Zhou Yangguang said confidently, "I can handle both. The one about Tai Chi Grandmaster, I have read martial arts and fairy tale novels from the Republic of China period such as The Legend of Swordsman in Shu Mountain. Orphan has a modern background, so there is no pressure."

Liang Xiaosheng said: "I have never read martial arts novels. I don't understand the moves. I'd better write "Orphan's Grudge"!"

Lin Zhengjun said: "Then you should write "Tai Chi Grandmaster"!"

"no problem!"

After the division of labor was made, the two of them started working immediately.

Lin Zhengjun talked about the character settings, the story outline, and then the scene outline. The two of them picked up paper and pen and started writing quickly.

"You guys keep writing. I won't bother you anymore. I've finished writing my novel about dramatists. I'm going to the Writers' Congress to hand it in to Liu Xinwu..."

After finishing the outline of the two scripts, Lin Zhengjun smiled.

Tang Xiaofu waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, let me take a look first. If it's not well written, I'll revise it for you!"

In fact, Tang Xiaofu was a little worried in her heart.

Lin Zhengjun is an expert at conceiving stories, but he has always ghostwritten them in the past and has never written one himself. If the writing is not up to standard, it will have to be revised.

"Okay, take a look!" Lin Zhengjun handed her the manuscript.

"Farewell My Concubine..." Tang Xiaofu looked at the title and then read it carefully.

"Oh, oh, oh, let's enjoy this wonderful article together. I'd like to learn from it, too." Liang Xiaosheng and Zhou Yangguang also put down their pens and ran behind Tang Xiaofu to read together.

"In the winter of the 18th year of the Republic of China.

The days were short and cold, and the wind was blowing. It was getting really cold, and everyone was wondering if it was going to snow.

The winter sun is just shining brightly, and it's cloudy and sunny at times, so just live one day at a time.

The overpass is about to open again.

The sounds of people and the market..."

Tang Xiaofu read the first two paragraphs, nodded with a smile and said, "The writing is very good, simple but very accurate..."

The novel "Farewell My Concubine" was written by Hong Kong female writer Li Bihua. Her stories are bizarre and ingenious, and her writing style is enchanting, cold, sharp and bold.

Lin Zhengjun can "borrow" stories, but he cannot learn the writing style. If he tries hard to learn it, he will end up copying others but end up with nothing.

Therefore, he used his own style, mainly plain description, simple and unsophisticated, calm and objective, and presented more visual sense - this was his advantage, after all, he had seen the movie of the same name many times.

As Tang Xiaofu watched, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she choked up several times and burst into tears.

"Wow, Dieyi, this is so painful!"

Tang Xiaofu started crying when she read half of the novel.

From sobbing at the beginning, to crying without caring about her image, and then to panting due to exhaustion from crying, Lin Zhengjun felt helpless.

Then, Liang Xiaosheng and Zhou Yangguang also hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Lin Zhengjun was helpless: "If you want to read it, read it quickly. Don't stand there crying and wasting time. I still have to submit the manuscript!"

The original novel actually has about 100,000 words, but Lin Zhengjun only wrote 50,000 words. He doesn't like to describe too much, just present the story.

However, as the three of them watched, they started to cry a few times and just stared at it for an hour.

After watching it, the three of them were silent. Liang Xiaosheng slumped in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, as if he had lost his soul.

Zhou Yangguang looked unhappy, immersed in the story and the turbulent emotions, unable to come back to his senses.

"What's going on? Why aren't you talking?" Lin Zhengjun asked.

"Don't talk, the aftereffects are too strong, let me slow down..." Zhou Yangguang sighed.

Tang Xiaofu looked at Lin Zhengjun with admiration in her eyes and said, "Zhengjun, this Farewell My Concubine is so well written and so touching."

"Cheng Dieyi's love for opera is really brought to life in this story. He and the opera are indistinguishable!"

"The love and hate are deep-rooted, the characters are vivid, and every smile, gesture, and movement seem to be alive right before our eyes. It's written so beautifully!"

