Chapter 701 Counterattack
This comment in the "Literary News" was accidentally seen by Fang Minghua during a meeting of several leaders of the Provincial Writers Association.
“Who is this Pan Fengdong?”
Fang Minghua looked at the author of this comment and asked.
"He is a literature professor at East China Normal University. He was very active in the discussion on humanistic spirit this year." Jia Pingwa replied: "Have you forgotten? He participated in the last two days of the Hangzhou Conference. Discussion meeting. Oh, you took a leave of absence.”
Jia Pingwa finally remembered.
“He is also the one who criticizes Pingwa the most.” Lu Yao added with a smile.
That’s it!
"Minghua, what do you think we should do about this?" Chen Zhongshi asked, smoking his Bashan cigar.
Chen Zhongshi has been very worried about the construction of the new Writers Association building recently, so naturally he has no time to worry about it.
But as the chairman of a provincial writers association, I have to pay attention to this kind of public opinion.
“If a tiger doesn’t show its power, he thinks it’s Kitty Cat!” Fang Minghua swore: “Leave this matter to me!”
“Yes, Minghua! Write an article to refute this. This guy is so crazy!" Jia Pingwa suddenly became happy.
Lu Yao was a little worried: "Minghua, didn't you say you won't get involved in this matter?"
"We don't want to get involved, but the other party is so arrogant that he named him by name. So crazy!" Fang Minghua laughed.
"Yes, it's no good if people are crazy, and dogs will get hit with bricks if they're crazy!" Jia Pingwa added.
Chen Zhongshi shook his head.
Jia Pingwa is adding fuel to the fire.
But it’s really not okay to let this matter go unnoticed like this. Although we old Qin people are simple and honest and not good at words, we are not bullied by others, right?
"Okay, Minghua, then you should worry more about this matter, and take it easy." Chen Zhongshi warned.
"I know."
After the meeting, Fang Minghua drove home and went into the study to make a cup of tea and think about the problem just now.
Fang Minghua has always avoided the discussion of humanistic spirit, which was a sensational academic hotspot in the mid-1990s.
The fundamental reason is: The "Humanistic Spirit Discussion" reflects the intellectuals' resistance to the trend of commercial culture, but it has serious flaws in its conceptual connotation, criticism direction and discussion methods.
This is not Fang Minghua’s personal understanding, but the common view of later generations of experts and scholars on this academic discussion.
In this case, the content of the discussion seems weak, and many times it turns into a verbal dispute or even a personal attack. A typical example is the "battle between two kings."
Fang Minghua was originally too lazy to deal with a discussion that seemed lively but had little social or academic value, but now.
Then I’m not welcome!
Fang Minghua thought for a moment, turned on the computer and started typing.
In the past few days, Fang Minghua has been busy with this matter, and his original plan to write the second part of "Harry Potter" has been put aside for the time being.
Of course, you still have to go fishing.
Today is a weekend. It was just dawn in the morning and the whole family was still asleep. Fang Minghua tiptoed out of bed. After a brief wash, he took out his fishing gear from the utility room and put it in the car. Behind the trunk, I stopped by the kitchen to get a cold steamed bun for breakfast, and then drove away.
As usual, we first went to the Writers Association Family Home to pick up Bai Miao, and then drove straight to the Xitou Zhang Reservoir under Hancun Qiaotou to the west.
"Minghua, Pingwa said, he is coming today too." Bai Miao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said.
Fang Minghua felt a little strange.
"Hey, isn't this guy rejuvenating and dating a nurse? Is there still time to go fishing on the weekend?" It turns out that two years ago, Jia Pingwa was admitted to the hospital due to a recurrence of liver disease and met a nurse in the hospital. My name is Guo Mei.
Guo Mei is a nurse, an amateur model, and a loyal fan of Jia Pingwa. The girl is tall, young and beautiful. She admires Jia Pingwa, a great writer, and brings him vegetables and meals every day, reads books and newspapers, and does laundry and medicine for him.
In addition to her work as a nurse, she also incorporates a fan’s infinite admiration for her idol, and a woman’s love and care for her favorite man.
Jia Pingwa has been single for several years. After getting along for a while, Jia Pingwa was moved by Guo Mei's gentleness and kindness. After being discharged from the hospital, the two officially established a relationship.
In addition to work, Jia Pingwa basically spends her spare time with Guo Mei. Especially recently, the two have reached the point of talking about marriage, and they are even more intimate.
I didn’t expect that I would have time to fish with some grown men!
"I heard that Guo Mei is coming too." Bai Miao added.
Holy shit!
I’m convinced!
Fang Minghua and the others came to Xitou Zhang Reservoir and got into position with their fishing rods. Not long after, they saw a car speeding by and parked on the side of the road. A man and a woman got out of the car. Sure enough, it was Jia Jia. Pingwa and Guo Mei!
The girl was quite generous. When they saw Fang Minghua, the two of them immediately called "Brother Fang" and "Brother Bai" affectionately.
The two of them couldn't say anything, so they greeted each other with a smile.
Jia Pingwa set up her posture very skillfully, and Guo Mei held up a small horse and sat next to him obediently to watch him fishing.
The girl is very well-behaved. She knows how to fish and doesn’t talk nonsense. She just sits quietly aside. However, Jia Pingwa seems to be more talkative today.
"Minghua, what have you been busy with lately?"
"Nothing to do. I'm not like you, a model worker of our Writers' Association." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Indeed.
Jia Pingwa is not only the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, but also the chairman of the Xijing Writers Association. She is also the editor-in-chief of "Meiwen" magazine, and she also insists on writing. The novel "White Night" was just published this year, and now he is writing another novel "Tumen". He is recognized as a model worker in the literary world of Qin Province.
After hearing what Fang Minghua said, Jia Pingwa looked a little anxious: "Minghua, didn't you say you were going to write an article to refute that Pan Fengdong? Have you forgotten?"
"How could I forget Pingwa? You didn't go on a date with Xiao Guo today, but you dragged this girl here to fish. Is that just what you wanted to say?" Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something and asked.
Jia Pingwa smiled and said nothing.
Guo Mei defended Jia Pingwa, saying that she came here on her own initiative and wanted to watch some of you big writers fishing.
What is the relationship between writers and fishing?
It is early August now, the hottest day in Xijing. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun is too strong and it becomes unbearable. How can you, a girl with delicate skin and tender flesh, suffer this?
Of course, Fang Minghua didn't need to expose it, but said: "Pingwa, you'd better take Xiao Guo back. As for writing the article, don't worry."
"That's right, Pingwa, go back quickly. "Don't let Xiao Guo get tanned," Bai Miao also said.
Jia Pingwa also borrowed the donkey from the slope, "Now that we are here, let's fish for a while before leaving? Wait until the weather gets hot before leaving."
It passed nine o'clock, and the weather gradually became hotter After getting up, Jia Pingwa said goodbye to the two of them and took the girl back to the city.
On the way, Guo Mei couldn't help but ask: "Pingwa, your article is so good, why don't you just write an article to refute it? Do you have to let Brother Fang write it?"
"You don't know, Fang Minghua is very good at writing about literary theory. I don't know how he knows so many things? He knows everything at hand from all over the world, both ancient and modern, and many of his arguments are so novel that you have to admire him. I really can't compare to him on this point. ." Jia Pingwa said.
"Did Brother Fang write it?"
"I guess he did, but I will go over and have a look at it tonight so that I can rest assured." Jia Pingwa said.
(End of this chapter)