Chapter 467 Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming


Chapter 467 Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming

The worst thing was in the 1990s. The profits of many military industrial enterprises declined sharply, and the brain drain was quite serious. This phenomenon continued until the late 1990s and the beginning of the 21st century. Only then did things turn around.

The country is poor. It focuses on the economy and people's livelihood, keeping a low profile and biding its time. The military and industrial forces should be put aside for the time being.

This is a historical trend and no one can change it.

This is why Fang Minghua feels sorry for his little sister and tries his best to help her.

It's hard to do scientific research and poor in scientific research. Others can't do anything about it, but my younger sister and brother-in-law can't live too hard.

The six-day holiday passed quickly. On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, employees officially returned to work, but the number of employees was sparse and uneven. This phenomenon did not completely disappear until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The second issue of "Yanhe" was released as scheduled this year. The editor-in-chief's recommended column was Lu Yao's novel "The Tree of Life". After several revisions, it was finally released to readers.

As soon as the novel was published, it immediately attracted attention in the literary world: Lu Yao, who had been silent for two years, finally started publishing novels again!

But this novella is neither like his previous "Life", which caused a sensation in the literary world as soon as it was published, and was praised by reviews from all walks of life, nor is it like "The Ordinary World", which was ignored and no one cared about it.

Critics have given mixed reviews to Lu Yao's "Tree of Life", with critics praising it as Lu Yao's transformational work, breaking away from the previous traditional narrative style and making the article full of inherent tension. Critics believe that Lu Yao does not insist on realistic writing, but also engages in fantasy reality and gaudy stuff, and the bold erotic descriptions in it make people a little uncomfortable.

Some people even joked: "That silly man from Qin Province also rebelled! He threw himself into the embrace of avant-garde writing."

It is mid-March, today is Sunday, the wind is gentle The sun is bright and warm.

Song Tangtang drove to his brother's house early in the morning with his two children, saying that he was going to the zoo with his sister-in-law and their nephew.

Fang Minghua didn’t go and was happy to be at ease.

After practicing Chinese calligraphy at home for a while, he felt bored, so he went out on his Erba Dagong and wandered around the city aimlessly.

After exiting the west city gate and turning south along the city wall, we came to the vicinity of Bianjia Village before we knew it.

He is quite familiar with the area here. His sister once studied at Western University and Western Polytechnic University. He often comes here and he also lectures at Western University.

Also, Lei Xuecheng, whom I know, opened a bookstore here.

He occasionally came over to chat with Lei Xuecheng, and found it quite interesting. Although this Lei Xuecheng failed in the literary path and was forced to go into business, his literary quality is still relatively high, and he will be a proper Internet celebrity in future generations. The literary and youthful owner of the Red Bookstore.

The books sold are also unique, some are niche, and even the songs played in the bookstore are unique.

No, Fang Minghua rode over and heard a man's hoarse singing voice coming from the bookstore:

I walked through Jiangnan,

Waiting in the season Her face is like the blooming and falling of a lotus

If the east wind does not come, the catkins of March will not fly,

Your heart is a small lonely city,

just like the bluestone street toward the evening

Fang Minghua sat on the bicycle, one foot on the ground, he heard it.

It is "Mistake" sung by Luo Dayou.

"Mistake" is a modern poem written by Taiwanese contemporary poet Zheng Chouyu. It is one of the representative works of modern lyric poetry in the Chinese poetry world and has been included in textbooks at home and abroad many times.

Luo Dayou composed and sang it himself and it was included in his first album "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye".

This is Luo Dayou's first publicly released album. Classic songs such as "Childhood" and "The Story of Time" come from this album.

In addition, "Lukang Town", "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye" and "Four Rhymes of Nostalgia" are also popular, but this song "Mistake" is very popular.

But in this sunny March, the warm wind that happened to blow by when I stopped and listened to this song seemed particularly beautiful.

Fang Minghua put away his bicycle and walked into the bookstore.

There were several readers in the bookstore standing by the bookshelves quietly reading books. At the bar was not Lei Xuecheng but a girl wearing a red sweater and a ponytail.

Fang Minghua knows her.

Lei Xuecheng’s girlfriend, Wu Meimei.

This Lei Xuecheng is very popular with little girls. A few years ago, I went to the magazine office in the middle of the night to steal books and took a little girl with me. When I opened a bookstore, I was attracted by the landlord girl who rented the house. The two established an established relationship. Love relationship.