"The plot is cruel, too cruel! It has a lot of Mr. Lu Xun's style, daring to face the bleak life, daring to face the blood. As the saying goes, no one will be spared, no one will be forgiven!"

Liang Xiaosheng's evaluation is also more theoretical, saying: "This novel reveals the special era much more deeply than The Shepherd. The key is that it is not limited to the special era. It pushes the perspective to a deeper level, from the Republic of China, the war of aggression against China to liberation, to the special decade, to the new era. It is particularly profound!"

Zhou Yangguang stared with his eyes wide open, and asked curiously: "Zhengjun, Cheng Dieyi's feelings for Duan Xiaolou should not be purely brotherly, right? It seems to me that..."

"It's not the friendship between fellow apprentices, it's the kind of feeling you think it is." Lin Zhengjun said.

"oops!"

Zhou Yangguang stood in awe and said, "Zhengjun, I said I am a heretic, but you are much more powerful than me. You can even write this!"

"What's so strange about this? There were many such people in ancient times, such as the homosexual couple!" Lin Zhengjun smiled faintly.

"Zhengjun, hurry up and publish it!"

Liang Xiaosheng said: "This novel is so good, I dare say it will be popular all over the country!"

…

In the evening, Jingxi Hotel.

Liu Xinwu, Wang Meng, Lu Yao and Jia Pingwa and a bunch of people also finished watching Farewell My Concubine, and they were all really broken down.

"Zhengjun, are you a little twisted in your heart? Why do you write such a sad story? I feel so uncomfortable now." Wang Meng covered his chest in pain and said, "It feels like you stabbed me several times."

“Isn’t the ending bright? After all, we have entered a new era!” Lin Zhengjun thought to himself, let’s learn more about sadomasochistic writings. This buddy has become the pioneer of sadomasochistic writings.

Like Teacher Yu Hua, always leaving sadness to readers and keeping happiness for yourself?

"But the process was painful. Cheng Dieyi suffered so much. You are committing a sin by writing this..." Jia Pingwa sighed.

"Duan Xiaolou has disappointed me so much. Dieyi has trusted the wrong person. I feel so sad! I want to cry for Dieyi!"

Liu Xinwu's eyes were red, his face was full of sorrow, and he stamped his feet: "The one who understands and loves Cheng Dieyi the most is actually that mean-spirited and cunning drama tyrant Yuan Shiqing. Fourth Master Yuan, this, this, this, who can I go to for justice..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me whether you want it or not, and whether it can be sent to you." Lin Zhengjun was worried about Cheng Dieyi's feelings for Duan Xiaolou.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Liu Xinwu smiled cheerfully: "I know what you are writing about. In foreign countries, this is called homosexuality, right..."

Several young literary people pricked up their ears and asked in surprise: "What, what, homosexuality?"

"It means that women like women and men like men. In ancient times, it was called the Duanxiu habit and the Longyang love." Liu Xinwu said with a smile.

Everyone looked at each other, and pictures appeared in their minds. They all shuddered: "How fresh is this? Is it possible to be like this?"

"It is precisely because this concept does not exist in China at present that readers have no idea what you are writing about. By the time they realize what you are writing about, it will have been ten years."

Liu Xinwu smiled slyly and said, "Especially Zhengjun handled it very cleverly. You can call it homosexuality or the friendship between fellow apprentices!"

"It's just like what Lu Xun said about Dream of the Red Chamber - Confucian scholars see the Book of Changes, Taoists see lust, talented people see lingering love, revolutionaries see the expulsion of the Manchus, and gossipers see the secret affairs of the imperial palace!"

"Hehe, whoever dares to criticize us at that time will be a hypocrite! We can organize a few readers to scold us back. This is pure comradeship. You actually want to be so dirty. You are so dirty that it is unbearable to look at. It can also increase the popularity!"

You are the rumormonger, Lin Zhengjun laughed secretly in his heart. Liu Xinwu later interpreted "Dream of Red Mansions" in "One Hundred Schools of Thought" and was obsessed with seeking the hidden meaning.

After this group of people finished reading, Lin Zhengjun took the manuscript and ran to find teachers such as Chang Xiangyu and Sun Yumin to let them take a look.