Chapter 87 087 Dong Mo’s Regrets (Please read and collect the votes)
Fang Minghua returned to Minqin at noon the next day, and wrote two letters and sent them out in the morning before leaving.
A letter was sent to Wang Meng in Yanjing, detailing the controversy his article had caused and his worries and doubts. He also sent the manuscript he had written and told him that it had been submitted to " Shuofang magazine.
The other letter was sent to Song Tangtang.
In the letter, Fang Minghua first expressed his gratitude to the girl, then detailed what he had experienced during this period, and finally asked: "When will you return to Xijing?"
Fang Minghua stayed in Minqin for a few more days.
When the manuscript was handed over to Zhang Xianliang, he stopped worrying about it. In addition to assisting Wu Tianmin in adjusting the plot in some places, he spent most of his time revising "The Donkey Gets Water".
This time even Li Baotian was very interested and came over to read the manuscript.
Compared to Zhu Lin who reads novels and enjoys the excitement, Li Baotian has a deeper understanding of novels, is older, has spent more than ten years in the art troupe, and also studied as a drama director at the Central Academy of Fine Arts for three years.
He read it for a while and said: "Xiao Fang, your novel can be classified as black absurd humor, but it seems to be a comedy shell but actually has a tragic core."
Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.
“This novel of yours is most suitable to be adapted into a drama, and it will definitely look great when performed!” Li Baotian added.
Sure enough, I understand.
Before time travel, this movie was first introduced as a drama before it was released!
"Xiao Fang, if someone wants to put this novel on the stage of a drama, would you be willing?" Li Baotian asked again.
"If there is a suitable one, of course." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Isn't that "Youth" adapted into a drama?
On June 20, the film was finally completed. Everyone left Lijiacun and ran all the way to Wuwei, and then each took a train back to their unit.
Zhu Lin was a little reluctant to leave her. Fang Minghua took her to the bus stop. Before getting on the bus, Fang Minghua said: "Xiao Fang, I learned a lot from you. I have time to come to Chengdu to play. , I’ll treat you to hot pot!”
The hot pot in Sichuan Province is one of the best.
"Okay, I will definitely go when I have time. If you come to Xijing on a business trip, don't forget to give me a call and I'll treat you to steamed buns." Fang Minghua said.
“Hey Xiaofang, I don’t know when we can cooperate again.” Zhu Lin sighed.
Fang Minghua understood what she meant.
He suddenly remembered the movie "Youth", his heart moved, and he lowered his voice and said: "If someone wants to film the movie "Youth" I wrote, would you be willing to play a female soldier, Suiko, or Miao? Miao?"
"Yes, of course!" Zhu Lin said quickly: "Which director wants to shoot?"
"Haha, I just said that if, if no one takes the picture, don't blame me."
"How could it be possible? And I think, someone must take the picture! Your novel is so well written." Zhu Lin said.
"Then I have to thank Sister Zhu Lin for her good advice. I wish you a safe journey!"
"Goodbye!"
Fang Minghua watched her get on the bus.
If Zhu Lin, a great beauty, is allowed to play the role in "Youth", it will be a pleasure to watch her dance, let alone her acting skills.
Of course, it depends on the opportunity.
On the evening of the 22nd, Fang Minghua finally returned to Xijing, and he went to work by bicycle the next day.
I haven’t been to my work for more than two months. I greeted an acquaintance on the street and found a middle-aged man riding a bicycle in front of me. It was Dong Mo.
He hurriedly rode his bike to catch up and greeted, "Editor-in-Chief Dong, good morning!"
"Is it Xiaofang? Are you back?" Dong Mo slowed down the car.
“I just came back last night.”
The two of them were riding side by side and chatting.
"Xiao Fang, you have stayed in Gansu Province for more than two months. I'm afraid you don't know that the novel you published some time ago is now very controversial, right?" Dong Mo asked.
"I know, a friend of mine wrote to tell me." Fang Minghua didn't hide anything, and simply told what happened in Gan Province in the past few days.
"Write an article about stream of consciousness? It's good to popularize it with everyone, so as not to be like the misty poems, which were controversial when they first came out."
"I also have this idea, just treat it as an academic event "This is a good idea! It's within the academic scope!" Dong Mo praised and asked, "Did you vote for Zhang Xianliang's "Shuo Fang"?"
"Yes, I met Editor Zhang by chance at Lanzhou University. He was a very generous person. He asked me to join their magazine, so I agreed. Editor Dong, do you know Editor Zhang?" Fang Minghua asked.
"We know each other. Not only do we know each other, but we are also familiar with each other!" Dong Mo chuckled, and suddenly sighed: "Oh, I hurt him."
"Editor Dong, you?" Fang Minghua was surprised.
"You may have heard that he got into trouble because of his article "The Great Wind Song". Where was "The Great Wind Song" selected? It was our "Yanhe"! And I was the one who voted for it at that time. Poetry editor!”
“I remember clearly when I received this song. I was pretty young at that time. ? He was also quite impulsive, knowing that publishing this poem would be inappropriate and would cause controversy, but he finally passed it."
"If I had just returned the poem, he would not have had the best life. The time was just wasted."
After talking about it, Dong Mo sighed.
Fang Minghua was silent.
What can I say?
"But fortunately, Xianliang did not get back up because of this, and wrote novels like "Spirit and Flesh"! Very good! Xiaofang, you can have a chance to socialize with him. He is a very smart person. He is not an ordinary writer," Dong Mo said at last.
It was someone who founded the Western Film and Television City.
Later, I also made a lot of money tinkering with cultural relics.
The two of them chatted while riding until they arrived at the gate of the unit. When there were more people, they stopped chatting.
Fang Minghua returned to the backyard dormitory. There was some dust inside since no one had lived there for more than two months. After cleaning it, he made himself a cup of tea.
It is quite comfortable to sit on the chair and look at the bright and clean window.
Hey.
After working hard for more than two months, I can finally come back and rest.
Let’s touch the fish first.
"Xiao Fang! Xiao Fang!"
Someone shouted outside, and when I heard the voice, it was Lu Yao.
I saw him walking in wearing a vest.
“Oh, Brother Lu, you got up so early.” Fang Minghua joked.
"I haven't written much recently, so I don't have to stay up late."
"Come, sit, sit, drink tea."
After saying that, Fang Minghua picked up the glass and poured him a cup.
“It’s still the fragrance of your tea.” Lu Yao praised after taking a sip.
“Brother Lu, if you like, I’ll give you some.”
"No, no, I can't keep asking for your things." Lu Yao declined politely, and then said, "The publication of your novel caused some controversy. Did you see it?"
This is the same thing.
They all seem to be very concerned.
Fang Minghua didn't hide anything and told the whole story.
"That's good. I'm here today to tell you about this. It's best to spread the word! So as not to cause trouble! I have never met Zhang Xianliang, but the article "Spirit and Flesh" he wrote is quite good. " Lu Yao said.
"Listening to what you said, it means that this person is also quite generous. This kind of person is worth making friends with!"
"Okay, if there is a chance, I will introduce you to each other." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
The conversation was finished, so there was no need to say more. The two chatted for a while and then Lu Yao left.
In the next few days, Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa also called to ask about this matter, and their meanings were similar to Lu Yao's.
We have all experienced that era, and we are very sensitive.
Wang Meng of Yanjing also knew about this.
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