The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China - Chapter 1011

   April 3.

  Chaijia Lane, Chongqing, Cathay Pacific Theater.

   After dinner, Zhou Hexuan brought Zhang Leyi, Meng Xiaodong, and Ruan Lingyu here, and also followed Anna who came from India to communicate.

   “Oh, Mingcheng is really a face!” Guo Moruo warmly came over to shake hands.

   Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: “Mr. Guo’s masterpiece premieres, of course I want to come to appreciate and study.”

  Today is the premiere day of the play “Qu Yuan”, and many left-wing writers came. Guo Moruo went to greet other friends immediately after chatting with Zhou Hexuan and others. Not long after, Zhou Hexuan was also surrounded by groups, and the writers eagerly discussed “The Little Prince” with him.

   When the play was about to start, a chubby, smiling middle-aged man came over, shook hands with Zhou Hexuan and said, “Mr. Zhou, I have been reading masterpieces recently, and I am quite touched. Your fairy tale is so well written.”

   Zhou Hexuan laughed and said, “Mr. Sun, you are the little prince in the book. You have a patriotic heart, and you dare to watch the premiere of “Qu Yuan” when your job is broken.”

   “It doesn’t matter if your rice bowl is broken, you can always find someone to eat.” The middle-aged man was still smiling.

   This monarch’s name is Sun Fuyuan, the “king of supplements” during the Republic of China, and “The True Story of Ah Q” is the product of his invitation to Lu Xun.

  Sun Fuyuan can be called a draft madman, a shadow in the hearts of many writers of the Republic of China. In Cao Juren’s original words: Sun Fuyuan) has a round face, a ball of peace, and stepped in the door to let you know that it is time to hand in the manuscript.”

   At that time, Lu Xun was tortured for more than two months by the draft, and he was so depressed that he wanted to end “The True Story of Ah Q” early, but Sun Fuyuan continued to write. Until Sun Fuyuan went on a business trip, Lu Xun hurriedly took the opportunity to write a finale. If not, “The True Story of Ah Q” would probably have been written as a novel.

  Lu Xun had a very good relationship with Sun Fuyuan at the beginning. He traveled around Peking, Xi’an, Xiamen and Guangzhou, and Sun Fuyuan accompanied him all the way as a student. It was not until Sun Fuyuan joined the Kuomintang reorganization faction that the friendship between the two gradually drifted away.

Even so, Lu Xun never wrote an article to scold Sun Fuyuan, but only complained in a letter to his wife: “He (Sun Fuyuan) seems serious but not serious, slick but not slick, walks around vaguely, never meets him. The so-called embarrassment. However, whenever Xingjing has passed, he often leaves a little long-term trouble to clean up for others.”

  Sun Fuyuan is such a person. He always has a smile on his face. At first glance, he looks hypocritical, but he is actually sincere, and his sincerity is slick with three points. When the sky falls, it is estimated that he is still silly. He belongs to the kind of optimist who doesn’t care about everything, doesn’t worry about getting into trouble, but makes his friends come to wipe his ass.

  For example, a while ago, Sun Fuyuan served as the editor-in-chief of the supplement of the Central Daily. This is the official newspaper of the Kuomintang, it dares to serialize Guo Moruo’s “Qu Yuan”, and Lao Jiang is so angry that he personally instructs Sun Fuyuan to be dismissed. So Chen Bosheng, the president of the “Central Daily” office, was implicated. Chen Bosheng was a friend of Sun Fuyuan, and he was also Sun Fuyuan’s inviter to enter the “Central Daily”.

   Chen Bosheng was devastated by this incident, but Sun Fuyuan slapped his **** and walked away with a smile. Today, he dared to come to the Cathay Pacific Theater to see the premiere of “Qu Yuan”.

Sun Fuyuan was familiar with everyone, and his smile made it hard to refuse. At this time, he said: “Mr. Zhou is free tomorrow? I just have nothing to do, and I want to go to your house and ask some questions about literature. .”

   “Another day, I have something to do tomorrow.” Zhou Hexuan said.

   “Well, how about Saturday?” Sun Fuyuan asked again.

   “Yes, I’ll be waiting for you.” Zhou Hexuan had to agree, otherwise this person would continue to choose the date.

