Chapter 6 six

Ten minutes later, I called for the second time and said, "Since you seem to have a lot of opinions and you didn't speak up that day, I want to hear you talk in person." I said, "My opinion is consistent with what our deputy director talked about that day." He was silent for a while, and said, "I still want to talk to you." I said, "I won't go to your house to talk, Lu Yuan, if you want to talk to you, come to Beiying!" He was silent for a while, then said, "I'll go tomorrow." I said: "Please come in the morning." Since the "watching video" is shown in the factory in the afternoon, which belongs to art learning, I don't want to miss the opportunity.

He said, "Not in the morning. I have something to do in the morning." I said, "Then you can come another day. Any day within the next week is fine, morning and afternoon are welcome." "I don't have time for any day but tomorrow afternoon," he said. I got angry, and replied: "Any day is fine, but not tomorrow afternoon!" I hung up the phone with a snap, and cursed: "Fuck you!" How hypocritical!The next afternoon, I went to the movies.I thought there was only one movie to be shown, but two were played. Five days later, the director of the Political Department came to my office with a thick registered letter and said, "Xiao Liang, someone wrote to sue you."

I was taken aback and thought to myself that I hadn't done anything illegal?I haven't engaged in any improper relationship between men and women, so who will sue me?Yin asked: "Have Zhang Guanli been wearing it?" The director of the political department said, "That's right, you, Liang Xiaosheng, are the one who sued. Please read this letter." I took the letter and saw that it was written by the extraordinary young editor, enumerating my crimes.A letter that is not a thousand words, at least eight or nine thousand words. I was really "flashing with rage", and I was about to tear that letter into pieces.The director of the Political Department snatched the letter with quick hands and eyes, and said, "Don't get angry, tell me, what's going on?"

I pressed my anger and told the ins and outs of the matter in detail.When I was talking about it, a person in charge of the factory party committee at that time also found the editorial department. Accompanied by the director, he called the editors together and asked who had committed any malfeasance in the recent manuscript processing? The editors replied: Absolutely nothing. The person in charge of the factory party committee said: There must be. It turned out that he had just attended a meeting.A responsible comrade named Beiying at the meeting and said: "You Beiying should treat amateur authors with enthusiasm, don't reject amateur authors, don't make it like an independent kingdom like it was during the 'Gang of Four' period, The needle cannot be inserted, and the water cannot be poured in!"

After hearing this, the editors looked at each other, not knowing where to start. Only I understand in my heart. Because in the letter that sued me, it was written: "I have no backing, and I have no 'back door' (噫! It is the same as Xin Xin's language), and I wrote this movie based on my enthusiasm for the Chinese film industry. The script was subjected to all kinds of difficulties and was rejected from the gate of Beijing Film Academy. What is your attitude towards an amateur author?! How can your indifferent attitude make China's film industry flourish?!..." How similar are his words to those of the comrade in charge?

"Keep it out"—truly true. When he came in the afternoon, the guard did not let him into the factory.Tell him that the editing and directing department is conducting art observation and seminars in the afternoon, and ask him to come back another day. Therefore, he also wrote in his letter: "I wandered outside Beiying Gate for nearly an hour in the bitter wind and rain before leaving. After returning home, I caught a cold and had a fever of thirty-nine degrees. My father and mother had to give up. Very important revolutionary work, take good care of me..." Whether it is true or not is unknown.

I said to everyone: "The comrades in charge's criticism of Beiying is not 'unfounded', it must be because of me." The director of the political department also said: "It must be." Immediately, I, the director of the political department, the director of the editorial department, the deputy director, and the leader of the factory party committee went to the small conference room on the second floor to study how to properly deal with the sharp criticism from above. Comrade factory director attached great importance to this matter and also participated in the research.

