Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 877 Semi-hidden Life
The Hunan Province arranged for the shortlisted and winning writers who attended the award ceremony, as well as the jury members and other guests to visit Orange Island, Yuelu Mountain, Tianxin Pavilion, and the great man's former residence for two days, and the entire agenda was completed.

Fang Minghua did not follow Bai Miao and the others on the plane back to Xijing, but set out alone to find Han Shaogong.

Miluo, where Han Shaogong settled in the countryside, is a county under the administration of Yueyang, close to the eastern bank of Dongting Lake and the lower reaches of Miluo River. Fang Minghua set out in the morning and took a one-hour train to Miluo County. He then asked for the location of the bus station and, without calling Han Shaogong, took a minibus to Bajing Township and came to Qunying Village where he lived.

Fang Minghua got off the car and asked Han Shaogong's specific residence at the village entrance. Immediately, a fellow villager enthusiastically pointed him in the direction.

"Writer Han, I know. He lives there. If you walk along this road, you will see him by the reservoir."

Fang Minghua carried his luggage and walked along the path in the village. He soon saw the reservoir. A two-story building was located next to the reservoir.

The style of the small building is almost the same as that of local rural houses, with red brick walls, black tiles, wooden doors and windows. There is a yard in front of the small building, with bayberry trees, orange trees and other trees planted in the yard, and a pergola with a small dining table inside.

Fang Minghua saw Han Shaogong sitting in the shed, resting and smoking.

Wearing an ordinary T-shirt, trousers, sandals, and with his trouser legs rolled up high, at first glance he looks no different from an ordinary farmer.

Han Shaogongye noticed Fang Minghua walking towards him with a luggage bag, and immediately came up to him with a smile.

"Hey Minghua, why didn't you call me in advance? I'll pick you up in the county town."

"What's there to catch? I'll ask as I walk." Fang Minghua replied and looked around the courtyard.

"Well, yes, this place is indeed green and beautiful."

Han Shaogong smiled and put Fang Minghua's travel bag into the house. At this time, Han Shaogong's wife Liang Yuli came out of the house, greeted him with a smile, and asked him to wash his face under the tap at the side of the yard.

After Fang Minghua washed her face, she felt much better immediately. Liang Yuli brought a large teapot from the house and poured Fang Minghua a cup of cold tea.

"Minghua, try the tea I grow and process myself. Although it is not as good as the Longjing tea from West Lake and the Baisha green tea from Hainan, it has its own unique flavor."

"You also grow tea?" Fang Minghua was surprised.

"Haha, the tea garden is on the hillside next to the reservoir. In addition to growing tea, I also grow vegetables and raise chickens and ducks."

"Shao Gong, you are living a reclusive life like Tao Yuanming." Fang Minghua exclaimed.

"Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is lush and the bean sprouts are sparse" Han Shaogong recited a line from Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Fields" and said with a smile: "I can't reach the realm of Mr. Wu Liu, but living here is indeed much quieter than in a big city."

Fang Minghua took a sip of tea. The tea leaves were a little bitter at first, but not astringent. Then they gradually became sweet. Drinking a cup of such herbal tea on a hot day was refreshing.

Yueyang is a place where tea is produced, such as Junshan Yinzhen, Yueyang Huangya, etc. This tea tastes very similar to Junshan Yinzhen.

The two chatted, and Fang Minghua said, "I wanted to come to see you with He Liwei, but he said he had something urgent to do at work, so he didn't come."

Hearing Fang Minghua say this, Han Shaogong's face changed: "He Liwei? Fortunately he didn't come, I didn't want to see him!"

"What's the matter? Do you have a conflict with He Liwei?" Fang Minghua was a little curious.

Han Shaogong became famous very early, and served as the vice chairman of the Hunan Youth Federation in 1985. But he left Hunan for Hainan in 1988, and He Liwei had just graduated from the Luyuan workshop at that time, and could only be said to be a newcomer in the literary world. It is estimated that the two did not have much interaction.

