Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 216

The 80s was an era when people could sit together in small groups and chat about literature all night long.

It was the time when you could get together and drink beer, watch tapes all night long, watch the World Cup broadcast.

Is it possible to cross the road like a "lover", from Kafka, Faulkner to Rob Grillet to Juan Rulfo to Borges, from Sartre to Heidegger to Wittgenstein, It was a hungry gulp.

"Li Tuo's house used to be in Xiaoxitian'er, next to Jingying, in the bungalow behind the small alley. His house is like a vegetable market, with all kinds of people coming and going every day. He is just like the one from Nanhai. Leaders are the same, other than meeting people, they are rushing the scene.”

Wang Meng laughed at his friend's wide acquaintance, "He is just a writer without a book. Later his family moved to Dongdaqiao, good guy! Now it's even more serious, some people go to 'visit the pier'. "

He Ping followed Wang Meng and Wang Fu from Dongsibatiao to the east, and walked along Chaoyangmen East Street to the East Bridge where Li Tuo's house was located.

This is the family building assigned by their unit.

In this era, there is a saying in the circle of writers in the capital that writers from all over the country always go to Li Tuo’s house to "pay their respects to the pier" when they arrive in the capital. It may be a bit of a quackery to say this, but the fact is that many writers from other places are indeed the first stop when they come to the capital. They are all from Li Tuo's house, so his house has become an important transfer station for manuscripts in the capital.

Wang Meng knocked on the door of Li Tuo's house, and a thin young man opened the door.

"Zhu Wei, why are you here?" Wang Meng asked in surprise when he saw this young man.

"Come here to urge the manuscript." The young man said helplessly with a wry smile on his face.

Upon hearing the young man Zhu Wei’s words, Wang Meng and Wang Fu couldn’t help smiling. It’s quite normal for writers to be urged to write manuscripts by editors, especially many writers have written the story of themselves being edited and urged to write their manuscripts in their works. Quite a few anecdotes.

When several people entered the room, Wang Meng looked into the room and saw Li Tuo lying on the bed, throwing himself into the room, pretending to be dead.

After Wang Fu saw this, he said: "I said you don't want to lose face. You really are going back as you live. Submitting a manuscript is like killing you."

Li Tuo didn't speak, and continued to play dead.

Wang Meng said, "Master Tuo, I'm here today to introduce you to a new writer friend."

Li Tuo sat up quickly upon hearing the words, "Oh, welcome."

His movements are quick and his voice is powerful, and he doesn't look like he is sick.Zhu Wei had no choice but to cry in his heart.

If Li Tuo's appearance can be described in one word, it would be Zhou Zheng.His voice was sonorous and powerful, and his palms were thick and warm.

He Ping's first impression of him - Sihai, this is a person who can make friends.

"What's your brother's name?"

"He Ping."

"He Ping, good name, good name, come and sit down."

Li Tuo asked everyone to sit down, and then he was busy making tea with everyone, "The writer friend from Hangzhou brought this when he came over. You should try it, this year's new tea."

It has to be said that it is reasonable for Li Tuo to have a wide range of friends.

While Li Tuo was making tea, Wang Fu was still complaining about him, "You see, you forced Xiao Zhu, after all, he is also a child of our "People's Literature". What's it like?"

Wang Meng was afraid that He Ping would be embarrassed if he could not participate in the conversations among acquaintances, so he explained it to He Ping.

Zhu Wei was originally an intern editor of "People's Literature", and Li Ji was the editor-in-chief at the time, but because he had not solved the problem of his educated youth's residence registration in Beijing, Zhu Wei went to "China Youth".

It seems that there is no rumor about the Beijing circle that has been passed down from generation to generation. Thinking of Liu Tianming and Director Xie Jin's familiarity with "People's Literature" in Wang Fu's mouth, or people say that entertainment is a circle.

"Let me introduce you formally. This is He Ping. He has published many works and two books in the past two years."

During these two days of contact, Wang Meng had already figured out He Ping's situation.

"There was an article "Spirit and Flesh" in "Contemporary" the year before last, which was written by He Ping."

When Zhu Wei heard He Ping's name, he felt a little thoughtful. When Wang Meng mentioned "Spirit and Flesh", his eyes lit up.

"Mr. He, did you write a letter to our magazine last year?"

"Yup!"

Zhu Wei slapped his thigh and quickly stood up, "So it's you! I'm so disrespectful."

Wang Meng and the other three were stunned, "Xiao Zhu, what kind of charades are you playing?"

Zhu Wei shook hands with He Ping solemnly, and explained to Wang Meng and the others: "Do you still remember the big discussion in our magazine last year in May and June?"

"Remember, didn't you say that the sales volume of your magazine was a record at that time?" Li Tuo said.

"At that time, our magazine published a letter from a comrade named Pan Xiao, which aroused great discussion among readers."

"We all know this!"

"Then do you know what happened next?"

"Didn't there be a reply letter later? Your magazine..." Wang Fu's eyes widened as he spoke, "He Ping?"

Zhu Wei smiled and said, "That's right! He Ping."

Wang Meng also suddenly realized, clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "So this He Ping is also that He Ping!"

He patted He Ping's shoulder again, "I can't think of anything from the name. I said, brother, you are really tight enough to hide it!"

He Ping shrugged, "You didn't ask, it's not a big deal after all."

At this moment, Zhu Wei had only one thought in his mind - to report to the government, someone here is filling the cups!
Wang Meng, Wang Fu, and Li Tuo looked at He Ping with weird eyes. This guy looks harmless to humans and animals, so why does he look more and more embarrassed!

"It's really not a big deal." Li Tuo was still good at controlling the atmosphere of the venue. He said to He Ping, "Brother He Ping's mentality is so healthy. It's a good thing to have such a mentality."

Wang Fu also nodded, "It's really rare to have such a clear mind. I have met many young writers, and many of them became famous with their first works, and then lost in the illusory fame and admiration of everyone. Didn't write any good stuff."

"The two of you are over the top, and I'm just a layman. It's not that I don't like fame, but I put more energy on Aduwu." He Ping said modestly.

Wang Meng became interested when he heard this, "What does this mean? Tell us a few."

"Want to hear?"

"I want to hear it." The few people present held their heads up, and they were almost squatting on their ass|buttocks, holding a handful of Mao Ke in their hands.

He Ping thought that this was a little difficult to talk about, so he could only tell everyone about his experience after time travel.

"I told you before that I am from Liao Province. To be precise, I am settled in the Hantun Production Brigade of Hongqi Commune in Ping County, Liao Province."

He Ping's first sentence aroused everyone's curiosity. Wang Meng asked, "The production team? Then your current household registration is still in the countryside?"

"Yes!"

Wang Fu said, "Don't interrupt, just listen to He Ping continue."

(End of this chapter)