Chapter 43 Revised Draft (Please bookmark and vote for further reading)
It’s still Lao Ma’s house at the crossroads. Don’t tell me, there are quite a few people eating mutton soaked in hot weather.
One bowl per person, served with white steamed buns and chili sauce, and the two of them ate without asking for wine this time.
After just a few bites, Fang Minghua felt sweaty and steamy, but felt very good.
Lu Yao was also sweating profusely, but he did not forget to discuss the manuscript while eating.
"Xiao Fang, you have finished reading the novel, tell me what you think? What parts were not written well?" Lu Yao lit a cigarette and asked.
"Then I'll say it. Don't mind if I say it wrong." Fang Minghua said modestly, then said:
"First of all, I think the title of Qi's novel is not very good. "The Movement of Life" is too ordinary and does not reflect the essence of this novel. "
"It's too troublesome to name the book." Lu Yao took over and said, "I originally named it "Gao Jia." "Lin's Story" is very straightforward, but I later felt it was inappropriate, so I changed it to this name after writing it. "
Oh.
Fang Minghua nodded and was about to express his opinion when he heard Lu Yao say: "How about changing the name to "What Do You Get?". Didn't the Soviet writer Kochetov write a book called "What Do You Want?" "I like it very much, so I might as well copy his name."
"No, it's not as good as "The Music of Life."" Fang Minghua shook his head.
“Hey, it’s so hard to come up with a name.” Lu Yao scratched his somewhat messy hair.
"Brother Lu, how about just calling it "Life"?" Fang Minghua said in a tentative tone.
""Life"?" Lu Yao listened and smoked slowly, seeming to be thinking about it.
Suddenly he slapped his thigh: "This is a good name. I really appreciate what Teacher Liu Qing said in "History of Entrepreneurship":
"Although the road of life is long, the most important steps are often only a few steps, especially when people When I was young. No one's life path is straight and without forks. There are some forks in the road, such as political forks and personal life. If you make a wrong step, it can affect a period of your life, or it can also affect your life. "
""Life" is a good name. Why didn't I think of it? "Lu Yao laughed.
Is this how the name "Life" came about?
Fang Minghua is not sure.
"Xiao Fang, thank you."
Thank me for what?
Well deserved.
It should be thanking yourself, or a friend who helped you come up with this name, right?
"Xiao Fang, if there is anything unsatisfactory about the content of the article, feel free to mention it." Lu Yao asked again.
This time Fang Minghua didn't think about it anymore but went straight to the point: "Brother Lu, in your article Gao Jialin wrote very well about rural life. In comparison, he wrote less well after he moved to the city. Also, don't get too entangled in men and women. The main love line of the protagonist should strengthen the psychological conflict between the protagonist's traditional rural lifestyle and modern concepts."
"As for the problem you mentioned, I gave the novel to a friend named Li Xiaoba, and he read it. You also raised these two questions, it seems that you guys have the same ideas." Lu Yao said.
"No, no, Brother Lu, you are flattering." Fang Minghua quickly humbled himself.
He has heard of the name Li Xiaoba, who is also a writer in Qin Province, but he is almost fifty years older than Lu Yao.
“Let’s go back!” Lu Yao hurriedly finished the mutton dip, wiped his mouth and walked out.
"What are you doing?"
"The manuscript is still with you. I'm going to take it back and revise it at night!"
"Brother Lu, what's the rush? Let's rest first and take good care of ourselves. ." Fang Minghua advised.
"I'm in good health. You, everything else are good. You just act like a woman sometimes." The person left the small restaurant and walked towards the work.
Lu Yao took back his manuscript and left in a hurry. Fang Minghua did not continue writing. The body is the capital of revolution, so it is better to take it easy.
Once people don't focus on something, Fang Minghua will feel uncomfortable all over.
Go get a haircut first, but you still have to pay attention to your appearance, so Fang Minghua rides to a barber shop at Jianguo Road to get a haircut first, a standard 37 cents, and then goes back to take a shower, sweating all over. Uncomfortable.
