Chapter 228 is placed in the West Auditorium, and it is recommended that all writers and editors listen to it
Looking at the table of contents, Jia Pingwa was surprised.
Chapter 1 Enlightenment Literary Thought: The First Stage
1. Background: Reconstruction of Social Justice and Return of Human Values
2. Preface to Pioneer Thought: A trace of non-mainstream poetry in the 1960s and 1970s
3. The Birth of the Pioneer: The Theory of "Hazy Poetry Trend"
4. Toward the Space of Humanity and Soul: The Theory of "Stream of Consciousness" Novel Thoughts
Chapter 2 Enlightenment Literary Thoughts: The Second Stage
1. Background: Fireworks of the Cultural Era
Eight chapters in total!
"Minghua, that's great! This is a masterpiece of literary theory, but it's a lot of content for a lecture. You need to streamline it, eh?" Jia Pingwa looked at it and praised it, but no one responded.
When I turned around, I saw that Fang Minghua was already lying on the bed and asleep, snoring slightly.
He quickly stopped and continued to look.
"Xiaohua, get up, it's time to eat!"
My mother's voice came to my ears. Fang Minghua opened his eyes but found that there was no one in front of the computer.
"Where's Brother Jia?"
"He left. He said not to wake you up and let you have a good sleep. He also left you a note. Look at what you are like now! Fortunately, Tangtang hasn’t been here for the past two days, otherwise she would have complained in her heart that she didn’t take good care of you!”
Zhang Fenglan felt heartbroken when she saw her son like this.
"Mom, I've finished writing. I won't stay up late." Fang Minghua comforted his mother, got up and picked up the note on the computer table.
"Minghua, this article shocked me. You have a profound understanding of avant-garde literature. There is no second person in the country. You have a good rest for a few days. The lecture will start next Monday afternoon! It will be placed in the West Auditorium. I will contact Director Liu of Xida today.”
Not going to liberal arts college?
Put it in the West Auditorium?
Let students listen too?
To be honest, except for students from the Chinese Department who have systematically studied literary theory, others may not really understand it.
But since he arranged it this way, he doesn’t have to worry about it. It will be the same wherever he goes.
On Monday morning, Fang Minghua reported on time. He had not been to the office for nearly a week, and there was already a little dust on the desk.
Fang Minghua went to the water room to get a basin of water, and then wiped the tables and chairs in the office. The office door was knocked open, and it was Lu Yao who came in with a briefcase under his arm.
"Minghua, you finally came to work."
"If you don't go to work, President Huang will probably look for me." Fang Minghua replied with a smile, and then asked: "Brother Lu, When you return to Xijing, will you also give lectures to the School of Liberal Arts? "
"I just gave the lecture last week. I was going to go back to Tongchuan last Friday. I heard that it is your turn to give lectures on Monday. I will listen before leaving. " Lu Yao said: "I heard from Pingwa that what you wrote is very shocking."
"That's a compliment from Brother Jia." Fang Minghua said modestly: "It's mainly because of my superficial understanding of avant-garde literature, but Brother Lu, you can't use it."
Lu Yao naturally understood what Fang Minghua was referring to. He is currently writing realistic novels.
"It's okay, just listen and open your eyes."
The two chatted for a while, and Lu Yao left, saying that he had something to do with Editor Zhang.
Fang Minghao wiped the tables and chairs, made another cup of tea, and prepared to go to the next room to check. He asked for leave this week. The work of the poetry group was mainly handled by Zhao Muchun to see if there was anything to deal with in the process. .
But Zhao Munchun came over on his own initiative. He was holding a small notebook and was about to report to Fang Minghua on the poetry group last week when he heard another knock on the door.
Zhao Muchun went to open the door and saw a strange man standing at the door. middle-aged man.
"Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Fang Minghua, editor-in-chief Fang, I am Zhang Xianliang from the Ningxia Writers Association."
Zhang Xianliang?
The one who wrote "Spirit and Flesh"?
Vice Chairman of Ningxia Writers Association?
