Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 225 Xijing Literary College Ceremony

Of course Fang Minghua knew that Xijing Literary College was almost a replica of the "Lu Xun Literary College".

In the late 1970s, "Chang'an" magazine took the lead in establishing the Chang'an Literature Institute, which published the internal magazine "Chang'an Garden".

Du Pengcheng, Xiao Jun, Wang Zengqi and others were invited to teach. Last year it was renamed Xijing Literary College and is managed by the Xijing Writers Association. Its dean is Jia Pingwa.

This is the first batch of students recruited by Xijing Literary College after it was renamed.

Although Fang Minghua is a director of the Qin Provincial Writers' Association, he is also a member of the Xijing Writers' Association, so it is natural for the School of Liberal Arts to congratulate him on his own.

but

"Brother Jia, tell the people in the editorial department about this, and they will naturally notify me. You don't need to come to me specifically, right?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Of course I'm not just inviting you to attend the opening ceremony. After discussion at the dean's office meeting of our School of Liberal Arts, we have invited you to be a lecturer in this school."

"Me? No, no, I'm busy with work and don't have time." Fang Minghua subconsciously refused.

"Don't have time? Come to Mr. Yan to chat during work? Is this called busy?" Jia Pingwa said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

this.

Alas, this guy actually caught him in action.

"Minghua, it actually doesn't take long. The advanced class only has one class per week, and you don't teach it alone." Jia Pingwa explained.

"Both Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi are going to talk about it?"

"Of course, how did they escape?" Jia Pingwa said with a smile:

"In addition to them, I also invite Zou Zhian, Wang Yu, Li Tianfang from your magazine, etc., and I am also planning to invite famous writers from other provinces, such as Zhou Keqin, Zhang Xianliang, etc. Minghua, don't you support my work?"

As the words came to this, Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree.

"You decide what to talk about specifically. Just submit the lecture outline to the office of the School of Liberal Arts when the time comes. You will give at least three lectures!"

"Okay, okay."

"Okay, this is settled."

Fang Minghua thought Jia Pingwa was leaving, but unexpectedly he said to Yan Bingchu: "Mr. Yan, what did you just tell Minghua? Let me listen too."

"Haha, the main thing is that Minghua brought some paintings, works by Zhang Daqian."

"Is it this one?" Jia Pingwa saw the "Picture of a Beautiful Couple" placed on the table.

"This painting is considered to be a better one by Zhang Daqian. In fact, I most appreciate the lotus paintings by Bada Shanren Zhu Da. He once painted a painting of "Lotus and Waterbirds". I heard that you are collecting it. Can you show it to us? Appreciate it, and tell us more by the way?"

"Haha, I usually don't let outsiders see this painting. Today I see that you two great writers are so obsessed with it, so I will take it out for you to appreciate today."

It wasn't until six o'clock in the afternoon that the two reluctantly left Yan Bingchu's home.

Jia Pingwa's home is nearby, and before leaving, she didn't forget to say: "Minghua, don't forget the ceremony the day after tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely go and support you when the time comes."

At noon on the third day, Fang Minghua went home and finished his meal. He checked that it was almost time and rushed to the Xincheng Theater.

Xincheng Theater is located on Xixin Street near Xincheng Square, very close to Fang Minghua's home, so he walked directly there without riding a bicycle.

Its predecessor was a "Martial Arts Hall" built in the Imperial City of Xijing in order to train young officers who would join the anti-Japanese war when General Yang Hucheng was the chairman of the Qin Provincial Government.

After the founding of New China, it was renovated and renamed "Xincheng Theater" and is now managed by Xijing Theater.

When Fang Minghua arrived, what a good guy, there was a large area of ​​darkness inside, all of which were former students of the School of Liberal Arts.

According to the information provided by the School of Liberal Arts, there are more than 80 people in the literature improvement class this time. But in addition to the improvement class, there are also students from other classes attending the ceremony today. They come from all walks of life, the older ones are almost 40, and the younger ones are in their early 20s. Fenghua Zhengmao.

There are as many as 800 people!

It can fully explain the prosperity of literature in this era. He entered the auditorium and was about to find Jia Pingwa and the others, but he heard someone calling his name: "Hello, Teacher Minghua!"

Turning his head, he saw a young girl walking towards him along the aisle. She was wearing a braid and was petite. She looked like she was under eighteen years old.

Fang Minghua didn't know him.

middle School student?

These days, there are many middle school students who love literature. Many are proud to apply for the Chinese Department of major universities. Even those majoring in science and engineering, many also like poetry and literature.

"Hello, which middle school are you from?"

"Teacher Minghua, I graduated a long time ago. I now work at Minsheng Department Store." The girl said with a smile.

The girl has a cheerful personality. She told Fang Minghua that her name was Liu Meimei and she graduated from the Municipal Technical School. She liked literature, especially modern poetry, and wrote poems in her spare time. She also published a short poem in the "Yanhe" magazine last year.

"Teacher Minghua, you also commented on the article "Flower Affairs" I published." Liu Meimei said.

"Oh, I remembered it." Fang Minghua suddenly realized.

He once read this little poem, which was very spiritual:

I grew from the seed of endless darkness

Growing up in the sun

I am a flower affair.

The author is also very young, only 20 years old, so he reviewed it personally. I didn’t expect to see the author in person now.

He looks younger, almost like a minor.

"Are you a student of the School of Liberal Arts?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, I am in the literature improvement class. I saw the news that Xijing Literary College was recruiting students from the Xijing Evening News, so I went to the Municipal Writers Association to sign up. I didn't expect to be admitted." The girl looked very excited.

"In this case, and you have paid the tuition, then study hard!" Fang Minghua encouraged.

"I know it, Teacher Minghua, will you give us a lecture?" Liu Meimei asked again.

"Will do."

"That's great!" The girl clapped her hands happily: "Can you sign your name for me?" After saying that, she took out a brand new diary from the schoolbag she was carrying and handed it to Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua was not polite, took out the pen from his coat pocket, turned to the title page of the diary, and wrote a few words:

"May you be a ship, riding the wind and waves in the ocean of literature - Minghua."

"thanks, thanks."

The girl's face flushed with excitement.

"Classmate Liu Meimei, I want to come over." Fang Minghua pointed to the back, where Jia Pingwa, Chen Zhongshi and Li Tianfang were chatting together.

"Yeah, I won't waste your time anymore."

Fang Minghua nodded and walked towards the back.

"Minghua, are you here?" Jia Pingwa, who was wearing a suit and tie, looked very energetic and greeted with a smile: "Why, we were having a lively chat with that girl. Look, she's still looking at you."

Fang Minghua turned around and saw Liu Meimei looking at him. When he saw him turning around, he hurriedly turned away and pretended to look away.

"She once published a short poem in "Yanhe" and I commented on it." Fang Minghua explained: "I think she is quite spiritual in literature, especially poetry."

"Then you have to train him well." Jia Pingwa said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Why does this sound so awkward?

This guy just likes to make these crude jokes.

Too lazy to pay attention to him.

(End of this chapter)