Chapter 922 Nobel Prize in Literature
This is how I spent 2007.
Fang Le successfully graduated from Stanford University as an undergraduate, and then continued his graduate studies, studying for a master's degree and a Ph.D. in succession. He said he would try to get a diploma in five years, and then return to China to start a business.
Fang Minghua did not express his own opinion, everything was up to him.
Fang Rui also graduated from the directing department of Yantai Film and Television. She did not rely on her parents' status in the film and television industry to make movies as insiders said.
Instead, he entered the Yanjing People's Art Theater and became a student of Gu Wei, the famous director of the People's Art Theater. He honestly started from the most basic position as a director's assistant. It seemed that he really wanted to make drama a lifelong career.
Song Tangtang is still busy all day, leaving early and coming back late.
Shengshi Film and Television has completed the layout of traditional film and television and theater chains, and now it has entered online video. It is in contact with the team of Tudou.com and is preparing to acquire it and become a subsidiary of Shengshi Film and Television.
Fang Minghua devoted himself to writing novels at home.
The time soon came to 2008.
This year has been unforgettable for the Chinese people,
The Chinese people wiped away their tears and began to welcome the Olympic Games again. The fireworks were particularly gorgeous.
This summer and early autumn, Fang Minghua basically stayed in Xiangyugou Village, Fengyukou.
Three years ago, Fang Minghua bought a house from a local farmer and later rebuilt it. He built a house with white walls, blue bricks, and red roofs. It still has an L-shaped layout, with a living room, bedroom, study room, and bathroom.
It is still a fence made of fences, and the fences are covered with morning glories.
He also asked someone to drill a well in the southeast corner of his yard and connect water pipes. Of course, septic tanks, sewer systems, and solar water heaters on the roof are also essential.
Most of the yard has been hardened with cement, and the original vegetable bed has been turned into a small garden. Fang Minghua planted roses, chrysanthemums, peonies, etc., and also used the vegetable patch on the hillside behind the house to plant garlic seedlings and green onions. , leeks and the like.
Xijing City is extremely hot in summer, but here it is extremely cool.
Song Tangtang works on weekdays, and sometimes comes over to spend time with him on weekends. Of course, she doesn't forget to drive over with a lot of daily necessities.
Fang Minghua gets up at around six o'clock every morning, washes up and jogs along the mountain path, breathing in the fresh air and feeling particularly cool.
He also makes his own meals, including steamed porridge, steamed buns, soy noodles, and fried noodles. Occasionally, he also makes rice. Anyway, he is not very particular about being alone. Sometimes he is invited by the party secretary and village chief to drink and eat meat at their house. The wine is also very ordinary. , even the very cheap Taibai wine, Fang Minghua would not refuse.
I also go out for a walk in the evening, and most of the rest of my time is spent writing.
"The Romantic Generation" is not long, only more than 400,000 words, but Fang Minghua spent a full year and a half and revised it three times, and it was finally completed today.
Sitting next to the computer in the study, I read the last paragraph of the novel, which tells the story of two families who were separated from each other and finally reunited in Xijing on the New Year's Day of the new millennium.
The young people back then have gradually aged, but the two children have grown up and are in their prime. The two families are sitting in the living room, eating food and drinking together, and it's lively.
There is a program playing on the TV on the cabinet, and a female announcer is using a passionate voice: "The first spring of the new century is coming to us"
In the living room and on the TV, people's faces are filled with happy smiles.
After seeing the last paragraph, Fang Minghua let out a long sigh.
He's finished.
He took a sip of the slightly cold tea, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, which was called Xia Juanjuan.
"Xiao Xia, I have finished writing my novel. I will send the electronic version to your mailbox. You can serialize it under the banyan tree."
"Great!" Xia Juanjuan's happy voice came over the phone, and she asked again: "Will they all be serialized?"
"Well." "What about Mr. Su? Shengshi Books wants to publish the full text of your novel. If we serialize it in full," Xia Juanjuan's tone was a little worried.
According to the agreement reached between Rongshuxia and Shengshi Books, the copyright of physical books published by Shengshi Books belongs to Shengshi Books. However, under the Banyan Tree, you can excerpt part of the essence of the content and publish it on the Banyan Tree website. The total number of words cannot exceed one-tenth of the novel, otherwise it will be an infringement.
Fang Minghua smiled after hearing this and said, "I'll just use my privilege this time. Don't worry about it. I'll tell Su Bin."
"OK!"
Fang Minghua hung up the phone, left the study and came to the yard.
It is already the golden October,
It is now around five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has set to the west, and the entire mountain village is very quiet. Occasionally, there are a few dogs barking. The small daisies by the yard have opened, and the stars are dotted, which is very beautiful.
Fang Minghua likes to stand in the yard and admire the scenery.
This reminded him of Meng Haoran's poem:
Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Please...you...collect_6_9_书_吧 (六//九//书//吧)
Now that it is autumn, it is a good time to enjoy chrysanthemums.
At this moment, the sound of cars approaching from far away broke the tranquility of the mountain village. Fang Minghua turned his head and saw a black Passat driving along the cement road from the mountain pass. The car quickly arrived at the entrance of his yard.
He saw the license plate number and recognized it. It was the car belonging to the Provincial Writers Association.
So he went to open the courtyard door, the car drove into the courtyard, and three people got out of the car.
Chen Zhongshi, Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa.
"Are you here? Come to play mahjong?"
Fang Minghua asked curiously.
Ever since Fang Minghua built this small courtyard in Xiangyugou Village, friends often come over to play on weekends, fish, play mahjong, eat and drink, and it has become a farmhouse.
Fang Minghua did not reject anyone who came.
But he has a condition: "Visitors must cook by themselves, and he will provide wine. The dishes at home are relatively simple. If you want to eat well, you can bring it from the city."
Naturally, the most people who came were friends from the Writers' Association.
So when he saw these three people arriving, Fang Minghua asked, but he felt a little strange. Today was not the weekend.
Lu Yao is just as idle as himself, but Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa are still quite busy.
One is in charge of the Provincial Writers' Association, the other is the main leader of the Municipal Writers' Association, and there are a lot of part-time jobs, so they are very busy.
Unexpectedly, Jia Pingwa laughed after hearing this: "We are not playing mahjong today. A few of us came here specially to congratulate you. If we want to have a good time, we have a drink! You see, we have brought the food to go with the wine." .”
After saying that, Jia Pingwa asked the driver to open the trunk of the vehicle, put the cooked food and snacks they had prepared in several plastic bags, and took them out to the kitchen.
Fang Minghua was very surprised when he heard this: "Congratulations to me for what? A birthday? We have agreed that neither of us will celebrate our birthday."
"It's not your birthday, but congratulations on winning this year's Nobel Prize for Literature!"
(End of chapter)