Chapter 553 552 "Old Black Slave" "Alive"
The two crowded into a bus, and Fang Minghua asked about Yu Hua's current situation.
"This spring, I returned to my hometown after graduation, and now I am the deputy editor-in-chief of "Misty Rain Tower" magazine, a subsidiary of Jiaxing Federation of Literary and Art Circles."
Fang Minghua was slightly surprised when he heard this.
“Don’t you want to keep Yanjing?”
"How can I stay if I don't have a house?" Yu Hua said with a wry smile: "When I arrived in Jiaxing, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles gave me an apartment. Although it was not big, I still had a place to live. I will move my family to Jiaxing and settle down first, and then I will find a way to return to Yanjing. "
Fang Minghua originally wanted to ask how your relationship with your wife is now?
And what about Chen Hong?
Where did Chen Hong go?
But the words did not come out.
There is no need to ask so clearly about people’s private matters. Besides, isn’t history there?
In the end, Yu Hua returned to Yanjing.
"Okay, don't worry, Yu Hua, with your literary talent, you will definitely be able to stay in Yanjing in the future." Fang Minghua comforted.
Yu Hua chuckled after hearing this: "To tell you the truth, I think so too, and coming back is just a temporary transition."
Hehe. This guy is quite thick-skinned.
"Minghua, why did you come to Shencheng? Have a meeting?" Yu Hua asked.
“No.”
Fang Minghua didn’t hide anything, and simply told him that he wanted to establish a Chinese Literature Award. Yu Hua’s eyes widened in surprise.
"Why, no?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Okay! It definitely works! If someone said there was a literary award, I would definitely say they were bragging, but if you say it, I believe it!"
Oh?
Are you praising me or hurting me?
"Minghua, my book "Shout and Drizzle" has been published, can I participate in the review?" Yu Hua asked again.
"Of course. When the call for papers for the grand prize begins, I will personally call Editor Xiao of "Harvest" and ask their magazine to recommend your book! But I don't know if it will win the prize."
< br>“It’s fine if you can participate in the competition. As for winning, I have never thought about it.”
The bus stopped at the southeast gate. The two got off. Not long after, they saw another bus coming from the opposite direction. The bus stopped across the road. A beautiful girl wearing T-jeans got out of the bus.
It is Li Hongying.
"Teacher Fang, Yu Hua!"
The girl stood on the road opposite and waved, then ran over with a smile.
"Hongying, don't call me teacher, just call me Minghua, just like Yu Hua." Fang Minghua said.
"That's not okay. No matter what others call you, I will call you Teacher Fang."
Fang Minghua had no choice but to let her go.
The three of them found a restaurant nearby, ordered a few dishes, and chatted while eating.
Of course they are talking about their current situation.
Li Hongying graduated from the Fudan Writers Class in June this year. When she heard that Yu Hua had returned to Jiaxing and moved her home in Haiyan to Jiaxing, she snorted, but said nothing and turned her head. Look at Fang Minghua.
"Teacher Fang, I have read your two newly published books. They are so well written, especially the collection of essays "Fragments of Civilization". I was very surprised when I read it. I traveled to many places and wrote Some travel notes, but why didn’t you think of writing such prose?”
“You still have time to write it now,” Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Li Hongying shook her head: "No, I've thought about this problem. I don't have as high a level as you, nor do I have as much knowledge of history and humanities as you. Writing it will make people laugh."
Huh?
"Teacher Fang, you just came to Shanghai for a meeting?" Li Hongying asked again.
"What meeting are you having? Minghua came to Shanghai this time to handle a big event." Yu Hua took over the conversation. "What big deal?"
"Holding a world-wide literary award!" Yu Hua explained the matter again.
"Wow, Teacher Fang, is it like the Nobel Prize for Literature? You are so awesome, I admire you so much!"
"It's not like the Nobel Prize for Literature, it's a bit like the British Booker For the literary award, I reward the work, not the author himself," Fang Minghua explained.
"Hongying, you can also participate in the award with works you wrote last year or this year. Yu Hua is ready."
"Me? I mainly study, and I haven't written anything good." "Li Hongying shook her head: "But."
"But what?"
"Teacher Fang, do you still need someone in this literary award preparatory team? You can come over after I graduate? I'll help you work!" Li Hongying said suddenly.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to go abroad after graduation?” Fang Minghua asked in confusion.
"How can it be so easy to go abroad? Look at the long queue waiting for visas in front of the British Consulate General on Yongfu Road." Li Hongying explained.
“Even if I apply, it will probably take a long time to get approved. I have nothing to do during this period. I might as well go to your preparatory team to help, and I can take the opportunity to see more free works and listen to them. The judges’ comments on the work kill two birds with one stone!”
Fang Minghua pondered for a moment: “Well, I do need people there, please contact me after you graduate.”
Li Hongying. Tiantian smiled.
After eating, take Li Hongying to the bus station and take the bus back to school.
Fang Minghua and Yu Hua also said goodbye on the roadside.
He suddenly thought of something and asked quickly: "Yu Hua, after completing this book "Shout and Drizzle", do you have any preliminary ideas for the next work?
"Next step ? "
Yu Hua lit up a cigarette very skillfully and smoked before saying, "Minghua, have you ever heard of an American song called "Old Black Slave"? "
"I've heard it before. This is an American folk song. The lyrics are about an old black slave who has experienced a life of hardship. What's wrong? ”
"I accidentally heard it not long ago. Maybe it was because of the rainy day. I was very moved when I heard the song. Then I read the lyrics. Although the old black slave has experienced a life of hardship and his family has passed away before him, he is still friendly. Treat the world in an honest manner without a word of complaint."
"I was very moved and deeply touched, and I thought that I could also write a novel about people's ability to endure suffering and their optimistic attitude towards the world. Writing about people is about living for itself, not for anything other than living.”
Isn’t this “Living”?
Fang Minghua nodded after listening.
"This is a good idea. Just write it. Don't rush to submit it after you finish it. Let me take a look first."
"Okay, I'll let you take a look at it after you finish writing it and help me revise it." Yu Hua said quickly.
Hey
Modify? This is not the point. The point is that I want the publishing rights of your book to be published by Shengshi Books!
After bidding farewell to Yu Hua, Fang Minghua returned to the hotel and met Wang Anyi the next day.
At this time, Wang Anyi was no longer in the "Children's Times" magazine and became a professional writer for the Shanghai Writers Association.
When Fang Minghua met her, on the one hand he was reminiscing about old times, and on the other hand he was telling her about his intention to establish a literary award.
"Minghua, you are so courageous. You dare to do things that others dare not even think of!" Wang Anyi looked admiring.
"The Lu Prize has not been soliciting submissions. I can't wait." Fang Minghua said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Sister An Yi, you also want to participate."
"Okay, but during this period I’m not in good condition. I’m not writing very well but I still submitted it. It’s a support for you!”
Fang Minghua also wanted to go to East China Normal University to find Ge Fei. Unfortunately, he went to the school and found out that Ge Fei was going to another place for a meeting! , I had to give up.
After staying in Yanjing and Shencheng for more than 20 days, Fang Minghua finally returned to Xijing.
(End of this chapter)