Chapter 700 The Trouble Caused by Jia Pingwa
After chatting for more than two hours, Fang Minghua was about to go back to the hotel, and then returned to Yanjing but was stopped by Zhao Hongjun.
"What's the rush? Let's have dinner together tonight, and we haven't gone fishing together yet!"
I @#￥%...
Fang Minghua I stayed in Shanghai for another three days and followed Zhao Hongjun to the Oriental Fisherman’s Wharf for fishing. It was midsummer and it was too hot during the day. I always went out after nine o’clock in the evening. When I came back in the middle of the night, I actually went fishing at night!
It’s really peat crazy. Fang Minghua hasn’t done any night fishing yet in Xijing.
But night fishing is quite interesting. The bright moonlight matches the calm lake surface, and the cool summer breeze blows, which makes people feel comfortable.
There are a lot of mosquitoes, so bring some mosquito repellent water.
Today at noon, Fang Minghua took a plane and was about to return to Xijing. Zhao Hongjun personally drove him to the airport.
"Red Army, I'll leave you the key to Julu's house. Please find someone to help clean up the garden. If you have time, send someone to clean it. Don't make it overgrown with weeds."
"Leave it to me, you can rest assured." Zhao Hongjun agreed: "Hey, why don't I find someone to decorate it for you, can you live in Shanghai?"
"What about Tangtang? Like you Are you going to settle down in Shanghai again?" Fang Minghua glanced at him and said.
"Hey, I didn't say that." Zhao Hongjun said quickly: "If Song Tangtang finds out, he will drive him to Shencheng and chop me with a knife! You don't know, that girl was so wild when she was young Very."
Fang Minghua smiled slightly and asked again without saying anything.
“Don’t you want to buy an old bungalow?”
"I'm not interested in that stuff. A villa area is being built in Xinjiangwan, and I plan to buy a villa there," Zhao Hongjun said.
Fang Minghua shook his head after hearing this.
Personal preferences are different and cannot be forced.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon when he flew to Xianyang International Airport. Fang Minghua took the bus and rushed to his home near Chaoyangmen. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.
It was quiet after entering the courtyard, and only Song Tangtang was watching TV in the living room.
Seeing her husband coming back, Song Tangtang smiled and asked for help with the luggage.
"Hey, where are the two kids? Are they upstairs?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
"No, Lili took them to Yanjing." Song Tangtang said.
“Going to Yanjing?”
“My grandpa and grandma want to have two children. It just so happens that Lili is going to Yanjing to attend the award ceremony. She won the National Rainbow Award for Outstanding Literary Translation. ”
"Really? Very good, worthy of congratulations." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
The National Rainbow Award for Outstanding Literary Translation is hosted by the External Relations Department of the Chinese Writers Association. This award is selected every four years.
"Well, also, Lili also copied the "Harry Potter" you wrote. After Yanjing attends the award ceremony, there will be an academic exchange meeting, and after that, she will return directly to the United States."
"What to do with the two babies?"
"I will go to Yanjing to pick them up in a few days. You have just come back to have a rest."
"Okay."
"Oh, by the way, have you eaten? I'll let Xiaoqin cook for you." Song Tangtang suddenly thought of it, and after chatting for a long time, he forgot to ask Fang Minghua if he had eaten.
“Not yet, just let her have a bowl of whistle noodles, and I’ll take a shower.”
A few minutes after Fang Minghua finished taking a shower and changed into clean clothes, Xiaoqin brought a Fang Minghua peeled off a clove of garlic and told Song Tangtang about his business trip while eating the big bowl of fragrant saozi noodles.
I skipped the meeting in Hangzhou and mainly talked about things in Shanghai.
When she heard that Fang Minghua bought an old bungalow, Song Tangtang didn't say anything. She knew that her husband liked to buy houses - the possibility of living in those houses was very small. Although Shanghai and Yanjing are both good, I still like it here after being used to living in Xijing.
