Chapter 364 "April 3rd Incident" will be used as a model essay
The four of them played until evening. After eating outside, they took the bus back to the college. Fang Minghua returned to the dormitory and lay down on the bed without wanting to move. .
That’s so tiring
Next time I will definitely not do these shameless things.
After a day of playing on Labor Day, Fang Minghua went back to the General Political Courtyard the next day to visit Song Tangtang’s grandparents. Of course, he had to eat.
I originally planned to go to my own courtyard house in Liuya Hutong on the edge of Shichahai, but I was so busy that I didn't have time, so I decided to change the date because I had to go to class tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the last lecture on stream-of-consciousness novels. Next, we will talk about another type of avant-garde novels: existentialism, and the representative writer of this type is Yu Hua.
Existential philosophy explores the nothingness of the real world and the existence of individuals. There is an obvious theme in Yu Hua’s novels: the concern for human survival. For example, what he wrote two days ago "The April 3rd Incident".
Yes!
Fang Minghua decided to use this novel to explain existential novels.
The premise is that it will be modified quickly in the next few days, and "Yanhe" is also waiting to use it.
Work harder.
When Yu Hua’s afternoon class ended on Monday, Fang Minghua went upstairs to look for him.
As soon as they reached the fourth floor, they saw Yu Hua wearing a vest and shorts, walking towards him with a group of students, holding a football in his hand.
Seeing that it was Fang Minghua, several students hurriedly greeted him.
"Are you going to play football?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Yes, Teacher Fang, will you come with us?" He Liwei greeted enthusiastically.
"You guys are playing, I have something to do." Fang Minghua replied and then said to Yu Hua: "Yu Hua, stop kicking and come with me."
"What are you doing?"
"Revise that novel of yours!" After saying this, Fang Minghua turned around and left.
Yu Hua's face suddenly drooped, but he had no choice but to hand the football to He Liwei and follow Fang Minghua to his dormitory.
“I have read this novel, and overall it is good. However, there are still some problems, especially the middle part, which is a bit confusing and fragmented. I suggest you revise it.”
Yu Hua took the manuscript and looked at it. Fang Minghua marked a large section of the text with key symbols.
"Okay, I'll take it back and revise it."
"Submit it before nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Ah? So urgent?" Yu Hua was surprised.
"After you finish writing, I still want to read it and comment on it. Besides, "Yanhe" is still eager to get the manuscript." Fang Minghua said expressionlessly.
"Okay." Yu Hua had no choice but to agree.
"Teacher Fang, I applied to go to the small black room."
I don't know when the name of Fang Minghua's one-room house dedicated to writing spread.
"Okay, the key is at Professor Wu's. A student in their class just used it. I'll get it for you." Fang Minghua said, holding back his laughter.
Ever since, Yu Hua entered the small dark room again.
"Hey Yu Hua went into the dark room again. I saw it when I was passing by just now!" Li Hongying entered the dormitory after dinner and said to Chen Hong who was sitting at the desk reading.
"Why does Teacher Fang like Guan Yuhua to enter the dark room?" Chen Hong couldn't help but ask.
"It seems harsh, but it's actually preference! Don't you feel that Teacher Fang values Yu Hua very much?" Li Hongying replied.
"Yeah." Chen Hong nodded quickly.
“Has he eaten?”
“I don’t know, I passed by the playground and saw He Liwei still playing football, yelling.”
"Oh" Chen Hong hesitated for a moment, then quickly closed the book and walked towards the door.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Li Hongying asked.
"Nothing, something happened." After saying that, Chen Hong hurriedly left.
Mysterious.
Li Hongying muttered, maybe she was going to deliver food to Yu Hua, right?
Li Hongying guessed right. Chen Hong hurried out and went to the canteen to get food for Yu Hua.
He lent me books to read and invited me to dinner several times in a row. Isn’t it an exaggeration to give him a meal?
Chen Hong thought so.
Yu Hua was sitting in the room carefully revising his novel. Fang Minghua outlined that several thousand words in the middle needed to be revised significantly, and other parts also needed to be carefully considered.
Writing a novel is like that. After completing the manuscript, revising it three or four times may not satisfy himself and the editor. He has become accustomed to this.
I'm just a little hungry.
Did He Liwei forget to pack himself a meal?
He was specially warned.
People are like iron rice or steel. If their stomach is growling, they will not be able to concentrate.
At this moment, there was a knock on the window. Yu Hua hurried over and opened the window. It was Chen Hong standing outside.
“Here you go!”
The girl handed over two steamed buns and a bowl of vegetables through the window.
“Thank you, thank you.” Yu Hua was overjoyed.
"You should also pay attention to your health when writing novels. Goodbye!" After Chen Hong said that, he left in a hurry. Yu Hua stood at the window until he couldn't see his back. This time he reluctantly walked to the desk and sat down. Stuttered.
It smells so good!
I don’t know if it’s because I’m hungry or because the girl sent me food?
Fang Minghua got up the next morning, went for a run, washed, and ate, then slowly returned to his dormitory and saw the time at eight o'clock.
At this time Yu Hua walked in with the manuscript.
"Have the changes been completed?" Fang Minghua asked.
“It’s over.”
Fang Minghua looked at him with a good expression.
"Didn't you stay up late last night?"
"No, you went to bed early."
Fang Minghua nodded, picked up the manuscript and looked at it carefully. The parts he pointed out have been revised. The entire novel Seems more compact.
That’s about it.
“Okay, leave the manuscript to me, I will send it back to Xijing and publish it in Yanhe this month!”
"Don't you need me to rewrite it?" Yu Hua was surprised.
The manuscript is a mess. In this case, it needs to be rewritten neatly before it can be submitted.
But Fang Minghua said: "It's too late, I'll type it out for you."
After saying that, he turned on the computer, checked it out, put Yu Hua's manuscript next to the keyboard, and started typing. When Yu Hua saw the keyboard, it was very refreshing.
"Teacher Fang, is it difficult to type on the computer?"
"It's not difficult." Fang Minghua explained while typing on the keyboard: "This is something that practice makes perfect. The prerequisite is that you know the Wubi input method. There are special books explaining this input method. Want to learn?"
"It's a bit, hehe."
"Okay, you can buy a book on input methods and come over and practice when you have time."
"Thank you very much."
Yu Hua left happily.
This "April 3rd Incident" has about 40,000 words. Fang Minghua typed it for several hours, and it was only after four o'clock in the afternoon that it was all completed.
Of course, there was also proofreading word for word, which took until midnight to complete.
The next morning, the sound of a dot matrix printer could be heard in Fang Minghua’s dormitory, which kept ringing all morning.
At noon, Yu Hua came back from get out of class. He wanted to see if his novel Fang Minghao had finished typing. As soon as he entered Fang Minghua’s dormitory, he saw a pile of printing paper on the desk. There are densely packed Chinese characters on it.
It turned out to be the novel I wrote.
"Teacher Fang, why did you print so many copies?" Yu Hua was a little surprised.
"Send one copy to Xijing and distribute the rest to the class. On Friday I will talk about another important type of avant-garde novels - existential novels, and I will use your novel as an example." Fang Minghua explained.
Huh? !
(End of this chapter)