The leader of the factory party committee said: "In my opinion, let Xiao Liang write a self-criticism, and the factory party committee will pass it on to the superior." I couldn't help but stand up against the case, and shouted: "The knife is resting on my neck, and I won't criticize it! I have nothing to criticize. I have to criticize you and review it yourself!" The director of the editorial department said: "It is better to ask Xiao Liang to review it than to ask me to review it." The deputy director asked: "What is the review? As the deputy director of the editorial department, I personally went to the home of an adaptor of an immature script to have a serious discussion. If you have any opinions, what do you want us to do?"

The director of the political department said: "I think some comrades' criticism of Beiying's work because of this incident is exaggerated." The factory manager finally said: "There is no need to review, no one needs to review. If this is worth reviewing, it is better for me to review! Because I am the factory manager!" Turning to look at me, he said, "Xiao Liang, I ask you to give The leading comrades wrote a letter to explain, don’t you think it’s too much? Explain, not review.” I said, "That's fine." Back in the office, I spread out the letter paper, and I wanted to write.It suddenly occurred to me that he didn't criticize me by name, can I explain it to him?It was decided not to write to the responsible person, but to his son.

Holding the pen, I thought of two things. One thing is: once a 21-year-old youth from rural Shanxi came to the editorial office one day and was received by me.He brought three movie scripts with him and asked me to read them within two days and discuss my opinions with him in person.I asked him why he gave me such a short time?He said that he came to Beijing at his own expense and made a special trip to deliver the manuscript.Do not spend money on accommodation, overnight at the train station.Why didn't you send it?Say hope to hear opinions face to face.How much is the year-end "dividend"?Say more than one hundred yuan.Didn't the travel expenses cost half of it?Say it's worth it.I was so touched that I stayed with him overnight in my dormitory (at that time I had been allocated a small room about ten square meters).On the second day, I concentrated my time and energy on reading all three scripts.Those three scripts are really not worth discussing, but I was afraid of hurting the self-esteem of the rural youth, so I had a tactful talk with him all morning...

