Chapter 380 Visiting Wang Meng Again
Fang Minghua was very happy after receiving a call from Zhao Hongjun and learning about it.
To be honest, Lu Yao can achieve financial freedom just by relying on the copyright income from "The Ordinary World".
History has proven all this.
It’s just that Lu Yao died young and he didn’t enjoy it himself.
Now that he has traveled to this era and changed everything, he finally enjoys it.
So, will Lu Yao continue to write novels in the future?
What to write?
Only Lu Yao knows it best, and Fang Minghua also hopes that he can write better works.
Fang Minghua went to Yanjing Painting and Calligraphy Academy again during this period and bought more than a dozen paintings and calligraphy by Qi Gong, such as Yunlin Poetry, Yan Sitting on the Clouds, Leisure Boat, etc. These things are not valuable now , buy whatever you want for forty or fifty yuan.
Who knows it will rise to millions in the future?
It is July, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. It has been three months since Fang Minghua came to Yanjing. In addition to stepping up his coding, Fang Minghua also visited many places and visited many friends. Now Fang Minghua also wants to visit someone.
Wang Meng.
Actually, Fang Minghua has wanted to visit him for a long time. Unfortunately, he is in a high position and is not the former editor-in-chief of "People's Literature". He may not be able to meet him even if he wants to.
Fang Minghua thought it was impossible to find him in the ministry. An official like him must have many things to do, so he went to his home during his last break.
Unfortunately, Wang Meng no longer lives in the family building of the Yanjing Writers Association near Jinsong Road in Chaoyang, but he doesn't know where exactly he lives.
Fang Minghua tried to write a letter to Wang Meng’s unit some time ago, directly addressed to Wang Mengshou, Cultural BU.
In the letter, Fang Minghua briefly reported on his work in the past two years and revealed his intention to visit.
Fang Minghua was not sure whether he would receive it, and he was even less sure whether the other party would reply.
I have written everything, so I don’t care about that much.
Unexpectedly, just a few days ago, Wang Meng actually replied!
In the letter, Wang Meng welcomed Fang Minghua to his home, and told him his current address. He also said thoughtfully that he was busy with work and was sometimes not at home at night. It was best to make a phone call before coming. He also told Got his home phone number.
That’s it!
Fang Minghua was naturally very happy, but he was not in a hurry to visit. Instead, he quickly called his daughter-in-law in Xijing and asked her to quickly mail five kilograms of good jujubes to Yanjing, preferably Yanchuan. of!
Wang Meng likes to eat this.
Yesterday, the dog-head dates were delivered to school. Fang Minghua immediately called Wang Meng's house in the evening, but it was his lover who answered the phone.
The phone call said that Wang Meng would be back very late due to a social event in the evening, but he should be free tomorrow night.
So today after dinner at around six o'clock, Fang Minghua called again. This time the person who answered the phone was Wang Meng, and he happily asked him to come over.
Fang Minghua didn't hesitate, and immediately returned to the dormitory and changed into clean clothes. Then, carrying five kilograms of dog-head dates, he walked out of the school gate with a yellow face mask and went straight to Wang Meng's home.
Wang Meng lived in a certain community in Chaoyang. When Fang Minghua arrived, he had to register in the communication room and showed his work ID before entering the family home.
Wang Meng's family did not live in an exclusive courtyard, but in a unit building. Fang Minghua went up to the third floor and knocked on the door. It was Wang Meng's wife, Teacher Cui, who opened the door. "It's Xiaofang, come in." Teacher Cui greeted warmly.
Fang Minghua entered the room and came to the living room. It was very spacious, and it was almost in the sky and on the ground with the small house where Wang Meng originally lived in Jinsong Building.
There are wooden floors and brand new furniture. There is also a 21-inch large color TV on the TV cabinet against the wall, which is rare in this era.
Wang Meng has not changed much. He is still wearing an old-fashioned vest and reading glasses, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and reading a newspaper.
Seeing Fang Minghua come in, he put down the newspaper and greeted with a smile.
Fang Minghua walked over, put the jujube on the coffee table and said respectfully: "Minister Wang, these are the jujubes I asked my wife to send from Xijing. They are authentic and prolonged."
< br>Wang Meng laughed heartily after hearing this: "Xiao Fang, do you still remember my kindness? I don't allow others to carry anything when they come to my place, but I will accept your gift."
Fang Minghua After sitting down on the sofa, the nanny poured some tea and the two started chatting.
Actually, Fang Minghua had no purpose for coming here, the main thing was to keep in touch with each other.
When Fang Minghua talked about classes in Luyuan, Wang Meng listened attentively. Later, it was mentioned that the new issue of "Yanhe" magazine concentrated on the works of Chi Li and others. When Fang Minghua proposed the term "new realistic novels", Wang Meng nodded frequently.
“I read your articles in this issue of "Yanhe". Chi Li's "Troubled Life" and your "Platform" are both very good. This kind of novel form is completely different from what is popular in the literary world now. The avant-garde novels tend to be realist, but they are also different from the previous traditional realist novels. What you call "new realistic novels" is a good name!"
"Minister Wang, you still have time to read literature now. Magazine?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
“I not only read Menyanhe, but also People’s Literature, Contemporary, etc.! I also start writing. In the future, if I don’t hold the post of minister, I will still write. How can I lose this job? ”
Fang Minghua also admires this.
Holding a high position, he just quits if he says he doesn't want to do it, and picks up his old profession - writing. It is something that ordinary people can't do if they can afford it and have an open-minded mind.
While the two were chatting, Wang Meng suddenly asked: "Xiao Fang, how is Lu Yao's condition? I saw in the newspaper last year that he was seriously ill and hospitalized. How is his condition now?"
< br>"The situation is much better now." Fang Minghua told the other party Lu Yao's recent situation, and Wang Meng was very happy to hear it.
“I took the time to read the book "The Ordinary World" written by Lu Yao. It is very well written and very motivating. At one meeting, I told the comrades of the Education Committee that it should be published in all universities across the country. Middle school promotion read this book! Hey, Xiaofang, the third part was co-written by you and Lu Yao?”
“Lu Yao was seriously ill and couldn’t finish the third part. Give me the beginning and ask me to help write it down, so I had no choice but to agree," Fang Minghua explained.
"The writing is pretty good. The style is almost the same as the first two. If it weren't for your name, others would think it was Lu Yao who did it alone." Wang Meng laughed.
"The main reason is that Lu Yao's first two films were too profound and had an outline." Fang Minghua was very modest.
“Hey, it’s not easy to be a writer.” Wang Meng suddenly sighed: “Like Lu Yao, he still insists on writing even though he is seriously ill. Although today’s writers have a much higher social status than before. The increase in income does not match his efforts."
Hearing Wang Meng's sudden emotion, Fang Minghua's heart moved and he said with a smile: "Minister Wang, you don't know, Lu Yao's. The income is actually quite high.”
(End of this chapter)