Zhao Muchun reacted.
"Yes, yes, please come in."
"Oh, Chairman Zhang, Brother Zhang." Fang Minghua also saw Zhang Xianliang coming in at the door, stood up and greeted with a smile.
We just met when we were accepting awards in Yanjing some time ago, and we even had a meal together in a restaurant.
"You are a rare visitor. Are you Brother Jia? Oh, Chairman Jia invited you to give a lecture?" Fang Minghua said again. "Yes, I received an invitation from Chairman Jia and I will give a lecture next Monday. Originally I wanted to come over this Friday, but I heard Chairman Jia say on the phone that you are going to lecture on avant-garde literature this afternoon. The content is very shocking, and I want to hear it too, so Came here yesterday.”
Huh?
Have you told Zhang Xianliang?
How many people did this Brother Jia talk about?
Fang Minghua was thinking in his heart but said: "It's not shocking, just my superficial opinion."
Fang Minghua asked Zhang Xianliang to sit down, Zhao Muchun quickly poured the tea, and then quickly Leave knowingly.
"Brother Zhang, have you had breakfast?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.
“Eat, your gourd heads from Xijing.”
"Okay, I'll be the host tonight and take care of you."
"Don't bother you with this. Chairman Jia said he was treating and invited you. Lu Yao, Zhongshi and the others will probably be on the phone in a while. I’ll call you.”
Sure enough, the landline on the desk rang as soon as he finished speaking. Fang Minghua picked up the phone and heard something coming from inside. Lai Jia Pingwa said with an accent of her hometown dialect:
"Minghua, I am Pingwa, and Zhang Xianliang, vice chairman of the Yinchuan Writers Association, arrived in Xijing yesterday. I would like to treat him to a meal tonight. How about you?" I have Zhongshi and Lu Yao with me.”
“Brother Jia, Chairman Zhang is sitting in my office right now.”
"Haha, I guess he will go to your place. Then it's settled, at 6:30 in the evening, May Day Hotel."
"Okay, no problem."
Hang up the phone, the two of them After chatting for a while, Zhang Xianliang said: "Minghua, I want to talk to Editor Dong."
"He is next door, I will take you there."
Editor Dong is Dong. Mo, when Zhang Xianliang published his debut novel "The Song of the Wind", it was Dong Mo who reviewed it.
This is also Zhang Xianliang's early work. After it was published, it caused a huge response in the society, but it was a pity that it was not born at the right time. A series of events followed, and Zhang Xianliang suffered bad luck from then on, which none of them expected.
However, times have changed now, and Zhang Xianliang is still very grateful to Bole back then.
Sure enough, Fang Minghua took Zhang Xianliang there, and Dong Mo was very happy to see him. The two talked about the past, and they were naturally filled with emotion.
Fang Minghua listened for a while and saw someone coming to the door, it was Bai Miao, and he waved him out.
"Brother Bai, what's the matter?" Fang Minghua walked out of the door and asked in a low voice.
"A guest is here?" Bai Miao asked as he stretched his head and looked at Zhang Xianliang, who was chatting with Dong More in the room.
"Yes, Zhang Xianliang, vice chairman of the Yinchuan Writers Association, is reminiscing with Editor Dong."
"Oh, Chairman Jia is making a lot of noise this time."
"What's the noise?"
“You invited many writers to this lecture, didn’t you know?” Bai Miao asked.
"I just know now that Lu Yao and Zhang Xianliang were supposed to give lectures next Monday. He said he came early after listening to Chairman Jia's words. I don't know anything else." Fang Minghua told the truth.
“Chairman Jia not only called on the members of the Xijing Writers’ Association to attend the lectures in the name of the Listen, all the editors in our editorial department are participating!”
Oh my god.
Making such a big noise?
Fang Minghua was stunned.
What he didn't expect was that there was another young man taking the train to Xijing.
He is the editor of "Zhongshan" magazine, Tong Zhonggui, whose pen name is Su Tong.
(End of this chapter)