Chapter 529 We don’t write poems anymore
In the summer of 1987, Fang Minghua was a temporary substitute teacher at the Yanjing Lu Academy Workshop. During this period, he came to Xichuan. When talking about Haizi, Xichuan said that Haizi once traveled to Qinghai. I looked for Shang Zhongmin when I was passing through Chengdu. At this time, Shang Zhongmin was teaching at Chengdu Hydropower Engineering School. I wonder if he is still there?
And it’s summer now, so I don’t know if there is anyone in the school?
No matter what, I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well go there.
Fang Minghua bought a traffic map of Chengdu, figured out the location of Chengdu Hydropower Engineering School, and squeezed onto the bus.
Chengdu Hydropower Engineering School is located on Airport Road. Fang Minghua drove there and rushed there. The school was already on holiday. This was a technical secondary school and the campus was not big. Fang Minghua walked around and found it empty.
He was a little unwilling to give up, so he asked an uncle at the gate.
Unexpectedly, when Fang Minghua mentioned the name Shang Zhongmin, the old man actually knew him.
“He, it’s not good to stay in the Ministry of Water Resources in Yanjing. He has to come to our technical secondary school to teach? Teaching is just teaching well. What poems do you have to write? He organized a student demonstration last year. He made a mistake, the school punished him, and he resigned. But the young man was a nice guy. He gave me cigarettes every time he saw me, hehe."
Resigned?
"Then do you know where he went?" Fang Minghua asked.
“Still in Chengdu,” the old man said, “I met him one time and he said that he had opened a company that sold computers. He also gave me a business card and said that if I wanted to buy a computer, I would contact him. Discount, isn’t this nonsense? I’m an old man who knows nothing about computers, haha.”
“Do you still have the business card?”
“Yes, I’ll look for it for you.” The old man opened the drawer. Take out a business card from inside.
Fang Minghua took it and took a look:
Chairman and General Manager of Chengdu Tianhong Communications Company: Shang Zhongmin.
This name is quite noble.
There is also the company address on it.
"Thank you, uncle." Fang Minghua thanked him and left the school.
Shang Zhongmin's company is located in the Chengdu Computer City. Moziqiao is the "Technology Street" in the central area. It was also famous throughout the country at that time. There is a saying that "there is Zhongguancun in the north and Moziqiao in the south" .
Like Zhongguancun, the streets are narrow and lined with shops, all of which are equipped with computer equipment. Minghua finally found No. 46 Moziqiao, which is a five-story old building. Walking into the narrow corridor, each floor is filled with various shops. I work in a computer supplies company. When I walked to the end of the fifth floor, Minghua saw the office with the sign "Chengdu Tianhong Communication Technology Co., Ltd."
He leaned towards the window and took a look. The office was small and a bit messy. Shang Zhongmin was sitting behind a boss's desk, staring at the computer screen and operating something.
Minghua knocked on the door and went in. Shang Zhongmin looked up and was stunned when he saw it was him.
"Is it you? Editor Fang?!"
"I have resigned from the position of editor-in-chief of "Yanhe", you can just call me Minghua." Fang Minghua explained:
"Zhou Keqin, the vice chairman of your Provincial Writers Association, has passed away. On behalf of the Qin Provincial Writers Association, I have come to express my condolences. I thought of you and came to see you."
"Zhou Keqin? Is the author of "Xu Mao and His Daughters" dead? What a pity, I read that novel when I was in college." Shang Zhongmin replied and then asked:
"How did you find this place?"
Fang Minghua. Briefly explain the process.
The two exchanged a few words, Fang Minghua glanced around again, and said with a smile: "It's not bad to open a company and become the boss."
"What the hell, boss, there are only four of me." Shang Zhongmin said in a self-deprecating tone, and asked Fang Minghua to sit down. Then he ran next door and poured Minghua a glass of water.
"What? Go to the sea and stop writing poems?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Now, what is there to write about? Look at what they are writing now?!" Shang Zhongmin suddenly took out a magazine from his office desk and handed it to Fang Minghua.
It was the "Reader's Digest" that Song Tangtang showed him at home!
“Look at this poem.” Shang Zhongmin pointed to the title page of Wang Guozhen’s “If Life Is Not Generous enough”.
"You say, this deserves to be called a poem?! Even in vernacular, you can't write it like this." At this point, Shang Zhongmin sighed:
"But it is said that this Wang Guozhen poem, in college It's very popular on campus. Thinking about what was popular when we were in college, it's totally different from the era."
"Do you miss Beidao Gu Cheng and the others?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile. "Hey, let's not talk about it. I said I won't talk about poetry." Shang Zhongmin avoided the topic: "Then I'll call you Minghua. Since you're here, I'll treat you to hot pot in the evening and treat Hu Dong, Wanxia and the others as well. Call us, we haven’t been together for a long time. Now everyone is busy with their own affairs. Today is an opportunity.”
“Hu Dong Wanxia? There was a quarrel at the poetry party in 1986?" Fang Minghua said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Why are you arguing?" Shang Zhongmin laughed and said, "No, because they don't write poems anymore!"
At about five o'clock, the two went downstairs and took the bus straight to the People's Government. On the way, we arrived at a restaurant called "Chengdu Old Hot Pot".
A table near the back was already full of people. Wan Xia and Hu Dong, whom Minghua knew, were here. In addition to these two, Shang Zhongmin introduced Li Yawei, Ma Song, .There is also a girl named Zhai Yongming who has just returned from the United States.
Only then did Minghua realize:
They are all Chengdu poets who have dominated the poetry world in the past few years!
But today, no one talks about poetry.
We talked about making money, starting a company, even how to chase girls, and the embarrassing things about going to college, but they didn’t mention poetry.
After mutual introduction, Fang Minghua learned that Wan Xia is now the editor of a literary magazine in Chengdu, and is also involved in poetry. The rest of the people are far away from poetry or even literature.
Shang Zhongmin opened a communications company.
Li Yawei is a restaurant owner.
Ma Song entered a company.
Hu Dong is now a homeless person.
Zhang Zao went abroad,
Bai Hua went abroad
The Sichuan poetry group that used to dominate the poetry world has disappeared.
In addition to chatting, everyone drank. People in Sichuan Province drank very hard. Even though Fang Minghua drank a lot, he couldn't withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of a few people.
So Shang Zhongmin laughed and said that many people were dissatisfied with the poems written by our people in Sichuan Province, but no one was dissatisfied with drinking!
That year Haizi came back from a long trip to Qinghai and passed by Chengdu to stay with me for a few days. He was made drunk by us every day.
"Yes, where is Haizi? I haven't heard from him for a long time." Shang Zhongmin asked with concern.
"He was not in good spirits. He wanted to commit suicide last year but was saved by Nishikawa and the others and sent to the hospital for treatment."
"Oh"
"Hey"
Everyone sighed for a while, but quickly changed the topic of finger-guessing.
After eating, everyone dispersed, and Fang Minghua also said goodbye to Shang Zhongmin.
“Minghua, come see me next time you come to Chengdu, and let’s eat hot pot together!”
"Okay, when you come to Xijing, give me a call and I'll treat you to mutton dip," Fang Minghua said.
“I want to drink your Xifeng wine!”
The two laughed and parted.
This was the last time Fang Minghua saw Shang Zhongmin.
(End of this chapter)