Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 219
Some people say that the 80s was a miraculous decade in the history of Chinese literature. Serious and serious literary works can easily sell millions of copies and become pastime readings for men, women and children all over the country. Talented young people rely on their talents It can become a literary idol revered by thousands of people overnight.

In such an era where literature is paramount, anyone who has anything to do with literature will be looked up to by the people around him.

Li Tuo, Wang Meng, and Wang Fu, as leading figures in the literary and art circles, enjoyed high-standard treatment that ordinary people could not enjoy.

Wang Meng became the editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" in 1983, and served as a senior official of the Ministry of Culture in 1986;
Also in 1986, Li Tuo served as the deputy editor-in-chief of "BJ Youth" in the second half of the year;
And Wang Fu started as the deputy editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" as early as 1978.

You can say that these people have outstanding talents, but they are also wavers who ride the wind and waves on the great ship of the times.

Sitting with these people, He Ping felt the feeling of being stuck in the throat, sitting on pins and needles, and thorns on the back for a long time. The last person to experience this experience was Comrade Ding Aiguo, the old team leader's old rival.

He racked his brains to barely cope with the chattering people around him, and finally had to resort to his own trick.

"Brother, Brother Wang, don't say anything, it's an honor to meet you today, my brother, we don't say anything, we're all in the wine. I|I'm done, you can do whatever you want, come!"

He Ping blushed and drank a glass of white, Wang Meng hurriedly advised: "Don't, drink slowly, brother."

Before Wang Meng could finish speaking, He Ping poured himself another cup, and turned to Li Tuo, "Come on, Brother Li, I have heard of your name a long time ago. Today, it is indeed better to meet you than to be famous. Thanks to you and my sister-in-law for your hospitality. Brother, I|did it ,up to you."

Before Li Tuo could speak, He Ping drank another glass of white wine.After drinking two glasses of white wine, He Ping's face turned red visibly, and his eyes began to blur.

"Sister Wang, my dear elder sister." He Ping's outstretched hand shook a little, and he couldn't find the target. He tried to grab the wine bottle and wanted to pour wine, but was held down by Wang Fu.

"Okay, drink less. Today is a happy day, and we are not fighting for alcohol, so we must pay attention to our health." Wang Fugui persuaded.

He Ping took the wine bottle, and said with a mouth full of alcohol: "It's okay, today is just happy, I am happy to meet you senior brothers and sisters, today I must drink you all, this is the rule of our Northeast people. "

Wang Meng stood up and cheered He Ping: "It's rare to be happy today, open up and drink, we will not be drunk tonight!"

Wang Fu glared at Wang Meng fiercely.

"Come... come, let me hiccup...a ​​glass of wine to Eldest Sister." He Ping spoke intermittently while holding up his glass, occasionally hiccupping.

Wang Fu clinked glasses with He Ping helplessly. These creators all have the same virtue. As long as they get together, they will definitely be drunk and dreamy, or they will spend a lot of time smoking and talking about the mountains without sleeping.

Although she often drinks with everyone, she always hopes that everyone can pay more attention to their bodies. Drinking like He Ping, it doesn't take half an hour to lie under the table.

As everyone knows, this is exactly what He Ping wanted.

In terms of theoretical knowledge, how can he compare with these old seniors, even for a young man like Zhu Wei? This is because he has accumulated a lot of classics and literary knowledge in the past two years.

Someone invented urine escape in order to avoid drinking, and today He Ping created a special skill to avoid chatting - drunk escape.

Skill Description: Used in a specific scene (wine table), when encountering an opponent whose strength is stronger than yourself and cannot resist, shout three times "good big brother" (good big sister), and do it without saying a word. Perceived as success.

Singing time: according to the pouring speed.

Cooling time: No matter what, it has to be delayed for two or three days.

After several glasses of baijiu, He Ping poured it down as he wished. Zhu Wei, who was sipping his wine at the side, saw his eyes moist as he fell slowly. People from the Northeast are so sincere.

He looked at his full wine glass and felt very ashamed, I am really worthless.

How can you be distracted while drinking?

"What a sincere little brother!" Wang Meng exclaimed.

Li Tuo also echoed: "Yeah, there are fewer and fewer young people like this now. You don't even know that the guy from Acheng comes to my house to eat noodles with fried sauce. It makes people laugh when he says it. How can he not What about drinking?"

Wang Fu scolded angrily: "I don't know how to help, you want to exhaust me to death!"

Wang Meng who was scolded immediately stood up, "Hey, come here, how can this kind of physical work work for the king, let me do it."

Li Tuo sat upright with peace of mind, he didn't need to worry about such a trivial matter, "Little Zhu!"

Wang Fu spat on Li Tuo, the mouth and hands of this guy probably work well.

Wang Meng and Zhu Wei helped He Ping to the back room of Li Tuo's house, where He Ping was still muttering, "I can still drink, come on, Xiao Zhu. I see that you are full of heaven and have clear bones. You are a rare literary genius once in a hundred years. I have a copy here... no, hiccup, a glass of 52% pure grain brewed liquor, drink it, I guarantee that from now on, your eyes will shine brightly, your writing will flow, and you will become the editor-in-chief and marry Bai Fumei just around the corner."

Wang Meng laughed and said: "This is all a mess, this kid is still drunk so many jokes!"

Wang Fu sneered, "Rawcups of the same feather."

At this moment, Zhang Nuanxin entered the room, and she got a wet towel, "Go and eat, I'll take care of He Ping."

Wang Fu said: "Sister-in-law, go and eat, I don't think you ate much just now, I just take care of He Ping."

The two pushed back several times, but finally Wang Fu stayed.

She wiped He Ping's face with a hot towel, took off his shoes, and sat by the bed to wait.

People who drink too much are most afraid of being choked by vomit. Once the vomit blocks the mouth and nose, it is easy to cause suffocation.

After waiting for a while, He Ping didn't show any signs of vomiting, instead he hugged the quilt and moaned, "Chunhua, Chunhua, do you miss me? I miss you, hehehe..."

Wang Fu smiled when he heard this, he is a young man after all, and after being separated from his girlfriend for so many days, it is inevitable to miss him.

After a while, Wang Fu left the room, and Wang Meng and the others were almost drunk.

Wang Fu said: "Sister-in-law, He Ping can only stay at your house in this state today, please take care of him and Master Tuo tonight."

Zhang Nuanxin tugged her bangs, "Don't worry, it's fine."

Wang Meng was also drunk and stared, "I'm staying here tonight, and Xiao Zhu hasn't seen each other for a long time, let's talk by candlelight tonight."

Wang Fu went up and pulled Wang Meng's hand from Zhu Wei's body, "Calm down, I still want to stay out at night, your little old lady can kill us tomorrow in our editorial department."

After speaking, he took the drunk Wang Meng and went out.

(End of this chapter)