Back to 80: My Literary Life

They are all smart people and keep their words to the point.

The two of them didn't continue talking about this topic. After a while, they saw that it was almost time to get off work and went home.

After dinner at their parents' house in the evening, the couple took their children out to play. This was Fang Minghua's task.

Now that "Swordsman in the Snow" has been completed, "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit" is also in the process of intense preparation. Zhang Yimou has taken people to drive to various counties in Guanzhong to find suitable shooting locations, but this has nothing to do with Fang Minghua. thing.

I don’t write anything for the time being, so I have a lot of leisure in the evening.

I took my son to drive to my mother-in-law’s house, and then took my daughter out for a stroll in Xincheng Square or the nearby Revolution Park area.

Now both children can walk, and their short legs move very fast. You have to keep an eye on each one, otherwise they will disappear in a blink of an eye. There are cars everywhere on the road.

Fortunately, there is a new children's playground in Revolution Park, which has slides, trampolines, and a merry-go-round. The two children now like to come here the most.

Today, the couple took their children to the playground in the park. First, one child took a ride on the merry-go-round, and then the two children went to play on the trampoline. The adults just watched outside.

I can finally take a break, it’s so tiring to take care of the kids.

Fang Minghua sat down on the stone chair.

Song Tangtang was very patient and stood on the side looking at the child.

"Tangtang, stop looking, sit down and take a rest." Fang Minghua shouted.

Song Tangtang looked at the two children who were having fun, then came over to sit next to Fang Minghua and said.

"The kids are small, and I'm afraid of being crushed by the older kids."

"It's okay. It's okay to be overwhelmed. It's normal for children to bump into each other." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Song Tangtang glared at him.

Doesn't that mean you, a father, are so big-hearted?

However, she was still very obedient and sat next to her husband.

"Oh, I almost forgot one thing. I'm going to Yanjing in a few days. What do you want to bring to your grandparents?" Fang Minghao said.

"Going on a business trip again?"

"Have a meeting." Fang Minghua simply told his wife what happened.

After hearing this, Song Tangtang thought for a moment, smiled, and said in a teasing tone:

"Hey, Comrade Minghua, it looks like he's about to be promoted again."

"What kind of official is an official in the Writers' Association? It's just a matter of reputation."

"That is also an affirmation of your achievements in the field of literature. Isn't Jia Pingwa envious?"

"I had a long talk about coming to my office this afternoon." Fang Minghua said truthfully.

"Among the four of you, Jia Pingwa is the most enthusiastic about the promotion. It's normal for him to say so." Song Tangtang said.

"This may not be a bad thing. If the Writers Association is a mess, someone must take care of it." Fang Minghua chuckled.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. This time you go to Yanjing and bring some ginseng and royal jelly to my grandma and grandpa. They are old and weak, so they need to take a good supplement."

"OK, no problem."

After May Day, Fang Minghua took a luggage bag containing several boxes of ginseng and royal jelly and boarded the train to Yanjing.

Of course he was not alone. He was also accompanied by Hu Cai, Chairman of the Writers Association, Du Pengcheng, Vice Chairman, Wang Wenshi, Liu Ruobing, Liu Jianjun and others. They are all members of the National Writers Association Council and are officially participating in the meeting this time.

These days, hard sleeper train tickets have become difficult to buy. Although, except for Fang Minghua, the others are all in their sixties or seventies, they are not all lower berths. There are middle berths and an upper berth.

As expected, Fang Minghua climbed to the upper bunk, where several old people were chatting below.

Fang Minghua took the radio and listened to a one-man show from Qin Province.

Recently, a man named "Wang Mudu" in Xijing City suddenly became popular. He speaks authentic Guanzhong dialect with a very strong accent. His speech is dull, his behavior is both smart and confused, and he is both kind and selfish. His one-man shows are particularly popular.

It combines the characteristics of stand-up comedy, stories and dramas. Fang Minghua feels that it is very similar to later talk shows.

"My name is Wang Mudu, my sister's name is Wang Maogai, and my wife's name is Li Yaomei." Fang Minghua was listening to Wang Mudu's "Qin Opera Song, Dance and Divorce" with great interest when he heard someone calling him from the lower bunk.

"Minghua, why are you listening to Wang Mudu again?"

Fang Minghua stretched out his head and looked down and saw Liu Jianjun sitting on the lower bunk.

Of course, he is not his soon-to-be brother-in-law Liu Jianjun, but the director of the Chinese Department of Western University and a director of the Chinese Writers Association.

When Liu Jianjun asked this question, Fang Minghua replied: "Yes, it sounds good."

"Does it sound good? I asked Shi Guoqing to come to your office to give you a special talk that day!"

"Okay, I give you a warm welcome." Fang Minghua said.

Everyone laughed.

Wang Mudu’s real name is Shi Guoqing. He is not an ordinary citizen but a teacher in the Department of Chemistry at Northwest University!

He said that one-man show was just his hobby. He was from the same university as Liu Jianjun, so he naturally knew him, so he just mentioned it.

Just kidding of course.

"Minghua, let's continue talking about the writing seminar held in Huashan in early April." Liu Jianjun continued: "New realistic novels and writing realism are the strengths of our writers in Qin Province. The trend in the literary world is finally changing. , we are all praising you.”

"Really? Director Liu, just don't scold me." Fang Minghua said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "At first I wrote avant-garde novels such as stream of consciousness and magical realism. Later, the literary world was filled with various avant-garde novels, realism, etc. The tactics were thrown aside, and many people blamed me."

"Haha. You kid, you're quite sensible! You're the one who promotes those things, and you've made our Qin Province writers so embarrassed? Many people are telling me that I can't write novels anymore!" The speaker was Du Pengcheng.

Du Pengcheng and Fang Ming are close friends, so he was casual about what he said.

Du Pengcheng was also telling the truth.

Perhaps the land of Qin Province is too heavy, and the tradition of realistic writing is too deep, so avant-garde modernist writing can never keep up with writers from other provinces.

Now, except for Fang Minghua, there is really no one who can master this kind of writing skill very well.

"Minghua."

"Huh? Chairman Hu?" Fang Minghua lowered his head and looked at Hu Cai who was sitting in the corner of the lower bunk.

"When you go to Yanjing for a meeting this time, you can talk about this new realistic novel at the right opportunity at the meeting!" Hu Cai said.

"Chairman Hu, I'm just attending the meeting and I don't have the right to speak." Fang Minghua said quickly.

"There is an academic seminar inside, not an election for the chairman of the Writers Association. What qualifications do you need to speak?!" Hu Cai said: "Also, we have so many member representatives in Qin Province, why don't we let others participate, but let you, the newly added representative, participate?!"

Fuck!

That's not what you said in your office at the beginning!

"Okay, okay, Lao Hu, just tell the truth." Du Pengcheng next to him said.

Although Hu Cai is the chairman and Du Pengcheng is the vice chairman, the latter has a higher prestige in the literary world of Qin Province than the former.

After all, Hu Cai mainly focuses on literary criticism, while Du Pengcheng is directly enshrined with a book "Defending Yan'an".

It is said that after liberation, he was cordially received by the great man in Yanjing.

"Okay, since Lao Du said so, I'll show you the bottom line." Hu Cai's face was not as serious as before: "According to the discussion of the presidium of the National Writers Association, we are preparing to hold this council meeting and add you as a director of the Writers Association."