Chapter 409 My future is not a dream
Ye Weilin invited the two people into his office.
After pouring tea for the two of them, Ye Weilin asked: "Editor Fang, are you coming to Hainan on a business trip this time?"
"It's not a business trip." Fang Minghua replied with a smile: "Hainan The province is about to be established soon. I want to come and take a look at this largest special economic zone in the country. In addition, there is something about my friend’s company. I will come to see it.”
“Oh?”
Fang Minghua didn't hesitate anymore and told Ye Weilin the purpose of his visit.
"We don't know the president of their publishing house. Chairman Ye, can you help us arrange a meeting?" Fang Minghua made his request.
After hearing this, Ye Weilin pondered for a while and then said: "The president of Hainan People's Publishing House is called Hong Shouxiang. I am not very familiar with it, but the deputy director of their publishing house's editorial office is called Su Bin, who is also from Hunan Province. I just transferred from Hunan People's Publishing House last year. I'll ask him about President Hong first."
"Wait a moment." Ye Weilin stood up and picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number. Chat in authentic Hunan dialect.
After two minutes, Ye Weilin hung up the phone and said to the two of them: "Su Bin said that their President Hong went to Huacheng for a meeting, and it is estimated that he will not be back until next week."
Fang Minghua was a little disappointed after hearing this.
Without the top leader, no one else can make the decision on this kind of thing.
"I said to Editor Fang, why are you in a hurry? Since you have come to Haikou, you can spend a few more days and see the scenery here. It is completely different from your Qin Province."
Also They could only do this. After chatting for a while, the two of them said goodbye and left, declining the other party's invitation to take care of the lunch.
Sitting on the motorcycle and returning to Wanghai Tower, Zhao Hongjun looked very interested: "Minghua, there is nothing much to do these days. Where should we go to play? Let's go see the sea during the day and go to the dance hall in the evening. Playing? I heard that the dance hall in Wanghai Tower is very fun.”
"You don't seem to be in a hurry?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Why are you anxious? Come out, then relax and relax. It's useless to be anxious anyway." Zhao Hongjun said plausibly
Shit!
When you were in Xijing, you were so anxious that you dragged me to Hainan. Now that you are in Haikou, you are not in a hurry anymore?
Fang Minghua has every reason to suspect that this guy is coming to Haikou to talk about business but actually wants to come and have fun?
But they had nothing to do. The two took off their suits and put on T-shirts and jeans. They went out and got on a motorcycle. The driver took them directly to Haikou Bay.
In this era, there was no Century Bridge or Wanlv Garden in Haikou Bay, so it seemed a little desolate. However, the white and delicate beach, the tall and straight coconut trees, the blue sky and the white clouds in the sea made people feel relaxed and happy.
What made the two of them even more comfortable was that there was no cold wind from the north, and the January sun made them feel warm and comfortable.
The two took off their shoes, sat on the beach, and chatted while looking at the sea not far away.
Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette and said:
"Minghua, Haikou is a little backward, but the climate is good, especially in winter. If you live here for a while, the life will be so beautiful."
"What? Make a home here first?" "Fang Minghua asked.
“You don’t want to?”
“Actually, it’s really good here, but I heard that Sanya is better. There are ends of the world there.”
“Ends of the world? Is that the song? ? Please come to the ends of the earth, where spring is always present”
"Yes, that's the song." Fang Minghua said with a smile: But I heard that there is no air traffic there yet. After there is an airport, I will buy a house there and live with my wife and children for a few days every winter. "
"Minghua, are you afraid of Tangtang? Do you think of your wife wherever you go? Isn’t this the style of our Qin Province elders? ! ”
Fang Minghua was speechless and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The days in Haikou became leisurely.
