Chapter 728 "No. 8 Bus"
At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. Fang Minghua put down the magazine and picked it up.
"Who?"
"Minghua? I'm Li Tuo." Mandarin with a Beijing flavor came from the microphone.
“Are you in the United States now or have you returned to China?” Fang Minghua asked.
"Haha, I have returned to China. At the "Tianya" magazine in Haikou, the young worker is right in front of me. Can you say a few words to him first?"
Soon, another voice with a strong Hunan accent came from the microphone. Mandarin: "Minghua, I am a young worker. You traveled around the United States a lot and helped me find such a good editor. I have to thank you."
"Haha, young worker, be polite to me. What? I should support you if you start a magazine." Fang Minghua sat on the chair with his legs crossed and said with a smile:
"I am reading the latest issue of "Tianya". When you make a move, it is really extraordinary. "
"This is all due to the strong support of writers and the hard work of editors like Li Tuo. Hey, Minghua, I called you to make an appointment for the first issue of "Tianya", but you ended up going abroad. ” Han Shaogong’s tone on the phone was a bit regretful: “Now that I’m back, write an article?”
"I heard my wife say this. Since you opened your mouth, you have to write it even if you don't want to." Fang Ming said with a smile.
"Haha, that's good. I'll give the phone to Li Tuo and you can chat." Han Shaogong said on the phone.
Soon, Li Tuo's voice came from the microphone again:
"Minghua, since you want to write, I will give my opinion as the editor."
"You said."
"In Los Angeles, we participated in a literary salon and talked about poetry. I think what you said was very good, so I suggest you write another article on this aspect. You also know that there are "intellectual writing" and "folk writing" in the poetry world. It’s a hot topic, and I want to see what you think about it,” Li Tuo expressed his opinion on the phone.
Write this?
I don’t want to get involved.
But refusing directly would be a bit embarrassing for the other party, so Fang Minghua replied: "How about this, I will think about it first?"
On the other side of the phone, Li Tuo heard it.
Fang Minghua was reluctant to write.
But you can’t force this matter, after all, you are the one who requested the manuscript.
"Okay, there's no rush anyway. I think this debate will last for a while. Let me know if you think about it."
"Okay."
The two of them started again After chatting for a few words, we hung up the phone.
Fang Minghua thought about the content of the chat just now.
Since I agreed to Han Shaogong and Li Tuo, I still have to write, but I really don’t want to write anything theoretical.
I might as well write a novel about poetry.
The storyline is very simple.
Lv Xijing lives in Xijing City. This man with the same name as his hometown is a young bus driver who lives an ordinary life with his wife Chen Qian and a golden retriever dog.
He drove the No. 8 bus from the Third National Cotton Factory to the Bell Tower every day, repeating the same route and an uneventful life.
His daily life is simple: like all bus drivers in this city, he drives the bus and walks the same streets every day while observing the city, watching his passengers through the windshield and listening to them conversation; but he also has different hobbies than other bus drivers.
He writes poetry!
He writes poems in a notebook of his. He writes down whatever he sees and thinks of, and when he encounters inspiration.
For example, after driving the last bus last night, he was exhausted and took out the "narrow version of the monkey", then took out a match and lit one. Suddenly, he was inspired by the match that was about to burn out.
I came home on my bicycle and couldn’t wait to write in my notebook.
"Xijing Blue Label Matches"
We had not discovered Xijing Blue Label Matches at that time
They were beautifully packaged and sturdy
The small box has dark blue and light blue colors
The pinyin letters are arranged in the shape of a loudspeaker
If I were the cigarette, you would be the match
Or I am Match, you are the cigarette
Burning means kissing and turning into blue smoke
Wandering into heaven.
He never thought of publishing his poems in a book, and his only reader was his wife Chen Qian.
After get off work, he took his golden retriever for a walk in this ancient city. Occasionally he would go to Defu Lane, now a famous bar street in Xijing City, and stay alone in a bar called Yuegui. For a while, he drank the same Hans beer, then returned to his wife, and the next day they woke up together.
In contrast, my wife Chen Qian is a crafts enthusiast and her life is full of changes - she has new plans almost every day.
Chen Qian wakes up recalling different dreams every day, and then starts her daily life projects-making teacup cakes, making various handicrafts, and even painting inexplicable paintings.
They loved each other deeply, he supported her energetic ideas and she listened to his ordinary work and extraordinary poetry.
Finally, one day Lu Xijing promised Chen Qian to print his works into books. Will his life change as a result?
When Fang Minghua finishes writing, it will be a short story of about 10,000 words.
In fact, this novel called "The Eighth Route Bus" was adapted by Fang Minghua from a movie "Paterson" that he watched before coming to this era.
It is a feature film written and directed by American director Jim Jarmusch. The film tells the story of Patterson, a bus driver who loves to write poetry, and his wife Laura who live in Patterson City. life stories.
The shooting style of the film, like his story, slowly flows with poetry.
Patterson drove the bus, walking the same route. The little girl outside the window was quiet and peaceful. The few passengers on the bus told their own stories, as well as the twin sisters they always met. , adding a little weird surprise to Patterson's life. Life is as dull as water day after day, and you do the same thing on time. The only good medicine that will not make you die of boredom is the rising poetry and rushing enthusiasm in your heart.
The film was nominated for the "Palme d'Or" at the Cannes Film Festival, and was nominated for the "Top Ten Foreign Films" at the Japan Film Festival Awards.
Fang Minghua feels that it is a bit like "Roadside Picnic" directed by Bi Gan, with its poetic language and swaying shooting style, but it does not have the latter's stream-of-consciousness style.
It took Fang Minghua more than three days to finish writing this novel and prepare to submit it to "Tianya" magazine.
Unfortunately, the magazine does not yet have an Internet connection, so we cannot send emails. We have to print out the manuscript and send it as before.
That afternoon, his wife went to work and the children went to school. Fang Minghua carefully proofread it, printed it out and put it in his briefcase, then went downstairs and went out.
It only takes a few steps to go to the post office outside Chaoyangmen without having to drive.
After leaving the gate of the courtyard, before walking out of the alley, I saw a very tall man walking towards me. He wore glasses and long hair and had the aura of a poet.
Get closer and see clearly.
It turned out to be Nishikawa.
(End of this chapter)