Chapter 466 465 people are in good spirits on happy occasions
Chen Zhongshi followed Fang Minghua, put the filled snakeskin bags in the trunk of the car, and then got in the car.
The car drove towards Yuxiangmen. Fang Minghua chatted with Chen Zhongshi while driving.
"Teacher Chen, have you finished writing your novel?"
"It's finished."
"It's over? So soon?" Fang Minghua was surprised.
He vaguely remembered that "White Deer Plain" was first published in 1993. It was only 1989 and it was finished?
Chen Zhongshi said: "The first draft is only after it is finished. In fact, it is still just a show. It is still early for the official completion. After the New Year, I will prepare to revise and start the second draft."
That’s it!
Fang Minghua understood, and he suddenly became interested: "Teacher Chen, can you let me appreciate your first draft?"
Unexpectedly, Chen Zhongshi refused.
"Minghua, it's not that I won't show it to you. I won't show it to anyone until I finish writing it. Why? This is like us Guanzhong people steaming steamed buns. When the buns are halfway steamed, what are we most afraid of? ? The most afraid thing is to lift the lid of the pot! As soon as the lid is lifted, the air will be released, so the steamed buns will cook."
Chen Zhongshi’s metaphor immediately made Fang Minghua laugh.
"It makes sense. I'm just curious. OK, I'll read it after you finish it."
Chen Zhongshi was in a good mood today. Speaking of his novel, he said with a smile: " I won’t talk about the content, but I can tell you some interesting things about writing this novel.”
"What's an interesting story?"
"In order to collect materials, I visited Lantian, Chang'an, Xianning and other places to do humanities research. This summer, probably in April, I made a special trip to Niu Zhaolian's tomb in Sanli Town, Lantian Worship Niu Zhaolian, do you know?”
“I’ve heard that he was the last master of the “Guanzhong School” in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. ”
“Yes, that’s him!”
“After paying homage to him, I returned to my hometown and started writing the novel on paper. The first sentence: Bai Jiaxuan later boasted that he had married seven women in his life."
"Did you borrow this beginning from the first sentence of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" written by Marquez: Many years later, facing the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia will remember that his father took him to That distant afternoon when I was looking at ice cubes." Fang Minghua asked.
"Yes, it is." Chen Zhongshi did not deny it.
"I like this book, and to be honest, I also borrowed some of his writing techniques in the novel."
"Magic realism?"
"Yes, it's the magical realism you talked about a few years ago, and I've started to follow the trend, haha."
"Coincidentally, Lu Yao's recent novella, submitted for "Yanhe", also used magical realism writing techniques." Fang Minghua said.
"Oh, he is not stubborn anymore? Hahaha." Chen Zhongshi laughed after hearing this.
The two chatted and laughed, and the car soon arrived at Yuxiangmen Bus Station. Fang Minghua put Chen Zhongshi on the minibus bound for Bailuyuan and waved.
"Teacher Chen, I would like to wish you a happy birthday. Hurry up and finish writing. When spring comes, we will go to you to play cards and drink."
"Okay."
As expected, people feel refreshed when happy events occur.
Perhaps, after completing the first draft of "White Deer Plain", Chen Zhongshi felt relaxed.
Fang Minghua thought this way.
The Spring Festival arrived in 1989. On this day, Fang Minghua, his wife, and their two children returned to their parents' home early. They steamed steamed buns, made dumplings, and made the "Eight Great Bowls of Guanzhong" together, and the family was full of laughter.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, in addition to watching the Spring Festival Gala, there is another activity tonight, taking the children to the yard downstairs to set off cannons. There is no prohibition policy these days, and the whole Xijing City is now filled with crackling sounds. The two children are only two years old, but they are also very interested in this stuff.
Fang Minghua discovered that Tiantian, as an elder brother, was not as courageous as his sister Ruirui. The little girl bravely lit the firecrackers on the ground with a stick of incense, while the elder brother stood far away with his hands covering his ears. .
Hey.
This girl just follows her mother.
It was only after Fang Minghua got married that he learned that Song Tangtang was very naughty and mischievous when he was young, and was definitely not as elegant and cool as he is now.
The 1989 Spring Festival Gala was the last Spring Festival Gala in the 1980s. Mainland pop culture had already taken off, the Hong Kong and Taiwan music scene ushered in the "golden decade", and the period of comprehensive development of television programs was slowly coming.
The 1989 Spring Festival Gala was a concentrated review of these cultural phenomena of the 1980s, tapping the pulse of the times at the end of the year and welcoming the arrival of the new decade.
But for this Spring Festival Gala, Fang Minghua feels that the songs are not as eye-catching as the previous ones, such as "The Moon A Thousand Miles Away", "Love", "Grandma's Penghu Bay" and "Follow the Feeling".
It seems that it is not as popular as "A Fire in the Winter" sung by Fei Xiang in 1987. After all, Hong Kong and Taiwan music is played in the streets and alleys now, so it is not surprising.
On the first day of junior high school, a family of four took their parents to drive around the city for a day. On the second day of junior high school, it was the day when the daughter-in-law returned to her parents’ home. Since it was the first time for younger sister Fang Mingli and son-in-law Li Jianjun to return home, they After Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang discussed it, they decided to stay at home on the second day of the new year and return to their father-in-law's house on the third day of the new year.
This is a big event. Fang Minghua's family and his sister Fang Mingmei's family are back, making it extremely lively.
My younger sister Fang Mingli is wearing a red woolen coat. Compared with before, she is less youthful and more mature than before. Liu Jianjun is wearing a blue suit and tie.
This is fashionable these days.
Of course, both of them were carrying large and small packages of gifts.
"Come back as soon as you come back. Why are you spending this money with so many things? Your salary is not high." Zhang Fenglan, the mother, scolded and happily accepted the gifts from her son-in-law and daughter.
The two daughters and daughter-in-law Song Tangtang went to the kitchen to help with the cooking. A few men were sitting on the sofa in the living room chatting, and the children were staring at the TV - "Journey to the West" was playing.
"Jianjun, are you busy with work?" Fang Minghua asked casually.
“Not busy.”
“Not busy? Don’t work overtime?” Fang Minghua remembered, didn’t his sister often work overtime at work before she got married?
"Nowadays, military industrial enterprises are not very efficient. The funds allocated by the state are limited, and many scientific research projects cannot be carried out. Working hours are enough, but we still need to work overtime?" Liu Jianjun explained.
"Hey, Jianjun, how much can you get as a monthly salary?" the eldest son-in-law asked the younger son-in-law out of curiosity.
“183 yuan.”
“Is there a bonus?”
“No.”
“Then the salary in your unit is really low, it might as well be The apprentice I lead in the workshop has a high salary. You said you are still a graduate student, why are you paid such a low salary?”
"There is no way, the unit efficiency is not good." Liu Jianjun said with a wry smile.
“It’s true that the country has managed to cultivate highly educated talents like you without paying high wages.” The eldest son-in-law couldn’t help but shake his head.
The eldest son-in-law is Chen Yaoming, a worker at the Sixth National Cotton Factory, and is now the workshop monitor.
Fang Minghua said nothing.
Your cotton spinning factory is currently at its most glorious moment, but it is about to go downhill!
But the efficiency of military industrial enterprises is too low, right?
But it seems that the worst has not yet come.
(End of this chapter)