The two of them also learned the local attire, wearing T-shirts and large pants during the day, and then Wear a pair of flip-flops and ride around the city on a motorcycle
Instead of eating Baoluo rice noodles, I eat pork trotter rice, beef brisket rice and Wenchang chicken, all of which taste good. In fact, Wanghailou Hotel provides a wide variety of Cantonese and Qiong cuisine, but the two of them always felt that they were not as delicious as those at the night market stalls.
Qilou Old Street, Haikou Bell Tower, Haidian Island People’s Bridge. I visited all the places of interest in Haikou.
The urban area of Haikou in this era was only 20 square kilometers, with a population of less than 200,000. It took two days to go to all the places that should be visited, so the two of them had no choice but to wander on the streets.
Fang Minghua was surprised to find that the streets of Haikou had unknowingly become a paradise for "artistic youths". He saw a college student restaurant on the street. There are also shoe shining, newspaper selling, singing, juggling, painting, and guitar playing
In fact, these are college students who came to Hainan and could not find jobs for the time being.
When Fang Minghua came to this era, it was the first time he saw someone singing on the street with a guitar.
It is on Datong Road.
It was a thin boy with long hair, singing a song that was just popular this year.
"My Future is Not a Dream" by Zhang Yusheng:
Do you want me to bow my head in the sun
Work silently and hard with sweat
Do you want me to not give up what I want even if I am indifferent
Life
In front of him was a washbasin with a few dimes in it.
Fang Minghua listened carefully for a while, and his singing was pretty good. Although he didn't have Zhang Yusheng's high-pitched voice, he had a Wang Feng flavor.
Finally, he took out a five-yuan note and put it gently in the basin, turned around and left.
Today is Sunday. In the evening, the two of them were very bored. Fang Minghua refused Zhao Hongjun’s suggestion to go to the karaoke bar to listen to singing. The two of them took a motorcycle and let the driver drive aimlessly on the street. After running around, I finally came to Yecheng People's Park near Daying Mountain. I found that there were many young people on the lawn in the park. Some were playing cards with flashlights, and some were talking loudly in dialects from all over the world. Instantly attract their attention.
"Master, what are they doing?" Zhao Hongjun asked the driver.
“These are college students who come to Haikou to look for jobs. Some of them can’t find a place to rent so they stay here at night.” The motorcycle driver explained in very broken Mandarin: “But Haikou is only so big. , why do we need so many people?”
"So many college students?!" Zhao Hongjun was surprised when he heard this. He estimated that there were thousands of people!
Oh God
Gently wake up the sleeping soul
Slowly open your eyes
Look at the busy world
Are you still lonely and spinning around?
The spring breeze does not understand the style
Blows the hearts of young people
I don’t know who is singing Luo Dayou’s "Tomorrow" in a corner of the park It will be better", and soon the park became quiet, and it didn't take long for people to start following suit.
More people sang in unison. The singing was solemn and low, seeming to be suppressed, but it seemed that one could hear the pounding of hearts far and near. Even Zhang Jianjun hummed along. stand up.
Let me embrace your dream
Let me have your sincere face
Let our smile
be filled with the pride of youth
Let us look forward to it Tomorrow will be better
As soon as the song was finished, a classmate started another tune, this time it was "The Internationale", followed by another chorus:
Get up, hungry and cold slaves,
< br>Rise up, you suffering people all over the world!
My blood is already boiling,
We must fight for the truth!
The old world is in ruins,
Slaves, get up, get up!
The singing was surging and heart-stirring.
While singing, a girl started crying, and soon the whole park was full of crying.
Fang Minghua did not sing along, he folded his hands on his chest and listened to all this silently.
"No singing! No singing! Whoever sings again will not be allowed to stay here..."
The joint defense team members came out from nowhere. The beams of their flashlights were between the trees, the flowers and the trees. Wandering around in the grass, shouting loudly.
The singing suddenly stopped, and the park became dead silent. The light beams and voices of the joint defense team members also gradually faded away. Not far away, on Haixiu Road, the noisy market sounds could be clearly heard.
(End of this chapter)