A Ying's novel "Chang'an" was published by Writers Publishing House. Before the publication of the book, it was published in the 9th issue of People's Literature magazine in 2019 and the 3rd issue of Selected Contemporary Novels in 2021. This is an industrial novel, is a magnificent epic: from the fireworks of the war to come a group of people, after the founding of New China continued to use blood, life to devote themselves to the process of industrial development, the work has shaped the image of Ku Danian, black girl, Ku Xiaoyue and other typical characters, the rise and fall of personal fate, the joys and sorrows of the family, joys and sorrows and the intersection of history, they will dedicate themselves to the development of the context, their own hidden in the torrent of the times, can be called a "history of entrepreneurship" of China's socialist heavy industry. This book has been selected as a key publication of the Propaganda Department of the CPC Central Committee in 2021, and has been listed as the "2021 Good Book of the Year" by the Writers Publishing House, the 2021 Gold List of the 6th Novel and the "3rd China Industrial Literature Award".
A Ying, a native of Yaozhou, Shaanxi, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the vice chairman of the 5th Shaanxi Writers Association. Since 1979, he has published literary works, including a collection of short stories "Confusion" in 1989, a collection of essays "The Way of Daqin", "Dumplings, Dumplings", "Hurry on the Journey", "Revisiting the Greenland", a collection of art criticism "Chang'an Brush and Ink", a Qin-style drama "Li Bai Chang'an Xing", an opera "Daming Palace Fu", and a real-life drama "The Teacher's Table". Among them, a number of essays have been included in the annual prose selection of the China Writers Association, "Russian Diary" won the Bingxin Prose Award, the opera "Aunt Mizhi Aunt Suidehan" won the special award of the 9th National Wenhua Award, the Outstanding Playwright Award and the 20th Cao Yu Drama Literature Award, and the drama "The Depths of the Qinling Mountains" won the first prize of the 31st Tian Han Drama Award.
Everything reminded her that her translation mission was completely over, and she was now just a small clerk in the copper melting workshop, and she was not qualified to show her feelings here.
It wasn't until the car drove out of the factory gate that he couldn't see it, and the little translator suddenly remembered the whirling dance of old Ivan in the People's Building, the literal translation of her blue dress at the completion ceremony, the tantrum because of one of her translation mistakes, and the inexplicable anxiety when accompanying them to visit the Qianling Tomb...... Ah, everything has become distant. At this time, Hu Danian, Huang Laohu, and Ha Yunlai and a group of people hugged her, and it seemed that her brother nodded at her, but Huang Laohu looked at her as if no one was there, and Ha Fat's eyelids did not blink.
She suddenly felt an indescribable fear, everything reminded her that her translation mission was completely over, and she was now just a small clerk in the copper melting workshop, and she was not qualified to show her feelings here, oh my God!
Two months later, she received a letter from Ivanov from Moscow. The seal of the letter still showed signs of being opened, but she didn't care at all, and still excitedly told Hei Niu'er and Mancang, and the workers who came to pick up the newspaper, that the Soviet experts had returned to their hometowns and had gone to a small island by the Black Sea for vacation and recuperation.
On the same day, she replied to old Ivan according to the address on the envelope, writing sincerely and quietly, writing that she remembered the thick beard when she walked through the expert's building, that she remembered that old Ivan threw his sleeves in anger when she stood by the copper furnace, wrote about his tireless smooth steps at the ball, and wrote about who the tears flowed for at the farewell moment...... It was as if she was still a translator, as if nothing had happened to her, as if she would rush to that faraway country and continue her life as an intern......
On the third day after the Soviet experts left, Mancang suddenly panicked and stopped Hu Xiaoyue under the big locust tree and said that the factory was ready to demolish the Wanshou Temple. Hu Xiaoyue thought to herself, how can I care about this, you Mancang used to be a monk, and it is understandable that you have deep affection for Wanshou Temple, although the tile house has long been converted into a hardware vault, it is obviously inappropriate to keep a temple within the Chang'an wall, not to mention the current Hu Xiaoyue, the hairy phoenix is not as good as a chicken, how can you prevent people from demolishing the temple? She asked: What? Do you want to keep it, so that you can go back to be the abbot in the future? Mancang shook his head like a rattle: You don't understand, there are things hidden in the backyard.