Bathing is a big problem these days, but it is easy to solve in summer. Anyway, everyone in the workplace is off work now, and the backyard is very quiet. Fang Minghua simply ran home on his bicycle, got a washbasin towel, and a change of clothes. After returning to the unit, he took off his underwear and took a shower with water from the faucet in the backyard while wearing his underwear.
I suddenly felt much better.
Go out for a walk and change your mind.
Fang Minghua locked the door, swayed out of the unit door wearing a vest, large pants and slippers.
It is summer night, and the lanterns are starting to come on. In the ancient city of Xijing, the streets were bustling with people and the cries of street vendors, full of fireworks. Fang Minghua suddenly thought of southern Xinjiang, the war-torn world, and Zhou Shunlai and Song Tangtang.
Haizi once wrote a poem:
Some people are singing and drinking in the smoke of fireworks at night markets or food stalls;
There are also people who have wandering eyes and are bumping into the summer evening breeze.
But none of these belong to Zhou Shunlai, Song Tangtang and the others.
It doesn’t belong to Lu Yao or the others either.
Creation is important, but correspondence courses are also necessary. Fang Minghua got up early on Saturday morning and took his sister to Western University on a bicycle. The summer morning breeze felt very comfortable on his face.
Don't tell me, it's fun when you don't code.
Fang Mingli sat on the back of the bicycle, humming happily.
"Brother, there have been a lot of activities in our literary club recently." The girl suddenly said.
"What activities are there?"
"We are preparing for the literary club to launch its own publication and call on everyone to actively contribute." Fang Mingli said.
"That's a good thing. You can write it."
"Then I'll write it for you to read and check it for me."
"No problem."
"Also, we organized a literature lecture and a poetry recitation, specifically going to Chengnan Park to recite. There were many people listening."
"Have you recited it?"
"It's reciting. The poem recited is the poem "Long Live Youth", but the best thing to listen to is "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" recited by Li Li."
Fang Minghua immediately thought of meeting Li Li for the first time. Korea.
Standing on the West Lawn, reading "To the Oak" aloud, wearing a white shirt and blue suspender skirt, with short hair flying slightly in the wind, it looked like an oil painting.
It looks beautiful.
I smiled at the thought and replied casually: "I've heard her recite poetry, and it's really good."
"Let me tell you, brother, Li Li particularly liked the two poems you wrote. She even mentioned them in the lecture and called you Teacher Minghua."
"Really?"< br>
“Really, I’m not going to lie to you, she thinks you are a middle-aged uncle, which is really funny, but I won’t tell her that you are actually not yet 21 this year, not much older than her.”
< br>Huh?
"By the way, sister, don't let literature affect your normal studies. You should still learn your professional course - mathematics!" Fang Minghua warned.
"Don't worry, brother, I won a third-class scholarship last semester, and I will try to get a second-class scholarship this semester!" Fang Mingli said in a somewhat arrogant tone.
“Have ambition!”
The brother and sister talked and laughed and rode their bicycles to Western University. Fang Mingli was going to self-study to do her homework, while Fang Minghua was going to class.
As soon as he entered the classroom, he found Zhao Hongjun sitting at the back of the classroom, so he went over and sat down next to him and asked:
"Why, don't you skip class?"
"Look what you said, I come to class on time every time now. You are right, learning some knowledge is always useful, especially English. I am also planning to do business with foreigners in the future."
"Ambition Yuanda!"
Fang Minghua raised his thumbs.
"Hey, Minghua, how about your trip to southern Xinjiang? Have you seen Tangtang? Is there any danger?" Zhao Hongjun asked with concern.
"I saw it." Fang Minghua didn't hide anything, and briefly told the story of his trip to southern Xinjiang.
"What? You almost died? So dangerous?" Zhao Hongjun exclaimed after hearing this.
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