Chapter 148 147 The storm is coming

The editorial is not long. After reading it word by word, President Huang said with a serious face: "Comrades, you must examine yourselves according to the content of the editorial and do your job well." Work! Especially the comrades in the editorial department must strictly follow the editorial requirements and return all unqualified and mentally contaminated manuscripts!"

"Xiao Fang, I feel something is wrong. It feels like the rain is about to come and the wind is blowing all over the building?" Bai Miao said to Fang Minghua in a low voice.

"What are you worried about? Pedestrians should not ask about what happened in the past. The water from the Wei Dynasty comes from the east of the motherland." Fang Minghua said leisurely.

After the meeting, apart from normal review work, Fang Minghua spent most of his energy on writing.

We can't control external things, just concentrate on doing your own thing.

That evening, Fang Minghua finished his meal at home and rode his bicycle back to his work dormitory as usual, where he fired up the coal stove, made tea, and continued his writing career.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a cold wind blew in. Fang Minghua looked up and saw that it was Zhao Hongjun.

Wearing a military coat, a hat, and a net bag in his hand, there was actually a bottle of wine in it.

"What happened today? Who offended you?" Fang Minghua joked when he saw him like this.

"Hey, I'm so bored, I'm looking for you to drink." Zhao Hongjun said and put a bottle of Moutai on the desk.

"Huh? Maotai, okay." Fang Minghua cleared the table and found two bowls to put the fried peanuts and edamame that Zhao Hongjun had brought.

At this time, Zhao Hongjun took off his military coat and hat, and Fang Minghua was suddenly stunned.

I actually shaved my head!

Under the light, it shines brightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Perms are not allowed now, so I shaved my head in anger."

Fang Minghua suddenly laughed.

“It’s good to have a bald head, you look very proud!”

“Come on, don’t make sarcastic remarks, let’s drink!”

A bottle of wine, two enamel jars, each person drank one glass at a time.

"Minghua, you still have vision." Zhao Hongjun suddenly said.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't I want to privately publish a martial arts novel in Xiangjiang some time ago? Fortunately, I listened to you and didn't do it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish it this time."

Fang Minghua smiled, picked up the enamel jar and took a sip of wine without saying anything.

"Damn it!" Zhao Hongjun suddenly complained: "I'm not even allowed to dance, let's get a hammer, that's it!"

"Hey, you are a leading cadre now, you have to pay attention to your image! "

"Have a hammer!"

After Zhao Hongjun finished speaking, he picked up the enamel jar and took a big sip of wine, which made him choke and cough.

"You said you can't drink, why are you trying?" Fang Minghua quickly found him a towel.

Zhao Hongjun took it, wiped his mouth, and asked: "What's wrong with this world? Why is it getting harder and harder to understand?"

"What can't you understand? Take your class well!" You can do whatever you want! As for publishing a martial arts book, it’s actually a good idea, and it can be implemented when the storm passes.” Fang Minghua comforted him.

"You said, can we pass?"

"Nonsense! A level 10 typhoon can pass, why can't this wind pass?"

"Well, just rush With what you said, let's do it!" After saying this, Zhao Hongjun raised the enamel jar.

Not long after, Zhao Hongjun became red-faced and drunk.

Actually, most of the bottle of Maotai fell into Fang Minghua's stomach, but he was fine.

After drinking and sending Zhao Hongjun home, Fang Minghua helped him out of the unit gate and stood on the street, waiting for a taxi. "Red Army, are you okay? How about I take you home?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

“It’s okay. We can still walk back.”

In this case, Fang Minghua told the driver his home address and blocked the taxi. Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Zhao Hongjun in the car.

"Minghua!"

"Huh?" Fang Minghua stopped and looked at him.

"You are a writer and have written several books. Maybe you will be affected this time, so be mentally prepared." Zhao Hongjun said.

"I know, it's okay." Fang Minghua said lightly.

The time soon came to late December, and 1983 was almost over.

The literary world was relatively quiet this year. Except for the award ceremony for outstanding short and medium novels held at the beginning of the year, almost no major events happened.

But when it comes to the literary and artistic circles, the music scene is turbulent. The potential that had been brewing in the mainland, Hong Kong and Taiwan music circles began to exert its force. Since then, earth-shaking changes have begun, and the 30-year golden age of Chinese pop music has begun.

Luo Dayou published his first solo album: "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye": "Love Song 1980", "Childhood", "The Story of Time" and other popular songs are still sung in the world 40 years later.

My younger brother Fei Yuqing also released the album "Yangtze River Water", and the song "One Cut Plum" in it is almost a household name.

The 1983 version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been broadcast in the Xiangjiang area, singing "Iron-Blooded Heart", and Chen Baiqiang sang "I Just Like You".

There is also the Baodao movie "The Wrong Ride" , Su Rui sang four classic songs in one breath: "If the Wine Is Sold No", "Please Come with Me", "Same Moonlight" and "Whether".

Also, this year, Teresa Teng held her 15th anniversary tour concert in Hong Kong, singing such popular songs as "Small Town Story", "When Will You Come Again", "The Moon Represents My Heart".

At work today, Fang Minghua was humming the song "The Moon Represents My Heart" while reviewing manuscripts.

You asked me how deeply I love you

How much do I love you

My love is true

The moon represents my heart

Well, anyway He didn't sing any lyrics, and no one else knew what song he was singing.

"Xiao Fang, President Huang asked you to come to his office!" Bai Miao, who was sitting opposite, answered the phone and said to him.

Fang Minghua said oh and came to President Huang's office on the third floor.

"Xiao Fang, sit down." President Huang still looked kindly: "How is the novel going?"

"I have written more than half of it, and I estimate that I can finish the first draft before the Spring Festival." Fang Minghua Answer truthfully.

"Well, writing realistic works, that's good." President Huang said a few words, then suddenly the conversation changed and his expression became serious.

"Xiao Fang, I called you here today to tell you something. Don't be too nervous."

"President Huang, what's the matter?"

"Your book For the novel collection, Xijing Xinhua Bookstore called and said that it would temporarily stop selling it, saying that some of the articles in it did not meet the current situation. "

The novel has been removed from the shelves!

President Huang thought that Fang Minghua would be shocked or furious after hearing this. Unexpectedly, the other party was very calm and just said lightly.

"Got it."

Is it the calm before the storm?

President Huang quickly comforted:

"Xiao Fang, I didn't tell anyone else about this, so don't take it to heart. Besides, I think things will turn around. There weren't many things back then. The books were checked, but were they released later? You have to wait patiently and don’t mess around. "

"How could it be?" Fang Minghua laughed after hearing this: "You are right, it will be soon. The ban will be lifted. President Huang has nothing else to do, I’m going to work.”

"Go ahead, don't carry any ideological baggage." President Huang said, muttering to himself.

"Soon? Too optimistic?"

(End of this chapter)