Chapter 59 Happy New Year (please collect and vote for further reading)
“Oh, I am just making a metaphor. Never give to your brothers and sisters regardless of the cost. As for relatives and friends, if you have the ability to help, , Forget it if you don’t have the ability. For example, just tell your distant relative today that your family is in trouble.”
“But where should I put my face? What should I do if my hometown says something like that? ?" Lu Yao asked.
"Face is more important, is sister-in-law more important, Mingming is more important?" Fang Minghua asked rhetorically.
"People must first live for themselves and the people they love, and who cares about anything else?!" Fang Minghua said.
Lu Yao didn't speak anymore, just drank in silence.
"You drink slowly, I'll go to the toilet."
Fang Minghua stood up, walked to the counter and waved quietly to the boss.
“Comrade, how much is the total?”
“A total of eighty-six cents, four taels of food stamps.”
After Fang Minghua pawned the money, he said: "Hurry up and get some noodles!"
He walked around outside and pretended to go to the toilet and returned. Soon the two of them drank a bottle of wine, and the master put Qishan The noodles were also served, and the two of them started eating.
After dinner, Lu Yao wanted to pay, but the boss told him that he had already paid.
"Xiao Fang, this is...I told you I was treating you." Lu Yao said.
"Next time, next time you treat me to a big dinner!" Fang Minghua said, and the two walked out of the small restaurant.
Fang Minghua sent Lu Yao to the small courtyard where Lu Yao from the Writers Association lived. When he saw the lights on in his room, he said, "I won't go in. Brother Lu, are you okay?"
"It's okay. , this little bit of wine is nothing, you don’t know how much I drink.”
“Will my sister-in-law tell you?”
“No, just ignore me. Yes, thank you!" After that, he walked home.
Fang Minghua saw him entering the house and then returned to his unit.
After drinking some wine, Fang Minghua did not dare to go back to Tongzilou for fear of his mother nagging him. Anyway, he stayed at work all day and his parents did not say anything.
Fang Minghua originally didn't plan to say much about Lu Yao today, but since they both drank, they talked a bit too much. They tried to persuade him, hoping that he could change some of his ideas. Of course, it's not clear how effective it will be.
New Year's Day is coming soon, and the magazine office is also preparing to decorate the unit with lanterns and decorations to welcome the New Year. Things like hanging lanterns fall on the security department.
As a young man in the security department, Fang Minghua has an unshirkable responsibility. No, in the cold wind in the morning, Fang Minghua climbed up the ladder to the pillar at the gate and hung the newly purchased red lantern.
"Brother Minghua, get higher and be level with the lantern on the left." Zhang Baofu, who was standing below, commanded.
At this time, Fang Minghua saw Linda coming on a bicycle and stopped at the door of the magazine to look at him.
"Good morning, sister-in-law." Fang Minghua greeted.
"Good morning, Xiao Fang, you have to work first. After that, I will come down and ask you something." Linda said.
"Okay, wait a moment." Fang Minghua said.
After hanging the lantern, Fang Minghua got off the ladder and patted the dust on his hands, then walked over and asked, "Sister-in-law, what do you want from me?"
"Tell me this way." Linda pushed the bicycle for a distance, then stopped and said to Fang Minghua: "Xiao Fang, you were drinking with my Lu Yao that day. What did you say to him?"
“I didn’t say anything. I heard him say that he had a few quarrels with you and I felt unhappy. So while we were drinking, I tried to persuade him to put your little family first. If your relatives can take care of you, just take care of them. If you can't take care of them, forget it. Don't suffer for the sake of saving face. We are not living for others."
Fang Minghua explained, and then asked: "What's wrong? Brother Lu is arguing with you again. ? "
"No wonder he sometimes talks about taking care of the family these days. Unlike before, when he was a hands-off shopkeeper, he made me worry about everything at home, and he even took the initiative to buy new year's goods. It turns out to be you. I told him.”
"I just gave a few words of advice. I guess Brother Lu has figured it out." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"I hope so. Xiaofang, you can find opportunities to talk to him more in the future. He seems to be able to listen to your words."
"Really? Okay. But, sister-in-law, Brother Lu With this temper, you can be worried sometimes." Fang Minghua took the opportunity to say again.
"Hey Xiaofang, you are trying to persuade me from both sides. I can't see that you write well and speak well. I might as well give you President Huang a suggestion and transfer you to the Women's Federation to give full play to your strengths. "Linda actually made a joke.
"No, please don't let me, a big man, work with a bunch of old ladies?" Fang Minghua pretended to be surprised.
"I'm kidding you. You have such a talent. It's a waste to go to the Women's Federation. Come to my house to play when you have free time. My sister-in-law will cook some dishes for you to try my cooking."
"No problem. , I will definitely come.”
“Let’s go, I’m going to work.”
“Goodbye!”
Linda got on the bicycle and quickly disappeared into the traffic. .
It can be seen that she is in a good mood today, and she is humming a song while riding:
Sweet work, sweet work, hello,
Sweet song, sweet song Hello, flying all over the sky,
Hello, industry and agriculture are moving forward hand in hand,
Our tomorrow is sweeter than honey.
1981 is coming to an end soon. I hope today is a good sign, right?
A major event happened in the literary world in 1981. When Mr. Mao Dun, the famous Chinese writer, was on his sickbed, he dictated to his son Wei Tao to write down the will he left to the Secretariat of the Chinese Writers Association. :
“Dear comrades, in order to promote the creation of novels, I will donate my royalties of 250,000 yuan to the Writers Association to set up a literary prize fund for novels to reward the best writers every year. A novel. With the highest respect."
Two weeks later, Mr. Mao Dun passed away. One month and ten days later, the National Writers Association held an enlarged meeting of the presidium to discuss Mao Dun's dying request, and finally decided to establish a national outstanding novel award named after Mao Dun and establish a Mao Dun Literature Prize Committee. Ba Jin served as the chairman. In this year, the Chinese Writers Association began the selection process for the first Mao Dun Literary Award.
This is a big deal.
In this era, literary awards activities are very lively, and people's enthusiasm for those literary awards is beyond imagination.
In this era, there are no text messages or online voting. It all relies on readers to cast their literary votes by mail. It is said that the national outstanding short story selection event received more than 400,000 votes from readers last year (1980)!
You have to buy the eight-cent stamp yourself.
At the first Mao Dun Literature Award, several novels such as "Xu Mao and His Daughters" by Zhou Keqin, "The East" by Wei Wei, and "Furong Town" by Gu Hua became the favorites to win the award.
However, this matter is still a bit far away from Fang Minghua. Tomorrow he will accompany his sister to attend the English Corner.
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