Chapter 32: Going to Southern Xinjiang to Collect Styles (please collect votes to read)
Fortunately, Du Pengcheng, vice chairman of the Writers Association, walked in, and the conference room immediately became quiet, and Fang Minghua also quickly took out his notebook from his yellow satchel Prepare records.
Du Pengcheng is sixty this year. After Liu Qing, another literary figure in Qin Province, died of illness three years ago, he is the only remaining fruit of his generation and has a high prestige in the literary world of Qin Province.
Today he was wearing a blue Mao suit and speaking in a strong Guanzhong accent: "I have called you here today mainly to talk to you about one thing. The National Writers Association is going to organize a writer-collection event and give our Xijing branch points An indicator.”
Writer’s interview?
Good thing.
Go out for a walk, go deep into cities, companies and rural areas to accumulate materials for writing, not to mention this is an activity organized by the National Writers Association.
One indicator is a bit too little, right?
Everyone started talking in low voices below.
But Du Pengcheng’s following words surprised everyone: “This collection activity is mainly to the troops in southern Xinjiang. We will go deep into the front lines, understand the soldiers’ battles and lives, discover touching deeds, and write high-quality military stories. Works.”
Military work?
No one has written about this kind of subject?
Everyone looked at each other.
We have to go to southern Xinjiang, there is a war in southern Xinjiang!
"Who is willing to sign up?" Du Pengcheng asked.
There was silence in the venue.
Du Pengcheng looked at everyone secretly anxious.
There is a lack of writers writing about military themes among the writers in Qin Province.
This may be related to the experience of these writers. Unlike writers with intellectual characteristics such as Liu Xinwu and Lu Xinhua from Yanjing, writers from Qin Province have more characteristics of worker and peasant writers: they basically Those who came from farmers and workers, such as Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa, wrote stories describing rural areas.
Hey.
I am getting older, and I am afraid of bringing trouble to the organization. Otherwise, I want to go to southern Xinjiang in person and go deep into the army, just like when I wrote "Defending Yan'an". As a war reporter, I moved to the northwest battlefield and became one with the soldiers. I will definitely write a touching novel.
But I am old.
"I'll go."
Suddenly a young man stood up. Du Pengcheng saw that it was Fang Minghua, who had just joined the Writers' Association.
Of course he knows him, he is the janitor of the magazine, but now he is the youngest writer of the Xijing Writers Association.
"Chairman Du, I am young and have not experienced war yet. I want to see it." Fang Minghua said.
Du Pengcheng greatly appreciated Fang Minghua’s attitude, but he still reminded: "Comrade Xiao Fang, this interview is not for fun or freshness, but to write a work! In addition, Southern Xinjiang is still Fighting is relatively dangerous, so you have to think about it carefully."
"I have thought about it carefully." Fang Minghua looked calm: "Someone has to do dangerous things, right? Fighting, in addition."
At this point, Fang Minghua paused: "I have never written a military work, but I want to try it."
"Okay! You are a very motivated person. ! Comrade Xiaofang, then we recommend you go, and we will notify the leaders of the society. As for you, be prepared.”
"Okay."
The meeting also talked about some things that the Writers Association has to do recently, and then adjourned the meeting.
"Xiao Fang, you must pay attention to safety when you go. Don't go to dangerous places." Li Tianfang warned.
"Don't worry, Sister Li, I will pay attention. I will definitely not go to dangerous places." Fang Minghua said jokingly, "I am still young and not married."
This moment made Li Tianfang laugh again.
"Look. You said you don't want to find a partner? Are you saying what's in your heart?"
"Xiao Fang, I admire you!" At this time, Jia Pingwa also interjected: "But Sister Li is right, You must pay attention to safety, we will have a drink together when we come back." Oops
Fang Minghua couldn't laugh or cry, he just went to the front line to collect news, and it seemed like he was parting from life or death.
Fang Minghua is going to southern Xinjiang to collect news!
The news quickly spread throughout the magazine, and everyone started talking about it.
Some people appreciated Fang Minghua's courage, but some secretly called him a melon.
Writers go out to collect stories every year, why do they have to go to that place?
Of course, some people analyzed that this was because he had just joined the Writers Association and wanted to be in the limelight.
Of course, Fang Minghua doesn't care about these discussions.
Before traveling, he had seen and heard too much on the Internet, and he wanted to see this great war with his own eyes.
After I went home and told my family, my mother was very worried: "Xiaohua, please don't go there. I heard it's very dangerous there, just in case something happens to you."
< br>Father Fang Changhe was calm: "I'm just going to collect news, not fight, what are you afraid of?"
Soon, the official documents for the interview in southern Xinjiang were sent to the magazine, and President Huang expressed his agreement with a stroke of his pen. , Fang Minghua immediately started preparations before departure.
In fact, there is nothing to prepare. The janitor work is assigned by the leader of the unit, so I only bring some changes of clothes. Of course, there is one more thing, I am going to Western University and I won’t be able to go there for a few months. You need to take leave for correspondence courses.
We are going to leave on Wednesday. Today is Sunday and we have to go to Western University to attend classes. After class, Fang Minghua found the Chinese teacher in charge of their class, Mr. Xu. He naturally knew Fang Minghua and admired this student who was serious in class and excellent in Chinese. .
But when Fang Minghua took out the leave request slip and the letter from his unit, he was still surprised.
"What? You are a member of the Writers' Association?! Then why are you taking correspondence courses?!"
Fang Minghua was very humble: "I just joined the Writers' Association. Besides, correspondence courses are not just about learning Chinese. Writing, English, mathematics, etc., I want to improve myself comprehensively.”
“Hey, there is a writer in our class, and I, the Chinese teacher, don’t know how to teach him.” Teacher Xu said with emotion.
"Look at what you said. Teacher Xu, I still ask you to keep this matter a secret. There is no need to let more people know. I still want to concentrate on my studies." Fang Minghua reminded.
"I understand what you mean. Okay, you can go and collect news with peace of mind, and pay attention to safety!"
Back in the classroom, after class, Fang Minghua called Zhao Hongjun out again and told him about this , which also surprised the other party.
"Minghua, why did you go to that place to collect the scenery? Do you know? There is a war in southern Xinjiang! A war!"
"I know." Fang Minghua said with a relaxed look: "I was just collecting the scenery. It’s not like we’re going to the battlefield, so what are we worried about?
"You are just like Song Tangtang!" Zhao Hongjun sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"Tangtang obviously doesn't have to go to the Southern Xinjiang Art Troupe, but she actually signed up to go on her own. I heard that she is currently performing at the front line to express condolences, and you, obviously You don't have to go to the interview, but you actually signed up!"
"I can't compare with Song Tangtang. I can only stay for two months, but he stayed for two years," Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"It's the same anyway! Hey, Minghua, can you see Song Tangtang when you go to southern Xinjiang this time?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
"I don't know about this." Fang Minghua shook his head.
"When you see her, say hello to her for me. Be sure to pay attention to safety. Don't be so active. You always want to perform condolences performances with the company, and you are as tan as a loach." Zhao Hongjun said.
"As long as I can see her, I will definitely take your words with me." Fang Minghua said, and then asked: "Red Army, you are very familiar with Song Tangtang. What is your relationship?"
< br>"That's my sister!" Zhao Hongjun replied lazily: "His brother and I are classmates in elementary and middle school. We live very close to each other and we have a very close relationship. As for her, she is a few years younger than us and she liked to have sex with us when she was little. Run behind.”
That’s it!
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