Reborn in 1977

Chapter 475 Discussion

"Are you from the zoo?"

Although Chen Fan's tone carried a hint of inquiry, his eyes were confident.

Old Guo was somewhat surprised, "How did you guess that?"

He couldn't help but look at He Qingsheng, who was already sitting down and cracking melon seeds, "Old He, did you tell him?"

He Qingsheng shook his head repeatedly, "Would I bother to tell him that?"

Then he pointed to the chairs and tables, "What are you all standing there for? Sit down."

Only then did the crowd surge in and pull out chairs to sit down.

Chen Fan was very self-aware and took a seat in the chair in the far corner.

These people in front of him were all senior figures in the literary world of Jiangnan Province. They had been members of the provincial writers' association more than ten years ago. Even though many of them had not published works for many years, their status in the writers' association was still not something he could compare to now.

Old Guo seemed very interested in him. He sat down next to him and asked again, "Old He didn't tell you? Then how did you guess it?"

Chen Fan laughed, "Because I also raise livestock, and I'm quite familiar with the smell of livestock."

At this time, Old Xu, sitting opposite him, laughed and said, "Then you're one step closer to us old guys. There aren't many people in this room who haven't raised livestock."

He Qingsheng found it a little funny and looked at Chen Fan and asked, "You raise livestock? Could it be that you really are a member of Luwan, ah, no, it should be Lujiawan?"

When Old Guo heard this, he turned to look at him, raised his hand, but pointed at Chen Fan, "Old He, haven't you learned about his situation?"

He Qingsheng was slightly stunned, "What situation?"

Old Guo turned to look at Chen Fan, only to see him smiling silently, so he turned back to look at He Qingsheng, "This is a long story. I'll tell you later."

He looked at Chen Fan again and asked for the third time, "So you smelled the scent on me, but it wasn't the same as the scent of livestock, so you judged that I was from the zoo?"

Chen Fan nodded with a smile, "Actually, I was a veterinarian at the beginning."

Old Guo suddenly understood, raised his hand and patted his head, "I forgot about that!"

He shook his head and sighed, "Your skills are too diverse. I only remember that you are a doctor."

The others looked at each other, and He Qingsheng looked at Chen Fan in surprise, "You're still a veterinarian?"

Old Xu's eyes were full of amazement, "In the production team, veterinarians are very popular."

Old Guo laughed and said, "He's not an ordinary veterinarian. Even the director of their commune's veterinary station is ashamed of himself, and he has also trained 12 qualified production team veterinarians.

It's just that in this college entrance examination, all 12 veterinarians participated in the exam, and they all were admitted to key universities. Fortunately, when the news of the resumption of the college entrance examination was released, their production team recruited a new batch of people.

So, in terms of lineage, he is already a grandmaster-level figure, and even has grand-disciples!"

Chen Fan quickly waved his hand, "No, no, the production team doesn't follow the old ways. Everyone is on their own terms. There's no such thing as a grandmaster."

"That's still amazing!"

He Qingsheng gave him a thumbs up, then turned to Old Guo and said, "Why don't we just tell everyone about Little Chen's story now?"

He laughed and turned to look around at everyone, smiling, "I think you should all be interested too."

Almost everyone nodded repeatedly, looking at Chen Fan with curious faces.

They already knew that this Chen Fan was the Chen Fan in the health system who invented the new first aid method. Now they heard that he was also proficient in veterinary medicine, and his literary skills were also very good. The article published in Jiangnan Literature also had literary value.

Moreover, he was not very old. They hadn't heard of such an interesting junior for many years, so they naturally wanted to know about his growth experience.

Seeing that everyone was interested, Old Guo also planned to talk about it.

But the protagonist shook his head and waved his hands with a flushed face, "No, no, there's really nothing to say, and it's too embarrassing."

Being able to control his qi and blood, blushing and stuff like that wasn't a big deal.

Seeing Chen Fan strongly decline, He Qingsheng didn't insist anymore.

Anyway, there would be plenty of time later. After the meeting, he would just ask Old Guo to tell the story.

He put down the melon seeds in his hand, gently clapped his hands, turned his neck and looked around at everyone, and said softly, "We called everyone here today, and there's nothing else, just that everyone hasn't seen each other for many years, so we're getting together."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Fan and smiled again, "And Little Chen, I plan to be his recommender. If all goes well, he will be the first new member in sixteen years to join our Jiangnan Provincial Writers' Association. I also want to introduce him to everyone and ask for your support."

