October 1st is the National Day.
The young men and women of the Japanese delegation formed a formation and were arranged to participate in the mass parade and walk through Tiananmen Square.
Fang Yan originally thought that his position would be on the viewing platform, but he never expected that he would be on the city tower like Wan Jiabao, Zhang Guangnian and others.
“Yanzi!”
At this moment, Wang Meng waved to him.
Fang Yan was surprised and happy, so he walked forward and exchanged greetings with each other.
"I have read the note you gave me from Xiaoman. You always come up with new tricks for me."
Wang Meng said: "This "People's The idea of "Literature" and "Harvest" to jointly organize a seminar is very good!"
Fang Yan smiled, I am just a humble social instrument to hold the fruits of your thoughtfulness.
"Don't be modest. I will discuss the specific details of the seminar with Editor-in-Chief Xiao of "Harvest" about this matter."
Wang Meng then asked about the list of writers invited to this root-seeking literature conference.
“Let’s just say there are these people. From the Yanjing side, Zhong Acheng, Shi Tiesheng, Wang Shuo… From the Jinmen side, Tiening, Feng Jicai…”
The dialects are listed one by one, Talking about Ke Yun Road in western Shanxi.
Wang Mengdao: "There is more than one Ke Yunlu in western Shanxi. Have you heard of Jiao Zuyao?"
"Have you heard a little about the one who wrote "The Trekker"?" Fang Yan said.
"Yes, that's right, it's him!"
Wang Meng said: "This novel reflecting the life of coal miners is very well written and very down-to-earth." Then he praised: "The underground in western Shanxi is In the sea of coal, many cities on the ground are coal capitals. The people of Shanxi contribute light and heat to the people of the country and contribute powerful energy to the modernization of the motherland. There is the hard work of the miners, and there is also the deep and simple beauty of the miners..."
Fang Yan said: "Then count him."
"It's not just him, Yanzi. , I have such an idea.”
Wang Meng wanted to take the opportunity of Ke Yunlu’s revision to explore the literary world in western Shanxi and get a feel for it.
Fang Yan understood, "Is there any suitable candidate in the western Shanxi literary world, or a good seedling worth cultivating?"
"Originally, I wanted to leave this job to Wang Fu and Zhu Wei." Wang Meng sighed, "It always feels inappropriate to ask you to travel all over the world for "People's Literature", but I'm afraid there is nothing better than you on this trip to the west of Shanxi. A more suitable candidate."
"Because I proposed the "root-seeking literature"? We have to grasp this literary power!”
“Understood, then I will go and meet this Jin army.”
Fang Yan accepted the order gladly. After all, North China was also Fang Xiaojiang’s own writing scope and territory of influence.
Subsequently, Wan Jiabao, Wang Meng and others dragged him along and visited him everywhere, making their presence felt and looking familiar.
Under the title of Shen Yanbing's closed disciple, he respectfully nodded and said hello to the big guys from all walks of life, including the delegation from Xiangjiang who came from afar.
The leader was Huo Guantai. After many years, he watched the ceremony again. He couldn't control his emotions for a while and kept crying.
"Hello, Mr. Huo."
"You are Fang Yan, Fang Sheng, right? Your name is often mentioned in the media in Xiangjiang..."
"No, no, you are flattering."
The two chatted for a while, The conversation was neither business nor literature, but a topic that interested both of them - sports.
From the Olympic Games, we talked about the Asian Games. This time Yanjing won the right to host the 11th Asian Games.
This is the first time that China has hosted a large-scale international multi-sport event. However, as soon as the Asian Organizing Committee's sign was put up, financial pressure came oncoming. Of course, Huo Guantai generously donated 100 million Hong Kong dollars to establish a sports foundation. , funding domestic sports undertakings.
"Huo Laoyi!"
Fang Yan is not surprised at all. After all, this is a strongman who dared to run ships and deliver goods to the peninsula in the 1950s!
