Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 31 Writers Association Meeting
  "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"You are a writer and poet, why would you go to see the gate?!" Lei Xuecheng looked incredulous.

"What's wrong with guarding the gate? It's a job, right? At least someone pays me a salary." Fang Minghua smiled and continued: "I think it's more appropriate to find a job to make a living first, and then do what you like to do. .”

Lei Xuecheng was silent.

If it had been in the car the day before yesterday, he would have refuted Fang Minghua loudly, but today he couldn't say it.

At noon the next day, the train arrived at Xijing Station, and the two got off at the same time.

"Thank you, Writer Fang." Lei Xuecheng thanked him.

"I told you, just call me by my name."

"How about that? Writer Fang."

I, Fang Minghua, had no choice but to let him go.

The two of them got off the underground passage, but Lei Xuecheng walked in the other direction. Fang Minghua probably didn't buy a ticket and couldn't leave the station normally before thinking of another way.

"Can you go out?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"No problem, I'm very familiar with Xijing Station." Lei Xuecheng replied and waved to Fang Minghua: "Writer Fang, I will seriously consider what you said in the car last night. Goodbye!" After that, he strode forward. go.

Fang Minghua smiled and followed the crowd in another direction.

The time soon arrived in mid-April, and the sunshine was warm that afternoon. Fang Minghua was sitting at the door of the guard room with a newspaper, basking in the sun and reading the newspaper, when he saw Wang Juan hurriedly walking out of the office building.

"Fang Minghua, President Huang is calling you!"

President Huang?
  "What's the matter?" Fang Minghua asked curiously. To be honest, I have been here for more than half a year, and apart from saying hello to others when I meet them, I have never spoken more than a few words.

"That's a good thing." Wang Juan lowered her voice: "The president said he is going to recommend you to join the Writers Association."

This is a happy event.

The Writers' Association in the 1980s was not as criticized as it was in later generations. Being able to join the Writers' Association now is definitely an honorable and sacred thing.

Moreover, joining the Writers' Association means that not only the government but also the general public will recognize your identity as a writer.

Fang Minghua hurried up to the president's office on the second floor. Editor-in-chief Zhang Pixiang was also there, and he saw Fang Minghua with a kind face.

"Comrade Xiaofang, sit down, sit down."

When Fang Minghua sat down, President Huang said: "Editor-in-Chief Zhang proposed to me to recommend you to join the Xijing Branch of the Writers Association in the name of the company. I think it is very good. You have works, you are young, and you have creative enthusiasm. I don't know what you have in mind."

what idea?
  Of course I am willing.

I also want to say a few humble words to thank the leaders for their concern, and I must work hard in the future.

"Fill out this form as required." President Huang said.

The form is quite complicated, including name, place of origin, resume, works, awards, family members, etc., and a one-inch black and white photo!

For the first time in this era, Fang Minghua went to the Bell Tower Photo Studio and took a one-inch bareheaded photo for thirty cents.

After filling out the recommendation form and submitting it, he received a quick response. Fang Minghua officially joined the Xijing Branch of the Writers' Association, but it was the kind without establishment, that is, he did not receive half a cent salary.

But I have an identity.
  When you go out on business, others can introduce you openly and honestly: "This writer Fang Minghua from the Xijing Branch of the Writers' Association. As for the doorman, you can ignore it.

For this reason, Fang Minghua spent more than ten yuan to have his boss and several writers with whom he was close have another meal of mutton steamed buns.

Almost nothing else has changed, you just do whatever you are supposed to do.

The time soon came to the beginning of May, and Labor Day had just passed. That afternoon, Fang Minghua was working in the guard room, when he saw Wang Juan from the office walking over in a hurry and saying:
  "Fang Minghua, I just received a call from the Writers' Association, asking you to go to the Writers' Association for a meeting at 8:30 tomorrow morning."

Meeting?
  This is the first meeting for me to join the Writers Association.

Fang Minghua's spirit was lifted. The next morning, Fang Minghua put on a clean Chinese tunic suit and rode his bicycle to the Writers Association.

