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Zhang Yang and the second handshake.

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News.dayoo.com June 22, 2004 Source: Guangzhou Daily.

Zhang Yang was born in Changge, Henan Province on May 1944 and grew up in Changsha, Hunan Province. 196 10 published her debut in June, and wrote the first draft of the second handshake in February1963; Rewrite it more than ten times in the next ten years. Zhang Yang was arrested in June 1975 and sentenced to death. 1979 65438+ 10 month rehabilitated. The novel The Second Handshake was officially published in July of the same year, with a total print run of 4.3 million copies, ranking second in the print run of contemporary novels since the founding of the People's Republic of China and first in the new period. This book is considered to have touched the people of China for a whole era!

Zhang Yang 1994 was elected as the vice chairman of Hunan Writers Association. 1979 Up to now, about 4 million words of short stories, reportage, biographical literature, essays, essays, papers and other works have been published. At present, he has devoted himself to writing a new version of "The Second Handshake". People expect this book and the TV series of the same name to make a second sensation in China.

Encounter Zhang Yang

During the "Cultural Revolution", Zhang Yang's novel Return spread like wildfire in the form of a manuscript, which became a text that many literary lovers and rural educated youth could not put down.

By describing the different experiences of intellectuals such as Su Guanlan, Ding Jieqiong and Ye, Zhang Yang's novels depict the old generation of scientists' attachment to the motherland and their humanistic feelings for their confidants, and boldly eulogize their sincere love and the process of never turning back despite difficulties. This novel touched me deeply. At that time, I was fascinated and flamboyant, and how many times I met in my dreams.

Until the end of the "Cultural Revolution", Zhang Yang was rehabilitated and released. The novel was renamed "The Second Handshake", which was grandly published in 1979, with a total of 250,000 words and reprinted with a total print run of 4.3 million copies.

I met Mr. Zhang Yang at a pen meeting held by China Writers magazine in August. 1986. At that time, Zhang Yang lived and wrote in Beijing. The teachers invited to give lectures to the students are the old professor Wen and him. At that time, he didn't seem to have fully recovered, and his body was thin and pale, showing a state of malnutrition. However, in the nearly two-hour speech in the auditorium, he was full of passion and tears, and told how he wrote the Second Handshake in a difficult environment. This speech attracted more than ten applause from the audience. He also talked about the shortcomings of the novel and expressed a regret that the novel could have been more refined and appealing in the style of language art.

Make public that "the family has a fairy wife"

Zhang Yang was the vice chairman of Hunan Writers Association. He has been writing. In the mid-1980s, he wrote a novel "Gold Foil", which was published by Huacheng Publishing House, mainly reflecting how the scientific and technical personnel who developed China's first artificial satellite got out of the difficult course. The number of words in this novel is the highest in Hunan Province and one of the few in China. After that, he went on to write several documentary literary works.

During this period, Zhang Yang was destined to meet a confidante. Because of similar interests, a female lawyer in Shenyang, who is ten years younger than him, fell in love with her and married her, becoming Zhang Yang's right-hand man in her career and a pillar in Zhang Yang's complicated family affairs. Therefore, Zhang Yang wrote an article praising his wife, "There is a fairy-like wife at home".

"Like all divorced people, I don't want to talk about failure or even recall it. After talking about the reason once or twice, I simply replied,' I don't want to argue anymore'. Indeed, we quarreled for several years, more than ten years, until twenty years. No matter who was right or wrong, we should have broken up long ago because of this endless quarrel, but like most people in China, we barely maintained it until we met her. ...

"She was rated as the best lawyer at the provincial level, a civilized lawyer and a' political and legal policeman satisfied by the people', and so on. But she took all this lightly and never mentioned it. Since she joined me, she left the metropolis where she grew up, her parents, brothers and sisters, the familiar business environment, and lived in seclusion. In order to help me create, she mastered computer technology. Here, she used her savings to buy a house and settle down. ...

"Her eyes are big and bright, tall, fair-skinned, straight-backed, dignified and elegant. I've seen her work a case. She is an expert in capturing, analyzing and using evidence. She remained calm in court until she killed each other. Sometimes, not only does the other party lose the case, but it also impresses the other party. Ask her to be a legal adviser as soon as she leaves the court. Once or twice, she realized the nature of the matter, searched deeply, locked it with a strict chain of evidence, and found clues to criminal offences in civil cases until the other party was sent in ... all these are easy to imagine her as a sharp and aggressive' strong woman'; In fact, she is reserved and cautious, smiling in front of everyone, alone in an inconspicuous corner. When I bid farewell to that metropolis, the heads of the Law Firm of the Justice Department and the Provincial Lawyers Association said to me,' You have taken away our best lawyer!'

