Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 701 Counterattack
Fang Minghua accidentally saw this review in the Literary Gazette during a meeting of several leaders of the Provincial Writers Association.

"Who is this Pan Fengdong?"

Fang Minghua looked at the author of the review and asked.

"He is a professor of literature at East China Normal University. He was very active in the discussion of humanistic spirit this year." Jia Pingwa replied: "Did you forget? He participated in the discussion meeting of the last two days of the Hangzhou conference. Oh, you asked for leave."

Jia Pingwa finally remembered.

"He is also the one who criticizes Pingwa the harshest." Lu Yao added with a smile.

That's it!

"Minghua, what do you think we should do about this?" Chen Zhongshi asked, smoking his Bashan cigar.

Chen Zhongshi has been busy with the construction of the new Writers Association building recently, so naturally he has no time to worry about this matter.

But as the chairman of a provincial writers' association, he has to take this kind of public opinion seriously.

"If a tiger doesn't show its might, people will think it's Kitty Cat!" Fang Minghua cursed: "Leave it to me!"

"Yes, Minghua! Write an article to refute him. This guy is too arrogant!" Jia Pingwa suddenly became happy.

Lu Yao was a little worried: "Minghua, didn't you say you wouldn't get involved in this?"

"We don't want to get involved, but the other party is too arrogant. They even named us. How arrogant!" Fang Minghua laughed.

"Yes, nothing good will happen to a crazy person, and a crazy dog ​​will be hit by a brick!" Jia Pingwa added.

Chen Zhongshi shook his head.

Jia Pingwa is adding fuel to the fire.

But it's not okay to just let this matter go. Although we Qin people are honest and not good at speaking, we won't let others bully us, right?

"Okay, Minghua, then you should pay more attention to this matter, and also, take it easy." Chen Zhongshi reminded.

"I know."

After the meeting, Fang Minghua drove home, went into the study, made a cup of tea, and thought about the questions just now.

Fang Minghua has always avoided the great discussion on humanistic spirit, a sensational academic hotspot in the mid-1990s.

The fundamental reason is that the "Great Discussion on Humanistic Spirit" reflects the resistance of intellectuals to the trend of commercial culture, but it has serious flaws in conceptual connotation, critical direction and discussion methods.

This is not Fang Minghua's personal understanding, but the common view of later experts and scholars on this academic discussion.

In this case, the content of the discussion seems pale and powerless, and many times it turns into verbal disputes or even personal attacks, a typical example of which is the "battle between the two kings."

Fang Minghua was originally too lazy to care about a discussion that seemed to be vigorous but had little social and academic value, but now.
Then I won't be polite!
Fang Minghua thought for a moment, turned on the computer and started typing.

In recent days, Fang Minghua has been busy with this matter, and has put aside his plan to write the second part of "Harry Potter" for the time being.

Of course, fishing is still a must.

Today is a weekend. Early in the morning, when it was just light and the whole family was still asleep, Fang Minghua tiptoed out of bed, washed up quickly, took out his fishing gear from the utility room, put it in the trunk of the car, and went to the kitchen to get a cold steamed bun for breakfast before driving away.

As usual, I went to the Writers Association’s family compound to pick up Bai Miao, and then drove straight to the Xitou Zhang Reservoir west of the Hancun Bridge.

"Minghua, Pingwa said that he will come today too." said Bai Miao who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Fang Minghua felt a little strange after hearing this.

"Hey, isn't this guy having a second spring and dating a young nurse? He even has time to go fishing on weekends?" It turned out that two years ago, Jia Pingwa was hospitalized due to a recurrence of liver disease and met a young nurse named Guo Mei in the hospital.

Guo Mei is not only a nurse, but also an amateur model, and a loyal fan of Jia Pingwa's books. The girl is tall, young and beautiful, and she admires Jia Pingwa, a great writer, very much. She brings him food, books and newspapers, and washes his clothes and gives him medicine every day.

In addition to nursing work, it also incorporates a fan's infinite admiration for her idol, and a woman's love and care for her favorite man.

Jia Pingwa had been single for several years. After spending some time with Guo Mei, Jia Pingwa was moved by her gentleness and kindness. After being discharged from the hospital, the two formally established a romantic relationship.

Apart from work, Jia Pingwa basically spends his spare time with Guo Mei. Especially recently, the two have reached the stage of discussing marriage, and their relationship is extremely sweet.

I didn’t expect to have time to go fishing with some grown men!
"I heard that Guo Mei is coming too." Bai Miao added.

What the hell!

Impressed!

Fang Minghua and his companion came to Xitou Zhang Reservoir, holding their fishing rods and getting ready. Not long after, they saw a car speeding towards them and stopped on the side of the road. A man and a woman got out of the car. They were indeed Jia Pingwa and Guo Mei!

The girl was quite generous. When she saw Fang Minghua and the other man, she immediately called them "Brother Fang" and "Brother Bai" affectionately.

The two of them didn't know what to say, so they just greeted each other with a smile.

Jia Pingwa got into position very skillfully, and Guo Mei sat obediently beside him on a small stool to watch him fishing.

The girl was quite well behaved and knew not to talk nonsense while fishing. She just sat quietly aside. However, Jia Pingwa seemed to talk more today.

"Minghua, what have you been busy with recently?"

"There's nothing to be busy about. I'm not like you, the model worker of our Writers Association." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

This is true.

Jia Pingwa is not only the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, but also the chairman of the Xijing Writers Association. He is also the editor-in-chief of the "Meiwen" magazine, and he insists on writing. This year, he just published the novel "White Night" and is now writing another novel "Tumen". He is recognized as a model worker in the Qin Province literary world.

After hearing what Fang Minghua said, Jia Pingwa looked a little anxious: "Minghua, didn't you say you were going to write an article to refute Pan Fengdong? Did you forget?"

"How could I forget Pingwa? You didn't go on a date with Xiao Guo today, but you dragged the girl here to fish. Could it be that you wanted to talk about this?" Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something and asked.

Jia Pingwa just smiled and said nothing.

Guo Mei defended Jia Pingwa and said that she came here on her own initiative because she wanted to watch you great writers fishing.

What is the relationship between writers and fishing?
It's early August now, the hottest day in Xijing. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun is so strong that it's unbearable. How can a delicate girl like you endure this torture?
Of course, Fang Minghua didn't need to expose it, but said: "Pingwa, you should take Xiao Guo back. As for writing the article, don't worry."

"That's right, Pingwa, go back quickly, don't let Xiao Guo get tanned." Bai Miao also said.

Jia Pingwa also took advantage of the situation and said, "Since we are here, why don't you fish for a while before leaving? Let's go when the weather gets warmer."

After nine o'clock, the weather gradually became warmer, so Jia Pingwa said goodbye to the two men and took the girl back to the city.

On the way, Guo Mei couldn't help asking, "Pingwa, your article is so good, why don't you just write an article to refute it? Why do you have to let Brother Fang write it?"

"You don't know, but Fang Minghua is an expert in writing literary theories. I don't know how he knows so much. He can quote from ancient and modern times, from China and abroad at will, and many of his arguments are so novel that you can't help but admire him. In this respect, I really can't compare with him." Jia Pingwa said.

"Did Brother Fang write it?"

"I guess it has been written, but I'll go over and take a look in the evening, then I'll feel at ease," said Jia Pingwa.

(End of this chapter)