Chapter 130 129 Go to Xiamen University during the season of phoenix flowers blooming


Chapter 130 129 Going to Xiamen University in the Phoenix Flower Blooming Season

“Are you students of Xiamen University?”

In the hotel room, Fang Minghua looked at a man and a woman who were about the same age as him sitting on the opposite bed. the young man asked.

"Yes, my name is Peng Gang, and she is Liu Xiling. This is our student ID card." The boy took out two ID cards from his backpack and handed them to Fang Minghua respectfully.

Fang Minghua looked at it and handed it back to the other party.

"Are you graduating soon? What do you want from me?"

The young man from Peng Gang told the whole story.

It turns out that he is the president of the Gulang Literary Society of Xiamen University. Yesterday, I happened to see Fang Minghua participating in the third Golden Rooster Award held in Rongcheng in the newspaper, and the idea of ​​inviting him to give a lecture in Xiamen came up.

"Writer Fang, we all like your works, your stream of consciousness writing method, and magical realism. We are very interested in it. Liu Xiling and I are leaving school soon, so before leaving, we want to Please tell us." Peng Gang said sincerely.

Speaking of this, Peng Gang was a little embarrassed.

"I know that asking a writer like you to give lectures requires a lecture fee, but the funds of our literary society are really tight. But we will definitely pay you for your train fare to Xiamen!"

Fang Minghua listened. Quite touched.

These days, it is not new for literary societies in universities to invite some writers and poets to give lectures at schools.

Of course, whether to go or not is another matter.

Two poor students rushed to Rongcheng from Xiamen for no other reason than the literature they loved.

Go ahead.

So he chuckled: "Okay, I'll go there tomorrow. You don't have to pay for the expenses. I'll take a trip to Xiamen. I heard that your Xiamen is very beautiful."

"Thank you so much, Writer Fang!" The girl next to him jumped up excitedly.

“Writer Fang, you don’t know that our Gulang Literary Society has a long history. It was established under the guidance of Mr. Lu Xun, and even the name was given by him.”

Liu Xiling gushed He kept talking about the history of Gulang Literary Society.

In 1926, Mr. Lu Xun was invited by Mr. Lin Yutang, the then dean of the School of Liberal Arts of Xiamen University, to come to Xiamen University as a professor at the Institute of Chinese Studies. He "stirred up the tide of the times", thereby enlightening people's wisdom and inspiring people. From this, Gulang Literary Society Born under his guidance.

"Lu Xun, Lin Yutang, Shen Jianshi, and Bing Xin. By the way, not long ago we invited the poet Shu Ting to give a lecture at our literary club, and this time we invite you again." Liu Xiling finally said.

“Don’t dare, don’t dare.” Fang Minghua was terrified.

How can we be compared with these people?

Peng Gang and Liu Xiling finally left, saying that they had to take the train overnight to return to Xiamen to prepare for the lecture tomorrow afternoon.

That's good, I don't have to go shopping with a bunch of lesbians tomorrow.

Fang Minghua went upstairs and knocked on Zhu Lin's room and explained his purpose. Zhu Lin was very envious after hearing this.

"Xiao Fang, it's okay. You're welcome wherever you go."

Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Sister Zhu Lin, what are you envious of? You won the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress this time. Protagonist, I dare say that by the end of the year, your photo will definitely be on the calendar, and it will be famous throughout the country.”

I made some preparations in the room at night, and Fang Minghua was carrying his travel backpack at dawn the next day. Rushed to Xiamen alone.

Sitting in the green train car, listening to the clanging sound and looking at the summer scenery outside, Fang Tomorrow suddenly felt funny.

For more than half a year, I have been traveling around by train.

However, it feels good to "read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles". It was already 12 noon when I arrived in Xiamen on the green train. After getting off the train, I found a nearby state-owned restaurant and had a bowl of local distinctive Shacha noodles. After asking about the route, I took the bus straight to Siming. Xiamen University on the road.

Some people say that Xiamen University may not be the best university in China, but it is definitely the most beautiful university in China.

Fang Minghua stood at the gate of Xiamen University and remembered a poem once written by Haizi: "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming."

Behind the statue of Tan Kah Kee is the earliest building complex of Xiamen University - the Qunxian Building Complex , with green grass next to it, the sunshine, green leaves and campus form a picture.

It is indeed beautiful.

There are also girls on campus.

I remember when Gao Dagen came back from Hainan Island and went to Xiamen University to hang out, experienced his first love, stayed at the corner of the first staircase of Xiamen University, and wandered around the campus drunk in the evening. I wrote this with emotion. A campus ballad: "Winter Campus", the first paragraph is:

My dear brother

Accompany me to visit the winter campus

Tell me about that beautiful girl

Mr. White Hair

Fang Minghua is casual While walking around, he wanted to find Peng Gang and Liu Xiling, but it was not difficult. He stopped a boy on the road and asked: "Classmate, is the school's Gulang Literary Club holding a literature lecture today? Where is it?"

"Jiannan Auditorium."

A literary club's activities shouldn't go to the auditorium, right?

Fang Minghua muttered in his heart, asked about the location of the auditorium, and hurried over.

I was shocked when he arrived.

Holy shit

Such a big auditorium!

It can accommodate three to four thousand people!

What’s more important is that it’s almost full!

This kind of strength is inferior to that of Lanzhou University and Western University.

At this moment, Fang Minghua saw Peng Gang and Liu Xiling walking over, and there was an old man about sixty years old next to them.

"Writer Fang, this is Professor Zhuang Mingxuan, the director of our Chinese Department."

"This is writer Fang Minghua."

"Hello, Director Zhuang." Fang Minghua took the initiative to shake hands, muttering in his heart.

Isn’t this lecture a folk activity of the literary club? Why did you alert the school?

I heard Zhuang Mingxuan say: "Peng Gang is my student. This morning I heard him say that the literary club invited you to give lectures in our school. I thought, let's make it bigger and leave it to us. The department comes forward and puts it in the auditorium. Our department will pay for the lectures. You won’t blame me, right?”

"No, no." Fang Minghua said quickly: "I'm just worried that my speech is not good." I give lectures to students, but in the end they are all unscripted.”

You know this?

Fang Minghua was surprised.

"Writer Fang, members of our literary club have classmates or pen pals in these two universities." Peng Gang explained.

I see!

A few people chatted for a while, and after seeing that the time was about the same, Fang Minghua stepped onto the podium. It turned out that the somewhat noisy auditorium became quiet.

“Students, in this season of phoenix flowers blooming, I am honored to come to the beautiful campus of Xiamen University, to share the beauty of literature with everyone in the place where the great writers of our generation have spoken.”< br>
After a simple opening remarks, Fang Minghua got to the point: "The topic I am talking about today is "Avangard Literature - About Stream of Consciousness Writing and Magical Realism"."

Fang Minghua turned around and wrote a few big words on the blackboard to start today's lecture.

(End of this chapter)

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