The Xijing Writers Association is very close to the magazine, which is the famous "Gao Guizi Mansion" in history.

Fang Minghua pushed his bicycle into the gate. The building inside is divided into a front yard, a middle yard and a backyard. The main building is a Western-style building with a basement and a fountain in the middle of the yard.

The middle courtyard is a garden, and the backyard consists of three courtyards. The exterior is antique with green bricks and green tiles. Different precious tree species grow in each courtyard, many of which Fang Minghua cannot name.

The meeting of the Writers Association was in a courtyard at the back. There was an osmanthus tree in the middle of the courtyard. Fang Minghua entered the conference room. There were already more than a dozen people inside.

Many of them are regular customers of Yanhe magazine. Zou Zhian, Wang Xiaoxin, Li Tianfang and Fang Minghua all know them. They also know this young man, the janitor of the magazine, and now he has an additional identity - a member of the Xijing Writers Association, said to be the youngest member.

"Come, Xiaofang, sit here with me. I have something to tell you." Li Tianfang greeted with a smile.

Li Tianfang was originally the editor of the magazine, and her novel was also published in the "Qin Province Young Writers' Novel Issue" at the beginning of this year. The two of them had participated in a seminar held for this purpose, and they were guests of each other, so they were familiar with each other.

When the other party greeted him, Fang Minghua sat next to her.

Fang Minghua thought Li Tianfang was going to talk about writing, but he didn't expect that the other party lowered his voice and asked, "Xiao Fang, have you talked about a girlfriend?"

what?
  It turned out to be a matchmaker.

"If we haven't discussed it yet, how about I introduce it to you?" Li Tianfang smiled.

"Sister Li, I think I'm still young. The most important thing now is study and work." Fang Minghua declined.

"Study and work are important, but falling in love is also important. Don't imitate Lu Yao and Ping Wa and wait until you are almost thirty to get married!"

Isn’t it too late to get married in your thirties?
  Aren’t we now advocating late marriage and late childbearing?
  But Fang Minghua couldn't say that, so he looked around and said to him: "Editor Lu has not come back from Qinbei yet. Hey, why didn't I see Teacher Chen and Editor Jia coming?"

"When Zhongshi is busy with administrative duties, he usually doesn't attend meetings. Pingwa always comes to meetings on time." Li Tianfang explained quietly.

Sure enough, when the time reached half past eight, Jia Pingwa hurriedly walked into the conference room with her briefcase under her arm. She glanced at the people inside, greeted the people around her, walked towards Fang Minghua, and sat down on him. Beside him, he smiled and said:

"Xiao Fang, have you written any new articles recently? Let me read them."

"Brother Jia, I'm not like you. Writing articles is like giving birth to a baby, one after another." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Pfft" Li Tianfang next to him was immediately amused.

"Xiao Fang, what you say is really interesting."

"Hey. Brother Jia, do you think what I said is right?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Compared with Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa is really good at writing. In the past two or three years, she has created a series of "Mountain Town Nightclub", "Dead Husband", "February Apricot", "Mountain Notes", etc. The response to the launch has been good.

Jia Pingwa was not annoyed after hearing Fang Minghua's words, but smiled: "Haha, Xiao Fang, what you said is right or wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, writing is like a woman giving birth to babies, one after another. But what's wrong is: I am not very satisfied with each work, and always place my hope on the next work."

"Let me tell you, when I was in the countryside in the early years, there were 7 girls in a family, but there was no boy. In order to have a boy, they gave birth to 7 girls. Hehe, this situation is just like when I write a novel .”

"Pingwa, you're wrong. We are promoting family planning now and don't allow so many children! Don't teach Xiao Fang a bad lesson. She's not married yet."

Li Tianfang looked serious with a straight face, but why was there a smile in the corner of his eyes?
  "Yes, yes, Xiao Fang is still a boy. Hey, do you have a partner? There is a new girl in our magazine. She is very good. How about I help you match her?"

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I said you big writers, why don’t you write articles well? Why are you always so keen on matchmaking for me?

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