Another thing is: one day a mentally ill person was entangled in the reception room and asked to have an interview with the editor about the idea.The reception room was in a dilemma, and so was the team leader.The communication room said that if no one came forward in the editorial department, they had no choice but to find the security department.I volunteered and went to appease.My older brother is also mentally ill, and I'm confident that I'm good at comforting mental patients. Walking into the reception room, I saw a man about forty years old, like a prisoner waiting for trial, with his legs tightly together, his hands on his knees, sitting so well.The rules are pathetic.He parted his hair in the middle, and his thin face was clean-shaven.Wear a new blue cadre uniform, even with collar hooks buttoned.Old but ironed gray trousers.A pair of yellow plastic sandals, bare feet.The expression is quiet. Look at him like that, not like a psychopath. It can be conveyed that there is no one else in the room except him. I asked the conveyer: "Where is the mental illness?" The conveyance master pouted at that person. I couldn't help turning around and looking at the man again in surprise. He stood up slowly, and said politely: "I'm not mentally ill, I'm here to deliver the script." The expression remains the same. I said, "I'm not looking for you. You misunderstood. I'm the editor in the editing room. You can give me the script you brought." He looked at me and said, "I don't think you're an editor." I asked, "Then what do you think I am doing?" He said word by word: "I think you look like a security guard." I said: "You are wrong." I took out my work card and showed it to him. He read it and seemed to believe it.Give it back to me, took out the script from a yellow schoolbag, held it in both hands, and handed it to me solemnly.That expression seemed to entrust a thousand pieces of gold to each other sincerely. I took the script and asked, "Your name." He dragged out a white iron bucket with a big mouth and a small bottom from under the bench in the reception room, took out a roll of red silk from inside, and unfolded it silently—on the red silk, there were four calligraphy characters written in plum blossom seal script strikingly—— Qi Great saint. I am puzzled. "That's my name," he said. I asked, "Where do you live?" He pointed to the barrel—a blanket inside the barrel, and said: "Overwhelm the sky and spread the earth."Only then did a weird smile appear on his face. I said, "It's raining outside, how can it cover the sky and cover the ground?" He said: "A traveler seeks happiness in suffering." I concluded that he belonged to the kind of subjective delusional psychopath, who understands at one moment and becomes confused at another.I am confused now. The conveyance master stepped forward to "relieve" me and said: "You are the 'Monkey King', this is not Huaguoshan, nor is it Tiangong, the script is left, you go, go." He stared and said: "You Think I'm crazy?" I hurriedly said: "If you are a mental patient, I am also a mental patient!" Then I turned to the conveyer and said, "Let me take him into the factory, and I want to talk to him." He's in the office?" I said, "Take him to my dormitory." The conveyance master looked at me worriedly, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Liang, why do you?" I said, "Nothing will happen." Seeing that he was still worried, he said, "My brother is also mentally ill." I brought "Monkey King" to my dormitory, treated him as a guest, and chatted with him.After he passed his confusion, he became clear again, and his conversation was very elegant. During the conversation, I learned that he was a graduate of Peking University. He was classified as a rightist in 1957 and spent six years in a labor camp.Although he has been rehabilitated and his job has been reassigned, his unit does not require him to go to work.When I have nothing to do, I write screenplays. My heart is full of sympathy for him. Stay at my place that night. The next day, I sent it to the train station and bought him a train ticket back to Hebei.Send it to the station, then send it to the train, have a special explanation with the flight attendant, and watch the train drive away before returning... Thinking of these two things, I feel that I can be regarded as a responsible editor.Especially for amateur authors, I have never treated them badly, even if the other party is a mental patient. So I felt the need to reply to a letter. I wrote in the letter: "Your father is a high-level cadre, and your backing is solid. Your scripts are recommended by people in charge at all levels, and your 'back door' can be described as big. A script of the level of a masterpiece, Beijing The film studio receives thousands of copies every year. Our studio has appointed a deputy editorial director and me, the editor, to support you. You are in your thirties, and you have a cold and a fever. Your parents will 'give up the very important revolutionary work and take good care of you', you are so delicate and precious, right? To be honest, according to the normal manuscript processing, you can only get a rejection note, and it will be in three months... ..." After finishing writing, I put it in an envelope and filled out the address, fearing that I would suddenly have any worries, so I sent it away immediately. Afterwards, I sat quietly for a while, thinking of a "script committee" set up by the Ministry of Culture, under the direct leadership of Comrade Minister, I got a wit, and wrote another letter to the "script committee". The general idea is: the script was adapted by the son of a person in charge, and there are positive comments from the leaders of the Ministry of Culture and the Film Bureau.Our factory is full of shooting tasks, and I am sending it to you now. It seems more logical for you to instruct other brother factories to shoot. The beauty of adults... is attached to the script and sent away together. Only five or six days later, it was "returned to Zhao".The script was returned by the "Script Committee", and the attached letter said: "Since the script has been supported by you, you should support it to the end! No comments will be made." I ran into an editor who has no discernment