What? Hu Xiaoyue poured a basin of water on her head, why did Lian Fu still hide something?
Oh, yes. Looking around the warehouse, there is a wall in the temple granary, and he put some things.
Is it? Hu Xiaoyue shook her head, wasn't it all confiscated by the Yellow Tiger?
You don't know. Mancang was anxious, and on the day he was arrested, he asked me to take out the bronze buried under his bed and hide it in the secret room along with a small notebook.
Then why don't you expose it? Hu Xiaoyue deliberately scared me and told me that it was tantamount to setting himself on fire.
The fire is already burning. Mancang was in a hurry, and when the temple was demolished, all the secrets were exposed.
Suddenly, Xiaoyue thought of the little note that Lian Fu gave her, and thought of the magical book that old Ivan had praised, that book must have a lot of secrets, and if she finds it, she may be transferred back to the technical department as a translator;
On Sunday, she followed Mancang to find out, the factory workers are busy on the production line, there are almost no people outside the Wanshou Temple, in order not to attract the attention of others, the two along a boulevard, one after the other to the back door of the temple. Unexpectedly, the little monk still has the back door key, enter the temple to buckle the door, tiptoe to the front yard, although the pattern inside is still the same, but the content has changed, once dedicated to the Buddha Buddha Daxiong Hall is still majestic, two Bodhi trees moved from the Ganges River in India stand tall and upright, the sound of the leaves seems to be greeting the two long-lost monks. The door of the temple was wide open, with rows of wooden benches and a long table...... Su Xiaoyue revisited the old place, as if he wanted to capture the old traces of the past, but was stopped by Mancang waving his hand, and came to the dining room behind the big iron bell.
With just a slight push, the door creaked open, and the two of them flashed in, and Mancang skillfully bolted the door, casually put a bamboo ladder on the ground to the wall, and climbed up the roof beam himself, signaling her to come up. But suddenly Xiaoyue stepped on the bamboo ladder and clicked loudly, and halfway up she looked up at the monk, meaning that she was up or not? Mancang hooked her hand and urged, she had to bury her head and climb again, and finally stood on the narrow beam, the upper triangle space was empty, and the furnishings of each room could be seen condescendingly, and the sunlight fell on the wall through the corrugated walls, reflecting the swirling and fluttering dust. This made Hu Xiaoyue nervous, isn't this going to fly on the grass on the eaves and walls? At this time, Mancang chin towards her, turned over the middle oblique beam and lowered his voice: You step on the beam, and you will come over in a few steps. Hu Xiaoyue had no choice but to move little by little, and she could feel the delicacy of the dust when she grabbed the rafters, and when she moved to the deepest part, there was a two-meter-wide roof made of wooden planks. Mancang signaled that there was a sandwich wall below, bent down to uncover the board, and jumped down.
This place is really mysterious, others will think that she is here to steal something, or is she trying to cheat? Suddenly, Xiaoyue grabbed the wooden plank of the shed and slipped down, and finally slipped her arm straight down, and fell into Mancang's arms, she suddenly broke away, and found that the overalls were hugging her chest, and she must have revealed a pink bra, and the little monk seemed to glance there. Oh my God, this is one of her secrets. When she was an intern in the Soviet Union, she found that local women were proud of their high breasts and liked to hold their breasts high with bras. But she was discovered after only two days, and the interns who came over loved to sneak a glance at her chest, and a female secretary of the embassy called and asked her to take off her bra in a blunt tone, we are Chinese, we can't go into the countryside and dress up charming. After returning to China, Hu Xiaoyue didn't dare to wear a bra again, she found a cloth belt like a Xi'an woman, sewed a few hidden buttons, and tightly strangled her breasts. But her breasts, like a constantly inflated ball, grew more and more inflated, and she couldn't wrap them around, so she had to put the bra back on quietly.
(To be continued)
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