Chapter 1 The young janitor of the magazine
Life is so full of drama.
Fang Minghua remembered that it was still the middle of winter the night before, and the cat was holding his cell phone in bed. When he woke up, it was already early autumn. What was even more outrageous was that he was in Xijing City, Qin Province in September 1980.
Although it is September, the weather in Xijing is still relatively hot, and the cicadas on the plane trees outside the gate are a bit disturbing.
Fang Minghua sat bored in the guard room, staring blankly at the bicycle repair stall across the street and the occasional passing vendor pushing a bicycle and wearing a straw hat selling popsicles.
"I sell popsicles and ice cream. Popsicles cost 2 cents each and ice cream costs 5 cents each. If it's not sweet, no money."
A standard Guanzhong accent is full of temptation.
Just half a month ago, my spirit transmigrated into the body of this young man named Fang Minghua and became an employee of the security department of "Yanhe" magazine. It may be said that he is an employee of the security department, but he is actually the gatekeeper. .
Before time travel, he graduated from the Chinese Department of a second-rate university, worked as a third-rate writer, a fourth-rate screenwriter, wrote online articles, and worked in self-media. He can be regarded as a literary young man who loves literature - no, it should be As an old literary young man who is over thirty, it is not too bad to be able to come to the most authoritative literary magazine in Qin Province sponsored by the Xijing Writers Association branch.
But he turned out to be the gatekeeper!
Fortunately, they are not temporary workers but regular employees of the magazine, that is, they are established!
We are also considered people within the system, right?
This is because Fang Minghua’s father, a former employee of the security department, retired early and took over as his son.
Fang Minghua is 20 years old this year. After graduating from junior high school, he responded to the country’s call for educated youth to go to the mountains and countryside to join the team in Gansu Province. After staying there for three years, national policies changed and a large number of educated youth returned to the city. Fang Minghua returned to his hometown of Xijing City. After two years of being unemployed at home, he finally replaced his father and became an employee of a magazine.
Having graduated from junior high school, he was naturally not qualified to review manuscripts. Finally, the leader asked him to inherit his father's business and go to the gate.
The job of guarding the door is actually very leisurely. The magazine office is not as good as the key departments of the party and government, and the management of the door guards is not so strict, so they spend a lot of time fishing. However, after the leaders issued their words, they should pay attention to a situation that must not happen - that is, the incident where some young people with literary dreams sneak into the magazine with their manuscripts and ask to see a certain editor for review.
I would even get emotional in the office and argue with the editor: Why don’t you publish such an excellent novel, poetry, and prose of mine? !
But this did not happen today.
Look at the sun that has already set to the west. The hands of the wall clock on the wall of the guard room indicate just past five o'clock, and there is still one hour before get off work ends.
The day of fishing is almost over.
"Brother Minghua"
A young man with a crew cut came in at the door. He was not tall, stocky, and looked honest.
Fang Minghua knew that his name was Zhang Baofu. He was 19 years old and had just joined the magazine. He lived in a rural area on the eastern outskirts of the city.
He didn’t have a staff and was hired temporarily to look after the door—it was said that he was a distant relative of a certain leader of the magazine.
Zhang Baofu is a young man who is very active in his work. No, he came here before it was time to change his shift.
"Brother Minghua, please go home from get off work. I'll come and see the door." Zhang Baofu said.
Fang Minghua was not polite and said thank you. Suddenly he discovered that the white shirt Zhang Baofu wore today actually had a pen inserted in the breast pocket.
Huh? He also has the temperament of a cultural person.
Fang Minghua stood up and pointed at the registration book on the table: "This needs to be registered, and the door key is in the drawer, don't lose it."
"Don't worry, Minghua Brother.”
Fang Minghua nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. He turned back to get some toilet paper and walked towards the office building.
It felt much better after squatting in the toilet for a while. After washing his hands, Fang Minghua had just walked to the lobby of the office building when he heard a quarrel coming from the door. He saw Zhang Baofu arguing with a young man about something.
The thin young man was wearing a 65-proof green t-shirt, with a yellow satchel slung across his body, his hair parted to the side, his face full of youthful pimples, and two pens stuck in his chest.
Fang Minghua suddenly remembered a meme he had seen online. These days, if you have one pen, you are a middle school student, if you have two pens, you are a college student, and if you have three pens, you are a pen repairer.
This is a standard college student.
Fang Minghua walked over slowly and asked: "Baofu, what happened?"
"He insisted on going in to see Editor Zhang! He barged in without a letter of introduction and work permit!" Zhang Baofu He said quickly.
Fang Minghua knows that Editor-in-Chief Zhang, named Zhang Pixiang, is the chief editor of the editorial department of Yanhe magazine, a person who is loved and hated by literary young people.
I don’t know how many manuscripts he shot, and he ended the literary dreams of countless young people.
"I don't have a work ID, but I have this!" The young man pointed to the school badge on his chest, which read "Northwestern Polytechnical University" in red letters on a white background.
Watermelon is big, 985, a school that cultivates great talents! Although there is no such thing as 985 this year,
Fang Minghua was immediately in awe.
“This is my student ID card!” The young man seemed worried that Fang Minghua wouldn’t believe it, so he took out a red notebook from the yellow satchel he was carrying and gave it to him.
Fang Minghua took it and looked at it. It read Class 3, Grade 79, Liu Jianjun.
He returned his student ID card to the other party and said in a kind tone: "Classmate Liu Jianjun, what do you want from Editor Zhang?"
"I have a poem manuscript that I want to submit to Editor Zhang!"
"Yan" "River" magazine was founded in 1956 and was sponsored by the Qin Provincial Writers Association. It was a pure literary publication integrating poetry, prose, essays, and novels. It was called "little people's literature" at the time and had a great influence in the northwest and even the whole country. It was especially popular among It is welcomed by young literary people in this province, so it is not uncommon for people to submit articles.
Fang Minghua still had a kind face: "Student, you are welcome to submit manuscripts, but according to regulations, you can only mail your manuscripts to the editorial department. If you don't know the address, I can tell you."
" Of course I know! The last poem I wrote was ignored by the editorial office, and I was dissatisfied!" Liu Jianjun suddenly became excited: "This time I wrote a new poem, and I want to hand it over directly to Editor Zhang!"
"No, Editor Zhang is very busy. How can I have time to see you?! Hurry up!" Perhaps Fang Minghua's arrival gave Zhang Baofu the confidence and his tone of voice became tougher.
"I have documents, why do you stop me?! I want to see Editor Zhang!" Liu Jianjun didn't show any weakness, and the two of them started fighting at the door.
People coming in and out of the gate looked at them, but they were used to it. Fang Minghua hurriedly pulled Liu Jianjun into the guard room.
"Classmate, don't be so excited. Editor Zhang may not pay attention to you if you force your way in." Fang Minghua still patiently advised.
But I was muttering in my heart.
What a fool.
If I hadn’t seen that you are a college student and the pride of heaven, I would have kicked you out!
Looking at this "stubborn cow", Fang Minghua thought for a while and said:
"How about you let me read the poem first? Study and study. If it is really good, I will help you think about it. Thinking of a way?”
“Just you?”
Liu Jianjun looked at Fang Minghua.
Tall, fair and handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
However, what counts these days is talent!
What poetry do you know as a gatekeeper?
(End of this chapter)