like me and no Bole spirit!Desperate, no longer hesitate, no longer worry, hastily filled the envelope, then back.I think, the director asked me to be the editor in charge of this script, and I really chose the right person.I thought I was "fulfilling my mission". I think that power and literature and art are just like iron trees and chrysanthemums. They are not of the same family, and "grafting" is difficult.What kind of "dog pulling sheepskin"? Nowadays, there is a saying: those with first-class IQ are engaged in business, those with second-class IQ are engaged in politics, and those with third-class IQ are engaged in literature. The economic foundation of "wen" is below the "dead lords"; the social status of "wen" is below that of "government officials", so some cadres' children are engaged in business and politics. Those with "third-class IQ" will go to film studios, TV stations, and other units or departments related to "literature and art".If you have "literary and artistic" talent, it's a different story.If there is no "literary and artistic" cell, isn't it to be taught to others, and to be criticized by the world?Moreover, if "literature" is predicated on authority, and authority is supplemented by "literature", the result must be that "literature" corrupts authority, and authority desecrates "literature."That's the sad husband! I really hate the current trend in the field of literature and art that all kinds of false powers suppress "literature" and deceive "literature". Frequently: "This movie script has been read by a certain leader, and he affirmed it!" "This TV script is very appreciated by a certain leader." "The leader of this story wants to publish and cooperate with the comments." In the circle of literature and art, there are really some vulgar people. So what if a certain leader "saw it" and "affirmed it"?So what if a certain leader "very much appreciates"? Does the "hope" of a certain leader must be "followed"? Is a certain leader a "leader" or a literary and artistic worker? You are the mayor, and I am a citizen. I will listen to you as to what civic duties a citizen should fulfill. I am the editor, and you are the mayor. The mayor writes movie scripts, or novels, poems, plays, etc. Sorry, you listen to me. That's right. Otherwise, something is wrong. This is called "different division of labor in society", and we should respect each other's division of labor.It is also one of the social principles of communism envisioned by our ancestor Marx. In the spring of 1979, the Fourth National Conference on Higher Education was held in Xiyuan, Beijing.Representatives from various news and literary units attended the event. As a representative of Beijing Film Studio, I participated in the study and discussion of the South China group. In the first few days of the meeting, the content of the discussion was to eliminate the poison of the ultra-left education line of the "Gang of Four", and the speeches were enthusiastic. "Workers, peasants and soldiers students" - the "exotic fruit" that has grown on the tree of "higher education" in the past 30 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, made it difficult for every representative to say a good word for it at that time.And every speaker, no matter what angle or proposition he started from, ultimately boiled down to the evaluation of "worker, peasant and soldier students".No, there doesn't seem to be an evaluation issue - it's in the position of being tried in absentia.Had another "worker, peasant and soldier student" been present, he or she might have fled and never had the courage to enter the conference room. I intentionally entered the conference room before others before each meeting, and sat in a corner hidden behind a row of long couches to be more precise.I have the mission of conveying the situation and information of the meeting to the editorial department.I have to record what the delegates said. How I regret that I have accepted such a mission!However, I have no good reason to ask the leader to change others to attend the meeting. On the afternoon of the third day, the meeting ended in half an hour, and the discussion atmosphere became dull.Almost everyone has spoken at least twice. The person hosting the discussion has a strong sense of time, and he doesn't want to announce the end of the meeting in advance, and he doesn't want to let half an hour pass in a dull way.He scanned everyone with his eyes, trying to encourage someone to make a short speech. His eyes flicked to me.I happened to raise my head just then.Then the vulgar part of my character, for a moment, clouded my soul, and made me play a despicable and pitiable part. "Why don't you speak? Let's talk too!" The host fixed his eyes on me. Most people seem to have noticed my existence only at this moment, and cast guessing glances at me. The stares embarrass me. The people sitting in front of me turned around and looked at me, clearly not expecting that there was such a person hidden behind the sofa. I said dully: "I... I am not a student of workers, peasants and soldiers..." I almost couldn't help saying this. This is the first sentence I uttered in three days as a non-voting representative, in front of many gray-haired old professors, and in front of all representatives of the South China Group. Lies are a vicious fission phenomenon of language.Saying that a button is a diamond, and wanting to convince everyone, you have to make up the name of a jewelry store that specializes in this kind of "diamond", and you have to further make up the street where the jewelry store is located and the name of the owner or manager... … I said, I am a former graduate of the "Cultural Revolution" of the Director Department of the Film Academy.I said that such and such a famous film director was my teacher. I said, if the "ten years of turmoil" hadn't happened, I might have made at least two films... In order for the representatives not to suspect, I gave myself five years of age. After the meeting, many people nodded and smiled at me. The graduates before the "Cultural Revolution", regardless of whether they graduated from liberal arts, science, engineering colleges, or art colleges, were considered by the representatives to be their students.