Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 517 Title of the Magazine
Suddenly I thought of another great essayist, Yu Qiuyu.

Don't just look at his character and his writings; his essays are indeed unique, especially his book "Cultural Journey", which uses landscapes to seek the soul of culture and the true meaning of life, and explores the historical destiny of Chinese culture and the personality of Chinese literati.

It didn't appear until after the 1990s, and it caused a sensation when it was published. Fang Minghua also liked it very much, although it had many flaws.

In fact, Yu Qiuyu was not the first to explore this field. There were scholars who wrote about it as early as the 1980s. The two veteran scholars, Jin Kemu and Zhang Zhongxing, wrote "Swallows Pecking at Spring Mud" and "Miscellaneous Talks in the Sunlight" respectively. These are typical works of this type of prose, but they are not as famous as Yu Qiuyu.

Fang Minghua has seen this kind of thing.

Shall we try writing it?
"Minghua, it's time to go!" Lu Yao's voice woke him up from his thoughts. He turned around and saw three people waiting for him.

He quickly followed the pace and walked out of the exhibition hall.

"Editor-in-Chief Fang, I heard from Chairman Lu that you are quite knowledgeable about calligraphy. No wonder you were fascinated by the two words 'Gunxue'." Xu Yue said.

"These two characters belong to the Han Li script. The left and right strokes of the character '衮' have a dynamic feel, while the character '雪' has a static texture." Fang Minghua explained.

I have practiced calligraphy for the past two years, and my handwriting is not that great, but my appreciation of calligraphy has improved rapidly.

After listening to this, Xu Yue suddenly came up with an idea.

"Editor-in-Chief Fang, you are indeed proficient in calligraphy. How about this, you write a word for our "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature" magazine?"

"What word?"

"It's just a few words about Chinese and foreign documentary literature. We will change the cover from the next issue."

Xu Yue has thought it through.

Although he had never seen Fang Minghua's calligraphy, but from what Lu Yao said he practiced calligraphy at home, it couldn't be much different.

More importantly, Fang Minghao is now the vice chairman of the Qin Province Writers Association and a director of the China Writers Association. He is less than 30 years old and has huge room for advancement.

If he puts a magazine title on it, that would definitely be the best advertisement!
Better than writing a reportage!
The more Xu Yue thought about it, the more excited he became, but Fang Minghua just smiled bitterly and quickly waved his hand to decline.

You can enjoy your own calligraphy at home, or appease foreigners like Emily, but can you write the title of a book in someone else's journal?

I wonder how many people are laughing at me behind my back?

Definitely not.

But Xu Yue kept begging, and finally even Lu Yao joined in and asked Fang Minghua to write a picture for him. As friends, they should help each other.

Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree, and said that he would go back and practice these few words, try to write them better, and then write the inscription.

In the evening, Director Tang and his leadership team hosted a banquet for the three people at the pharmaceutical factory's guesthouse. Fang Minghua and the others came to the private room, but Director Tang did not invite them to sit down, as if he was waiting for someone.

At this time, a staff member hurried in and whispered a few words to Director Tang.

Director Tang nodded after hearing this. The other party smiled and said, "Chairman Fang, Chairman Lu, Deputy Commissioner Cui in charge of culture and education in our regional office is here to visit you."

Damn
A municipal-level leader actually came!

Fang Minghua and Lu Yao immediately looked at Xu Yue. Didn’t they agree not to alert the authorities?
Xu Yue quickly said that he was not the one who notified the local government, and he was also confused now.

"Everyone, stop guessing. I contacted the relevant leaders of the regional administrative office." Director Tang smiled heartily: "You two are famous writers and vice chairmen of our provincial writers' association. Chairman Fang is also a director of the National Writers Association. How could they come to Tianhan so quietly? If the leaders of the administrative office find out about this, they will definitely criticize me. It is better to report it to the leaders first."

Ugh.
It's like this everywhere.

Especially within the province, you cannot travel freely to other places, you are always accompanied by local leaders.

The same seems to be true today.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. We will go to greet them." After saying this, Director Tang led the leadership team out of the private room. Not long after, a group of people walked in.

The person walking in front was a man in his fifties wearing a suit. Fang Minghua didn't know him and thought he was Commissioner Cui, but he was more familiar with the man following behind him.

