Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 313 A somewhat shabby ceremony

A group of five people passed through Luohu Port with their luggage and entered Xiangjiang after security check.

It's raining today.

Opposite, there were two men holding umbrellas and holding a sign high in their hands that read "Warmly welcome members of the delegation of the Chinese Writers Association" in traditional Chinese.

One of the fat, middle-aged men with a crew cut is Ni Kuang.

Everyone came up to greet him, introduced themselves, shook hands with each other, and then followed Ni Kuang into a minibus and drove into the city.

It was their first time to come to Xiangjiang. In the car, everyone looked at the scenery outside curiously through the car windows.

Fang Minghua had traveled to Hong Kong before coming to this era, but that was already after 2010. Now he was sitting in his seat, looking at the Hong Kong under the spring rain through the window. The same Chinese-style building revealed an exotic atmosphere, with traditional Chinese characters and English mixed in. The various signboards placed together show the prosperity of the city everywhere.

Compared with after 2010, in Xiangjiang now, this beautiful Pearl of the Orient is entering its moment of glory.

This is a place that all mainlanders yearn for.

"Chairman Fang, whose songs do you also like to listen to?" Ni Kuang seemed to be very interested in this topic.

In the influence shop on the street, a Cantonese song is floating:
Let the evening breeze gently blow away the sunset
I have become accustomed to thinking about it every evening
She in the distance

Fang Minghua smiled: "I've probably read more martial arts novels than serious literature."

"Yes, I like it very much. This is sung by Jacky Cheung, right? What's the name of the song?" Fang Minghua turned his head and asked with a smile.

"And martial arts novels?" Ni Kuang added.

"Chairman Fang, I didn't expect you to know so much about the Hong Kong music scene." Ni Kuang was impressed.

"Oh my god, you actually know Jacky Cheung?!" Ni Kuang was a little surprised: "This is a singer who has only debuted for two years. The song he sang is called "Distant Her" and it is his second solo album. The title song of the Cantonese album "Amour" became popular in Hong Kong as soon as it was released. "

Ni Kuang's expression changed after hearing this. This was a criticism of the Hong Kong music scene.

"However, there are also musicians in Xiangjiang who can write music. Gu Jiahui, Lu Guanting, Hu Weili and Huang Zhan are all good at writing lyrics and music."

Ni Kuang suddenly felt like a confidant.

The sound should be sung by Jacky Cheung, but Fang Minghua can no longer remember the name of the song.

"There are more Alan Tam, Leslie Cheung, and George Lam. However, most of the music scores of Hong Kong pop songs are not original and copied from Japan. This is not as good as Taiwan."

Do you know at this moment that this relationship is always in my heart?

Fang Minghua recalled the song "Stealing the Heart" sung by Jacky Cheung N years later, and it was already beyond his capabilities.

"Seen."

Jacky Cheung had just made his debut at this time, and his voice was full of energy.

At least I know more than the Hong Kong literary world
Fang Minghua muttered in his heart, but said: "Since the reform and opening up in the mainland, a large amount of Hong Kong and Taiwan music has entered the mainland, so it is normal to know this."

"Chairman Fang, have you also seen my "Six Finger Piano Demon"?" Ni Kuang was very happy after hearing this.

"Yes, Jin Yong's, Gu Long's, and Liang Yusheng's." At this point, Fang Minghua glanced at Ni Kuang: "There is also "The Six-Finger Piano Demon" written by you, Mr. Ni."

Sitting next to him was Ni Kuang. He looked at Fang Minghua and listened to the songs outside very seriously, and asked in Mandarin with a slight Wu accent: "Chairman Fang, do you also like to listen to Cantonese songs?"

"It sounds good, and the future is promising." Fang Minghua nodded.

"Of course, the best novels are those written by Jin Yong and Gu Long."

"That's right. These two are my friends." The two chatted happily about martial arts novels.

The hotel where Fang Minghua and his party stayed was in a hotel in Causeway Bay, but it was not on the main street but in an alley. It looked relatively old and could not even be considered a three-star hotel.

The room is also relatively small, but it is fully equipped with air conditioning, hot water, and TV.

"Everyone, take a rest first. I will take you to a food stall in the evening. The establishment ceremony will be held at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Ni Kuang said with a smile.