After hearing Fang Minghua talk about Su Bin and others talking about the Internet and Internet literature, Song Tangtang fell into deep thought and suddenly asked.
"Minghua, tell me, if you can read novels on the Internet, will you watch movies and TV series in the future?!"
Oops
My wife is really smart.
“Yes, I think it can definitely be done. When one day the computer network becomes popular and the network speed is fast enough, you can watch movies and TV series on your computer!” Fang Minghua said.
"Will anyone still go to the cinema to watch movies?" Song Tangtang expressed his worries.
“Well, I think some people are still willing to go to the cinema. After all, watching a big screen is better than watching a computer, right? There are also 3D movies, which cannot be realized on the Internet.”
"Oh Minghua, when will our family be able to access the Internet?" Song Tangtang said suddenly.
"Don't ask me about this, ask the Xijing Post and Telecommunications Bureau." Fang Minghua finished the noodles in a hurry, not forgetting to drink the noodle soup.
“Well, I’ll go ask around when I’m free. No matter how expensive it is, I’ll still go online!”
After returning from Shanghai, Fang Minghua’s days are free. Of course, he can’t have nothing to do for a day. The first part of "Harry Potter" has been written, and now I'm going to write the second one.
Fang Minghua also knew the content of the humanistic spirit discussion in the last two days of the Hangzhou meeting. As expected, Jia Pingwa was very active in the discussion, criticizing Wang Shuo verbally and writing, and let out a bad breath.
But maybe he got a little carried away, which made some people unhappy, so they immediately took out his book "The Wasted City" and started to criticize.
What kind of "accidentally create" an epic? "
"Wearing the robe of 'serious literature', riding a heifer in the northwest, leading a group of modern Ximen Qing and beautiful women with all kinds of lust and amorous feelings, came here in style. , telling people the biggest erotic myth at the end of the century."
"It has become a ridiculous act of teaching a cat to play with mice and a cultural accomplice who works as a scheming agent for the tiger."
Jia Pingwa was in a state of embarrassment.
I was originally planning to scold Wang Shuo, but these people turned their guns and scolded him instead!
Fortunately, the discussion only lasted for two days and then ended. Jia Pingwa immediately picked up her luggage and left quickly, and the discussion came to an end.
Of course Jia Pingwa would not tell Fang Minghua these things, it was Lu Yao who came to visit and the two of them drank tea and chatted.
"Minghua, you are right. I think this kind of discussion has no relevance. You can hide as far away as you can." Lu Yao finally said with emotion.
“People nowadays are impetuous, and the literary world is no longer what it was in the 1980s.” Fang Minghua said with a smile: “It would be a good thing if everyone really calmed down and discussed, but don’t worry about being motivated by emotions and doing it just for the sake of debate. It's no fun if the debate turns into a personal attack."
"Indeed, Pingwa shouldn't be in this limelight," Lu Yao nodded.
Originally, Fang Minghua thought this matter would just go away, but Jia Pingwa bombarded her at the Hangzhou conference. Afterwards, the group of people refused to let it go, and even pointed the finger at Qin Province writers, thinking that as the literary world A force that cannot be ignored was silent in this big discussion.
"The Qin Army's Eastern Expedition in the past two years was so huge. Why did it suddenly lose its voice now? Is there an unknown reason?"
And the article secretly stated that he was a representative of the literary world of Qin Province. Hua actually adopted an evasive attitude.
"Hide into a small building and become one, regardless of winter, summer and spring and autumn." This is a poem from Mr. Lu Xun's "Self-mockery". Does Minghua want to learn from Lu Xun? But don’t forget the first two sentences of this poem: With cold eyebrows and a thousand fingers, I bow my head and am willing to be a bully! "If you think Mr. Lu Xun is just escaping from reality, you are totally wrong!"
Fang Minghua saw this comment published in the "Literary News" and immediately became angry!
Damn it!
He actually kicked his nose and eyes!
(End of this chapter)