Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 112 Another treat
  "Brother Lu, there is a director who also wants to shoot your novel. He can definitely meet your requirements. The filming location will be in Qinbei."

"Who?"

"Wu Tianmin from West Film Studio."

"Oh, he's the director who made your movie "Into the Dust"?"

"Yes! He is also from our old Qin. The filming of "Into the Dust" was pretty good, right? The most important thing is that his filming location will never go to a place like Jiuzhaigou that cannot be reached with eight poles!"

"Really?" Lu Yao was a little doubtful.

"Look, the background of "Into the Dust" is in Gansu Province. He took the film crew to Minqin in Gansu Province without a second thought. That poor place was even poorer than Qinbei. He went there twice and stayed for half a year. Do you think you wouldn’t go to Qinbei if you were filming "Life"?!"

"That's true." Lu Yao nodded and said, "I heard your sister-in-law also said that this person is very serious about his work."

Seeing that Lu Yao was a little moved, Fang Minghua said: "To tell you the truth, Director Wu came to me just now and said that he wanted to film your novel and asked me to test your tone. He wanted to treat you tonight to celebrate " "Into the Dust" sold for a good price."

"He also invited his sister-in-law, saying that he wants you to go with him. She will probably tell you about this when she comes back. It's best if you go and talk to him. If it doesn't work, it's best to leave it to a friend."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Lu Yaoyan did not fully agree, and Fang Minghua's words could only go so far.

After chatting for a while, Fang Minghua left.

Although he didn't agree on the spot, Fang Minghua estimated that with Lu Yao's bold personality, he would probably come in the evening.

Sure enough, when he was about to get off work in the evening, Fang Minghua was riding out and saw Lu Yao also riding a bicycle, with his wife Linda behind him, and the little girl Mingming sitting on the crossbar in front of the 28th bar.

A standard way for a family to travel in the 1980s.

After saying hello, it turned out that they were all going to the May Day Hotel to attend Wu Tianmin's banquet.

The May Day Hotel is near Dacha City, not far from the magazine. The three of them rode to the hotel chatting and laughing. Wu Tianmin was waiting in the lobby. When he saw a few people arriving, he immediately came up to greet them.

Wu Tianmin was familiar with Linda and Fang Minghua, but this was his first official contact with Lu Yao. After the introduction and handshakes, Wu Tianmin smiled and let Lu Yao and his family go up first.

"Linda, it's in the eastmost box on the second floor. Yang Zhongwen and the others are here."

Seeing Linda and his wife coming up with their children, Wu Tianmin quickly grabbed Fang Minghua and asked in a low voice: "Have you spoken to Lu Yao? How is the situation?"

"There's a show!"

Fang Minghua recounted what happened in the afternoon.

"Thank you, thank you." Wu Tianmin suddenly beamed with joy: "I mentioned this to Lu Yao during dinner. What else do you want to pay attention to? How can he agree?"

Fang Minghua thought for a moment and said.

"drink wine!"

"drink wine?"

"Yes, drink! Brother Lu has a good drinking capacity, and he also likes drinking. I think as long as you let him drink tonight to make him happy, and with my paving the way, this matter will be close to 10%."

"Haha, drinking? Okay, I like this too. Let's have a good drink tonight!"

Wu Tianmin was reluctant and asked the waiter to move two boxes of Xifeng wine. In one night, all 12 bottles of wine were drank by the seven men present!
  Drink till the end. Fang Minghua, Wu Tianmin and Lu Yao put their arms around each other and called each other brothers. Lu Yao even said boldly: "Brother Ang, I will leave this novel to you. I will not give it to anyone else, not even the King of Heaven!"

OK, success!
  Of course, for Fang Minghua, the price was also heavy.

I reluctantly rode my bicycle back to my work. When the cold wind blew on the road, I suddenly felt sick in my stomach. I forced myself to go back to the dormitory in the backyard. When I entered the yard, I couldn't bear it anymore. I threw the bicycle away and ran to the corner of the wall and vomited.

After vomiting all the food I had at night, I ended up with green gall water.

After struggling for a long time, I reluctantly returned to the dormitory, rinsed my mouth, didn't even wash my face, just climbed into bed, put on my clothes and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning and reluctantly went to clean up the vomited last night. I was sneezing one after another, my nose had a runny nose, and I had a cold.

After another day of hard work, I reluctantly went to work on the second day, without even eating, when I saw Bai Miao happily walking over with a newspaper.

"Xiao Fang, you want to buy me a drink!"

As soon as he heard the word "drink", Fang Minghua felt nauseous and almost retched again. He barely maintained his image and asked:

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Look, should I invite you?" Bai Miao said, placing the newspaper on the table in front of him.

It's a copy of People's Daily.

The fourth edition publishes the shortlist of the second outstanding novella and the 82nd outstanding short story.

Fang Minghua's "Into the Dust", "Youth", "The Sun Also Rises" and the short story "Red Dresses Are Fashionable on the Street" are on the list!
  "Look, three of the four novellas you wrote were on the short list! I heard that the article "The Donkey Gets Water" was removed because "Yenjing Literature" was too embarrassed to recommend two of your novels at the same time. Tell me, should you treat me to a treat?!"

Bai Miao said it with awe-inspiring justice.

"Yeah, can you do it without drinking?" Fang Minghua asked.

“If you don’t drink, what’s a treat?!”

"Brother Bai, please spare me." Fang Minghua recounted the "experiences" of the past few days, and Bai Miao laughed loudly.

"You have a good drinking capacity. Can you drink more than a pound? Okay, I'll let you go this time. When you're done, I'll treat you and we'll drink together!"

Oh my god
  Why are all the people in Qin Province so good at drinking? !

Although I couldn't drink until my health recovered, I still had to invite the guests. It was still the Chinese New Year, so I called Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi to the restaurant for a meal.

Of course, Lu Yao, whose eyes usually light up when he sees wine, also looked horrified when he saw the bottle this time. After explaining the whole story, he was laughed at by Jia Pingwa.

I can't drink enough. I drank more than a kilogram and became like this?

No way, among these writers, the one with the best drinking capacity is Jia Pingwa, a non-Guanzhong man who was born in the Qinba Mountains.

There's no way to compare with others.

According to Jia Pingwa, people in their hometown drink a bowl of wine first in the morning without eating. What they drink is home-brewed Baogu wine. The locals call this "early burning".

"People's Daily" published a shortlist of outstanding short and medium stories, which was reprinted by many media such as "Guangming Daily" and "Worker Daily".

Since the first Mao Dun Literature Award was awarded at the end of last year, there has been another craze in the literary world.

In accordance with the regulations for the selection of short and medium-length novels, a combination of readers' letter voting and expert selection was adopted. For a time, enthusiastic readers from all over the world sent letters to the jury to cast their valuable votes for their favorite works.

Fang Minghua pondered.

Do you also want to vote?
  According to the regulations, you can only write the name of your favorite novella or short story in each letter. Multiple entries will be invalid.

That?
  Why don't you just send three letters in one go, including three novellas and one short story that you have chosen?
  Anyway, I am not short of these three eight-cent stamps and two-cent envelope money.

But isn't it a bit shameless?
  People in this era are relatively simple.

At least when it comes to literature, which is still a sacred word in the eyes of the public, it is very simple.

If you spend your own money to send a letter, you really like it.

However, some people don't think so.

(End of this chapter)