Huo Guantai waved his hands and laughed. Before leaving, he specifically mentioned that if he had the opportunity to come to Xiangjiang, he must show his friendship as a landlord.
“With your words, even if I don’t have a chance, I will create a chance to go to Xiangjiang.”
Fang Yan shook hands and then watched Huo Guantai and his second son leave. The back view of her was full of emotions.
This is great. From now on, in the territory of Xiangjiang, we will be able to eat more and more! So what about Li Huanggua, Zhang Ziqiang dared to come to ask for ransom, but if it were this family who tried it, he would easily die if he tried!
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The next day, the 35th National Day celebration ended, and the trip of 3,000 people visiting China also came to an end.
At the Capital International Airport, members of the delegation reluctantly said goodbye. Many people hugged each other and cried, saying "goodbye" to each other.
Fang Yan led Suzuki Yoko and Zhu Rui to say goodbye to representatives of the Japanese literary and art circles such as Okuyama Ryu, Matsuzaka Keiko, and Awahara Komaki.
"Fang Yanjun, thank you for writing another good song for Qingzi. I am really grateful."
Oku Shanrong bent down slightly and secretly expressed that in terms of remuneration, , will never be treated badly.
"You're welcome, President Okuyama, you and Keiko and I are all close friends! Talking about money hurts feelings!"
Fang Yan secretly added in his heart After all, if you don’t talk about money, you won’t even be friends anymore.
"I took the liberty."
Okuyama Rong smiled, "Then why don't you ask Mr. Fang Yan to accept the sincerity of our Shochiku Co., Ltd.?"
Hearing the invitation to Fang Yan to be a guest in Japan at the end of the year After the request, Matsuzaka Keiko, Awahara Komaki and others bowed together as if they had agreed:
"Please, Mr. Fangyan."
"This..."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fang Yan."
Awahara Komaki explained softly in Chinese, "Our actions just now may have troubled you, but please don't misunderstand me. This time I invite you to Japan to celebrate the New Year. In addition to having a good time, In addition to entertaining you, I also hope to be able to communicate with you Please discuss the cooperation in the remake of "The Ring" in person."
"In that case, I won't refuse."
Fang Yan couldn't refuse with such kindness, so he agreed. At the same time, he presented the prepared parting gifts one by one.
When it was Matsuzaka Keiko's turn, she handed over a box of unopened tapes, "Keiko, here is the song you want."
""Airport"?"
"Yes, it's "Airport" by Teresa Teng. It's really hard to find a tape of this song."
"Thank you for your hard work, Fang Yan Jun. ”
Matsusaka Keiko Instead of reaching out to pick it up, she pushed the tape into his hand, "But that's not what I want..."
Fang Yan was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had made a mistake. What she wanted was not " Airport", but wanted to listen to this song myself.
Matsuzaka Keiko smiled and said: "I hope that when you come to Japan at the end of the year, we can find an opportunity to talk about this song."
The more he was so pretentious, the more curious Fang Yan became.
After putting Matsuzaka Keiko and Awara Komaki on the plane, they returned to the hotel and asked the staff for a radio.
Just like asking a singer to sign an autograph and not pirate the entire album, because it was a gift for Matsuzaka Keiko, the tape I bought was also an authentic tape.
In addition to the song list, it also comes with a lyrics foldout.
While listening to Teresa Teng's melodious and soft singing voice coming from the radio, Fang Yan browsed the Japanese lyrics of "Airport":
"I'm not telling you anything, I'm just saying to you,
Occasionally Traveling alone is not bad either.
In the rainy airport, I stood on the boarding platform.
Your farewell to me has gradually become blurry.
Please go back, go back to that person,
I am far away alone,
There is a gentle person who is always quietly waiting for your return...
< br>Love, who is willing to give it up?
But parting is for the sake of both of us.
Please go back, go back to that person,
I traveled far alone. "
Halfway through the song, he pressed the pause button. Fang Yan raised his eyes and looked at the water-washed sky, thoughtfully. (End of this chapter)