Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 868 Interview in the Courtyard
After returning to Xijing from Yenching, Fang Minghua began his own writing.

The structure of the novel is similar to the lecture notes, but the content of the lecture notes is a bit thin and needs further expansion. This is not a difficult task for Fang Minghua. There are so many literary stories that can be written in the past twenty years.

In mid-October, the first episode of "My Twenty Years of Literature" was broadcast on CCTV's "One Hundred Schools of Thought". In the evening, the couple watched the program at home with great interest.

On TV, Fang Minghua did not wear a Zhongshan suit like some other speakers, but instead wore a western suit and tie, standing on the podium and speaking eloquently.

Fang Minghua was a little absent-minded, but Song Tangtang was watching with great interest.

"Ah, Minghua, you actually said something about me and being in love!"

Song Tangtang heard on TV that Fang Minghua was talking about his field trip to southern Xinjiang 20 years ago and the story of writing about the art troupe in the military camp, which included the process of his relationship with Song Tangtang.

She felt a little surprised.

"What can't be said?" Fang Minghua laughed: "It was during that field trip that I wrote Youth and Li Baocun wrote The Wreath under the Mountain. Later, a large number of excellent military novels emerged, including Triumph at Midnight, March of the Soldiers, and Shooting the Wolf."

"Military novels occupied a very important position in the literary world in the early 1980s. They were full of revolutionary heroism, and it was impossible not to write about them."

Song Tangtang didn't say anything else. Watching TV seemed to bring her back to those glorious days.

The three episodes of "My Twenty Years of Literature" were broadcasted in succession, causing a great sensation. Xie Ruguang called Fang Minghua and told him happily on the phone: "Minghua, the ratings of these three episodes have risen sharply. Everyone is very happy. We have also received many letters and calls from viewers asking many questions, so our station would like to do an exclusive interview with you. How about it?"

"Okay." Fang Minghua agreed.

Forget about other interviews, but it’s okay to talk about literature.

It is already early November and the weather in Xijing has turned cold, but today the weather is nice and the sun is warm. After lunch, Fang Minghua fiddled with his pots of chrysanthemums in the yard, and the flowers were in full bloom.

Just at this moment the doorbell rang. Fang Minghua put down the shovel, clapped his hands and went to open the door. He saw a man and a woman standing at the door. The man was carrying a camera and the woman was relatively young, about 30 years old, with short hair and wearing a pair of glasses, looking well-educated.

"Chairman Fang, I'm a staff member of CCTV's 'Face to Face' program. I'm reporter Dong Qian." The female reporter first introduced herself and then took out her press card and handed it to Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua did not take it, but smiled: "No need to look, I know you, come in."

"Chairman Fang, there are so many flowers in your yard." Dong Qian couldn't help but exclaim as soon as she entered the gate.

"In my spare time, I grow flowers."

"What kind of chrysanthemum is this?" Dong Qian asked curiously when she saw a pot of chrysanthemums with yellowish and greenish colors.

"It's called Green Water Autumn Waves," Fang Minghua patiently introduced, "This chrysanthemum is famous for its gradient color from dark green to yellow-green, as if the green waves on the water are shining. Its petals are bent and stretched, like a vivid painting. Do you think it looks like a painting?"

Dong Qian looked at it carefully and nodded: "Very similar."

Dong Qian carefully admired several pots of chrysanthemums before turning the conversation to the main topic and taking out the microphone to prepare for the interview.

"Wait, is this how it starts?" Fang Minghua said.

"So what do you mean? You want to change your clothes. I think this outfit is quite suitable for you. A jacket and casual pants. There is no need to wear a suit." Dong Qian asked with some confusion.

"I think the purpose of filming this is to let more people see it, right? Just sitting there straight is too serious and rigid."

"Then how do you say we should shoot it? This is how I usually shoot interviews with people. After all, 'Face to Face' is a news program, not an entertainment program," Dong Qian reminded.

"Of course it's not entertainment." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Let me make a suggestion. What do you think of shooting it this way?"

"Ah? Like that? Okay." Dong Qian was a little surprised.

In fact, the content of the interview was still centered around literature. Fang Minghua answered some questions raised by Dong Qian, and then talked about some of his own ideas. The interview lasted a long time, a full two hours, and finally Dong Qian left with satisfaction.

Fang Minghua knew that he would have to do some editing when he got back, so some shots had to be re-shot several times.

The program was broadcast on CCTV's personal interview program at 9 p.m. on Friday. This time, Fang Minghua was pulled to the first floor by Song Tangtang to watch TV.

"What's there to watch? You often appear on TV." Fang Minghua was a little helpless.

"But you rarely show up." Song Tangtang said.

Indeed, apart from some fleeting shots at meetings, Fang Minghua rarely appears on television.

I'm just a writer and intellectual, not an entertainment star. Why do I need so much exposure?

After a series of chaotic advertisements, the show began at exactly nine o'clock, and Dong Qian, wearing a women's suit, appeared on the screen.

"Today, I'm going to interview a famous writer who lives in this alley. Please follow me."

Nanfang Lane appeared in the camera and soon arrived at the gate of a small building. A local dog ran out and wagged its tail at Dong Qian.

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"This is their little dog, named Dou Miao. They just brought him home not long ago. Isn't he cute?"

As Dong Qian spoke, she touched Xiao Dou Miao's dog's head, and the dog's tail wagged even more happily.

"Hey Doumiao, you're on TV too." Song Tangtang smiled and called out to the little dog lying next to her.

Just last winter, the old German Shepherd did not survive the cold winter and died.

Fang Minghua buried it and did not look for another wolfdog. Instead, he went back to his uncle's house in Bailuyuan and asked for a small local dog. The dog was very strong and cute.

Xiao Dou Miao seemed to understand and wagged his tail and barked twice towards the TV, looking very proud.

not bad.
Listen to your own advice.

Fang Minghua sat on the sofa with a smile on her face.

After the show, Fang Minghua casually put forward some of his own ideas. He said that if the camera directly showed the conversation between the two people, with them sitting upright, who would be willing to watch it?

Originally we were discussing literature and poetry, which is very boring content.

It seems that Dong Qian accepted it, but of course she hid the specific location and name of her alley.

There are flowers blooming in the yard and some scattered manuscripts in the study. A series of shots appear under Dong Qian's narration, as if she is a tour guide rather than a reporter.

Finally, Fang Minghua appeared in the picture. The two sat under the osmanthus tree, with a teapot on the stone table. They drank tea and talked like old friends.

About literature and poetry.
At the end of the interview, Dong Qian asked the last question: "Minghua, in another 20 years, will you write a book called "My 20 Years of Literature" or a sequel to it?"

In the camera, Fang Minghua pondered for a moment and shook his head.

In fact, he did answer the question, but it was cut after the show was officially broadcast.

His answer was: "I won't write anymore, because by then, I feel there is nothing worth writing about literature."

(End of this chapter)