Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 372 371 "The one who checks the water meter and collects rent!"

Fang Minghua didn't move, sitting on the chair and listening.

Soon, a female voice started singing along with the tape recorder.

Can't forget you wrote you in the diary
Don’t forget that what you’re thinking about is still you
Romantic summer, there is a romantic you
Fang Minghua remembered that there was another tenant in this courtyard, a girl from Shencheng named Wang Zi, a female writer who claimed to write with her body and whose pen name was "Tangtang". Of course, she was still a little girl now.

This singing level.
The tune has gone to Shanghai!
Fang Minghua couldn't help but shake his head.

The girl in the room didn't seem to feel it, and kept singing along with the tape recorder.

After the song, the door of the room opened, and Fang Minghua saw a girl wearing a pink nightgown walking out.

The girl also saw Fang Minghua sitting under the grapevine. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed, turned around and ran into the room, closing the door with a bang.

"Who are you and why are you coming to my house in broad daylight?!" the girl asked through the door.

your home?

Fang Minghua replied angrily: "They check the water meter and collect the rent!"

There was no movement in the room for a while, and the door opened after a while.

Fang Minghua saw the girl changed into a dress and came out, and looked at Fang Minghua with a smile.

"Uncle Fang, are you the editor-in-chief of Yanhe magazine?"

Uncle, am I that old?

Looking at the girl who looked like an underage girl, Fang Minghua didn't refute and nodded.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Uncle Fang, I really like watching "Yanhe". I buy and watch almost every issue!" Wang Zi added.

Every issue?

To please me?
You heard that I have to collect rent, please please me?
Fang Minghua secretly smiled in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"You like to read "Yanhe", what is the name of the latest novel recommended by the editor?"

what is it call?
Wang Zi was stunned, she didn't even look at it.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. This year has expired, do you want to renew? Renew and pay the rent!" Fang Minghua didn't want to talk to her, so he went straight to the point.

In fact, Fang Minghua had no intention of collecting rent, but since he met a tenant, he still had to show his power as a landlord.

Don't say that you ran to someone else's house!
"Rent!" Wang Zi replied quickly, and then asked cautiously: "Uncle Fang, you won't raise the rent, will you?"

In the past two years, everything in Yanjing has been rising, and Wang Zi is frightened by the rising prices.

Sure enough, Fang Minghua looked at her: "You said, the price of pork has increased from 1 yuan to 4 yuan per pound, can the rent not increase?!"

"This"

Wang Zi's little face suddenly drooped: "Well, Uncle Fang, please stop raising your eyebrows."

Fang Minghua ignored her, but looked at the small courtyard, and suddenly said: "Who planted these roses? The old Liu family?"

"No, it's me."

"you?"

Seeing that Fang Minghua didn't believe it, Wang Zi said: "Uncle Liu and the others go out early and come back late. How can they have time to plant flowers when they are so busy? I liked planting flowers when I was in Shanghai. There are not only roses in my yard, but also petunia, There are dahlias, windmill jasmine, and a magnolia tree, which is so beautiful especially in summer.”

"Oh" Fang Minghua looked at the lush grape trellis again: "Did you grow these grapes too?"

"Uncle Liu helped me fight. I planted the grapes. In two or three months, the grapes will be ripe and ready to be eaten."

"Not bad." Fang Minghua nodded. He had already seen bunches of green grapes hanging on the branches.

"Uncle, are you thirsty? I'll give you some water." Wang Zi said again diligently.

"Thank you." I didn't drink water for most of the day, and I was indeed a little thirsty.

Wang Zi hurriedly ran into the house, took out a very enamel cup, handed it to Fang Minghua, and looked at him pitifully. Fang Minghua knew what she was thinking, and after taking a sip of water, he said: "Wang Zi, since you are still a reader of "Yanhe", so be it. I will not increase the rent this year, but I have a condition!"

"Do you want to read every issue of "Yanhe"?" Wang Zi asked quickly.

"No! As for you, plant more flowers and plants in the small yard to make it more beautiful!"

what?
Fang Minghua's answer was beyond Wang Zi's expectations, and the girl was stunned for a moment.

"What, you don't agree?"

"Agree? That's great. I will definitely plant more flowers and plants!" Wang Zi jumped up happily.

"Uncle Fang, what flowers do you like?"

"I don't care, just plant whatever you think is suitable."

"Yeah, Yanjing is different from Shencheng. The winter is cold and dry, so I'll plant some roses, chrysanthemums and hostas!"

"Okay, whatever you want."

Fang Minghua asked again whether it was convenient to live here and whether anything had happened in the courtyard, and the girl answered them one by one.

Maybe as she gets acquainted, the girl talks more.

"Uncle Fang, it's hot outside, come in and sit down." Wang Zi greeted.

It was now 11 o'clock, and the temperature in the small courtyard had indeed risen. Fang Minghua was a little curious.

How is this girl's room?
Will she be like some girls in rented houses in later generations, who dress up beautifully when they go out, but the house is a mess?

However, due to Fang Minghua's expectation, the room was very clean and had the atmosphere of a city woman's petty bourgeoisie. Moreover, the small room had a desk and a small cabinet with skin care products for girls. Several books he wrote caught his attention.

Fang Minghua walked over and took a look. The title on the back of the book surprised him.

"The Interpretation of Dreams", "The Psychology of Love" and "The Sorrows of Girl Dora"!
These three books are all works by Freud. In this era, there is a collective name in the industry called "Three Articles on Sexuality".

No wonder so!
No wonder Wang Zi would write works like "Sugar" when he became an adult.

Wang Zi kept his eyes on Fang Minghua and saw him staring at the three books, but his expression didn't seem to change.

"Teacher Fang, have you read these three books?" Wang Zi couldn't help but ask.

"I've read it." Fang Minghua nodded, took out the book "The Sorrows of Girl Dora" and asked, "Where did you get this book?"

You know, this book is still banned in this day and age!

"It was recommended by my art teacher when I was in junior high school."

art teacher?

Fang Minghua looked at the other party in surprise.

"Well, I was in the third grade of junior high school that year. Two of my teachers recommended two books to me. The politics teacher recommended Marx's "Das Kapital" to me, and the art teacher recommended Freud's psychological works to me, including Including these three books.”

"You chose the latter?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Well, I chose the latter after reading the first few pages of each book."

"Oh" Fang Minghua said nothing more.

"Uncle Fang, you are a writer and novel editor. Do you think it is appropriate for me to read these three books?" Wang Zi suddenly asked.

"Didn't you make your own choice?" Fang Minghua looked at the other party and asked.

"At first I thought it was exciting, but as I got older and wandered outside for so many years, I felt that not everything written in the book was correct."

Wang Zi's face showed confusion.

"Freud's school of psychoanalysis is just a type of Western philosophy. You can try it, but don't be superstitious." Fang Minghua said concisely and comprehensively.

Wang Zi said oh but said nothing.

(End of this chapter)