Chen Fan quickly stood up and waved to everyone, "Greetings, seniors."

Everyone also waved to him in a friendly manner, and responded unevenly, "No problem."

"Welcome, welcome."

"It's our duty."

"Don't be polite."

… …

The whole thing was disorganized and chaotic.

But the meaning was quite unified. We're good with what's going to happen later!

After Chen Fan sat down, He Qingsheng introduced the 18 people present to him one by one. After the introduction, he said to him, "There are also 4 representatives from two regions who will only arrive in the evening, but the weather today is also uncertain. If they arrive too late, I will introduce you to them tomorrow."

Chen Fan nodded lightly and smiled, "Okay, thank you, Editor He."

He Qingsheng smiled, then looked at the others, "While we still have time this afternoon, let's have a simple chat."

Old Guo took out a pack of cigarettes, first took out one and handed it to Chen Fan, then took one for himself, and passed the remaining pack to the side, "Help yourselves."

He was about to take out a match when Chen Fan's lighter was already in front of him.

Old Guo smiled at Chen Fan, "Yo, this lighter is not bad."

He held the cigarette in one hand and held Chen Fan's hand in the other, gently patted the back of his hand, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of smoke before looking at He Qingsheng and asking, "What's the theme?"

He Qingsheng was also taking a cigarette and passing it to the side. At this time, there were already 6 packs of cigarettes on the table besides melon seeds and peanuts.

Moreover, including several female representatives, everyone was a heavy smoker.

Chen Fan respectfully accompanied them at the end of the table, smoking a cigarette in the corner, looking at everyone through the smoke.

He was also quite curious about how writers hold meetings.

He Qingsheng lit a cigarette and said seriously, "What else could it be? Of course, it's creation."

He looked left and right, "In the early years, there was a creation committee. At that time, at least two work discussion meetings were held every week, to undertake the task of leading writers' creation, criticism, learning and other activities, as well as guiding popularization work."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and sighed slightly, "At that time, among all the functional departments of the Writers' Association, the Creation Committee was the most active and the closest to its members. Although the Creation Committee was later abolished, the habit of discussing creation and contacting members has been retained."

He raised his head and looked at everyone, seeing that everyone was looking at him intently, especially those old partners, their eyes full of memories, and he couldn't help but feel a little gratified.

The predecessor of the Writers' Association was the All-China Federation of Literary Workers, abbreviated as the Wenlian. This association was established more than two months before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and it was not until October 1953 that it was officially reorganized into the Writers' Association.

The Creation Committee was a specialized organization under the Writers' Association, established half a year earlier than the Writers' Association itself. This is because the Writers' Association was reorganized from the Writers' Association, while the Creation Committee was directly transferred.

At that time, the Creation Committee had great power and functions, organizing learning, carrying out creation activities, investigating and understanding the current situation of creation, selecting and compiling excellent works for publication, editing the Writers' Association's internal publication "Writer's Communication," and strengthening contact with members in various places.

It was equivalent to a writer, from life to career to creation, all being within the jurisdiction of the Creation Committee.

However, as early as January 1958, the Creation Committee, which had only existed for 4 years and 9 months, was forcibly abolished, and the relevant cadres were transferred to work on farms.

From its establishment to its abolition, Shao Quanlin, Zhou Yang, Liu Baiyu, and Kang Tuo successively served as directors of the Creation Committee, while Sha Ting, Shao Quanlin, Li Ji, and Han Zi served as deputy directors. Chen Huangmei, Cao Yu, Chen Baichen, Ai Qing, Yuan Shuipai, Zhang Tianyi, Lao She, and Wang Yaping were members of the Creation Committee.

From this, you can see what kind of organization it was.

Today, everyone in this conference room, except for Chen Fan, has come from that era. It's just that they were passionate young writers back then, and now they have become the backbone of the reconstruction of the Writers' Association's Jiangnan Provincial Branch.

After a brief silence, He Qingsheng smiled and continued, "Now that there is no Creation Committee, we can also learn from the role of the Creation Committee and discuss how to carry out literary creation at present."

After a pause of two seconds, he looked around, "Who wants to talk about it?"

After a while, Lao Xu spoke first, "I think the first thing is the issue of drawing lines. What can be written and what cannot be written, this must be clarified."

As soon as this was said, almost everyone nodded.

However, He Qingsheng shook his head with a smile, "I think this is the least necessary issue to discuss."

