Chapter 42 "The Music of Life"? Why not "Life"? (Please bookmark and vote for further reading)
Fang Minghua looked at Lu Yao and saw that his cheeks were yellow and swollen, as if he was seriously ill.
Lu Yao looked at Fang Minghua, with sunken eyes, unkempt beard, and disheveled hair.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they both laughed. They were all guilty of writing novels.
"Brother Lu, come, come, sit down." Fang Minghua greeted warmly and put a cup of herbal tea for the other party.
By the way, he asked, "Brother Lu, what's the matter with you?"
"It's something, I just want to..." Lu Yao's tone suddenly turned serious.
“You can tell me anything, as long as I can do it.”
“That’s right, I have no cigarettes to smoke, and my money is a little tight, so I want to borrow your money to buy some cigarettes. "Lu Yao said his purpose of coming.
"No problem, how much do you want? I just reimbursed my travel expenses today." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.
"I want to buy three peonies. Each one costs 4.7 yuan and it costs 15 yuan and 10 cents. Just lend me 15 yuan." Lu Yao said.
“You bought so much?!” Fang Minghua was surprised.
“Buy more at once, I’m too lazy to go out and the whole thing is cheap.”
Fang Minghua didn’t say anything, so he gave Lu Yao 15 yuan from his wallet, and Lu Yao left in a hurry, and it didn’t take long. He came back with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Haha, I'm lucky today. Three peonies were not sold in the store, so I took them all. The rations during this period are enough. The money I borrowed from you will be paid back to you when I pay my salary. .”
"There's no rush to pay back the money. It's just that Brother Lu, you are too addicted to smoking and smoke less." Fang Minghua took the opportunity to persuade.
“If you don’t smoke, you naturally don’t understand the joy of smoking.” Lu Yao smiled and said, “And I can’t write anything if I don’t smoke.”
“Let me tell you, I’m here During that time in Ganquan, I smoked Phoenix, which was expensive and hard to buy." It seemed that Lu Yao was in a good mood and told an interesting story about Ganquan.
It turned out that when he was writing, he had finished smoking the "Phoenix" cigarettes he brought from Xijing, and his addiction to cigarettes caused him to swarm around like ants on a hot pot.
He asked a correspondent from the Propaganda Department to help him buy it. As a result, he searched everywhere in the county for this brand of cigarettes.
Finally, the correspondent mustered up the courage to "ask for help" from the then county party committee member Shuji, and finally found the only two "Phoenix" cigarettes in the county at that time and brought them to him.
“You don’t know, when I saw the cigarettes, I felt like a person who had been hungry for three days. When I saw the steamed buns, I thanked them repeatedly and expressed my opinion on the spot! With these two “life-saving cigarettes”, This manuscript will definitely be completed!”
“Now the manuscript is completed,” Fang Minghua said with a smile.
“It’s basically settled.” Lu Yao said with emotion: “Phoenix cigarettes are too expensive and hard to buy, so I switched back to peony.”
Peony is not cheap either. More importantly, smoking harms the body.
But seeing Lu Yao smoking happily, Fang Minghua couldn't say more.
"By the way, I was just in a hurry to find a cigarette and forgot another thing." Lu Yao said, taking out a thick stack of manuscripts from the official document and handing it to Fang Minghua.
"My novel has been completed and is about to be sent to Wang Ling, editor-in-chief of Yanjing's "Youth Literature". She requested the manuscript and I want you to take a look at it. I wonder if it will affect your writing?"
"It doesn't matter, I won't be able to finish it in half an hour anyway, so I don't care about this little time." Fang Minghua was very enthusiastic: "I'll take a sneak peek."
Taking Lu Yao's manuscript, it said There were dense handwritten fonts, but Fang Minghua was stunned when he saw the title.
"The Movement of Life"
Why not "Life"?
But when he saw the sentence at the beginning of the second paragraph, "At this time, Gao Jialin, the only son of Gao Yude, a private teacher in Gaojia Village, was shirtless," Fang Minghua was sure that this was "Life".
It seems that it used to be this name. "Xiao Fang, you watch first. I'm going to go back and take a nap. My brain is exhausted. I'll come back in the afternoon. If you have any comments, feel free to ask." Lu Yao said.
"Okay, Brother Lu, you have to have a good rest. Your body is the capital of revolution." Fang Minghua warned.
“It doesn’t matter, look at you, haven’t you also become darker and thinner?” Lu Yao didn’t care.
We are different. You really have to pay attention to your health.
Fang Minghua wanted to persuade further, but Lu Yao had already walked out of the yard.
Fang Minghua shook his head and returned to his room.
After Lu Yao left, Fang Minghua made himself some tea and sat at the desk in front of the window to read carefully.
The manuscript is very thick, with more than a hundred pages. The font is not scrawled, and there are not many traces of correction. It looks like it is no longer the first draft.
Fang Minghua was quickly immersed in the ocean of words, and time was passing quietly. When he finished reading it and looked up, he realized that the sun had already turned to the west.
Looking at the flowers and plants in the yard, Fang Minghua picked up the cold tea and drank it slowly while thinking about something in his mind.
Before traveling through time, Fang Minghua had watched the movies and TV series adapted from the novel, and also read the original novel, but he always felt that there was a difference between this draft and the final published version.
It seems that the love line is too entangled?
Well, that’s right.
The love between the protagonists Gao Jialin and Liu Qiaozhen is what readers are most interested in talking about, but as an author, you cannot dwell too much on it.
After all, this is a realistic work and not a romance novel.
Thinking of this, Fang Minghua carefully read the content of the following chapters. Also, Gao Jialin wrote very well about rural life. In comparison, his writing after entering the city was inferior. Isn't it because Lu Yao is very familiar with rural life?
It's possible.
In this era when there is no Internet and it is very inconvenient to access information, writers’ personal life experiences are often the main source of writing.
In Qin Province, people like Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi live in rural areas all year round, so what he writes is basically based on rural life.
Jia Pingwa is a different kind.
In his early years, he wrote "The First Record of Shangzhou" and "The Second Record of Shangzhou" about the customs and customs of his hometown. Later, he wrote the novel "Abandoned Capital", which wrote about the various aspects of life in the ancient city of Xijing. , indicating that he has a strong ability to adapt to urban life.
Although it is a bit controversial, it is also well written.
Fang Minghua was just thinking when he saw Lu Yao walking over in a hurry.
“Hey, Xiao Fang, I slept until now and thought you had left work, but I didn’t expect you really didn’t leave.”
“I was fascinated by the novel you wrote. Forgot the time." Fang Minghua replied.
"Haha. Have you finished reading? How do you feel?" Lu Yao asked again.
Fang Minghua pondered for a moment, trying to organize his words. Suddenly he heard his stomach growling, so he said, "Brother Lu, have you eaten?"
"Not yet, Mingming (Lu Yao's daughter) was Her mother took her to play on the street, and I went back to heat up the leftovers."
"I haven't eaten either, let's go to the restaurant! I'll treat you to some mutton dip," Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"This is so bad. You lent me money to buy cigarettes and also treated me to dinner." Lu Yao looked embarrassed.
"Hey, this is just a small thing. If you feel bad about it, please do it next time!, let's go, let's go."
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