Chapter 48 Twenty, big ups and downs (1)

Here I would like to make a supplementary explanation. One is because of the concern of the leaders of the Communist Youth League Committee. Since the autumn of 1956, I have served as the deputy secretary of the Communist Youth League Committee of Beijing Cable Power Plant, a 783 factory affiliated to the Fourth Ministry of Machinery.As I said before, after finishing "Long Live Youth" which reflects middle school students, I will write another work which reflects college students.Comrade Wang Zhaohua, leader of the Youth League Committee, said, stop writing about the petty bourgeoisie, so I went to the factory.

The factory is located in Jiuxianqiao Electronic Industrial Zone, which is one of the 156 key projects in the first five-year plan.The counterpart assistance unit of the factory is the Leningrad Hongxia Factory. From the factory director, to the chief designer, chief craftsman, chief accountant, and to the workshop team, there are corresponding Soviet experts working side by side with us. On January 28, 1957, Ruifang and I got married in Beijing.She still has half a year of college to go. The income from "Group" was enough for us to purchase some equipment that conditions allowed at that time, including glass bookcases, a sinking desk, and semi-soft sofa chairs.I was immersed in the happiness of my newlyweds, and I only wanted to be with Fang every day.

Teacher Lin Mohan gave me the proof of the novel "The New Youth in the Organization Department" that he planned to publish in the People's Daily, and asked for comments.This is also what Chairman Mao said, whoever criticizes will send it over to have a look first, and he can criticize or counter-criticize. At this time, Xiao Yin was writing an article about "Group" for "Beijing Literature and Art" (now called "Beijing Literature"), and he asked me to talk.I told him about Lin's article, and told him that the several inappropriately written texts and the ending of the novel pointed out by Lin Wen were not my original works, but the result of revisions made by the editorial department of "People's Literature".Xiao Yin attaches great importance to this situation, and emphasizes that the matter must be clarified in order to be responsible to the party.I mentioned this matter in my reply letter to Comrade Lin Mohan.

So Shao Quanlin, Secretary of the Party Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, invited me to meet and said that he wanted to hold a symposium on the relationship between writers and editors, and asked me to attend.I also felt that Shao took good care of me.In his speech, he mentioned that Comrade Qin Zhaoyang was a little proud. It seems that the leaders of the Writers Association deliberately criticized Qin.Qin Yin published the article "Realism: The Broad Road" and proposed to change the name "socialist realism" to "realism in the socialist era", that is, realism is realism, and the times have changed, but the spirit of realism remains the same... ...which caused headaches for mainstream theorists, and Comrade Zhang Guangnian published a special article criticizing this article.

After the conversation, I felt honored that Shao Quanlin sent his special car to take me home.At that time, he lived in a small courtyard in Dayabao Hutong. At this symposium, I took a dichotomous attitude towards the revision of the editorial department. I have no intention of complaining about the editorial department, let alone dodging "responsibility".There are two main revisions that I disapprove of. One is how Lin Zhen noticed Zhao Huiwen's white hands. This is the way I least liked when writing about the relationship between men and women, even if it was just friendship.One is the ending. In my original work, Comrade Lin Zhen knocked on the door of the office of Comrade Zhou Runxiang, Secretary of the District Party Committee, and it was deleted, which somewhat affected the tone of the novel.In this regard, I did not make it clear at the meeting.In addition, I don't think the problems they modified are too big, and there are some things that have been improved.For example, what the manuscript said about Liu Shiwu's "eagle-like eyes" was inappropriate, and it was changed.Mao Dun mentioned this example in his speech at the symposium.I think Mao Dun's speech has the sense of his "democrats", which gives me a feeling of zero inclination.

Relevant speeches were published in the People's Daily.I received a letter from a young female writer. I remember her pen name was "Buwen", but I couldn't find her after that.She said in the letter that she should have used this as an opportunity to talk about the editors' problems, but she didn't expect Wang Meng to be so unpleasantly sophisticated, so she let them go.I called her back according to the number she gave, and she smiled and said, "Forget it, I'm not as busy as me now..." At that time, I knew nothing about the depth of the literary world.It took several decades before I knew the more important background. It was said that Chairman Mao was furious at the editor's tampering with the "Team" manuscript.

What's interesting is that my opinion on the editorial department of "People's Literature" was much smaller than that of "Wen Wei Po". In my speech, I mentioned "Wen Wei Po" without naming names.The newspaper has a strong tolerance, and I happened to see Mei Duo and his wife Yao Fangzao after I finished speaking.They saw me nodding and smiling, wryly smiling and smirking, which made you lose your temper.Soon, Pu Xixiu and Mei Duo came to visit and said that "Long Live Youth" must be selected.Fortunately, there is such a selection, otherwise, everything will have to wait a quarter of a century later.

With three tricks and two troubles, the "Group" incident not only saved the day, but also became a great blessing for me.On the "May 4th" that year, I was named "Beijing Youth Socialist Construction Activist". At the National Youth League Congress, my name appeared on the list of candidates for the Central Committee of the Youth League (and possibly an alternate member), but it was not successful—probably because the grassroots did not respond positively to me. I reflected that I had a mental crisis at that time, and I didn't get involved in the life of the factory.Crowded buses, crowded dormitories for workers (originally built according to Soviet blueprints, the family unit houses were turned into collective dormitories, and the workers were not used to using the toilet, so they squatted on the "ring" to defecate ), the large cafeteria with long queues to buy food, the noise of machines running and the smell of engine oil, gave me a new impression and made me feel separated.I can't make up my mind.I always feel that I should have a brand-new work, but I can't do it.I don't like talking dirty jokes with my colleagues, talking about rank and treatment, talking about ordinary topics.At this time, my mind is full of literature, art, passion, ideals, deep thinking, melancholy, sorrow, pursuit, earth, sky, stars, eternity, color and symphony... I cannot tolerate a single bit of secularity, vulgarity, and vulgarity.Far more extreme than the sentiments of some middle-aged writers in the next forty years, the last decade of the 20th century.My deep-rooted experience of anti-worldliness is too deep and too deep.The factory actually treated me very well, and they couldn't do better.The factory gave me a dormitory room, except for four white walls, there was only a bed and a chair, and I felt a blank feeling in such a room.And every afternoon, as soon as I saw the sun go west, I felt restless, panicked, and felt that I was wasting my time, feeling that my life and emotions were becoming impoverished.