Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 860 Chapter 859 The Spring Festival Gala, like Chinese literature, music and football, has begun to degenerate hopelessly.

On the evening of January 4, Fang Minghua drove to the Bell Tower Cinema with Song Tangtang. In addition to the crew members such as the leading actors Jiang Wen and Gong Li, Zhang Yimou and other former disciples of Wu Tianmin also came to attend the premiere, and well-known figures in the film and television industry also came to show their support.

Some people jokingly said that the premiere of Wu Tianmin's movie shocked half of the domestic entertainment industry.

Although the premiere was grand and the film received high praise from the media, the box office was not very good when it was actually released, and was far inferior to "Big Shot" directed by Feng Xiaogang which was released earlier.

The comedy film starring Ge You and Rosamund Kwan tells the story of You You, a laid-off worker from the photography department of a film studio, who organizes the funeral for Hollywood's big-name director Taylor.

The total box office in mainland China was nearly 4000 million yuan.

However, everyone including Wu Tianmin were mentally prepared, so they didn't feel too disappointed.

The current domestic film market is like this, basically dominated by commercial films, or even comedies.

The Spring Festival in 2002 was later than last year. February 2 was New Year's Eve. My daughter Fang Rui had returned to San Francisco to study half a month ago, leaving only my wife and son at home.

This year Fang Minghua made an exception and did not watch the Spring Festival Gala at home with his wife and children, because Song Tangtang took his son to participate in the Spring Festival Gala!
For the 2002 CCTV Spring Festival Gala, the director team was very creative. In addition to the live broadcast in the CCTV lobby, they also set up an open-air branch venue in Shenzhen's "Window of the World", and inserted exterior scenes from Shanghai, Shenyang and Xi'an.

The audience was invited to participate in the event. As the CEO of Shengshi Film and Television, Song Tangtang was honored to receive the invitation and led his whole family to attend the venue in Xijing to have fun together with the people.

However, the performance took place on the city wall of Xijing!
It was such a cold day, and watching a performance outdoors in temperatures of more than ten degrees below zero was a very sour experience.

Thinking of this, Fang Minghua decisively refused on the grounds that he had a headache and a cold.

"Minghua, then you just stay at home. We're leaving now." Song Tangtang dressed up carefully and happily went to the performance venue with her son.

"Bye Dad!"

"goodbye!"

Fang Minghua watched the two people leave and just prayed that they wouldn't catch a cold tomorrow.

To be fair, although the 02 Spring Festival Gala was fancy, the programs were really average.

From the opening song and dance, the host's lines were all high-pitched, and the skit actors were even higher, making jokes and asking for applause;

Dancers on the stages of Yanjing and Shenzhen came and went, surrounded by football fans from Shenyang, fireworks from Shanghai, and dragon lanterns and lions from Xijing;
There was a constant stream of applause and cheers that were almost professional.
The only bright spot was Zhao Benshan’s skit “Selling Cars”, but like last year’s “Selling Crutch”, it discriminated against people with disabilities.

The Spring Festival Gala, like Chinese literature, music and football, has begun to degenerate hopelessly.

What Fang Minghua worried about really happened. After his daughter-in-law came back with their son in the middle of the night, she started sneezing continuously.

The next morning, my son was in good health and had no major problems, but my wife had a cold and was groaning in bed and couldn't get up.

So, this year's Spring Festival, Fang Minghua spent his time busying around his wife.

After the Spring Festival, Song Tangtang recovered from his illness and was full of energy again. He took a group of people on a business trip to Huacheng to discuss the acquisition of a cinema.

Alas, it was a lonely Spring Festival.

But spring is here, so go out and walk more.

Since completing the novel "A Woman's Life" last year, Fang Minghua has basically not written again. She spends her days at home reading books, surfing the Internet, and practicing calligraphy. When the weather is good, she goes fishing, and plays mahjong when she is interested. It is quite leisurely and comfortable.

The weather is nice today, the sun is warm, Fang Minghua originally planned to go fishing, but when he called Bai Miao and the others, they said they were all busy at work, and he was the only one who had nothing to do all day. Indeed, among the several chairmen and vice chairmen of the Qin Province Writers Association, the chairman Chen Zhongshi was in charge of all the work.

Vice Chairman Lu Yao is responsible for the work of the Novel Committee.

Vice Chairman Jia Pingwa is responsible for the work of the prose committee and is also fully responsible for the work of the Xijing Writers Association.

Vice Chairman Bai Miao is in charge of the work of the Short and Medium Stories Committee
Vice Chairman Fang Minghua is responsible for literary training.

In fact, literary training is mainly implemented by Qin Province Academy of Literature, which is a full-time public institution.

The main responsibilities are to guide, coordinate and promote literary creation, research and criticism; to organize professional writers and contracted writers to actively engage in literary creation; to train members of writers' associations at all levels, literary workers and enthusiasts; to host the "Novel Review" magazine and be responsible for the cultivation, training and daily management of writers in the 100 Best Program
But the School of Arts has a dean, the magazine has a president, and Fang Minghua is just a hands-off boss.

So he likes this kind of division of labor very much.

Hearing that no one wanted to go, Fang Minghua also felt that it was boring. He drove around Xijing City alone. When he got to the vicinity of Bianjia Village, he suddenly saw the bookstore opened by Lei Xuecheng.

I haven't been in there for a long time, so I planned to go in and sit down.

The car stopped at the side of the street and Fang Minghua walked in.

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Fang Minghua and Lei Xuecheng have known each other for nearly twenty years and have been old friends for many years, but they don't interact that often. He just comes to his bookstore occasionally to sit and chat about literature. They can be considered to be a friendship between gentlemen.

Lei Xuecheng's bookstore has been open for ten years and has become the largest private bookstore in Xijing. In addition to the one in Bianjia Village, it has two branches on Xianning West Road and Chang'an South Road. These places are where universities are concentrated and have a large number of readers.

When Fang Minghua entered, he immediately found the space was very large. The original backyard had been renovated by Lei Xuecheng and became part of the bookstore.

But today there are not many people reading and buying books inside, it's just a sparse crowd.

The staff in the store naturally knew Fang Minghua, and when they saw him come in, they hurried over to greet him.

"Chairman Fang, our boss Lei is resting in the back, please follow me."

Fang Minghua followed the employees to a lounge in the back. When he knocked on the door and went in, he saw Lei Xuecheng drinking tea leisurely alone.

"Hey, Minghua, long time no see." Lei Xuecheng immediately stood up and greeted him: "Come, try my new Longjing tea this year."

"Longjing? It's not time to put it on the market yet, right?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"In the shed."

After the tea was brewed, Fang Minghua tasted it and found it was indeed Longjing tea, but the flavor was much lighter than the naturally grown ones. He probably just tried something new.

The two started chatting while drinking tea.

"Minghua, I haven't seen you for almost two years. What have you been busy with?" Lei Xuecheng said.

"Oh, I went to the United States the year before last and didn't come back until August last year. Then a lot of messy things happened, so I didn't come here." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"Oh, to the United States." Lei Xuecheng seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever visited American bookstores? How is their business?"

(End of this chapter)