Chapter 720 Literary Salon in Los Angeles
Fang Minghua’s family’s vacation in San Francisco begins.
Since Li Li's winter vacation has ended and she has to go to class and sometimes work in a publishing house, Fang Minghua basically drives out with his wife and two children to play.
Having been in San Francisco for three months, he is quite familiar with the places. He visited the Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman's Wharf, Jiuquhua Street, Twin Peaks, and Chinatown one after another in Silicon Valley, which is a little further away.
Fang Minghua also took them to Stanford University to meet the uncle of the two children, Liu Jianjun.
Just last weekend, while Li Li was on vacation, five people drove Fang Minghua's Buick to Los Angeles and headed south along the famous California Highway 1.
One side faces the vast Pacific Ocean, with the Rocky Mountains at the back. On one side are rough waves and dotted sails; on the other side are cliffs and green mountains, blowing the summer sea breeze and feeling the exotic customs.
On the way, we also took a detour to the small town of Todos Santos, where the hotel described in the Eagles' famous song "Hotel California" is located. Thousands of fans and musicians flock here.
Fang Minghua is not a fan of the Eagles, but he also likes this song.
Especially when driving on California Highway 1, singing this song is very touching.
Onadarkdeserthighway, coolwindinmyhair
On the dark desert highway, the cool breeze blows my hair
Warmsmellofcolitas, risingupthroughtheair
The warm smell of marijuana permeates the air
< br>Upaheadinthedistance,Isawashimmeringlight
In the distance ahead, I saw twinkling lights
The Spring Festival is getting closer and closer, and the urban area of San Francisco has begun to have a Chinese New Year flavor. The streets are lined with red lanterns, and there are red lanterns in front of the shops. Various New Year’s goods and traditional handicrafts are available.
Fang Minghua and his two children also posted couplets on the door of the villa, and hung a red lantern on the balcony. Although it looked a bit nondescript, the familiar feeling still made people happy.
Li Li was busy with classes and work at the publishing house, so Song Tangtang was obliged to participate in the work of the publishing house. As the vice chairman of Shengshi Group and the general manager of Shengshi Film and Television, she manages hundreds of employees. Now it is not difficult for her to assist Li Li in managing a publishing house with more than 50 people.
To facilitate her work, Fang Minghua, the actual controller of the publishing house, gave her the title of "Special Assistant to the Manager".
The two women were busy outside, and Fang Minghua became the "house cook", cooking every day, supervising the two children to do their homework, and buying a large amount of ingredients from the supermarket to prepare for the upcoming Chinese New Year.
That afternoon, Fang Minghua made fried noodles and waited with his children for the two sisters to go home for dinner. Li Li drove back from school first, and the first thing she said after entering the door to change her shoes was: "Where is my cousin?"
"I'm not back yet, I guess it will be soon." Fang Minghua looked at the clock hanging on the wall. The hands had already passed six o'clock.
Hey.
When my daughter-in-law came here, she showed her true nature as an overtime worker again. She started not getting off work on time in the past two days.
On the one hand, Fang Minghua is worried about her health. On the other hand, she is worried that if you ask employees to work overtime with you, will your employees protest and say that you are breaking the law?
Maybe the local labor department will come to visit.
Li Li listened and suddenly thought of something and said: "Minghua, today I received a call from a man named Bing Ling who claimed to be the president of the National Chinese Writers Association. The association is holding a literary salon in Los Angeles and invites you to participate. "The National Chinese Writers Association? I haven't heard of it?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
"According to his introduction, not long after it was founded, Binling introduced himself as Jiang Weimin. He was a writer and journalist in China. He joined the Fujian Writers Association in 1982. He came to the United States the year before last and is now working in Lecture at Yale University." Li Li said as she took off her down jacket, revealing her slender figure.
"Do you know who else he invited this time?" Fang Minghua asked again.
"Well, he mentioned some people's names that I didn't remember clearly, including Zha Jianying, Yang Lian, Zhang Ling. The original editor of "Yanjing Literature" Li Tuo! Yes, and Bei Dao! Now Bei Dao teaches at the University of California, Davis, and he will go there too."
Li Li named several people at once, and Fang Minghua listened. Oops
I know quite a few of them!
The poet Fang Minghua met Yang Lian and Zhang Ling. In 1985, she and Zhang Xianliang came to Iowa to participate in the "International Writing Program" and stayed together for three months. After the girl returned to China, she immediately applied for a visa and left again. The United States has not been heard from since.
Not to mention Li Tuo, I have met him several times at literary criticism meetings in China. As for Bei Dao, I have only met him twice. Once in 1981, he participated in the award ceremony of the poetry essay competition organized by "Contemporary" magazine. Saw it on.
The other time was in the winter of 1986, when the poetry magazine "Stars" held the "Top Ten Young and Middle-aged Poets" awards in Chengdu. At that time, Fang Minghua happened to attend the Galaxy Award Ceremony held by "Science and Literature", and was invited to attend after the ceremony. A gathering of poets.
Now that you are participating in Beidao, you should go and have a look!
Thinking of this, Fang Minghua asked: "What time? Where is the specific location?"
"On February 9th, the location was a Chinese villa in Los Angeles. He said he would send you an invitation with specific information on it," Li Li replied.
"Ouch. What are you two standing talking about? Where are the two kids?" The living room door opened and a woman's voice came.
Song Tangtang is back.
"Cousin, someone invited Minghua to participate in the literary salon." Li Li came over to help take the bag from Song Tangtang's back, and recounted what happened with a smile.
"Are Bei Dao and Li Tuo participating? Minghua, I think you should go and listen." Song Tangtang expressed his opinion.
"I think so too. Los Angeles is not far from San Francisco anyway." Fang Minghua nodded.
“Where is the baby? Where are the two babies?” Song Tangtang put on his slippers and asked again quickly.
"I'm watching TV upstairs. Don't worry, it's only TV-G rated." Fang Minghua explained with a smile.
“I’ll go up and have a look.” Song Tangtang seemed a little worried, and went upstairs without even taking off his coat.
Everything is shown on American TV, but we cannot let our two children watch something they shouldn’t and learn bad things.
This is what Song Tangtang is most worried about.
But watching TV also has its benefits. The English proficiency of the two children has improved by leaps and bounds, and they even ran over to play with the little girl next door.
Not long after, Song Tangtang came downstairs with his two children. After washing their hands, they all sat in the restaurant and ate the fried noodles made by Fang Minghua.
We also prepared a vegetable salad - a large plate of mosaic lettuce, magnolia, cherry tomatoes, and purple cabbage.
Song Tangtang likes to eat this, saying that she eats it to lose weight. She eats this at night if she doesn’t eat carbohydrates.
The whole family was chatting while eating. Song Tangtang looked at Fang Minghua: "Minghua, I also want to go to Los Angeles."
Fang Minghua took a clove of garlic and was about to feed it to his mouth, when he heard his wife say this and immediately Answer:
“Why, Come to the salon with me? ”
“No, I want to go to Hollywood. Last time I took my children just for a quick tour. I want to visit a certain film company this time and learn more about it. Come on." Song Tangtang expressed his opinion.
(End of this chapter)