Wang Peng is a director of the Qin Province Writers Association, chairman of the Tianhan Writers Association, and editor-in-chief of the Tianhan area literary journal "Gunxue". He has written novels such as "Mountain Sacrifice" and "Water Burial", and a collection of short stories such as "The Night When Rapeseed Flowers Bloom".

Director Tang introduced them and Commissioner Cui shook hands with the three of them one by one.

"Welcome everyone to Tianhan, especially the two great writers. On behalf of the district municipal party committee and the administrative office, I welcome you!"

After a few pleasantries, Fang Minghua and the others shook hands with the other accompanying personnel, and everyone sat down. Commissioner Cui called Cui Xinting, and insisted that Lu Yao or Fang Minghua sit at the first seat. The two naturally gave way, and in the end Cui Xinting sat at the first seat at the banquet, with Fang Minghua and Lu Yao sitting on both sides.

On the other side of Fang Minghua is Wang Peng.

"Chairman Fang, you and Chairman Lu came to Tianhan. Even if you didn't tell others, you should at least inform me, right? We are a family." Wang Peng complained in a low voice.

"Notify you? If I tell you, can you promise not to tell the regional leaders?" Fang Minghua rolled his eyes at him.

"Hehe." Wang Peng laughed softly: "No, it's still the same."

Fang Minghua was speechless.

The meal begins once everyone is present and the dishes are local specialties.

The Tianhan area is bordered by the Qinling Mountains in the north and the Bashan Mountains in the south. There are many birds and beasts in the mountains, and there is no concept of animal protection these days. Bear paws, pheasant meat, and giant salamanders are all wild game!

Cui Xinting said, "These vegetables are all picked in the mountains and caught in the water. We won't drink Wuliangye today, but our local wine! Although it's not as famous as Wuliangye, the quality is very good!"

After that, a waiter came up with a blue and white porcelain jar. Fang Minghua took a look and was surprised to find that it could hold three kilograms!

"This is the original juice from our Chenggu Brewery. It is a special supply and cannot be bought on the market. I brought it here today for a few great writers to taste."

After Cui Xinting finished speaking, the waiter immediately took out the wine dispenser, poured out the wine in the blue and white porcelain jar, and then filled everyone's glass.

Lu Yao can't drink alcohol, so I specially prepared some Jianlibao for him - this is a very popular drink nowadays.

"Chenggu Distillery is a well-known enterprise in our region and a major taxpayer. We now serve this to our guests. How does it taste?"

Fang Minghua picked up the wine glass and tasted it.

"Yes, it's comparable to Wuliangye." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Chairman Lu can't drink today. Then Chairman Fang and Editor-in-Chief Xu, you should drink more today." Cui Xinting said.

"Commissioner Cui, to be honest, I often drink Chenggu wine at home." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Oh?"

"Wu Jianye, the director of Chenggu Winery, is also my eldest brother-in-law's comrade-in-arms. We know each other," Fang Minghua explained.

"Oh, yes, I remember now. A lifetime of love, a glass of wine, Chenggu Special Qu! This is the slogan of their winery in your magazine!"

"Yes, Director Wu is indeed a capable person," said Fang Minghua.

"Since you are so familiar with Director Wu, I might as well ask him to come over tomorrow!" Cui Xinting said again.

"No, no," Fang Minghua said hurriedly, "Director Wu drinks as soon as he comes here. I am ashamed of my drinking capacity."

Everyone laughed after hearing this.

Chenggu Winery is a major local profit and tax contributor, so many leaders in the county and even the regional government office know this person.

He is really famous for drinking.

As everyone talked, they soon started talking about the three-person trip to Tianhan.

When Cui Xinting heard that Lu Yao came to Tianhan mainly to research enterprises and write a report, he nodded repeatedly.

"It's a good thing, a good thing! We should promote our Tianhan enterprise! Tianhan has inconvenient transportation and lacks information, and we have suffered a lot. In this era, the old idea that good wine needs no bush is outdated, and we should promote it vigorously!"

"Chairman Lu, I know you don't drink now, how about this, you drink tea and I drink wine, I'll toast you a glass, thank you for your support for the economic development of our Tianhan area enterprises!"

Cui Xinting is indeed sincere.

Now, local leaders are really working hard to develop their local economies.

After the two clinked glasses, Cui Xinting asked Fang Minghua: "Chairman Fang, what calligraphy are you going to leave behind?"

(End of this chapter)