Back to 80: My Literary Life

"People's Daily"? !

Wang Zi's eyes widened in surprise.

"Will People's Daily publish such an article?"

"Yes, they not only consider literature, but also politics and society, and these diaries of yours definitely meet their requirements." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

At this time, Fang Minghua's family was sending Wang Zi back to his hometown of Shencheng.

Originally, Wang Zi planned to stay in Xijing for a week, but due to the warm hospitality of Fang Minghua's family and the fun and delicious food in Xijing, he stayed there for more than 20 days, and he felt like he was happy to be there.

In the girl's words, if we don't leave, we won't have time to return to Shanghai.

"Sister Wang Zi, I want to come and play in the future." Ruirui held Wang Zi's hand reluctantly.

"Well, I will come to see Ruirui and Lele in the future. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye sister!"

Fang Minghua watched the girl pass the ticket gate with her luggage bag, and then drove home with Song Tangtang and their two children.

On the way home, Song Tangtang said with a smile: "Minghua, Wang Zi is already a celebrity now. Reporters will definitely interview her as soon as school starts."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Fang Minghua said while driving.

"Minghua, when you submitted Wang Zi's diary to the People's Daily, it was not just for her, but did you also have the intention of taking the opportunity to promote teaching support?"

"Yes, those propaganda articles in newspapers are far more shocking than the most real feelings of a volunteer teacher from the front line. Maybe in a few years, I will also want to volunteer in remote mountainous areas."

"Are you going to support teaching?" Song Tangtang was surprised to hear this.

"Why, are you kidding me that I can't do math, physics, and chemistry? You can teach a primary school arithmetic, right?" Fang Minghua said, half joking and half serious.

"I don't dare. Minghua, why are you so concerned about this matter?"

"Because, in this era, knowledge can really change destiny. Look at the rural children in Bench Village and Liushudian. If they receive a good education, they may be admitted to college, which will change their lives."

"Even if they didn't go to college, they learned knowledge, broadened their horizons, and had their own ideals and goals in life, instead of being like their parents: 30 acres of land, a cow, a wife, and children."

"In this sense, this era is the best era for ordinary people. As long as you work hard, everything is possible." Fang Minghua said lightly.

"Then you mean that in a few years, ordinary people will have fewer opportunities?"

“Ever heard of the term class solidification?”

"No."

"If you read Marx's 1844 Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts, you will understand the meaning of this word."

After sending Wang Zi away, Fang Minghua's life returned to peace. In the past few days, the child's grandparents missed their grandson, so they asked Fang Minghua to take the child back to the military compound. Fang Minghua was also happy to relax for two days.

Song Tangtang still leaves early and returns late. Now Zhao Hongjun almost stays in Haikou and never comes back. Song Tangtang is not only responsible for the affairs of the film and television company, but also for the entire group.

Recently, the group is negotiating with the city department store. Shengshi Group wants to buy the department store building it currently rents.

In the 1990s, the individual business economy developed rapidly. The state-owned department stores that had been so prosperous in the 1980s declined rapidly, and their front lines began to shrink. Many business premises and other fixed assets were idle, and selling them could help mobilize funds.

This afternoon, Fang Minghua made a meal. When he saw Song Tangtang coming back from work, he brought it to the dining table and waited for his wife to change clothes and eat together.

Millet porridge, steamed buns, cucumber salad and a plate of tomatoes and scrambled eggs, very simple.

"How's the negotiation going?" Fang Minghua asked while eating.

"The two sides are just in contact. It's still early. The other party's price is too high, and the Red Army will stay in Hainan for a day and won't come back. This matter needs to be discussed with him."

Of course Fang Minghua knew what Zhao Hongjun was doing in Haikou on such a hot day.

Isn’t it because of the child in the belly of that female secretary Liu Xue?

Now hearing his wife's complaints, Fang Minghua comforted him: "Don't be in a hurry, let's talk slowly, you guys are not in a hurry anyway, maybe they will lower the price if they can't bear it any longer.

"Yeah, let me show you a poem." Song Tangtang suddenly thought of something, walked into the bedroom, took out a magazine from his bag and handed it to Fang Minghua.

It's Reader's Digest.

In the 1980s, "Reader's Digest", "Zhiyin", "Story Club" and "Youth Digest" were rated as the four major magazines. In particular, "Reader's Digest" is known as "Asia's No. 1 Periodical", with an average monthly circulation of more than 2 million copies, beating all domestic magazines.

"Learning from both China and foreign countries, gathering the essence, enlightening thoughts, and broadening horizons." is the purpose of Reader's Digest. In this era without the Internet and smartphones, it tells readers what the outside world is like.

Although many of the articles above are obviously "filtered" in Fang Minghua's opinion, they have indeed soothed the hearts of many young people.

Song Tangtang also likes to read, and buys a book from the newsstand from time to time for entertainment.

Today is the latest edition of Reader's Digest.

"Look at the frontispiece of this issue." Song Tangtang pointed at the magazine and said.

is a poem.

It's Wang Guozhen's "If Life Isn't Generous enough"

If life is not generous enough,

Nor do we have to be stingy in return.

Why bother calculating carefully?

Which one is more, giving or getting?

"If you look at this poem, it is obviously an imitation of Pushkin's "If Life Deceived You," Song Tangtang said:

"But the imitation is also very poor. It doesn't have the profound philosophy and charm of the original poem. I don't understand why such a poem was published, and it's even the frontispiece!

"So, Wang Guozhen is Wang Guozhen, and he can't be Pushkin." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Why are you angry? This poem, at least the sentences are relatively smooth, and it can give people some chicken soup, although it has no nutrition."

"Why, you think it's good too?"

"It's not that I think it's good, but now it's becoming popular in the poetry world. Do you think every poet can write "Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, facing the sea" like Haizi? Besides, Haizi is still recovering from illness and can't write poetry."

"Hey," Song Tangtang sighed and said nothing more.

"Let's eat. I'll go get you another bowl of millet porridge." Fang Minghua stood up after saying that.

This kind of chat between husband and wife will not have any results. They are no longer at the age of arguing over a poem.

On August 7, Fang Minghua suddenly saw a message.

Comrade Zhou Keqin, vice chairman of the Sichuan Writers Association and winner of the Mao Dun Literature Prize, passed away due to illness.