Ning Chunyan was attracted at first sight.

Wang Zixu's writing style is as solid as ice and as fierce as fire. Just reading the words can catch your eyes. After reading the first paragraph, Ning Chunyan seems to have returned to the time when he first read Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

But his writing style is not like Marquez. His style is more like a combination of Lu Xun and Wang Zengqi. It is cold, sophisticated, pays attention to sentence structure and rhythm, and is also somewhat playful.

Wang Zixu had actually given her the spoilers just now, but obviously Wang Zixu's synopsis was an extremely abstract summary, giving people a completely different impression from the story itself.

When reading a story, you can't just read the synopsis. If you put all the synopses of historical masterpieces in a row, at a glance, it will just be a meeting of bloody plots.

The "bloody" plot is precisely derived from the "classics". If you watch too many "classics", you will become "bloody". In academic terms, "classics" are essentially something that all human beings can empathize with.

A story framework paradigm that adheres too much to this framework and lacks the charm and details of the famous novel itself will turn into "dog blood".

For example, the classic motif of "twins" in literature. Due to different personalities, the two brothers eventually embarked on completely different life paths - this is the case in Yu Hua's "Brothers" and the same is true in "The Ordinary World". "The Condor Heroes"

Guo Jing and Yang Kang in "The Biography", and Xiao Yu'er and Hua Wuque in "The Two Proud Heroes" are all extensions of this theme. If they are just summarized, the essence of the content is the same.

Reading the synopsis of the novel is like looking at a vast ocean from a distance. On the surface, it only looks blue. Reading the main text is like diving into the bottom of the ocean, seeing colorful corals, migrating fish, and rugged continental shelves.

To the turtles that suddenly appear in the deep darkness in the distance - these magnificent scenes are far from being summed up by the phrase "blue sea". The value of the novel lies here, not on that blue.

Wang Zixu's novel gave Ning Chunyan the illusion of diving: marine creatures appeared one after another, dizzying, and they were all types she didn't recognize.

The characters who appear in his novels are very special, and they make her feel very kind and flesh-and-blood, as if they are people she has met around her, but they cannot be identified with the specific people.

Not only the first-generation male and female protagonists, but also the other characters who appeared, such as private school teachers, long-term workers, parents, and cowherd boys, were all impressive. Until he finished reading the first chapter, Ning Chunyan could not figure out how this story progressed.

Let’s look at the anti-Japanese, war, and espionage plots later in the article.

Therefore, even though she had been spoiled, it did not affect her urge to read at all. The more she read, the more she wanted to read.

Lu Qingxuan sat next to her with an attentive expression, her two dark eyes fixed on the manuscript paper, just like a student in high school who read the same article with her deskmate. Sometimes Ning Chunyan turned the page too fast, and she would take it over.

He lowered his head and read the paper page backwards.

...Wang Zixu walked out of the door and lit a cigarette.

This is the first time that he has shown this work to others. Because he has read his own work too many times, he has lost the ability to judge the quality of the work. At this time, his mentality was affected by Xiao Mengyin, and he was eager to read it.

Hear what readers have to say.

But he is also afraid of hearing comments from readers. If Ning Chunyan has a negative opinion of his work after reading it, he is likely to make drastic cuts, even delete the settings of the four generations of protagonists, leaving only one generation -

—That may be more appealing to the judges and have fewer words.

Wang Zixu stood nervously outside the door. After a long time, Ning Chunyan and Lu Qingxuan in the room finally finished reading the manuscript paper in hand.

As soon as he walked in, Ning Chunyan raised her head and stared at him: "There are only 80,000 words, what about the rest?"

Wang Zixu said: "This part is a revised draft. It has been revised 12 times. The rest of it has not been revised much. It is saved in my computer and has not been typed out."

Ning Chunyan blinked: "Revised it 12 times? No wonder I felt so refined when I read it! How many times do you plan to revise it in total?"

"At least 20 times."

"Don't change it, don't change it, I'm afraid you will lose the essence."

