Chapter 346 The First Class of School
Yu Hua looked surprised when he saw it was Fang Minghua.
"Editor Fang, are you also studying in Luyuan?"
Studying in Luyuan is not just the workshop where Yu Hua is in, there are also refresher classes, research classes, and training Classes, etc., meet the needs of writers at different levels, so Yu Hua has this question.
Fang Minghua did not answer directly, but asked: "Yu Hua, have you written any novels recently?"
"Not yet." Yu Hua quickly replied: "I plan to come to Luyuan to study and create at the same time."
"Okay, when you finish writing, bring it to me for a look."
"Okay."
The two of them said they had already gone up to the fourth floor. Fang Minghua said hello and walked towards his dormitory.
After Fang Minghua left, the slightly older man named He Liwei who was with Yu Hua from Hunan Province asked, "Who is he? He looks so awesome."
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"He is Fang Minghua."
"Holy shit! Is it him?" The young man looked surprised. "Why did he come to Luyuan to study?"
"Research class." Yu Hua said casually, and suddenly stopped after walking up two stairs.
“No! The rooms on the west end of the fourth floor are reserved for teachers!
“He is a teacher! "He Liwei also woke up with a start.
"He won't teach us, right?"
"It's possible. Have you looked at this year's courses? One of the courses is called Introduction to Contemporary Avant-Garde Novels, which uses books written by others!"
< br>He Liwei took a breath of air.
"Hey, Yu Hua, it seems you are very familiar with Editor Fang." He Liwei asked curiously.
“It’s okay, last year I was invited to Xijing to participate in a symposium for young and middle-aged writers held by Yanhe magazine, which was hosted by Editor Fang,” said Yu Hua.
"Hey, how about Editor Fang?"
"Quite easy-going."
"Does he have any hobbies?" He Liwei asked again.
“I like to drink tea, and I heard that I also like to drink alcohol.” Yu Hua replied casually, and suddenly seemed to think of something: “Liwei, why do you ask?”
“Just ask. , just ask.”
Fang Minghua returned to his dormitory, took out the Longjing tea he brought from home, brewed a cup, and then began to prepare lessons seriously. Although he was teaching according to the book he wrote, he must make the necessary preparations.
After breakfast the next morning, class began. Fang Minghua stood on the podium and looked at the students below.
There were not many people, thirty.
The ages range from more than 20 to more than 30, and most of them are men. Fang Minghua saw a woman sitting at the back of the classroom.
She is very young. She looks to be in her early twenties. She has short hair and is quite beautiful.
Fang Minghua looked carefully and found that this beautiful writer didn't seem to be in his memory.
However, there are too many writers in this era. Some, like Yu Hua Moyan, have gradually become phenomenal writers and are well-known to the public, but some are not. Maybe you have read his books, but Don't necessarily pay attention to who the author is.
The girl also looked at him with her big, beautiful eyes, and Fang Minghua's eyes quickly passed by.
These are young and middle-aged writers with great potential from all over the country. They have published their own works, and some are already well-known in the literary world, such as Yu Hua.
Fang Minghua glanced at Yu Hua, who was sitting behind.
Fortunately, I didn't doze off today.
Fang Minghua withdrew his gaze and said to the students in the audience: "Hello everyone, my name is Fang Minghua. This time, I will give you an introduction to avant-garde novels. Now I will call the name, Sun Jin!"< br>
"Here!" A man stood up.
Fang Minghua called the roll not because he was worried about who would be late and absent from class, but because he wanted to match the name with the person and the student information at hand as soon as possible.
"Li Hongying."
"Here we come!"
The female student behind stood up.
Fang Minghua quickly looked at the student information in his hand.
Li Hongying, female, born in 1962, is from Chongqing. She has published short stories such as "Bird of Paradise" and "Carnation Club: Women Are Good".
It turned out to be a poet.
Fang Minghua thought and quickly called out his name.
"Yu Hua!"
"Arrived!" "He Liwei!"
"Arrived!"
"Chen Hong!"
Fang Minghua called twice but no one answered, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Chen Hong!"
Waiting for Fang Minghua to call for the third time, he suddenly heard a female voice coming from outside the classroom door.
“Arrived!”
Then a girl in jeans ran in in a panic.
The bright eyes, white teeth, and beautiful black hair immediately attracted the attention of the whole class.
"I'm sorry, teacher, I just came to report today." Chen Hong stood at the edge of the podium and apologized to Fang Minghua.
"Find a seat and sit down." Fang Minghua said lightly.
Chen Hong took a look at the seats. Basically, there were two people sitting there. It happened that there was an empty seat next to a girl in the back row, so she hurried over and sat on the edge.
After Fang Minghua called the names of the thirty students one by one, he officially started the class.
"Students, we are now starting class. The first lecture is from Enlightenment to Existentialism: The evolution of contemporary avant-garde literary trends. Please turn the book to page five." Fang Minghua opened the book as he spoke. Let’s talk about the book I wrote seriously.
The audience was quiet, except for the sound of turning books and the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper.
Yu Hua was a little absent-minded.
He bought this book written by Fang Minghua and read it carefully. Of course, this was not the reason for not listening carefully.
Although he had read it, some of the chapters were a bit esoteric and he did not understand it. This time Fang Minghua came to the class in person, which was of course a good opportunity.
However, he couldn't concentrate. The appearance of the girl named Chen Hong just now shocked him.
There is such a beautiful woman.
It’s not like Yu Hua has never seen a beautiful girl before. His daughter-in-law Pan Yinchun is actually not bad in appearance either.
Yu Hua has also seen talented women.
But this is the first time Yu Hua has seen a girl who is both beautiful and talented.
He couldn't help but glance at the girl next to him.
"Hey, listen, the teacher is staring at you." He Liwei, who was at the same table, nudged him with his elbow and whispered.
Yu Hua looked up and saw Fang Minghua looking at him, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Why is this so?
I came all the way to Yanjing to study, not to look at girls!
Not to mention he has a wife.
Yu Hua quickly calmed down and listened carefully.
Fang Minghua lectured for almost two hours, and the class was coming to an end.
“Today I will just talk about the development history of avant-garde novels. Starting from the next class, I will focus on the classification and writing techniques of avant-garde novels. The first is stream-of-consciousness novels.” Fang Minghua patted the chalk dust on his hands and continued. : "Now, I will give you homework."
"There are still homework?!"
The students in the audience immediately whispered, they really regarded us as students.
“My second class is scheduled for Friday afternoon. Today is Monday, which means there are four days left.” Fang Minghua said expressionlessly: “During these four days, please read the following articles. Novel:"
"The Spot on the Wall" written by British writer Woolf.
The Sound and the Fury written by American writer William Faulkner
"The Opposition" by Liu Yichang, a writer from Hong Kong ." Fang Minghua wrote the names of these novels on the blackboard.
“get out of class is over!”
After saying that, he picked up the handouts and turned around to leave.
(End of this chapter)