Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 346 The first class of school
Yu Hua looked surprised when he saw it was Fang Minghua.

"Editor Fang, are you also studying in Luyuan?"

Those who study in Luyuan are not only the workshops where Yu Hua is in, there are also advanced classes, research classes, training classes, etc. to meet the needs of writers at different levels, so Yu Hua has this question.

Fang Minghua did not answer directly, but asked: "Yu Hua, have you written any novels recently?"

"Not yet." Yu Hua quickly replied: "I plan to come to Luyuan to study and create at the same time."

"Well, when you finish writing, bring it to me to see."

"it is good."

The two of them said that they had already gone up to the fourth floor. Fang Minghua said hello and walked towards his dormitory.

After Fang Minghua left, the slightly older man named He Liwei who was with Yu Hua from Hunan Province asked, "Who is he? He looks so awesome."

"He is Fang Minghua."

"Does he have any hobbies?" He Liwei asked again.

Fang Minghua returned to his dormitory, took out the Longjing tea he brought from home, brewed a cup, and then began to prepare lessons seriously. Although he was teaching according to the book he wrote, he must make the necessary preparations.

"Quite easy-going."

Fang Minghua looked carefully and found that this beautiful writer didn't seem to be in his memory.

"No! The rooms on the west side of the fourth floor are reserved for teachers!
"He's a teacher!" He Liwei also woke up with a start.

However, there are too many writers in this era. Some, like Yu Hua Moyan, have gradually become phenomenal writers and are well known to the public, but some are not. Maybe you have read his books, but you may not pay attention to who the author is.

"I like to drink tea, and I heard that I also like to drink alcohol." Yu Hua replied casually, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "Liwei, why do you ask?"

"Let's go to the research class." Yu Hua said casually, and suddenly stopped after walking up two stairs.

The girl also looked at him with her big beautiful eyes, and Fang Minghua's gaze quickly passed over.

"It's okay. Last year I was invited to Xijing to participate in a symposium for young and middle-aged writers held by Yanhe magazine. Editor Fang hosted it," Yu Hua said.

"Just ask, just ask."

"Hey, Yu Hua, it seems you know Editor Fang very well." He Liwei asked curiously.

"Hey, how about Editor Fang?"

There weren't many people, thirty.

The ages ranged from more than 20 to more than 30, and most of them were men. Fang Minghua saw a woman sitting at the back of the classroom.

After breakfast the next morning, class began. Fang Minghua stood on the podium and looked at the students below.

"He won't teach me us, will he?"

"It's possible. Have you looked at this year's courses? One of the courses is called Introduction to Contemporary Avant-Garde Novels, and it uses books written by other people!"

"Fuck! Is it him?" The young man looked surprised. "Why did he come to Luyuan to study?"

Very young, in his early twenties, with short hair, quite beautiful.

He Liwei took a breath of air.

These are young and middle-aged writers with great potential from all over the country. They have published their own works, and some are already well-known in the literary world, such as Yu Hua.

Fang Minghua glanced at Yu Hua, who was sitting behind him.

Fortunately, I didn't doze off today.

Fang Minghua withdrew his gaze and said to the students in the audience: "Hello everyone, my name is Fang Minghua. This time I will teach you an introduction to avant-garde novels. Now I will start to call your name, Sun Jin!"

"Here!" A man stood up.

Fang Minghua's roll call was not because he was worried about who would be late and absent from class, but because he wanted to match the name with the person and the student information at hand as soon as possible.

"Li Hongying."

"To!"

The female student in the back stood up.

Fang Minghua quickly looked at the student information in his hand.

Li Hongying, female, born in 1962, Chongqing, has published short stories such as the poetry collection "Bird of Paradise" and "Carnation Club: Women Have Action".

Turns out he is still a poet.

Fang Minghua thought and quickly called out his name.

"Yu Hua!"

"Here!" "He Liwei!"

"To!"

"Chen Hong!"

Fang Minghua called twice but no one answered, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Chen Hong!"

When Fang Minghua called for the third time, he suddenly heard a female voice coming from outside the classroom door.

"To!"

Then a girl in jeans ran in in a panic.

His bright eyes, white teeth, and beautiful black hair immediately attracted the attention of the whole class.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I just came to report today." Chen Hong stood at the edge of the podium and apologized to Fang Minghua.

"Find a seat and sit down." Fang Minghua said calmly.

Chen Hong took a look at the seats. Basically, there were two people sitting there. There happened to be an empty seat next to a girl in the back row, so she hurried over and sat on the edge.

After Fang Minghua called the names of the thirty students one by one, he officially started the class.

"Classmates, we are now starting class. The first lecture is from Enlightenment to Existentialism: The evolution of contemporary avant-garde literary trends. Please turn the book to page five." Fang Minghua said, opening the book he had written. Read the book seriously.

The audience was quiet, except for the sound of books being turned and the pen tip scratching the paper.

Yu Hua was a little absent-minded.

He bought this book written by Fang Minghua and read it carefully. Of course, this was not the reason for not listening carefully.

Although he had read it, some of the chapters were a bit esoteric and he did not understand it. This time Fang Minghua came to the class in person, which was of course a good opportunity.

However, he couldn't concentrate. The appearance of the girl named Chen Hong just now shocked him.

There is such a beautiful woman.

It's not like Yu Hua has never seen a beautiful girl before. His daughter-in-law Pan Yinchun is actually not bad looking either.

Yu Hua has also seen talented women.

But this is the first time Yu Hua has seen a girl who is both beautiful and talented.

He couldn't help but glance at the girl next to him.

"Hey, listen, the teacher is staring at you." He Liwei, who was at the same table, nudged him with his elbow and whispered.

Yu Hua looked up and saw Fang Minghua looking at him, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Why is this so?

I came all the way to Yanjing to study, not to look at girls!

What's more, he has a wife.

Yu Hua quickly calmed down and listened carefully.

Fang Minghua lectured for almost two hours, and the class was coming to an end.

"Today I'm just going to talk about the development history of avant-garde novels. Starting from the next class, I will focus on the classification and writing techniques of avant-garde novels. The first is stream-of-consciousness novels." Fang Minghua patted the chalk dust on his hands and continued: "Now, I will give Everyone gives homework.”

"Still have homework?!"

The students in the audience immediately whispered, they really regarded us as students.

"My second class is scheduled for Friday afternoon. Today is Monday, which means there are still four days left." Fang Minghua said expressionlessly: "During these four days, please read the following novels:"

"The Spot on the Wall" written by British writer Woolf.

"The Sound and the Fury" written by American writer William Faulkner

"Confrontation" by Xiangjiang writer Liu Yichang

"Eye of Night" by Wang Meng

"And the two novels I wrote, "The Sun Also Rises" and "Roadside Picnic." Fang Minghua wrote the names of these novels on the blackboard.

"get out of class is over!"

After saying that, he picked up the handout and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)