Wu Meimei naturally knew Fang Minghua. When she saw him coming in, she sweetly called out: "Editor Fang."

Fang Minghua also smiled and said hello, and then asked: "You are not going to work today, where is the school city?"

"He is taking a nap in the back, I will call him."

Hehe. .

It’s a leisurely day too. Fang Minghua sighed and said, "No, I'll just look around."

"I'm going to call him. It's time for him to get up."

The girl ran into the back room, and Fang Minghua stood in front of the bookshelf and started flipping through nothing.

There is a row of bookshelves selling various magazines, including serious literature such as "Contemporary", "Harvest", "People's Literature", etc. "Yanhe" is also on the list.

Fang Minghua looked at the cover, it was from the latest issue.

At this time, Lei Xuecheng was seen walking out with Wu Meimei.

"Meimei, go and pour tea for Editor Fang. Editor Fang, sit down." Lei Xuecheng greeted warmly.

"You're welcome, is the business okay?"

"It's okay. It's not a problem to support me alone." Lei Xuecheng said in a relaxed tone.

"Is there a support for you?" Fang Minghua glanced at Wu Meimei who was pouring tea again: "It's not just you, right? When will you get married?"

Lei Xuecheng's expression suddenly became twisted upon hearing this, On the contrary, Wu Meimei said openly: "My mother said that I will be 20 years old in October this year, and I can get a marriage certificate when I reach the legal age!"

The girl is not even 20 years old?

Fang Minghua remembered that Lei Xuecheng was almost the same age as him, but he was already 29!

Marry a girl 9 years younger than yourself!

What a beast.

Fang Minghua cursed in his heart.

But look at this girl, she looks happy.

"Editor Fang, when the time comes, we will treat you to wedding candy!" Wu Meimei said again.

"Okay, when the date is set, don't forget to notify me."

After chatting with the girl for a few words, Fang Minghua noticed the latest copy of "Yanhe" again and pulled it out Ask Lei Xuecheng.

“Xuecheng, this issue has published one of Lu Yao’s latest novels. As a reader, what do you think after reading it?”

"I read the article "The Tree of Life" written by Lu Yao. It was unexpected but also reasonable." Lei Xuecheng said frankly.

"Oh, can you tell me more specifically?" Fang Minghua picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

“It’s unreasonable because the style of Lu Yao’s new work published after two years of rest is completely different from what he wrote before. Unexpectedly, he abandoned the traditional realism writing technique that he is good at and turned to magic realism. The writing style is closer to the postmodern one."

"But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. I think that for Lu Yao personally, "Life" It is the pinnacle of his traditional realist writing techniques, even surpassing the later "Ordinary World". "

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Meimei, who was listening to their chat, interrupted: "No, I think "The Ordinary World". "The World" is even better, I cried when I watched it, and my classmates and the little sisters in our workshop also liked watching it! ”

"You are laymen who watch the excitement, and only the experts know the door." Lei Xuecheng explained patiently:

"I didn't say "The Ordinary World" is not good, but from a literary perspective, "Life" is of higher value. , Lu Yao seems to have seen this, so he strives to change, otherwise what he writes will be just a copy of "Life" or "The Ordinary World"."

Fang Minghua nodded, it seems Lei. Xuecheng does have certain literary skills.

"Then what do you think of Lu Yao's transformation?" Fang Minghua asked again.

“Overall, it is quite successful. Although this novel has flaws, it takes advantage of the strengths of magical realism writing without completely losing its original advantages. The combination is pretty good.”


"Well, what you said sounds reasonable. I also read his "The Tree of Life", but I still prefer to read his "The Ordinary World"!" The little girl still insisted on her opinion.

Fang Minghua laughed after hearing this.

Lei Xuecheng shook his head helplessly. He seemed to not want to talk about this issue anymore, so he changed the topic and said, "Editor Fang, I actually really like a poem published in this issue."

"Is it the song "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers are Blooming"?"

"Yes, it is so beautifully written! Haizi is such a talented poet!" Lei Xuecheng looked admiring.

Haizi? !

Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked: "What's the date today?"

"Today is the 25th, what's wrong?" Wu Meimei said.

Holy shit!

Tomorrow, the 26th, is the day Haizi commits suicide!

(End of this chapter)

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