Causeway Bay was lively at night. After Fang Minghua and his party finished eating at the food stalls, they didn't wander around and just went to a nearby bookstore.

There are many books and magazines inside, especially the magazines, in addition to entertainment and gossip, are mostly martial arts magazines. "Martial Arts World", "Martial Arts and History", "Martial Arts Spring and Autumn".
Fang Minghua randomly took out a copy of "Martial Arts World" and flipped through it. It actually serialized "White Clothes Fang Zhenmei"!
Fang Minghua had previously read Fang Zhenmei, who felt like the classic character Chu Liuxiang written by Gu Long, and the writing was not bad.

However, Fang Minghua still likes Wen Rui'an's "Four Famous Shops" series. It seems that he has already written it?

The next morning, the establishment of the Hong Kong Writers Association was held in a conference room on the third floor of the hotel. In addition to more than 20 members of the Hong Kong Writers Association, Fang Minghua and others met with writers from Taiwan Province.

To be honest, Fang Minghua didn't even know him.

There was still some time before the inauguration ceremony, and everyone was chatting.

Xiangjiang and the Taiwanese writers seemed to be familiar with each other, and they were chatting together. Instead, the five people from the mainland were chatting among themselves.

However, a middle-aged man about forty years old took the initiative to approach Fang Minghua and asked with a smile: "Are you Mr. Fang Minghua?"

"I am, are you?"

"My name is Chen Yingzhen, and I heard Wang Anyi say 伱." Chen Yingzhen said.

"Do you know Sister An Yi?" Fang Minghua was surprised.

"In 84, I was invited to participate in the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa in the United States. Wang Anyi went with her mother. I knew her at that time, a beautiful and talented girl."

That's it!

"Mr. Chen, I was also invited to participate in the "International Writing Program" last year. Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Really? Doesn't it feel good?"

"It's not bad. I saw a lot of new things and made friends. I met Mr. Ni Kuang's sister Yi Shu in Iowa."

"Haha, no wonder I heard that Mr. Ni invited you by name."

The two chatted, and Fang Minghua discovered that Chen Yingzhen was very interested in mainland affairs, not just literature.

Fang Minghua also gave a warm introduction and said: "Mr. Chen, if you have the opportunity, you are welcome to visit the mainland."

"I have wanted to go there for a long time. Now that the mainland is undergoing reform and opening up, I think I will have the opportunity soon. After all, my ancestral home is still in Fujian Province, and I am all Chinese."

The patriotic enthusiasm is very high.

Fang Minghua was very happy to hear this.

In fact, he didn't understand this person, a typical patriotic writer.

Two years later, he participated in the formation of the "China Unification Alliance" and served as its chairman. Later he settled in Yanjing.

At nine o'clock, Ni Kuang and several leaders of the Xiangjiang Writers' Association entered the conference room. Amidst a round of applause, Ni Kuang announced the official establishment of the Xiangjiang Writers' Association.

Ruan Zhangjing and Chen Yingzhen delivered congratulatory speeches on behalf of writers from the Mainland and Taiwan Province respectively. Fang Minghua found that there were very few reporters who came to report, and only one reporter from Ming Pao was sent over.

Fang Minghua probably saw that Jin Yong and Ni Kuang had a good personal relationship.

It’s really a bit shabby when I think of the Mainland Writers Association meetings where reporters of all sizes crowded the aisles.

After the simple establishment ceremony, Ni Kuang treated everyone to a meal on behalf of the Hong Kong Writers Association at noon, and the entire agenda was concluded.

Of course, Fang Minghua and the others will not leave Xiangjiang immediately.

It’s not easy to come here, at least it will take a few days, right?

Anyway, the Writers Association reimburses travel expenses.

Fang Minghua originally waited for the weather to get cooler in the afternoon, so they could go to Central for a walk. However, in the afternoon, Ni Kuang knocked on his door and said that he was going to treat him privately.

"Mr. Fang, I heard that you like martial arts. I specially invited Mr. Cha, Mr. Wen and other martial arts writers. Wouldn't it be nice for us to have dinner together and chat about the world?"

Mr. Cha must be Jin Yong, and Mr. Wen is Wen Ruian?
Well, it’s worth talking about.

Fang Minghua readily agreed.

(End of this chapter)