Wang Zixu asked: "What do you think of this part?"

Ning Chunyan took a sip of water, turned to the first page of the manuscript, and spoke very quickly:

"As far as this part is concerned, it can be said that it is perfect. Not a word can be deleted, the plots are intertwined, the characters do not say a nonsense word, and the plot is always tense. I really don't know how else to change it."

"That's the problem."

Wang Zixu sighed and sat down: "Writing four generations in 120 years is actually a bit sparse. In fact, I originally planned to write five generations. The fourth generation was actually two sons, and they became love rivals.

It was not until the fifth generation that they finally came together. This way, this 120-year history can be more comprehensively displayed, and the plot can also be made more compact, with the vigorous and young hope always lingering..."

Ning Chunyan was stunned: "Then why not write it like this? It feels more interesting and more reasonable."

"It's too long." Wang Zixu said, "When I wrote the third generation, I knew I couldn't stop the car. When I wrote the fifth generation, the word count might have reached 600,000. I had to delete one generation."

"Don't delete it!" Ning Chunyan slapped the table, "What a great idea, what a pity it would be to delete it? Such a good work, can you bear to let it become imperfect?"

Wang Zixu said: "But if the number of words is too long, the Fei Shi Literary Award..."

"Never mind the Fei Shi Literary Award!"

Ning Chunyan waved his hand, took his hand, and said sincerely: "The Feishi Literary Award will be selected every year, and there will be winners every year, but your idea will never be the same in all the history of the world from now on.

It can only appear once. Once you have written it, it is finalized. Even if you want to rewrite it many years later, you may not have the ambition and energy you have today. If you don’t write this idea to perfection now, you will never be able to make up for it.

It’s a pity.”

Wang Zixu fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he said: "In this case, if I write another 100,000 words, I will have to rush to 600,000 words, which is already more than twice the length of "One Hundred Years of Solitude"."

Ning Chunyan said: "It doesn't matter. If you think about it this way, even if you write 600,000 words, it will only be enough for one-fifth of the book "In Search of Lost Time."

"I mean, I write 600,000 words, who can send it to me?"

Ning Chunyan puffed up her chest, reached out and patted her chest: "Have you forgotten what I do?"

Wang Zixu said: "You mean, publish it in the "New Appreciation" magazine? I thought, it won't work. You see, I am the editor here and publishing my own manuscript will cause gossip."

Ning Chunyan said: "The quality of your works is here, who can gossip about it?"

Wang Zixu lamented that she was still young after all and was not sensitive to the dangers of the world: "If people really want to make things difficult for you, they don't need the truth. They will only believe in small essays on the Internet. No matter how good my novel is, others will not

Come and see it, even if you read it, you will only say that this person's writing is very good, but his character is not good. You can't defend yourself yet, and the more you defend your character, the worse it will be."

Lu Qingxuan said quietly from the side: "Sister Xiaochun, the first issue of "New Appreciation" magazine is actually very important. In any case, publishing a 600,000-word long serial is too risky, not only for your magazine, but also for this

It’s also very risky for a work.”

Ning Chunyan became melancholy: "That's true. Whether my "New Award" can be included in a first-class magazine is still a question. If it fails, the reputation may be ruined, and your novel will be used as a backstop."

The prince smiled faintly: "I'm not worried about this. Your magazine will definitely become a first-class magazine. Didn't you invite Chen Qingluo to be the editor-in-chief?"

When he mentioned the words "Chen Qingluo", his voice trembled slightly, but fortunately he concealed it well. Then, he pretended to be nonchalant and asked:

"Why isn't Chen Qingluo here?"

Ning Chunyan didn't even raise his head: "She is in retreat now. She can't come to work in the near future, so I just put her name on it. We will cover it for the first two months of the magazine's release."

Lu Qingxuan turned his head and glanced at her. Just now, he was so aggressive that he wanted to be interviewed, but now it's "us". Sister Xiaochun really doesn't have any dignity at all.