He looked around at everyone and said with a smile, "Now, are there still people who don't know what can be written and what cannot be written?"

He said, counting on his fingers, "The position must be firm, feudal superstition is not allowed, you can't sing a different tune, and you can't go backward."

After speaking, he took a puff of cigarette and gently tapped the table, "It's just these few points. Besides, when you engage in creation, you still have to submit articles to magazines and newspapers, and they will be reviewed by editors before publication. Unsuitable things, even if you write them, you won't be able to publish them."

He flicked the ash and said with a smile, "You don't want to write handwritten copies, do you?"

"Forbidden books" that could not be published, but were very popular, would be circulated in the form of handwritten copies. That was also the most popular period for handwritten copies. Later, many handwritten copies came out of the "underground" and were publicly published, and even adapted into movies.

It can be seen that there were indeed many excellent works among them. Of course, more were "inferior products."

After a burst of laughter, a female representative put out her cigarette in the ashtray, looked up and said, "Then let's talk about the subject matter."

She turned her neck and looked around at everyone, "I think everyone should have read "The Class Teacher" in the 11th issue of People's Literature last year, right?"

Seeing everyone nodding, she continued, "I think this article will become a representative of a new subject matter. It exposes the harm done to young people in the past, and such articles are most likely to resonate with the educated youth group."

She said, looking at He Qingsheng, "Should we carefully study this creative direction?"

Everyone present was a writer, and publications like "People's Literature" were must-read books.

And after the publication of the article "The Class Teacher", it also caused a great response in the society. At this time, the representative's proposal also led to a lot of discussion.

Everyone was chatting enthusiastically. Some said it could be written like this, while others said that although this article objectively reflected a certain real situation, it was biased and the tone was a bit gloomy.

He Qingsheng also expressed his own opinion, "For the mistakes that have already occurred, we must of course seriously reflect on them and resolutely correct them, but we cannot only stand on the position of one group, but also think from multiple perspectives."

He said, looking at everyone, "Don't forget, many things are what we have personally experienced, and the same type of things have happened around us.

Of course, we can integrate these examples into our creation.

Everyone must be clear that one of the roles of our literary creation, and a very important core role, is to undertake the important task of promoting culture and policies."

Finally, he looked at the representative who made the suggestion, "I think "The Class Teacher" only stays at the level of exposure. We have to think deeper, that is, the reflection after the exposure, and even deeper, the position and suggestions after the reflection. I hope that the works created by our writers are positive and positive."

The female representative also nodded without hesitation, "I didn't think deeply enough, and my ideas were inappropriate."

She looked at everyone again and said with a smile, "After all, it's Lao He. I agree with his thinking. From exposure to reflection, and then to re-affirmation after reflection, this is a very good idea and more meaningful than pure exposure."

The others also nodded in agreement.

Chen Fan was sitting in the corner. He had already finished his cigarette. At this time, he was cracking melon seeds, taking a sip of water from time to time, and watching them discuss seriously.

If everyone is not familiar with the short article "The Class Teacher", then let's talk about another one, um, it hasn't been published yet at this time.

That is the short story "Scar" published in "Wenhui Daily" on August 11, 1978, by Lu Xinhua.

Speaking of which, when Chen Fan was learning to write, he also thought about making money, but it was contrary to his original intention, and he couldn't write it, so he went to write "On the Field of Hope" about squatting cadres.

Fortunately, he has now earned enough money and no longer needs to rely on this kind of article to make money, otherwise it would be like eating shit, which is really disgusting.

When the female representative mentioned "The Class Teacher" just now, he was also prepared to "weakly" make a suggestion at the last moment, that is, to add what He Qingsheng said just now.

But I didn't expect that the old writer is an old writer after all. He sees the problem very deeply, directly points out the problem, and gives the follow-up creative ideas.

That "The Herdsman" is this way. Oh, now "The Herdsman" hasn't come out yet, but Chen Fan wrote a "Ferryman", which magazine did he send it to?

I don't know when it will be published, it should be soon, right?

Just as Chen Fan was thinking, he suddenly heard He Qingsheng's voice coming from next to him, "Yesterday, Xiao Chen proposed to create a work with love as the theme, and I feel it is also very good."

When he looked up, he saw He Qingsheng looking at him and saying, "Xiao Chen, please tell everyone about this story, focusing on your creative ideas, and talk about how you came up with this theme and story?"