After hearing Fang Minghua's question, Han Shaogong laughed and said, "I have no personal grudge against He Liwei. I just can't stand this group of people. What a mess the Hunan Writers Association has become!"

"what?"

"You don't know, some time ago, two veteran writers in our Hunan Province, Yu Kaiwei and Huang Heyi announced their withdrawal from the Hunan Writers Association!" "Ah?!" Fang Minghua was surprised.

Although the Writers Association is just a mass professional group and withdrawal is a personal freedom, these two people are different.

Yu Kaiwei is the deputy editor of "Furong" magazine published by Hunan Literature and Art Publishing House. He is also a senior critic and has written the review articles "Kneeling at the Feet of Truth and Virtue" and "The Transformation of Literature".

Huang Heyi is also an old writer who has written novels such as "Tokyo Trial". He is said to be an honorary fellow of the Royal Society of the United Kingdom and an honorary doctor of the Royal Society of Hong Kong.

It is indeed a big deal that two people like this announced their withdrawal from the Writers Association at the same time.

"The current provincial writers' association is overstaffed and full of contradictions. Everyone wants to be a leader and doesn't focus on writing. Joining the writers' association can improve one's status, so many young people want to join. The quality of the entire writers' association is low. Do you know how many members there are in the Hunan Provincial Writers' Association now? 1000! And the entire Chinese Writers' Association has only more than 3000 people!"

Fang Minghua was also surprised when he heard this data.

Qin Province is also considered a culturally rich province, but its Writers Association has only more than 500 members.

"The leaders of the Hunan Writers Association, including He Liwei, are to blame for the current situation of the Association! How dare he come to see me?!" Han Shaogong said finally.

"Okay, just say less. You are not a member of the Hunan Writers Association now, so why do you care so much about others?!" Liang Yuli, who was sitting next to Han Shaogong, said angrily.

Han Shaogong glared at his wife and said, "I just can't stand it! I don't say anything when others come, but when Minghua comes, can't I say a few words?!"

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In fact, the phenomenon Han Shaogong mentioned also occurs to a greater or lesser extent in writers' associations in various provinces, including Qin Province. However, the leadership of the Qin Province Writers' Association has good personal relationships, each of them has a deep literary foundation, and has their own representative works, so everyone is convinced.

But I wonder what will happen after this group of people retire in a few years?
However, Han Shaogong also changed the topic, and the two started talking about the winners of the Chinese Literature Award.

At noon, Liang Yuli prepared some stir-fried dishes for him. After the meal, he arranged accommodation for him upstairs. He took a rest at noon, and in the afternoon, when the sun set, Han Shaogong took Fang Minghua for a walk around the village.

The villagers seemed to be very familiar with Shaoshao Gong. Many of them greeted him with a smile, and he also had a smiling face.

The next day, Han Shaogong took Fang Minghua to the Miluo River, the place where Qu Yuan drowned himself.

Standing by the river, Han Shaogong, with his hands behind his back, sighed, "Qu Yuan was a great poet, a politician, and a thinker. It's a pity that his ambitions could not be fulfilled."

"The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will search for it up and down." Han Shaogong recited Qu Yuan's famous lines.

Fang Minghua listened quietly without speaking.

Han Shaogong is not a pure literati.

But unlike Zhang Xianliang who is engaged in business in the Northwest, he is full of insight and reflection on society and culture.

From resolutely going to Hainan in 88 to run "Hainan Documentary" to reforming "Tianya" magazine in the mid-s, his thoughts almost touched upon all major issues in contemporary China, and he even gave his own insights, so sometimes he seemed out of touch with reality and even ran into a wall.

14 years ago, "Hainan Documentary" was banned, and now he has resigned as the president of "Tianya" magazine.

Fang Minghua admired him very much for this.

After playing in Bajing Township for two days, Fang Minghua said goodbye and prepared to return to Changsha and then to Xijing. Before leaving, Han Shaogong suddenly asked.

"Minghua, do you know Professor Ouyang Youquan from Central South University?"

(End of this chapter)