Wang Zixu didn't ask any more questions. Ning Chunyan added: "600,000 words does sound a bit too much. How about you find a way to reduce it? Even if you reduce it to 590,000 words or 490,000 words, it won't feel right.

Same."

Wang Zixu looked troubled: "Actually, I wrote the first version very concisely and deleted very little. According to the revision method of 80,000 words, it can be reduced from more than 600,000 to 600,000 at most."

Ning Chunyan said: "Then don't worry about the publishing issue. Don't you have the phone number of the editor of "Yangtze River" over there? It is best to publish it in "Yangtze River", they will care for you as a writer they have cultivated.

If it cannot be published, I will help you contact other magazines."

Ning Chunyan's words were full of words, which reassured Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu couldn't rest assured. He couldn't think too much about this problem, and he couldn't not think too much. If you think too much, your mind will be confused, and you will hesitate when typing. A small hesitation will cause trouble.

It continues word by word, eventually causing a catastrophe and causing the entire novel to fall into disrepute.

Ning Chunyan is right. This idea is once in a lifetime for him, and it is the final word. If he cannot write it well now, he will not be able to make up for it in the future.

At present, there is no such a large-scale polyphonic novel in the history of Chinese literature: geographically from the eastern coast to the northwest desert, from cities to rural areas; in terms of time, from the invasion of China by the Eight-Power Allied Forces a hundred years ago to dancing in JK at the Comic Exhibition a hundred years later; microscopically, there are

Cows deliver babies, sell screws and get rich by speculating on A-share quilts. On the macro level, there are feelings of family and country, sacrificing one's life and reforming the past.

These worldly situations are so naturally stuffed into the same novel, with various trends of thought, countless kinds of people, and the era of drastic changes. There is no need to be mysterious, and it naturally has the flavor of magical realism. It is exciting to think about it.

The older generation of writers cannot write because their vision cannot see the present; the younger ones are too immature. Only he can write. If he writes it, he will be the first in the history of Chinese literature, and all those who come after will follow suit. No

Legal copy.

In fact, he didn't dare to do it. This idea had been in his mind for a long time. He always felt that he didn't have enough experience. If he hadn't worked hard to write 500,000 words for the Feishi Literary Award, otherwise he would have spent at least 10 years

Don't dare to take action. Now that you have taken action, you cannot retreat. To retreat will be defeat.

Wang Zixu withdrew his gaze and said: "Then I don't want to publish it first. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. I will write this work to perfection first."

Ning Chun Yan was very excited, yes, that’s how it should be. If we can’t get Feishi, we’ll get Mao Dun.

Wang Zixu wanted the chicken blood he had finally injected into his heart to stay warm longer, so he deliberately changed the topic and asked: "How many stories have you prepared for the first issue? When are you going to publish it?"

Ning Chunyan said it was easy for others, but when he talked about his own affairs, he suddenly became frustrated and said, "Not even one article."

"ah?"

"No, at least there is one article." She said, "With my connections, I can at least get one of the Little Prince's articles."

"Oh?" Lu Qingxuan stood up and asked, "Sister Xiaochun, do you know the little prince?"

"We have been friends for a long time." Ning Chunyan said pretending to be profound.

Wang Zixu secretly thought that she had used the wrong word. Divine friendship refers to two people who know each other without communicating. She even sent several private photos of herself and reported daily life trivial matters. He even knew the style of her stockings. What kind of divine friendship was she?

?

In order to pretend to be more realistic, he pretended to say: "The little prince writes about speech therapy. What are you going to publish in his book? A collection of dirty talk?"

Ning Chunyan was a little annoyed at his disdain and said angrily: "What do you mean by talking nonsense? You should severely criticize your misunderstanding of the little prince. This is not in line with the tone of our magazine. I started this magazine just for the little prince."

Prince, please don’t influence my thinking.”

Wang Zixu sighed in his heart that he couldn't afford to offend star-chasers. He said, "Then what kind of manuscript will he hand over? Have you discussed it?"
To be continued...