Chapter 39 16. A young man came to the organization department (2)

I can write a novel about my "daily life in the district" (the title of Ovechkin's masterpiece), I can greatly poetic and romanticize my daily experience, I can propose the believability of Nastya's story. Here comes the big issue of sex, and I can finally make a shape for the story that I haven't finished in the script but has been brewing in my heart.I can express my experience, my maturity, my politicization, my extraordinary "literary youth", my entry into the world and my bewilderment, my sentimentality, my sigh, and my artistic cell coming. Write poems with things, and put your poetic heart into life and things.I believe in my loyalty and my bravery, my insight into the world and my swaying charm, my "minor communist" demeanor and talent as a writer, what kind of novel will I create!

I sent the manuscript in May, and in June, the editor-in-charge, Mr. Tan Zhiren, conveyed to me Mr. Qin Zhaoyang, the executive deputy editor-in-chief, his appreciation for the manuscript, and asked me to revise the rough parts of the manuscript.I was very excited. I recited the whole article like writing a poem. I revised and revised, deliberated and deliberated. I realized the fun of self-satisfaction like embroidering. The appearance of the "little Douer" of a beginner writer.I finally felt that it was like an exquisite "masterpiece"—about 20,000 words, which should be considered a novella in the future—and I sent the manuscript for the second time.

The manuscript was published in the September issue of "People's Literature", not the headline, but "Little Miner" by Northeast writer Yang Daqun. I saw this new publication in Taiyuan, Shanxi.Ruifang was studying at Taiyuan Institute of Technology, and I went to Shanxi to see her in September 1956. "Reunion after a broken mirror" is infinitely moving. I said I would go, she didn't know in advance.Since then, she has repeatedly talked about the situation when she heard a pair of small leather shoes rattling in the school dormitory. These engraved leather shoes were bought from the Chongwenmen International Friends Service Department. They were imported from the Soviet Union and cost about 20 yuan. luxury.The leather bottom, the small iron palm, walks with a frightening crispness.I was kept in an empty room in the girls' dormitory by her classmates. I think back then the university was really free.What's more, her classmates welcomed me, but they didn't welcome another person who might be playing Ruifang's idea, and criticized that person for his ugly behavior of "poaching corners".In Taiyuan, I ate western food in Liuxiang with Fang Tong, and watched Ding Guoxian's Jin opera in the theater.A piece of "Whiplashing the Reed Flowers" also made me burst into tears: the abused child interceded for the stepmother who was almost "divorced", "the mother is alone, and the mother goes to three people", such kindness is so touching.When we walked from the urban area to Yicun in the western suburbs and passed the Yingze Bridge on the Fen River, she said that she felt warm because the bridge railings blocked the wind.This makes me feel very ridiculous, because the bridge railings are so sparse that it is impossible to block the wind.And it feels great.We went to Jinci Temple together, and when we came back, we almost missed the last regular bus, and we missed dinner.Public transportation at that time was extremely difficult, with long waits, overcrowded, bumpy and dusty roads.Although the Jinci Temple is dilapidated, after all, we are nostalgic for the past. We left a picture on a building similar to the hull of a ship.When I left, I drank Fenjiu, and I am still a close friend of Fenjiu.I like its little song fragrance.When Yiyi said goodbye and was slightly drunk, I found this issue at the newsstand in the station square, and I bought it for her.I flipped through my own works in a hurry, just like reading other people's things. Novels, of course, are another world. Not only for readers, but also for the author, there is a sense of strangeness, mystery, and vividness.

The first paragraph of my original manuscript is written like this: "In March, things that fall from the sky are like rain and snow...", I used "falling from the sky" as the subject, and omitted the word "something" that fell. I like to make sentences like this .It was published and changed to "something like rain and snow fell from the sky".I don't understand why it is so unliterary. However, this is not important, what is important is an eloquent "something", like rain and snow, "something" falling from the high-level sky of the majestic "People's Literature"!

I'm actually still reeling from the excitement of the summer of 1956.This summer vacation, before leaving Beijing, Fang visited me. Her arrival saved the world and my life. Without this rescue, I would not be able to withstand the test after the exam.How many pictures, how many streets, how many times of contact, how many times of missing, all of a sudden, who can not burst into tears?Thank life, thank God, everything has been saved! At that time, it took an overnight train from Beijing to Taiyuan.At that time, I never thought of taking a sleeper when I took the train.On the hard seat in the car with me, there is a folk song choir organized by the rural girls in Suide, Shaanxi, which is affiliated to the Central Orchestra. They sang at midnight, "When you mention a family, the family is famous, and the family lives in Sansanlipu Village, Suide..." , they are healthy, strong, simple, with cheeks as red as apples.Accompanied by flute player Feng Zicun, he played "Flying a Kite" to the passengers.The literary and art workers and the public at that time were angels, and living on the new train in the new society was like living in heaven.

And as soon as you get out of Taiyuan Railway Station, you will arrive at May 1st Square, where there are hawkers and hawkers everywhere. "Jiazizi" is for selling green corn. The past is still a dream, but now it is completely different. It’s a pity to say that when I grew up, except for half a year in Liangxiang and one night in Tianjin, I hadn’t been out of Beijing yet.As for Taiyuan, for me, it already means that waters come to mountains, and there are farmlands after crossing mountains and ridges. It is really a far away place.The place names along the road that seem to be familiar but have never been seen before: Baoding, Zhengding, Shijiazhuang, Jingxing, Niangziguan, Shouyang, Yuci, are also so emotional.The land is vast, the love is overwhelming, the talent is galloping, and the train is running fast.To enter Shanxi, one has to go through more than 80 caves.