  …

   On the stage, late spring season.

Qu Yuan, played by Jin Shan, roamed in the orange orchard and recited lyrically: “Brilliant orange tree, with branches and leaves. Growing in the south, independent and unswerving… With deep roots, I am not afraid of snow and ice. …”

“it is good!”

  The audience clapped and shouted.

  Annand asked curiously, “Mr. Zhou, what is this play about?”

   Zhou Hexuan explained: “It is about Qu Yuan, a patriot in ancient China…”

  Annard enjoyed the play with great difficulty under Zhou Hexuan’s explanation, while other audience members were already immersed in the plot.

   Gradually played to the fifth act, Qu Yuan was imprisoned in the East Emperor Taiyi Temple. Suddenly, a symphony sounded on the stage, Qu Yuan sang “Ode to Thunder and Lightning” in the grand and magnificent accompaniment, and the furious emotions that had been brewing for a long time burst out: “Wind! Roar! Roar! Roar as much as you can! In this dark time , when everything is awake, all in a dream, when all is dead, it’s time for you to roar, when you should roar as best you can! You can’t wake them from their dreams, no matter how much you roar , can’t turn the dead to life, can’t blow away the darkness in front of the eyes that is heavier than iron…”

   Zhou Hexuan’s whole body stood upright when he heard it. Guo Moruo’s poem reciting on the spot was terrible. His emotions were not concealed, and he was wanton like a volcanic eruption.

   “Boom!”

   Suddenly, a spring thunder sounded, and white lightning flashed outside the window.

   At this moment, Qu Yuan was shouting on the stage: “You wind, you thunder, you electricity, everything you roar in this darkness, everything that shines…”

  The inside and outside of the theater reflect each other, as if the sky also senses the darkness of this era.

   That powerful and suffocating momentum broke through the long-held spiritual gate, and under the background of lightning and thunder outside the window, it shocked all the audience in the Cathay Pacific Theater.

   Zhou Hexuan turned his head to look at Sun Fuyuan not far away, secretly admiring the courage of this man. This drama almost didn’t point at Lao Jiang’s nose and scolded his mother. Sun Fuyuan dared to serialize the script in the supplement of “Central Daily”, his head is really iron!

   When the performance was over, the audience stood up and the applause lasted for several minutes before it stopped.

   Next, “Qu Yuan” was performed at the Cathay Pacific Theater for 17 consecutive days. From morning to night, the venue was full, with nearly 300,000 viewers. In addition, this drama gradually spread from Chongqing to various places, and its social impact far exceeded that of “The Little Prince”. Whether it was leftists, liberals, or patriotic officials and generals from the Kuomintang Party, they all expressed their sincere love. admiration.

   In June, the main city of Chongqing is directly banned from performing, and “Qu Yuan” can only be moved to the surrounding districts and counties.

   As soon as the crew of “Qu Yuan” arrived in Beibei, the Kuomintang sent spy agents to find Liu Zhongyi, director of Beibei public education: “This drama is very inflammatory. It has been banned in Shangfeng, Chongqing, you should stop it immediately.”

  Liu Zhongyi said: “This is arranged by the Administration. I have no right to cancel it. If you don’t believe me, go to Director Lu.”

Lu Ziying didn’t abandon the spy at all, and said to Liu Zhongyi under pressure: “Don’t care about him, every day when you perform, you can sit in a rattan chair at the entrance of the stage. The name of the supervisor is to prevent the spy from destroying. If something happens, you can find me. I’m always in the theater.”

   Neither of them were Communists, but local officials in Chongqing. They supported “Qu Yuan” out of patriotic enthusiasm, even if they were dismissed afterwards.

   Many people from neighboring districts and counties such as Jiangbei, Baxian, Bishan, Hechuan, etc., heard that “Qu Yuan” could still be seen in Beibei, and they came together one after another, causing all Beibei hotels to be full. Jiangbei County is next to Beibei, and the audience there found that they could not find a hotel, so they simply walked home in the middle of the night after watching the performance.

   In order to watch a play, I walked dozens of hundreds of kilometers, and even went to sleep in the open. It is conceivable how influential “Qu Yuan” was.

  This is the most sensational event in the literary and art circles this year, Zhou Hexuan and “The Little Prince” have to step aside.