I finally made up my mind to write to He Qizhi. At that time, telephones were not as convenient as they are now, and the habitual means of communication relied on letters.

The reason why I have written a letter to He Qizhi as the beginning of my article is indeed because this letter is too memorable in all my correspondence, a letter that I have been waiting for for four years and can finally put pen to paper: I will officially report to him for the first time the news of the completion of the novel "White Deer Plain".

This manuscript was written on the 25th day of the lunar month in 1991. I only told my wife and children, and at the same time told them to keep their mouths shut for the time being.

I don't want to disclose this news not out of mystery, but just because I'm not sure if I should put this manuscript out for a while.

In the winter of 1991, when the official draft of this novel was nearing completion, I was not sure about the demands of society on literature and the endurance of certain aspects touched on in the exploration of literary works.

If it were not the artistic defects of the work, but some aspect of the work could not be tolerated, I decided to seal it up, and when the society had become more tolerant of literature than to accept it, it would not be too late to submit the manuscript, and I even conceived that the time would be longer, and that the children would do it after me, and if it could not be published because of the mere defect of artistic ability, I did not hesitate to say to my wife that I would go and raise chickens.

The reason is very simple, I am fifty years old, and I am not qualified to publish novels, so I would rather give up my position as a professional writer and only use it as an amateur literary hobby.

No matter what kind of ending it will be, it will not affect the mood and progress of continuing to write this work, as a long story that took four years to write, I must draw the last punctuation mark to finish, and the mood is still calm.

At the beginning of 1992, I heard an excerpt from ***'s speech on the radio news in the early morning.

We must emancipate our minds a little more and be a little more courageous...... As soon as I was excited, I decided that as soon as the manuscript of this novel was completed, I would send it out, and there would be no need to delay or put it on hold for a day.

The reason is too simple, and society's tolerance for a specific novel will inevitably follow two

"One point" quickly became stronger. The key is only a question of the artistic ability of my own novel, which needs to be tested, first of all, the editor.

When I think of He Qizhi, I naturally think of the People's Literature Publishing House, where he works. The People's Literature Publishing House is the high gatehouse of the literary and artistic book publishing system, and it is really a little timid to think about this floor.

Not to mention whether the "big store bullies customers" or not, no matter what, I still can't fill the majestic spirit of entering a big store.

However, thinking of his old friend He Qizhi, who has been paying attention to this manuscript, let him take a look at it first and listen to his first impressions and opinions, which is the most reassuring thing.

After the Spring Festival, I sat down to review the manuscript of the book I had just written, and made the final text review, which was much easier than the writing process.

Around the end of February of the Gregorian calendar, I decided to write a letter to He Qizhi, reporting the news of the completion of the long form, and asking for the opinion that I should send the manuscript or that he should send someone to pick it up.

If someone can be sent, it will be scheduled until late March. According to my review progress, the time limit for late March is more than enough.

The only suggestive request in the letter that might surprise Lao He was that he would send an editor with relatively new literary concepts to pick up the manuscript and read it, which was a kind of protective psychology for all my investment in this novel, for fear that something would still be the same

The dogma of the "left" was spitted to death in one gulp. It was only after the letter was sent that I realized that the manuscript of the book "Bai" was about to enter the high gatehouse of the People's Literature Publishing House.