Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 700: Jia Pingwa's Trouble
After chatting for more than two hours, Fang Minghua was about to go back to the hotel and then return to Yanjing but was stopped by Zhao Hongjun.

"What's the hurry? Let's have dinner together tonight. Besides, we haven't gone fishing together yet!"

I @#￥%……

Fang Minghua stayed in Shanghai for another three days and went fishing with Zhao Hongjun at Oriental Fisherman's Wharf. It was midsummer and it was too hot during the day, so they went out after nine o'clock in the evening and came back in the middle of the night. They were actually doing night fishing!
It's really crazy. Fang Minghua has never tried night fishing in Xijing.

But night fishing is quite interesting. The bright moonlight, the calm lake and the cool summer breeze make people feel relaxed.

There are a lot of mosquitoes, so you need to bring some mosquito repellent.

At noon today, Fang Minghua was preparing to take a plane back to Xijing, and Zhao Hongjun personally drove him to the airport.

"Hongjun, I'll leave you the key to my house in Julu. Please find someone to help tidy up the garden. Send someone to clean it up when you have time. Don't let it become overgrown with weeds."

"Leave it to me, don't worry." Zhao Hongjun agreed immediately: "Hey, why don't I find someone to decorate it for you, and you can live in Shanghai?"

"What about Tangtang? Set up another home in Shencheng like you?" Fang Minghua glanced at him and said.

"Hey, I didn't say that." Zhao Hongjun said hurriedly, "If Song Tangtang knew about this, she would chase me to Shencheng and chop me with a knife! You don't know, that girl was very wild when she was young."

Fang Minghua smiled slightly and said nothing after hearing this. Then he asked again.

"Why don't you get an old house?"

"I'm not interested in that thing. Xinjiangwan is building a villa area, and I plan to build a villa there." said Zhao Hongjun.

Fang Minghua shook his head after hearing this.

Everyone has different preferences and cannot be forced.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when Fang Minghua flew to Xianyang International Airport. It was already seven o'clock in the evening when he took a bus to his home near Chaoyangmen.

It was quiet when I entered the yard, and Song Tangtang was the only one watching TV in the living room.

Seeing her husband come back, Song Tangtang smiled and asked him to help carry the luggage.

"Hey, where are the two kids? Are they upstairs?" Fang Minghua looked a little surprised.

"No, Lili took them to Yanjing." Song Tangtang said.

"Going to Yanjing?"

"My grandparents wanted two kids, and Lili happened to be going to Yanjing to attend an award ceremony. She won the National Rainbow Award for Outstanding Literary Translation."

"Really? That's very good and worth congratulations." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

The National Rainbow Award for Outstanding Literary Translation is hosted by the External Liaison Department of the China Writers Association and is awarded every four years.

"Yes, and Lili also copied your Harry Potter book. After attending the award ceremony in Beijing, there will be an academic exchange meeting. After that, she will return directly to the United States."

"What about two kids?"

"I'll go to Yanjing to pick you up in a few days. You just got back and you need to rest for a while."

"also."

"Oh, by the way, have you eaten? I asked Xiaoqin to cook for you." Song Tangtang suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to ask Fang Minghua if he had eaten after chatting for a long time.

"Not yet, just ask her to make me a bowl of noodles. I'm going to take a shower."

A few minutes after Fang Minghua finished taking a shower and changed into clean clothes, Xiaoqin brought a big bowl of fragrant臊子面. Fang Minghua peeled a clove of garlic and told Song Tangtang about his business trip while eating.

The meeting in Hangzhou was skipped directly, and the main focus was on what happened in Shanghai.

When Song Tangtang heard that Fang Minghua bought an old house, she didn't say anything. She knew that her husband liked to buy houses - it was unlikely that he would live in those houses. Although Shencheng and Yanjing were both good, she still liked Xijing after getting used to it.

Hearing Fang Minghua talking about Su Bin and others talking about the Internet and online literature, Song Tangtang fell into deep thought and suddenly asked.

"Minghua, tell me, if we can read novels online, will we be able to watch movies and TV series in the future?!"

Oops
My wife is really smart.

"Yes, I think it is possible. One day when computer networks become popular and the speed is fast enough, we can watch movies and TV series on computers!" Fang Minghua said.

"Will anyone still go to the cinema to watch movies?" Song Tangtang expressed her concerns.

"Well, I think some people are still willing to go to the cinema. After all, watching on a big screen is better than watching on a computer, right? And 3D movies are not available on the Internet."

"Oh Minghua, when can we get online at home?" Song Tangtang suddenly said again.

"Don't ask me about this, ask the Xijing Post and Telecommunications Bureau." Fang Minghua finished the noodles in a hurry and did not forget to drink up the noodle soup.

"Well, I'll go ask when I have time. I'll go online no matter how expensive it is!"

After returning from Shanghai, Fang Minghua had some free time, but of course he couldn't go a day without doing anything. He had finished writing the first Harry Potter book and was now going to write the second one.

Fang Minghua also knew the content of the great discussion on humanistic spirit during the last two days of the meeting in Hangzhou. As expected, Jia Pingwa was very active in the discussion, criticizing Wang Shuo verbally and in writing, and venting his anger.

But perhaps he was a little too proud of himself, which made some people unhappy, and they immediately brought out his book "Wasted City" to criticize him.

What does "accidentally create an epic?"

"Wearing the battle robe of 'serious literature', riding a little cow from the northwest, leading a group of unruly modern Ximen Qings and beautiful women with various styles and burning desires, he came slowly and told people the greatest erotic myth at the end of the century."

"It is a ridiculous act of teaching a cat to catch a mouse and a cultural accomplice who helps a tiger."

This made Jia Pingwa very embarrassed.

They were originally planning to scold Wang Shuo, but these people turned their guns around and scolded him!

Fortunately, the discussion only lasted two days. Jia Pingwa immediately packed his luggage and left, and the discussion came to an end.

Of course, Jia Pingwa would not tell Fang Minghua about these things. It was Lu Yao who came to visit and they had tea and chatted.

"Minghua, you are right. I think this kind of discussion is irrelevant. We should stay as far away from it as possible." Lu Yao finally sighed.

"People nowadays are impetuous, and the literary world is no longer what it was in the 1980s." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "It would be a good thing if everyone could really calm down and discuss it. I am worried that people will act impulsively and debate for the sake of debate and end up making personal attacks, which is meaningless."

"That's true. Pingwa shouldn't be in the spotlight." Lu Yao nodded and said.

Originally, Fang Minghua thought that the matter would just come to an end, but after Jia Pingwa's attack at the Hangzhou meeting, this group of people did not let it go and even directed their criticism at the writers from Qin Province, believing that as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world, they were collectively silent in this great discussion.

"The Qin army's eastern expedition two years ago was so powerful, why did it suddenly become silent now? Is there a reason unknown to the public?"

Moreover, Minghua, who is secretly regarded as the representative of Qin Province's literary world in the article, actually adopts an evasive attitude.

"Hide in a small building and become one, don't care about winter, summer, spring and autumn" This is a line from Mr. Lu Xun's "Self-mockery". Does Minghua want to learn from Lu Xun? Don't forget the first two lines of this poem: "Face the criticism of thousands of people with a cold brow, bow your head and be willing to be a child's ox!" If you think that Mr. Lu Xun is just escaping from reality, you are wrong!"

When Fang Minghua saw this review published in the Literary Gazette, he immediately became angry!

What the hell!

He actually acted arrogantly!

(End of this chapter)