"The first thing she said was to find my mother! She was talking about my mother. She brought the old man. She said that she is good to the elderly: the mountains are good, the water is good, the air is good, and the house is good … but I know that first of all, she is good! How many daughters-in-law are willing to live with their mother-in-law, especially those with high cultural quality and successful career? She said mom can't stay with the nanny all the time! She needs family, and we must be in front of her 24 hours a day. "

The propaganda of seclusion

In the new century, Zhang Yang returned to Hunan. I passed Changsha several times and visited him in Hunan Writers Association. The answer is that he is not here.

In the autumn of 2003, I went back to my hometown to visit relatives and stayed at my cousin Yahui's house as usual. The painter Yahui made more friends with literati. He said you came at the right time, and I invited Zhang Yang to dinner at home tonight. Make public? I listened to the in the mind zheng, this publicity is not another publicity? He said it was Zhang Yang, and now he lives in seclusion here. I wonder how you can get him since you live in seclusion. The painter said, don't forget, I come from Dawei Mountain, and we are all from that mountain.

While speaking, Zhang Yang arrived, his body was still the same, as if he had grown stronger than before, and there were not many wrinkles on his face, but his skin color was really like a mountain man. His wife followed, smiling at us.

I stepped forward to shake hands with him and asked him if he remembered me. Beijing 1986. He remembered, a little surprised. Why did you come from here? This place is nice! I know that in 1960s, Zhang Yang lived in that mountainous area when he was young. It was an era of hunger and poverty. Hunger and poverty not only lay in material things, but also in the desert of literature. So unwilling to sink, Zhang Yang picked up a pen to write a novel, depicting those people who are flesh and blood, affectionate and righteous. I wanted to explore further, when my cousin invited everyone to have dinner together.

It's really an authentic Liuyang specialty, made by my cousin's parents. Red, orange, yellow, blue and purple frequently appear between red wine and vegetables, just like a painter's heavy color ink painting. Zhang Yang ate well that night, as if he had returned to his hometown. Zhang Yang put the tip of a green chopstick in his mouth, stopped chopsticks with relish, and said happily, "If it's good, it's good.".

I seem to have found the feeling that he came here to live.

After returning to Wuhan, when I wanted to write to Zhang Yang, I sincerely asked him to explain the reason for his seclusion on the phone, but he refused. However, he sent me the preface of daweishan town written by He Zhi.

38 years ago in September 1965, I went to the countryside from Changsha. After a short rest in Chengguan, continue to go east. After Guandu, towering mountains began to appear on the left horizon in the direction of the motorcade, rolling like natural barriers. The farther east you go, the more majestic and steep the mountain is; When we got off the bus, we could see a towering mountain standing in front of us. One after another, the peaks of that mountain stretch into the distance until they disappear on the horizon; The mountains are colorful, blue and purple, changing endlessly and full of weather. ...

During the May Day holiday this year, I visited Mr. Zhang Yang in my hometown.

After a well-informed literary friend led the way, he turned around and went to the suburbs, and came to Mr. Zhang Yang's seclusion. There is a peach tree forest everywhere, and the peach blossoms are burning red, just like coming to the Peach Blossom Garden. Zhang Yang's house looks like a bungalow with a small building inside. Call Mr. Zhang Yang outside. The black dog in front of his house is so powerful. Zhang Yang and his wife heard the news and stopped the dog from jumping and barking. The host greeted him with open arms. On both sides of the door, pumpkins, eggplants, peppers and cucumbers, and the border vegetable gardens on the left and right sides are thriving and green, all of which reproduce Zhang Yang's farming style when he was an educated youth.

The computer on the desk is on. Obviously, Mr Zhang Yang is writing something. It doesn't seem appropriate to sit and bother, so I cut to the chase: "What are you writing these days, Mr. Zhang Yang?" "Novel, modify" The Second Handshake "to make this book more mature in connotation and art," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "The publishing house has been pushing the manuscript, but I have to take my time. Fortunately, it will be released soon. "

Zhang Yang said that a few years ago, he also began to brew another novel, tentatively named "The Seventh Kiss". I asked if it was a romance novel, and he said that although romance is definitely different from some writers' ideas and styles, they will not follow the trend and follow the fashion, even if they sharpen their swords for ten years.

Zhang Yang seldom goes to public places, has little contact with the media, and rarely goes to the streets of small towns. Therefore, his clothes are still the old style. He eats vegetables in his garden and his wife goes to the grocery store to buy daily necessities. But there is one place he often goes, and that is the Liuyang River.

When we left, he said let's go together. When I came to Liuyang River, I heard the waves of the river and the wind blowing from the shore.

Mr. Zhang Yang said: The greatest charm of Liuyang River lies in that it starts from Dawei Mountain, and no matter how many turns it has made, it is indomitable towards its goal. He said, now that I am 60 years old, how many people can be 60 years old in my life, so I decided to calm down and write two good books for future generations.