Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Minghua also smiled and replied: "Brother Jia, you don't even give me a novel, how can I let Shengshi Books publish it?"

"Oh, look at what you said. Blame me, blame me, but I am writing a long novel now, and the first draft has been completed. Are you interested in reading it?"

"Okay."

Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi both knew that Jia Pingwa ran to the town under Taibai Mountain specifically to write, but they didn't know what he was writing. Now after hearing what Jia Pingwa said, they immediately became interested and said they would go back and read it now.

Jia Pingwa still lived in the dormitory in the town government compound. The three followed him back to the yard and entered the room. Jia Pingwa took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer of the desk and handed it to Fang Minghua.

Damn!

It was densely packed.

Starting from the top, the words were very small, and often a paragraph was one to several pages, with no blank space at all, not only on the front, but also on the back of the letter paper.

Fortunately, Fang Minghua did not have intensive phobia, otherwise it would be really uncomfortable to look at.

This is his habit. It is said that he developed this habit when he was learning to write and had no money to buy manuscript paper. In his words, he could only write a few words on a sheet of manuscript paper. It was a pity!

There is also a joke. One year he sent a manuscript to the Sichuan Province "Young Writers". Later, they sent him a stack of manuscript paper, saying that he might have written like that because he lacked manuscript paper.

However, Fang Minghua and others knew Jia Pingwa's habit and were no longer surprised. Everyone was curious about the content of the book.

In fact, Fang Minghua knew that he was writing "Wasteland".

Before coming to this era, Fang Minghua had read it.

At that time, he had just entered college and read it as a pornographic book.

Of course, what made Fang Minghua curious was the "□□□□□□ (the author deleted × hundred × ten × words)" in the book "Wasteland". Were these words really in the manuscript?

After the publication of "Wasteland", it was circulated in society that Jia Pingwa had kept the original manuscript without deletions, and someone in Hong Kong offered a certain price to publish the original text.

Is it true or false?

Fang Minghua picked up the manuscript and quickly browsed a few pages, and was immediately disappointed.

There was no undeleted erotic description at all, not even "□□□□□□ (the author deleted × hundred × ten × words)"!

It turned out to be a gimmick by the publisher or the author himself.

Of course, Fang Minghua kept calm and distributed the manuscript to Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao next to him, and everyone read it carefully.

Fang Minghua had read it before, but didn't feel much, but Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi looked more and more surprised. Finally, Lu Yao couldn't help asking: "Pingwa, do you want to write a modern version of "Dream of Red Mansions" or "Jin Ping Mei"? "

"That's right, Pingwa, I think I am in the erotic description of my book "White Deer Plain" I didn't expect you to be bolder than me!"

Jia Pingwa seemed to be used to it. He took out a "narrow version of Monkey" without a filter from his pocket and threw one to Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao. Then he lit it himself and took a puff before saying leisurely:

"I want to become the contemporary "Dream of Red Mansions". But maybe some people will call it the contemporary "Jin Ping Mei". However, it's not bad to have the influence of "Jin Ping Mei".

"Hey, Pingwa, "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Jin Ping Mei" both write a lot of women's stories. How many women do you have in "Wasteland"?" Lu Yao asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Well, let me think about it." Jia Pingwa held the cigarette in his mouth, counted on his fingers, and finally said, "There are a total of 8 women who wrote stories, and only mentioning the old lady does not count. "

Everyone laughed when they heard it.

"Hey, I tell you, don't stare at the women in the book, look at the story structure and style, how about it?" Jia Pingwa reminded.

After hearing what he said, the three of them picked up the manuscript and read it again.

The novel was very long, and everyone just read a part of it. Fang Minghua was not to be mentioned. Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi were both masters of writing novels, and they basically understood the style of Jia Pingwa's novel.

After a while, Lu Yao said, "Pingwa, your novel is completely different from what you wrote before."

"Yes, I used to write about the countryside, but this time I'm writing about the city, the city we live in." Jia Pingwa explained.

"Not entirely." Lu Yao shook his head: "The writing style has also changed a lot. There is a kind of classical mystery to create a magical artistic conception. It is not completely Latin American magical realism, but it has a kind of oriental metaphysical flavor. Have you read "Zhuangzi"? "

Jia Pingwa smiled and nodded, and took out another book from the drawer. It had frayed edges, indicating that it had been read many times. It was "Zhuangzi"!

"Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies in the morning, and Wang Di's spring heart was entrusted to the cuckoo." Jia Pingwa chanted a poem by Li Shangyin, and then said, "You can also see that the protagonist of my book is named Zhuang Zhidie!"

"Admiration!" Lu Yao raised his thumb.

Chen Zhongshi's face looked a little worried.

"Pingwa, Lu Yao also mentioned the advantages of your novel. I am worried about one thing now."

"Is it too much erotic description?"

"Yes, I just said that after I finished writing "White Deer Plain", I was a little uneasy. It's not about the quality of the novel, but the erotic descriptions in the book. I am very worried that it will cause discomfort to readers. Mr. Su from Shengshi Books also talked about this issue."

"But your book is even better. I am worried that it will cause a lot of trouble if it is officially published."

After listening, Jia Pingwa turned his eyes to me.

"Minghua, what do you mean?"

Fang Minghua pondered for a moment, and did not answer directly but said: "Brother Jia, finish the revision first, bring out the final draft, and then we will talk about it."

"Okay!"

Fang Minghua's attitude is very important.

Not only is he a writer like Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao, but he is also a famous literary critic. More importantly, he can decide the publication of this book!

However, Fang Minghua's attitude is ambiguous, which makes Jia Pingwa a little worried.

This book has exhausted his efforts and is the most satisfying book he has written so far. What will be the ending in the future?

The three of them took the manuscript again and put forward their own opinions on some specific details in the text. Jia Pingwa marked them and made adjustments after careful consideration.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the three of them said goodbye and left to go back to the hotel. As soon as they walked to the front yard of the town government, they saw a man coming towards them.

It turned out to be Mayor Zhang of the town.

Seeing them, he took the initiative to greet them: "Three chairmen, are you looking for Chairman Jia?"

"Yes, I went around and chatted with him in his room. Mayor Zhang, why don't you rest so late?" Fang Minghua said.

"Hey, there are a lot of things to do in the town."

"Hard work, hard work."

"Hard work? Not as hard as you writers." Mayor Zhang said with a smile: To be honest, Chairman Jia lived in our town for a while, and I have never seen such a hard-working person. "

"Hard work? He told us that he often soaks in hot springs and climbs Mount Taibai here, and his life is very leisurely."

"Haha, that's the past few days since you came. Usually he starts writing after dark, and he doesn't stop until after midnight every night. I often see the light on in his dormitory in the middle of the night. "

"He also gets up early in the day, eats breakfast in the cafeteria, then goes back to eat and writes, takes a one-hour nap at noon, and then gets up to continue writing. He does this all day long, and we admire him to the extreme."

After Fang Minghua heard this, the three of them looked at each other.

Oh my God.

This Jia Pingwa is going to die!