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are talented. Write well and don't waste your talent. Submit your work to our Yanhe magazine later! Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead. Everyone in the world knows you!"

"Well, I will."

Lin Zhengjun watched him turn around and get into the car.

The bus started moving slowly.

Lin Zhengjun's melancholy disappeared because of Lu Yao's words, and instead he was filled with infinite yearning for future life.

The bus disappeared from sight. Lin Zhengjun couldn't help but look up at the sky. It was mid-autumn, the night breeze was cool, and a bright moon rose.

……

The next day, Jingxi Hotel.

Representatives from Central Plains Province also returned.

The representatives from Yanjing also went back to their homes and visited their mothers. The bustling hotel suddenly became deserted because of the sudden disappearance of more than 300 guests.

Lin Zhengjun did not return with the group.

Because he still had some trivial matters to take care of, such as participating in the casting of "Under the Hawthorn Tree".

Lin Zhengjun first went to the Beijing Film Studio Guesthouse to find Tang Xiaofu.

When passing by room 303.

Zhou Yangguang, Liang Xiaosheng, and Ge You were seen slumped in their chairs, listening in ecstasy: "Beautiful flowers don't always bloom, beautiful scenery doesn't always last..."

Teresa Teng's music was introduced to the mainland in the late 70s, but was not distributed through formal channels.

Most of it was smuggled in from the South.

At that time, the editorial department of People's Music published a book called "How to Identify Pornographic Songs". The TV station also criticized "When Will You Come Back" by name as a typical pornographic song in the old society where dancers persuaded guests to drink. It was a spiritual corruption and decadent music that greatly poisoned the masses...

For quite a long time, Teresa Teng's songs were underground music, which was even more unacceptable than the underground rock music of later generations, and people could only listen to them secretly.

But this thing is scarce, and only a few people can get the original tape.

Everyone loved listening to it, so they used a tape recorder to copy it from blank tapes. There was no cover and no lyrics. People listened to a sentence, took notes, and copied it back and forth.

The sound is crackling, I don't know how many times it has been copied.

But these three guys were so engrossed and enjoying what they heard that they thought it was just flying leaves!

Zhou Yangguang received the huge sum of 600 yuan and spent it immediately. He bought a tape recorder. Ge You got some tapes, and the three brothers enjoyed it together.

The family had not yet found a place to live and it was too crowded, so Zhou Yangguang did not leave even after he finished writing the script.

He stayed in the guesthouse of the Beijing Film Studio and wrote novels in the same dormitory with Liang Xiaosheng. A photographer in the same dormitory went to shoot a movie in another place, so there was an empty bed.

Liang Xiaosheng was also very happy.

Zhou Yangguang has made no achievements in traditional literature, but he has a lot of experience in pornography, violence and terror, and can provide him with guidance.

"You are so bold that you dare to engage in bourgeois sentiments and listen to pornographic songs. Aren't you afraid of being shot?" Lin Zhengjun shouted.

"Criticize! We are criticizing the monster that is poisoning our country's youth!"

Ge You woke up as if from a dream and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Liang Xiaosheng obediently lowered his voice.

"We're going to cast today, right?" Zhou Yangguang asked.

"That's right!"

Zhou Yangguang lowered his voice and said, "Liu Xiaoqing just asked me to ask you, what does the heroine have to be like to pass the test? She wants you and Xiaofu to look after her."