Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 503 The Young Man Called “Teacher” by Young Writers
Fang Minghua and his team arrived the next afternoon and, as arranged by the Writers Association, stayed directly at the Ziyu Hotel.

It is said that there are about 370 writers attending the Youth Entrepreneurship Conference, the youngest of whom is 21 years old, and 59 of them have won national literary awards.

The meeting was held in the Great Hall of the People. More than 300 young representatives, arranged by the Writers Association, rushed to Tiananmen Square by car. Also present were leaders of the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, the Writers Association, and a large number of media reporters.

Fang Minghua and his group were a group from five northwestern provinces who took a bus to the Great Hall of the People. Compared with North China and Southeast China, the number of young writers in Northwest China was a little smaller. Even Qin Province, which was known as a cultural province, had only barely reached the average number of people attending the Youth Entrepreneurship Conference.

After ten years of reform and opening up, the economy of the southeastern coastal areas has developed rapidly and its cultural heritage has gradually emerged. Yanjing in North China has always been an important center for literati and writers.

The five northwestern provinces also have something to be proud of. Although you have a large number of people, we are elite. Fang Minghua from Qin Province is the only young writer to have won the Mao Dun Literature Award!

In addition, Fang Minghua and Jia Pingwa are also the only writers here who have won major foreign literary awards!
I can't express how proud I am.

Several buses arrived at the Great Hall of the People one after another. Fang Minghua had just gotten off the bus when he heard someone calling him, "Teacher Fang!"

Looking back, it was Li Hongying.

Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Hongying, you are here to attend the meeting too!"

"Yeah. Yu Hua and the others are over there."

Fang Minghua followed Li Hongying to another bus, where there were several young writers she was familiar with.

Yu Hua, Chen Hong, Chi Zijian, Liu Zhenyun, Mo Yan. They were all students in the graduate class of writers at Yanshi University.

Some of them were former students of the Lu Academy workshop, and some were delegates who had participated in two literary seminars held in Xijing and Huashan. All of them had received more or less guidance from Fang Minghua.

For a while, people kept calling "Teacher Fang, Teacher Fang".

Fang Minghua greeted everyone one by one.

"I also saw He Liwei and Qian Yuliang. I'll call them over." Li Hongying was a girl who loved to be in the crowd. She immediately ran to another bus.

At this time, Qian Yuliang and Liao Runbo were chatting together. They lived in the same dormitory at the Luyuan workshop and had a very good relationship.

Qian Yuliang seemed very excited during this meeting.

"Brother Liao, are you doing well at Xida? I saw that your article "Who Opened the Door" was very well written. It is a big improvement compared to your previous novel."

"Reading more books will always improve you. Yu Liang, I see you have published two essays. Are you focusing on essays?"

"Well, I'm more interested in prose."

"It's also great to write good essays. Wang Zengqi's essays are very good. Your style is somewhat similar to his."

"He's a famous writer. I'm far from that."

As the two were chatting, they saw Li Hongying jogging over: "Qian Yuliang, Liao Runbo, Teacher Fang is over there, Yu Hua and the others are also there, why don't you go over and talk? I'm going to find He Liwei."

Seeing the girl hurriedly leave, Qian Yuliang hurriedly said: "Brother Liao, let's go see Teacher Fang."

"I came here with him."

The two of them talked as they walked.

"Is Teacher Fang still giving you lessons?"

“He started talking about it starting this semester.”

"Then you are very happy."

Soon a large number of young writers gathered around Fang Minghua.

At this time, two more young men came over.

"Teacher Fang, Teacher Fang."

It turned out that it was the young men who came over. They were Su Tong and Ge Fei.

Fang Minghua smiled and shook hands with the two of them: "I knew you two would definitely come. If you don't come, this Youth Entrepreneurship Conference will lose a lot of its luster."

"Teacher Fang, you're too kind. Now that you're no longer the editor-in-chief, we've lost a teacher who can guide and help us." Ge Fei's tone was regretful.

Five years ago, my first novel was published under the careful guidance of Fang Minghua.

At this time, Yu Hua interrupted and said with a smile: "Ge Fei, don't feel sorry. Even if Teacher Fang is not the editor-in-chief, you can send him your novel and he will still revise it for you, right, Teacher Fang?"

What the hell!

Yu Hua, you are throwing bricks at me.

Fang Minghua complained in his heart, but said, "As long as you are willing, I will do my best."

"Teacher Fang, what about mine?"

Speaks Northeastern dialect.

It turned out to be Chi Zijian.

I said, girl, why are you here to cause trouble?
You will also win the Mao Dun Literature Prize in the future.

After Chi Zijian made such a fuss, the others followed suit and said that they would send their novels to Fang Minghua in the future and that Fang Minghua could not refuse.

The lively scene here immediately attracted the attention of people nearby, and even the accompanying reporters quickly pointed their cameras towards this side.

This is a big news of this year's Youth Entrepreneurship Conference.

It is unheard of that a group of young writers are calling another young man of the same age as their teacher and sending them their articles to him for help in revising them.

Fortunately, the staff urged the young writers to enter quickly, and everyone wanted to walk up the steps in front of the Great Hall of the People.

Fang Minghua went with Wang Anyi.

Wang Anyi is older than Fang Minghua, so naturally she wouldn't join in the fun with a group of young people younger than her.

"Minghua, you are amazing. Not to mention that you write great articles, so many people call you 'teacher'. In this respect, no one can compare to you." Wang Anyi said with emotion.

"Sister An Yi, I really don't deserve to be called teacher." Fang Minghua was very clear-headed: "Look at them, Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Su Tong, Ge Fei. Which one of them is not talented? Even without me, they would still become famous writers. I just helped them avoid a detour."

"It's not easy if I can help people avoid taking detours. I can teach, impart knowledge and answer questions. As long as I can do one of these, I'll be a teacher!"

The two of them talked as they walked. After they walked up the stairs and were about to enter the door, Fang Minghua turned around inadvertently and saw a young man in a wheelchair slowly moving towards them.

Shi Tiesheng!
"Sister An Yi, Tie Sheng is here, let's help him lift the wheelchair up." Fang Minghua said, and then shouted to Yu Hua who had already walked into the hall: "Yu Hua! Tie Sheng is here, help lift the wheelchair down."

"Okay." Yu Hua quickly turned around and walked down the stairs with a few young men next to him, and carried Shi Tiesheng and his wheelchair up the stairs.

Shi Tiesheng quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Minghua, I didn't want to come at first. I would cause trouble to others if I went out, but the Writers Association called and insisted that I come to the meeting."

"What's this little trouble? You should come. You also have to attend the literary evening on December 12st!" Fang Minghua said.

"Teacher Fang, I saw the program today. Tiesheng will not only participate, but also have to go on stage to recite a passage." Yu Hua interrupted.

"Ah? Really?" Shi Tiesheng was very surprised.

"Of course you have to go on stage. If you don't, who will?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)