Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

"Very deep, very scarred,"

Zhang Ningde took out a copy of October from his bag and handed it to Zhang Weiyang, praising it highly: "Moreover, the time span is long, from the Republic of China to liberation, to the special period to the new period. In the words of our screenwriters, it has depth! Yes, it has a sense of historical depth and heaviness!"

Zhang Weiyang was deeply attracted as soon as he saw it, and he kept exclaiming in praise, saying, "Oh, well written, indeed well written!"

"It is a touching and heart-wrenching work that will go down in literary history!"

"Uncle Zhang and Aunt Song, it's getting late. I have to go!"

Lin Zhengjun wanted to say goodbye, but Zhang Ningde grabbed Lin Zhengjun and said, "You've hurt me so badly, and you want to slip away?"

"Sister, what do you want to do?"

"It's very simple. You have to write an article for me. Otherwise, humph... I am your biological sister!" Zhang Ningde threatened in the first half of the sentence and begged in the second half.

"Big sister, please forgive me! I really don't have time to write!"

Lin Zhengjun said, "I am busier now than before. In addition to reviewing for the exam and running the cooperative production, I also have to help the Beijing Film Studio make two movies at once. You also asked me to write a novel for you. You can't use a production team's donkey like this!"

Lin Zhengjun actually felt that he had somewhat reached a plateau in literature.

In the past few months, I have been working on too many works.

After all, his original intention of literary creation was to advertise and make money.

Once "Under the Hawthorn Tree" is released, the production capacity of the collective cooperative will be basically fully utilized. No matter how famous it is, if it cannot be produced, it will not be able to make money!

If you just write novels without film and television adaptations, the money is too little. Now Lin Zhengjun makes a lot of money, so he really doesn't care about those little things!

"Pfft! I don't care, you have to write it! You can't find someone else!"

Zhang Ningde was spoiled and a little childish. He even acted like a spoiled brat to Lin Zhengjun and said, "The only one who can defeat Chu Kuangren is Chu Kuangren!"

"Okay, let me think about it, give me some time,"

Lin Zhengjun was very helpless and said, "But I am still doing collective creation. I only provide the framework and find someone else to write it!"

……

At ten o'clock the next morning, Gong Xue carried some simple luggage and boarded a train to the south to visit her relatives.

In fact, during this period, even though she was on secondment to the Beijing Film Studio, her salary and allowances were paid by the crew.

Therefore, when she wanted to return to Shanghai, she did not need to ask for leave from the General Political Department Repertory Theatre, but asked directly for leave from Xie Tieli.

Xie Tieli knew her special situation, so he approved her leave immediately. However, Gong Xue only took four days off. Except for the time she was on the road, she basically stayed at home for one day before returning.

She found a hard seat and sat down. She opened a book called "October". She was also a young literary person and could also paint Chinese paintings, which she did quite well.

The journey was boring and she had no other entertainment, so she went to the Xinhua Bookstore near the Beijing Film Studio a day in advance and bought some literary magazines.

"Hmm! Farewell My Concubine, Chu Kuang Ren? Teacher Lin has published a new work?"

When she opened the book, her beautiful eyes sparkled with shock and joy!

If you think about it carefully, Mr. Lin publishes one film almost every month. He is so talented that there is no one else like him in the whole country!

She read it eagerly.

I quickly immersed myself in the plot of the novel, forgot the noise around me, and was moved by the tortuous experiences of Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou.

"Teacher Lin writes so well! He is so talented! His inner world is so rich and interesting..."

After reading about half of it, she began to cry. She didn't dare let anyone see her, so she held the magazine high and let the tears flow freely.

……

In Haiyan, Zhejiang Province, the bright winter sunshine covers the small town with dappled warmth.

A dental clinic, with a small, shaggy-haired dog squatting at the door.

Bang!

A bloody tooth was thrown into the medical waste bin.

A young doctor wearing a mask and a white coat, with messy hair like a scraggly puppy, smiled at the patient in the chair and said, "Comrade, the decayed tooth has been pulled out, you can go!"

"Oh, Doctor Yu, you are so skilled. Your operation is as fast as lightning and it doesn't hurt at all." The patient thanked him.

Yu Hua chuckled twice perfunctorily.

After the patient left, he sighed to the sky: "Facing boring oral care all day long is so despairing. There are six days a week when I don't want to go to work!"

"I have already extracted 10,000 teeth, and I will continue to extract 20,000, 30,000, one after another, endlessly. I really want to work at the Cultural Center, so they can sleep in..."

"Yu Hua, your rejection letter!"

A postman in a dark green uniform came to the door on a bicycle and threw a stack of envelopes into the house.

"Please remove the word 'rejection'. Why must it be a rejection letter? Can't I publish it once?" Yu Hua picked up the letter dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, you're just a high school graduate and you can't even recognize all the Chinese characters, and you're still submitting articles!" The postman made fun of me as usual.

"You look down on me! I use simple language, I learned from Hemingway. Do you think I don't know Chinese characters?!"

Yu Hua's face turned red with shame, and he stiffened his neck and said something about the "iceberg theory" and "less is more" which no one understood, which made the postman and several colleagues laugh.

There was a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the clinic.

After graduating from high school in 77, Yu Hua worked as a dentist for two years. Earlier this year, he began writing literature and submitting his works to various publications.

His main approach is to cast a wide net and focus on catching fish.

First submit to the top-notch People's Literature. If it is not accepted, then submit to the less popular Harvest or Yenching Literature and Art.

If it is still not accepted, submit it to other provincial literary magazines such as Feitian and Yalujiang;

Finally, they are often submitted to internal publications at the municipal, regional, county, or even school and factory levels.

The bottom line has been lowered all the way, but unfortunately, he has not published any work so far.

After opening all the envelopes, all that was left were rejection letters.

It was inevitable that he was depressed, but after all, he was only 20 years old and still had a bit of youth at heart. He immediately forgot his sorrow, opened the magazine and began to read it with great interest.

"Oh my god, Chu Kuangren has published another work? Farewell My Concubine!" Yu Hua was jealous.

There are news reports saying that he is only 20 years old, but he is the youngest representative of the National Congress of Writers and Artists, and he has published so many excellent works!

I am also twenty years old, but why is there such a big difference in our character?

Swish, swish, the pages keep turning.

Finally finished reading it.

At this moment, the jealousy in his heart was completely replaced by admiration, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Damn, it's written so well, damn!"

Why is "Farewell My Concubine" so good?

Because Cheng Dieyi is so miserable!

Born in a lowly family, his mother chopped off his six fingers with a knife in order to let him join the opera troupe.

He suffered a lot in order to learn opera. He was raped by Eunuch Zhang before he became famous, and by Fourth Master Yuan after he became famous.

Senior brother Duan Xiaolou married Juxian, betraying their promise to sing opera for life, and he was heartbroken. He accidentally took in opium and broke his throat. He kindly took in Xiaosi, but he turned out to be an ungrateful person who repaid his kindness with hatred...

During those ten special years, he was nearly tortured to death, and in complete despair, he committed suicide by slashing his throat with a sword.

Miserable!

Yu Hua had a perceptual understanding and began to analyze rationally!

Why did Chu Kuangren write like this?

The more difficulties this character encounters, the more ways he will use to fight against external difficulties. With various actions, the character is created to be more three-dimensional and rich, which arouses strong resonance among readers!

"Hahaha, I understand! I understand it deeply! To write a novel, you have to be miserable. Leave the sadness to the readers and keep the joy of publishing the novel and getting paid for it to yourself!"

He was ecstatic and, ignoring the strange looks from his colleagues, he twisted his hips like a penguin dancing and laughed out loud.