Chapter 617 616 Don’t write novels, write reportage
The two left Fang Mingjun’s home and looked for a small restaurant nearby.
I ordered a pot of pork stewed vermicelli, a plate of pig head meat and cucumbers, a colorful steamed rice noodles, and a bottle of Laolongtou liquor that the locals like to drink. The two of them chatted while eating.
In the past few days, Fang Mingjun has been running around with Fang Minghua, but he doesn't talk much. Now after three glasses of wine, he has obviously started talking more.
"Brother, smoke one." Fang Mingjun took out a pack of Changbai Ginseng cigarettes from his coat pocket.
Fang Minghua shook his head: "You know I don't smoke."
Fang Mingjun lit one himself, took a puff and said: "Brother, I found that it's not easy for you to be a writer, in the cold weather , I thought I would just write it out while I was running around in the office."
"How can it be that easy?" Fang Minghua laughed: "But we have seen it in the past two days. Compared with other workers, it is much more comfortable."
"Brother, I have read the article "Textile Girl" you wrote," Fang Mingjun suddenly said.
“Do you read serious novels?” Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
"Brother, what you said is a bit contemptuous." Fang Mingjun wiped his hair coolly: "Do you think I can only watch martial arts? I think back then, I was also a literary young man."
"Haha "Sorry, I'll punish myself with a drink." Fang Minghua picked up the glass.
"I'll accompany you."
The two of them picked up their wine glasses and drank down the wine in one gulp.
"I was deeply touched after reading it. Brother, you really understood it on the spot, instead of just sitting in the office and writing like some writers."
"Don't forget, your cousin Mingmei is one of our textile workers in Xijing." Fang Minghua said.
“Oh, yes, yes.” Fang Mingjun said: “Brother, actually I think what you wrote is a bit too light.”
“Too light? What do you mean?”
< br>"You wrote in the novel that Zhang Li was sent to a ballroom to dance by her husband on a bicycle. This is nothing to us. We all work in groups, and the price of entering the ballroom is clearly marked: dance in the open for 5 Yuan, dance in secret for 10 yuan.”
“The more powerful one is to send his wife to be a young lady. If he is afraid of being embarrassed by his acquaintances in Tiexi, he will go to another place in the city. A young man works in the same chemical factory that I accompanied you to. He is in a worse situation than us. He and his wife have been laid off, and they have not been paid for several months. There are six people in the family, and it is very difficult for the family.
Later, we discovered that this guy seemed to be well-off. He smoked and did not smoke Changbai ginseng, but actually smoked "Sanwu." We asked him what business he did to make a fortune, but he always laughed and said nothing. "
"One time we were drinking, and he drank too much. While drinking, he started crying and said he was sorry for his wife. Later, we found out that he was in the pimp business! The wife is a lady. Many times, he would ride his motorcycle to take his wife to the ground and wait there. Firstly, he would have to pick her up later, and secondly, he was afraid of meeting bad people. "
"I became angry after hearing this and scolded him loudly, are you still a fucking man? You have hands and feet, why don’t you go out and do something, but do you have to be a turtle? ! "
" He smiled miserably, what can I do? What can you do to make money to support your family? ! ”
Fang Minghua listened silently.
After a while, he asked again: "What happened next?"
"What happened next? Later, someone discovered this. I couldn't hold my head up, so I left the child at home and took my wife to the south. What exactly did I do? I don’t know either.”
Fang Mingjun said, lighting up another cigarette, the smoke curling up covering his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
After finishing the food and a bottle of wine, they both drank it dry and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, the Ming army suddenly said: "Brother, you are going back to Xijing, and I am also preparing to leave Fengtian."
"Where are you going? To work in the south?"
"No, go to Harbin, to Heihe. I heard you can make money doing business with Russians there, and I want to give it a try."
International villain!
“Do you need funds?” Fang Minghua asked softly. "No need, I still have some."
"Then you have to pay attention to your safety."
"I know, brother. Then one day when I really can't survive, I will come to Xijing to join you." Fang Mingjun said, half joking and half serious.
"No problem." Fang Minghua agreed. "But I still wish you fortune and become rich!"
The two parted at the door of the small restaurant.
The next morning, Fang Minghua left Fengtian by plane and flew directly to Xijing.
The sky was still hazy, and looking out from the airplane window, the whole city was also gray.
Fang Minghua felt that he had traveled to many places in the past few days since he came to Fengtian, so he should write something when he went back.
In this era, there are not many novels focusing on the Northeast, especially about cities. Chi Zijian, a young writer who is rising in the literary world, also mainly writes about rural areas. Cities and the people living in these cities seem to be forgotten.
On the contrary, twenty or thirty years later, a group of young writers appeared in this land, especially in Liao Province, telling "a belated story": "Past Events in the Northeast" in the 1990s.
It is not the generation of workers but the descendants of workers who tell the stories of their fathers, such as Shuang Xuetao's "The Master", "The Scoundrel", "Guangmingtang", "The Pilot", and Ban Yu's "Xiaoyaoyou" "Panjin Leopard", "Chance", "Sky Road" and Zheng Zhi's "Immortal Disease", etc.
Of course, there are also the movie "The Piano" and the TV series "The Long Season", which only appeared in people's sight after more than 20 years.
Since no one is writing now, then write it yourself.
However, this time Fang Minghua suddenly did not plan to write a novel. He wanted to write a reportage.
Novel is fiction after all, but reportage is real.
Real cases, real data.
There is no need for word modification or sensationalism, just what you know is presented as it is.
Back in Xijing, although it is still ice and snow, compared with Fengtian, Hong Kong drama is much warmer.
Cat is at home in this weather. It is undoubtedly a pleasure to drink tea and write something that I like.
After Fang Minghua returned home, he immediately calmed down and devoted himself to writing.
Midway through, Jia Pingwa came over once and told Fang Minghua that "Abandoned Capital" had been revised again, and after communicating with Su Bin, the final version was finalized and decided to be published.
"Minghua, I deleted some □□□□□□ (the author deleted × hundred × ten × words), and blurred some erotic descriptions. I went back and thought about it calmly, and I think you are right Yes, there is something wrong with my mentality.”
Jia Pingwa is very honest.
Fang Minghua understood what he meant.
Because Jia Pingwa and her wife divorced.
Divorce is a double-edged sword, a blow to both husband and wife, but this will not affect the writer's mentality.
Looking at the somewhat depressed Jia Pingwa, Fang Minghua felt a few words of comfort, but of course he wouldn't say anything: "It doesn't matter, you can find another one."
He just smiled and patted Jia Pingwa on the shoulder. He said in a joking tone: "As the saying goes, if you are disappointed in love, you will be proud in the casino. Of course, if you don't gamble, then you will be very proud in your career! Wait for the good news after publication!"
December Just like that,
A 60,000-word "Do Our Workers Still Have Strength?" The ups and downs and confusion of a generation of workers" reportage is released.
The article is divided into three parts, the first part: Smashing the "iron rice bowl": from factory to market
Part 2: "Lazy guy", "face-saving", "eating subsistence allowance"? The re-employment dilemma of laid-off workers
Part 3: Women and families under the cloud.
(End of this chapter)