Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 298 297 "Young and middle-aged writers' creative exchange symposium"

Fang Minghua didn't mince words, he just expressed his thoughts and invited Zhao Linhai to take time to visit the venue in person, take photos with everyone and leave messages.

Zhao Linhai answered immediately, but asked: "Xiao Fang, which writers did you invite to this meeting?"

"There are well-known writers in our province such as Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, and Zou Zhian, and those from other provinces include Liu Suona, Mo Yan, and Yu Hua."

Fang Minghua named several writers in one breath.

"Liu Suona and Liu Zhidan's niece? Is she the author of "You Have No Choice"?"

"It's her. Have you read this novel?"

"I've seen it. As a literary work, I agree with Liu Suona's writing techniques, but the study and living conditions of the students described in the book. Xiao Fang, you said that you don't study hard in your great youth and do those shameless things. I really can't understand it. , are all college students today like this?" At the end of the sentence, Zhao Linhai shook his head.

Song Tangtang was listening on the side and quickly looked at Fang Minghua when he heard this.

This seems a bit difficult to answer.

It was Song Tangtang who came to the rescue: "Auntie, don't worry, if there is a suitable one, I will definitely introduce him to Brother Red Army."

"Haha." Zhao Linhai laughed.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave the Red Army to you."

Zhao Hongjun suddenly became silent.

Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang chatted for a while before saying goodbye and leaving. They rode towards the south gate while riding.

"Xiao Fang, you won the Mao Dun Award and you said that your article is not very good? Are you too humble? But I admire your confidence. It seems that "Yanhe" really chose the right person! Okay, I I'll take some time to come to your venue, but I can't say the specific date now, it depends on work arrangements."

"Introduction? Doesn't that push my good friend into a pit of fire?!" Song Tangtang pouted: "I'm just trying to comfort my aunt, and besides, there are girls around Brother Red Army? Do you still need me to introduce you?!"

After talking about the business, Fang Minghua immediately felt relaxed.

Zhao Hongjun was eating an apple carefreely just now, saying, "None of this has anything to do with me." Suddenly, when his mother said this, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I want to put my career first, and start a career first and then start a family."

"But sometimes, life itself is more exciting than novels. Let's not talk about this, Xiao Fang. I think the writers you hired are basically newcomers to the literary world."

Zhao Hongjun's mother, who had been silent just now, took Song Tangtang's hand and suddenly said: "Tangtang, do you know a good girl? Please introduce her to Hongjun. Look, he is already 27 this year and has no partner yet. I'm so worried." ”

When my mother heard this, she frowned and scolded in a low voice:
"Career is the most important thing? Look at Minghua, how happy she is to be married to Tangtang. Doesn't she have a career? Her career is bigger than yours!"

"Uncle Zhao, I'm very confident about this. My articles may not be very good, but when it comes to people, especially writers in the literary world, I think I'm pretty accurate."

However, Fang Minghua was very calm: "Uncle Zhao, there is a saying that art comes from life and is higher than life."

What Song Tangtang said is true. Zhao Hongjun is good-looking and has good family conditions. How come there are no girls chasing after him?

"They are newcomers, but I think they are the future of the domestic literary world. As long as our "Yanhe" can capture these people and publish most of their works, I dare say that "Yanhe" can catch up with or even surpass "People's Literature" ” is not an impossible thing.”

"Haha." Zhao Linhai laughed after hearing this.

“我们开会是5月4日到5月10日，哪天都行！”方明华紧忙说道：“不过最好是5月8号前，后面三天我想安排参会的作家们参观一些旅游景点，感受咱们秦省深厚的历史文化。”

"Xiao Fang, aren't you boasting too much?"

"Tangtang, promised aunt, who are you going to introduce to the Red Army?" Fang Minghua chatted with his wife while riding his bike.

"Just as you said, I will fight for it!"

However, this guy seems to adhere to the principle of "only fall in love and not get married." Especially after resigning, he is no longer a cadre within the system, and he is letting himself go.

Nowadays, the social atmosphere is much more open than in previous years, especially in big cities, and no one cares about it.

Although Fang Minghua and he are close friends, they can only give appropriate advice and cannot talk in depth. Since Zhao Hongjun's father agreed to attend the meeting, Fang Minghua called Li Wei to inform Li Wei as soon as he got to work the next morning.

"Minghua, if Standing Committee Member Zhao comes, you must notify me in advance." On the phone, Li Wei instead urged Fang Minghua to come.

On May 5, at 4:8 in the morning, the "Young and Middle-aged Writers Creative Exchange Symposium" officially kicked off at Tangcheng Hotel.

Tangcheng Hotel was officially opened in early 86. It was a large-scale foreign-related three-star hotel. It was very high-end at the time.

In the conference room on the sixth floor, there was a round of warm applause. The chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association and other leaders sat on the rostrum. Fang Minghua, as the host of the meeting, read out loud according to the meeting agenda drawn up in advance: "Now, please Comrade Hu Cai, Chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association, delivers a speech, everyone welcomes it!"

There was warm applause at the venue.

Hu Cai delivered a passionate speech on behalf of the Qin Provincial Writers Association. Fang Minghua sat on the rostrum and looked at the participants in the audience.

All young.

Except for a few people like Yu Hua, Li Baocun, and Wang Anyi, Fang Minghua had never met most of them.

But that doesn't mean they don't know each other.

You see, the ugly man named Mo Yan sitting by the window wearing a 1985-style military uniform, who knew he would be the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in the future?
Who would have known that a few years later, this award would bring him some criticism?
There is also a girl named Tie Nian who is sitting in the front row and looks like a college student. She is listening to Hu Feng’s speech very carefully and taking notes carefully.

and also
Wait, why is this guy Yu Hua asleep?

He actually snored slightly!

What the hell!

Fortunately, Mo Yan next to him nudged him gently, and Yu Hua suddenly woke up. Seeing Fang Minghua staring at him, he felt a little embarrassed and smiled apologetically.

Hey, I caught the train all night last night and arrived at Xijing at dawn today. I was really sleepy.

Huh?
Ge Fei doesn't seem to be here?

Fang Minghua looked at the list of reports. Everyone invited was here, but Ge Fei (Liu Yong)'s name was not there.

Didn't receive the letter?

It's also possible that I'm busy teaching.

Fang Minghua was thinking when he suddenly heard rapid footsteps outside the corridor, and then a young man carrying a yellow satchel ran to the door panting.

"Report!"

It's Ge Fei.

This guy didn't seem to get rid of the habit of being a student, so he came in and shouted a report.

His report immediately attracted the attention of the entire conference room, which made Ge Fei, who was already a bit shy, even more embarrassed.

Fang Minghua shook his head and motioned for him to come in.

Ge Fei quickly entered the conference room, sat in an empty seat at the back, took out his notebook and listened carefully.

At this moment, there were hurried footsteps again outside. This time it was a young man who looked like a secretary, waving to Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua hurried out.

"Chairman Fang, Standing Committee Member Zhao will be here in ten minutes. You should prepare in advance." the secretary said softly.

(End of this chapter)