When I chatted with Su Tong until about half past two, there was a knock on the door.
The two of them looked together and saw a woman in her thirties or forties standing at the door with a bag slung over her shoulder.
The woman looks ordinary, but has a calm temperament from the inside out.
Yu Dong looked at her and felt that she looked familiar. Su Tong stood up with a smile.
Su Tong walked over and shook the woman's hand gently, "Teacher Wang, welcome. Let me introduce you. This is Yu Dong, the political counselor of the Department of Metal Arts and Crafts. He is also my junior student, Yu Dong.
Yu Dong, this is Teacher Wang Anyi."
Yu Dong greeted you quickly: "Hello, Teacher Wang. I have long admired your name. It is my honor to meet you today."
"Oh, the young man can talk." Wang Anyi said and covered his nose again, scolding: "Su Tong, you'd better smoke less, be gentle and don't damage your body."
Su Tong smiled, ran to open the window to the maximum, and turned the electric fan to the highest gear. The wind suddenly started blowing.
Yu Dong glanced at Su Tong. Although Su Tong had already become the editor-in-chief of "Zhongshan", he was young after all. In front of seniors like Wang Anyi, Su Tong also kept a very low profile.
Wang Anyi's masterpiece "Song of Everlasting Regret" will not be published for several years, but in 1985 she still won the Fourth Section National Novella Award for her novella "Little Baozhuang".
Although she is not a native of Shanghu, she has lived in Shanghai with her mother since she was a child, so she has a slight Shanghu accent. But to the ears of Yu Dong, a native of Shanghu, her accent is mixed with a bit of a northern accent.
This is probably related to the fact that she spent several years in Beng City and Xu City before.
Later, some people compared her with Zhang Ailing, saying that she was the Zhang Ailing of the post-modern era because, like Zhang, her works all revolved around the city of Shanghai, writing about marriage, love, and men and women.
But Yu Dong felt that the two of them were very different. They lived in different eras and had different environments. It was just that the city of Shanghai was similar. It would be strange if their works were the same.
The women in Zhang's works usually live in hardship and fear, and love for the sake of living, but the women in Wang Anyi's works are different. They have a lot less anxiety and focus more on women's own emotions.
Yu Dong likes Zhang Ailing more, and of course he doesn't dislike Wang Anyi.
Originally, Su Tong only told Yu Dong that Bi Feiyu and Ye Zhaoyan were coming, but he did not expect that Wang Anyi would also come.
"I said Su Tong, your office needs to be tidied up, it's a mess. Fortunately, you are the editor-in-chief, so no one can usually control you. You really need to smoke less of these cigarettes, you are only thirty
It's not even old yet, and the dough is yellowed by the incense."
As soon as Wang Anyi's butt touched the sofa, she started talking.
Her real person is very different from her words. Although she speaks with a Shanghai accent, there is a kind of heroism in her words. Facing Donghe Su Tong, she naturally showed off the style of an old lady.
The two of them could only smile bitterly while being scolded, mainly Su Tong, and Yu Dong sitting next to him would inevitably be affected as well.
"Yu Dong, it's good that you don't smoke cigarettes, but you have to be on guard against subtle mistakes and don't follow the example and become bad."
"Yes, yes, you are right." Yu Dong could only nod.
About ten minutes later, Bi Feiyu and Ye Zhaoyan came over together. Su Tong and Yu Dong breathed a sigh of relief. Su Tong said quickly: "Feiyu, why are you here so late? Teacher Wang has been waiting for a long time.
Let’s get started quickly, time waits for no one.”
Bi Feiyu and the others were also confused, thinking that if they said three o'clock, wasn't it already three o'clock? But when they saw Wang Anyi, they didn't dare to speak.
Although Su Tong started talking, he did not forget to introduce Yu Dong to Bi Feiyu and the others.
Ye Zhaoyan is older, 34 years old this year. He has a shaved head that is close to bald, but you can still see the white hair on the back of his head and temples. He is slightly fatter, wearing a gray sweatshirt, and is very casual. But his speech
Suddenly, a slightly traditional bookish spirit emanated from him.
Compared with Ye Zhaoyan, Bi Feiyu looked much leaner. His skin was darker and the lines on his face were hard. When Yu Dong shook hands with him, he could feel the power coming from his palms.
"Yu Dong, you're not even twenty yet."
"I was born in 1968."
"Oh, I'm already twenty-four. I didn't look as young as you when I was twenty-four."
Ye Zhaoyan next to him smiled and joked: "That's because you are anxious about growing up. When you were twenty, you looked like you were thirty. Now that you are almost thirty, you still look like you are thirty. Maybe when you are forty, you will still look like you are thirty."
Like thirty.”
"Hey, thanks for the kind words."
Bi Feiyu had the straightforward temperament of a soldier. After talking to Yu Dong, he looked at Su Tong: "How about we start?"
"Okay, let me give you a brief introduction first..." Next, Su Tong told them his thoughts on this draft.
Yu Dong had already listened to it once before, and now he did not slack off and listened carefully again.
After Su Tong finished speaking, Ye Zhaoyan looked at Wang Anyi and said with a smile: "Isn't this just right for Teacher Wang? Teacher Wang usually writes the most articles in this area."
Wang Anyi did not deny it, just said: "It's just that I wrote too much."
Ye Zhaoyan was annoyed and asked Bi Feiyu, "Feiyu, which direction do you think is better for writing?"
Bi Feiyu shook his head, "I don't have any ideas yet."
"Where's Su Tong, are you doing the writing this time?"
Su Tong was about to take out his cigarette and light it, but he held it back. When Ye Zhaoyan asked him, he replied with a smile: "I won't write anymore."
Ye Zhaoyan's eyes passed over Yu Dong and he said again: "I have some ideas."
"Well, you tell me." Su Tong nodded, "I called you here today, firstly, to ask for manuscripts, and secondly, to ask for your thoughts. It would be great if you could give me your opinions."
"I think so. Since we are four people, and Editor Su just mentioned the four directions, I think we should write according to these four directions respectively. As for Teacher Wang, he writes a lot in his usual works.
Food, she is good at this aspect. Raindance's "Isolated Island" is very good, so just write about customs. I usually like to study geography, so I will write about geography. Yu Dong——"
Ye Zhaoyan turned his attention to Yu Dong and laughed, "Yu Dong is young and his imagination is unparalleled. I think it is best to leave the idea of ​​​​mythology to him."
Yu Dong raised his eyes and looked at Ye Zhaoyan. He didn't know what kind of trick he was playing. Why was it arranged like this?
Chapter completed!