Chapter 683 Winter Fishing
After washing, Li Li slept in Ruirui's room, and the two got into the same bed.
The little girl was wearing pajamas and looked sideways at Li Li next to her. She rolled her big eyes and said, "Auntie, do you like my dad?"
"Ah?! Ruirui, don't talk nonsense! It's not good for your mother to hear it!" Li Li felt a little flustered and said hurriedly.
"I'm afraid my mother will hear it, so I'll keep my voice down. Auntie, do you like my father?" The little girl whispered into Li Li's ear.
What a big kid!
Of course Li Li still denies it.
“No.”
“Then why are you so nice to my dad?” Ruirui asked again.
"Your father is a good man, of course I have to be nice to him." Li Li regained her composure and said with a smile.
"Don't think that my little kid doesn't understand anything, hum!" Ruirui pouted her lips:
"I can tell, the way you look at my dad. The beautiful aunt on TV looks at her uncle like this. Such a look!”
Oh my God
Are all children so precocious these days?
Li Li's head felt heavy for a while, and after thinking about it, she stretched out her arms and hugged the little girl gently: "Ruirui, I can't like your father. Your mother and I are the best sisters, and your mother loves you very much." Dad, I can’t do anything to be sorry for your mother.”
"Can't two women like the same man at the same time?" The little girl asked innocently: "I watched a TV show about martial arts. One brother liked several sisters."
Martial arts TV series?
Li Li remembered that after she came back, Xijing Channel was playing a Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts film "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword".
"Ruirui, the brother you are talking about is called Zhang Wuji, right? Although he liked several sisters, didn't he only marry one sister named Zhao Min in the end?" Li Li said.
"But like this, the other sisters will be very sad. That brother is not good at all." Ruirui said.
I @#￥￥%
Li Li is angry and funny.
I am a doctor of literature and a university professor, but I can't compare to a little girl in elementary school!
She had no choice but to act like an elder: "Ruirui, as a child, you don't understand what adults do to you, and you don't understand even if I say it to you. You can't say these words to anyone again tonight, nor to your mother. Say, do you know?"
"Okay, go to bed! You have to go to school tomorrow." Li Li pinched the corner of the quilt.
"Then, aunt, you take me to school tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, aunt will take you to bed. Go to bed quickly. Good night."
"Good night, aunt."
The little girl soon followed.
Li Li habitually wanted to turn on the light and read a book, but thinking of the little girl following beside her, she had to hold back.
Thinking about what her niece said just now, Li Li couldn't help but sigh softly.
No sleep tonight.
After Christmas, 1995 came quickly.
After the New Year's Day holiday, the review meeting of the Second World Chinese Literature Prize Reading Class was held as scheduled.
The meeting was still held in the Tangcheng Hotel. During the ten-day meeting, the participants had intense discussions and finally passed three rounds of voting, and the list of shortlisted literary works was finally announced.
Twenty-five works including Yu Hua's "Alive", Wang Xiaobo's "The Golden Age", Li Jing's "Parental Love" and James Coleman's "Too Late" were successfully shortlisted.
As a member of the reading class, Fang Minghua can finally relax.
Today is January 15th, Sunday. Although this week is a small week, Fang Minghua got up early in the morning, packed up his fishing gear after breakfast, and drove out to fish.
Of course, he was not alone. Bai Miao and Jia Pingwa were also there. Since the early summer of last year, Fang Minghua took Bai Miao to go fishing in the Feng River several times. Bai Miao also fell in love with this kind of entertainment. Both of them were rookies, and no one laughed at the other.
Besides, is it better than playing mahjong at home?
Jia Pingwa discovered that the two of them had secretly engaged in this entertainment activity, and immediately joined in. At first, Fang Minghua thought that he was a rookie like himself, but he did not expect that this guy was quite proficient in fishing.
“My hometown, Dihua Town, which you have also been to, is right by the Danjiang River. When I was a child, my family was poor, so I often went down to the river to catch shrimps and fish. I took an embroidery needle from home, burned it red and twisted it to make fish. He uses a hook and a fish float made of corn core, and then digs some earthworms from the mud by the river as bait, and then goes to the river to fish," Jia Pingwa explained.
"We were poor at that time. Not only were people hungry, but the fish were also hungry, so it was easy to fish. I often caught a large pot of fish and shrimps to bring home."
"Selling money too?" Fang Minghua asked .
"Sell? People in the city may want it, but no one in the country wants it. Minghua, you don't know. Whether the fish and shrimp are steamed or fried, they must have vegetable oil, otherwise they will be very fishy. But at that time, only one person per month could buy it. How can I let you fry with two ounces of vegetable oil?”
“I am fishing now just to remember the bitterness and sweetness,” Jia Pingwa said at last while holding a cigarette.
Okay, just remember the bitterness and the sweetness, we are for entertainment.
Today, Fang Minghua first went to the Writers Association Family Home to pick up Bai Miao and then went straight to Bahe.
Although it is winter and the sky is gloomy, the two of them cannot restrain their enthusiasm. The place where they fish is called Three Lotus Flowers in Bahe River, on Baliu West Road, waiting for them to rush there. At that time, I saw a Fukang car parked on the side of the road. The license plate number belonged to Jia Pingwa.
Sure enough, when Fang Minghua parked the car, he saw Jia Pingwa sitting on a stool and fishing by the river not far away.
While fishing, I still have a cigarette in my hand.
Although the weather was cold, the river had not yet frozen. The two immediately picked up the fishing gear and folded stools, and also set up positions around Jia Pingwa. With him there, there was no need to look for fish nests.
"Coming? Where is Lu Yao? Didn't he clamor to come during the meeting two days ago?" Jia Pingwa greeted them when she saw them.
"He? Still perfecting his novel." Fang Minghua replied.
Jia Pingwa shook her head after hearing this.
Lu Yao's book "Collapse" has been written for three years, and it is still not completely finalized.
But this is his temper.
If compared with the poets of the Tang Dynasty, they belong to the bitter chanting school like Jia Dao.
None of the three of them are professional fishermen. They just want to have fun, so they have no scruples about not talking while fishing. They all chat while fishing.
While chatting, the topic of this reading class review meeting came up. The three of them are all members of the reading class, so they naturally have a common language.
“I didn’t expect Wang Xiaobo’s “Golden Age” to be shortlisted so easily. I thought it would cause a lot of controversy,” Jia Pingwa said.
"Are you talking about those erotic descriptions?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Yes, look at the plots written by Wang Xiaobo. The descriptions in my book "The Wasted City" are nothing, but they still criticize me. They are a bunch of cowards!"
At the end of the sentence, Jia Pingwa couldn't help but swear.
It seems that he is still very upset about the mass attack on his "The Wasted Capital" in the literary world two years ago.
But to be honest, compared to the euphemistic language used to describe eroticism in Jia Pingwa's "The Wasted City", Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age" is much more straightforward.
Even Jia Pingwa’s friend Bai Ye, deputy editor of the China Social Sciences Press, also commented: “As soon as “The Golden Age” came out, it almost killed off all previous sexual novels!”
Fang Minghua hasn't answered yet, but Bai Miao next to him said: "Who makes you Jia Pingwa capable? In Minghua's words, Zhuang Zhidie made a mockery of today's intellectual elite. They don't scold Who are you scolding?”
(End of this chapter)