Chapter 434: Going to Yanjing with several big figures in the literary world of Qin Province
They are all smart people, and they keep their words to the point.
The two of them did not continue to talk about this topic. After a while, they saw that it was almost time to get off work, so they went home.
After dinner at his parents' house in the evening, the couple took their children out to play. This was Fang Minghua's task.
Now that "Knife in the Snow" has been completed, "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit" is also in the intense preparation process. Zhang Yimou has taken people to drive to various counties in Guanzhong to find suitable shooting locations. But this has nothing to do with Fang Minghua.
I don’t write anything for the time being, so I have a lot of leisure in the evening.
Take your son and drive to your mother-in-law’s house, and then take your daughter out for a walk in Xincheng Square or the nearby Revolution Park area.
Both children can now walk. Their short legs move very fast. You have to keep an eye on each one, otherwise they will disappear in a blink of an eye. There are cars everywhere on the road.
Fortunately, there is a new children's playground in Revolution Park, which has slides, trampolines, and a merry-go-round. The two children now like to come here the most.
Today the couple took their children to the playground in the park. First, one of them took one child to ride the merry-go-round for a while, and then the two children went to play on the trampoline. The adults can just watch outside. .
I can finally take a break, it’s so tiring to take care of the kids.
Fang Minghua sat down on the stone chair.
Song Tangtang was very patient and stood on the side looking at the child.
"Tangtang, stop looking, sit down and take a rest." Fang Minghua shouted.
Song Tangtang looked at the two children who were having fun, then came over and sat next to Fang Minghua and said.
"My children are small, and I'm afraid of being crushed by older children."
"It's okay. It's okay to be crushed. For children, bumping and bumping is normal." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Song Tangtang glared at him.
How can that mean that you, a father, are so ambitious?
However, I still sat obediently next to my husband.
"Oh, I almost forgot one thing. I'm going to Yanjing in a few days. What do you want to bring to your grandparents?" Fang Minghao said.
"Going on a business trip again?"
"Having a meeting." Fang Minghua simply told his wife what happened.
After hearing this, Song Tangtang thought for a moment, smiled on his face, and said in a teasing tone:
“Hey, Comrade Minghua, it seems that he is going to be promoted again.”
"What kind of official is an official in the Writers' Association? It's just a reputation."
"That's also an affirmation of your achievements in the field of literature. Isn't Jia Pingwa envious?"
"I had a long talk about coming to my office this afternoon." Fang Minghua said truthfully.
"Among the four of you, Jia Pingwa is the most enthusiastic about the promotion. It is normal for him to say so." Song Tangtang said.
“This may not be a bad thing. If the Writers Association is a mess, someone must take care of it.” Fang Minghua chuckled.
"Okay, let's not talk about this. When you go to Yanjing this time, you can bring some ginseng and royal jelly to my grandma and grandma. They are old and weak, so they need to take a good supplement."
"Okay, no. Question."
After May Day, Fang Minghua took the train to Yanjing with several boxes of ginseng and royal jelly in his luggage bag.
Of course he is not alone. He is also accompanied by Hu Cai, Chairman of the Writers Association, Du Pengcheng, Vice Chairman, Wang Wenshi, Liu Ruobing, Liu Jianjun and others. They are all members of the National Writers Association Council and are officially attending the meeting this time. .
These days, hard sleeper train tickets have become difficult to buy. Although, except for Fang Minghua, the others are all in their sixties or seventies, they are not all lower berths. There are middle berths and an upper berth.
Obediently, Fang Minghua climbed to the upper bunk, where several old people were chatting below.
Fang Minghua took the radio and listened to a one-man show from Qin Province. Recently, a man named "Wang Mudu" in Xijing City suddenly became popular. He speaks authentic Guanzhong dialect with a very strong accent. His speech is dull, his behavior is both smart and confused, and he is both kind and selfish. His one-man shows are particularly popular.
It combines the characteristics of stand-up comedy, stories and dramas. Fang Minghua feels that it is very similar to later talk shows.
"My name is Wang Mudu, my sister's name is Wang Maogai, and my wife's name is Li Yaomei." Fang Minghua was listening to Wang Mudu's "Qin Opera Song, Dance and Divorce" with great interest when he heard someone calling from the lower bunk. Own.
"Minghua, why are you listening to Wang Mudu again?"
Fang Minghua stretched out his head and looked down and saw that it was Liu Jianjun sitting on the lower bunk.
Of course it is not his soon-to-be brother-in-law Liu Jianjun, but the director of the Chinese Department of Western University and a director of the Chinese Writers Association.
Hearing Liu Jianjun ask this, Fang Minghua replied: "Yes, it sounds good."
"It sounds good? I asked Shi Guoqing to come to your office that day to give you a special talk!"
"Okay, I give you a warm welcome." Fang Minghua said.
Everyone laughed.
Wang Mudu’s real name is Shi Guoqing. He is not an ordinary citizen but a teacher in the Department of Chemistry at Northwest University!
It is said that one-man show is just a hobby. Since he and Liu Jianjun are from the same university, he naturally knows each other, so that’s why he said it just now.
Of course it’s a joke.
"Minghua, let's talk about the writing seminar held in Huashan in early April." Liu Jianjun continued: "New realistic novels and writing realism are the strengths of our writers in Qin Province. The trend in the literary world is finally changing. , we are all praising you."
"Really? Director Liu, just don't scold me," Fang Minghua said half-jokingly, half-seriously: "I wrote it at the beginning. Avant-garde novels such as stream of consciousness and magical realism were later used in the literary world, and realist techniques were thrown aside. Many people blamed me for this. ”
"Haha. You know what you are doing! You are the only one who advocates those things, and how embarrassed are the writers in Qin Province? Many people are telling me that I can no longer write novels!" Du Pengcheng was the one who spoke.
Du Pengcheng and Fang Ming have a good personal relationship, so they talk casually.
Du Pengcheng is telling the truth.
Perhaps the land of Qin Province is too heavy and the tradition of realist writing is too deep, so avant-garde modernist writing has never been able to keep up with writers from other provinces.
Except for Fang Minghua, I really can’t find anyone who can master this kind of writing skill very well.
"Minghua."
"Huh? Chairman Hu?" Fang Minghua lowered his head and looked at Hu Cai, who was sitting in the corner of the lower bunk.
"This time I am going to Yanjing for a meeting. You will have the right opportunity to talk about this new realistic novel at the meeting!" Hu Cai said.
"Chairman Hu, I am only attending the meeting and am not qualified to speak." Fang Minghua said quickly.
“There is an academic seminar, and it’s not about electing the chairman of the Writers Association. What qualifications do you need to speak?!” Hu Cai said: “Also, we have so many member representatives in Qin Province, why don’t we let others participate? You, the newly added representative, are participating!”
Holy shit!
That’s not what you said in your office!
"Okay, okay, Lao Hu, just tell the truth." Du Pengcheng said next to him.
Although Hu Cai is the chairman and Du Pengcheng is the vice chairman, the latter has higher prestige in Qin Province's literary circles than the former.
After all, Hu Cai mainly focused on literary criticism, while Du Pengcheng directly became a god with his book "Defending Yan'an".
It is said that he was cordially received by great men in Yanjing after liberation.
"Okay, since Lao Du said it, I will show you the truth." Hu Cai's face was not as serious as before: "According to the discussion of the National Writers Association Presidium, we are preparing to hold this meeting. , add you as a director of the Writers Association.”
(End of this chapter)