(This article first appeared in Culture and Art Newspaper on August 3, 20 18)
At about five o'clock yesterday afternoon, in my busy work, I glanced at a news headline on my mobile phone-the death of Mao's award-winning writer, and my heart suddenly felt extremely sad. I was busy at that time and didn't have time to look closely. I just didn't sleep at midnight. It suddenly occurred to me that my husband had left us forever. I was very sad, and my contacts with my husband also filled my mind.
I only met my husband once.
20 10 did the best-selling novel book planning in Xi Jiaotong University Press. On April 25th, I rushed to Beijing Huairou Film and Television Base to attend the activity on April 26th, because of the launching ceremony of the novel "Thirty Miles Shop". After the activity, I met my husband for the purpose of reprinting Mr. Ling's novels. They agreed to meet at 10 on the morning of 27th, on the first floor of an army hotel in front of Bayi Film Studio where she lives. At 9 o'clock on the 27th, she arrived as scheduled. I still remember clearly that she hobbled from the west with a big bag-I knew in advance that it was a novel published by her-and I hurried forward to receive the book in her hand. They got to know each other and then walked east to the hotel.
We had a tea chat at the coffee break on the first floor of this famous hotel (which was later learned from friends' comments on this hotel). She talked about her life story with great interest. Her real name is Li, and she was born in a revolutionary family. Her parents are revolutionaries, and her father is the pioneer of our party's early radio career. Her native place is Jiangxi. She was born in Yan 'an, grew up in Shaanxi, studied in Shaanxi, and was admitted to the Military Telecommunication Engineering College of the Western Military Station. Now xidian university has been engaged in missile engineering technology for many years and transferred to the Institute of Qing History of Renmin University of China to become a famous historical novelist. The novel The Young Emperor won the third Mao Dun Literature Prize. When I came from Shaanxi, she began to talk about her youth experience, the military power of the West, their recent reunion in xi 'an, and their visit to the campus of Jiaotong University ... Mr. Wang was laughing and laughing, and his enthusiasm for Shaanxi was beyond words.
The topic naturally involves me. After listening to my situation, she is very concerned about my present family. She signed books for my son and me, and signed her novella The Torch is Burning published in August. 1984. It's a pity that I just rummaged through everything and couldn't find the book. What I wrote is probably: Basu children are learning and making progress. He also presented a new book edited by himself-Mr. Lan Yifei's "Three Mile Spectrum". She flipped through it and immediately pointed out the publishing defects-due to the negligence of the publishing department, the fonts of the books were inconsistent. I am ashamed, too! This book was rushed out, and it took only 34 days from signing to publishing. The old man in the publishing department has ulterior motives and deliberately brought such a dazzling mistake to the final presentation of the book.
Because of her poor health, we agreed to talk for an hour the day before, but in fact they talked for almost two hours. Before leaving, she didn't forget to remind me to bring gifts for my wife and son, and personally selected a black sun hat with a gold-plated pattern of a guided missile destroyer for her son in the gift shop in the hotel lobby. It can be seen that her love for missile destroyers is deep!
To my shame, the plan to reprint her seven books didn't go as planned. To this end, we communicated repeatedly that summer, and she told me not to force it. Because some of the books she sent were out of print, and she only had one book, I sent those precious books back to her as she told me when she met. After that, I left the publishing industry, and I lost touch with them.
In 20 13, I returned to the film and television circle and served as the vice president of Qin Shiming Mingyue Film and Television. I worked in Bayi Factory, where I ate and lived. Naturally, I thought of Mr. Li Ling who lived in Bayi Factory and always wanted to contact her. At the same time, at that time, I had signed a contract and was writing my novel "Clouds Crossing the Qinling Mountains", privately thinking about asking my husband to make a recommendation. I have ideas in my heart, but I have been hesitant.
This summer, screenwriter Gao came to our company. I told her my thoughts, and she also had the desire to contact and visit Li Ling. So, we called her at the beer stall at the entrance of Bayi Factory, just saying hello and going to have a look. On the phone, my husband's voice trembled a little, and I was very excited to make a phone call. At the same time, I regret being paralyzed in bed and inconvenient to visit. I was rude to you in this situation. After I listened to the phone, my mood was extremely complicated. On the one hand, I am worried about my husband's health. On the other hand, I admire Yu Xiansheng's concern, understanding and respect for others.
Unexpectedly, this became the last call between my husband and me.
Now, it's been five years since my husband and I last called. Mr. Wang finally left us. In the early morning of this clear night, I can only send my grief far away! Teacher Wang's life style and writing style will always be remembered as a spur to me! Teacher Wang's concern and encouragement to me is unforgettable!
May Mr. Forever! Have a nice trip! (End)
Friday, July 20th, 2065, 438+08, 5: 00 am12.