Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 409 My future is not a dream

Ye Weilin invited the two of them into his office.

After pouring tea for the two of them, Ye Weilin asked: "Editor Fang, are you on a business trip to Hainan this time?"

"It's not a business trip." Fang Minghua replied with a smile: "Hainan is about to be established as a province. I want to come and have a look at this largest special economic zone in the country. In addition, there are matters related to my friend's company. I will come with you to take a look."

"Oh?"

Fang Minghua didn't hesitate anymore and told Ye Weilin the purpose of his visit.

"We don't know the president of their publishing house. Chairman Ye, can you help us arrange a meeting?" Fang Minghua made his request.

After hearing this, Ye Weilin pondered for a moment and then said: "The president of Hainan People's Publishing House is called Hong Shouxiang. I am not very familiar with it, but the deputy director of their publishing house's editorial office is called Su Bin. He is also from Hunan Province. He just graduated from Hunan People's Publishing House last year. I'll ask him about President Hong first."

"Wait a moment." Ye Weilin stood up and picked up the phone on his desk, dialed a number, and started chatting in the authentic Hunan dialect.

After two minutes, Ye Weilin hung up the phone and said to the two of them: "Su Bin said that their President Hong went to Huacheng for a meeting, and he won't be back until next week."

That was all they could do. After chatting for a while, the two of them said goodbye and left, declining the other party's invitation to take care of lunch.

"You don't seem to be anxious at all?" Fang Minghua asked.

"End of the World? Is this the same song? Please come to the end of the world, where spring is always present all year round."

Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette and said:
"Minghua, Haikou is a little behind, but the climate is good, especially in winter. If you live here for a while, the life will be so beautiful."

Sitting on a motorcycle and returning to Wanghai Tower, Zhao Hongjun seemed to be in high spirits: "Minghua, there's nothing much to do these days. Where should we go to play? Let's go see the sea during the day and go to the dance hall in the evening? While eating, I I heard that the dance hall in Wanghai Tower is very fun.”

"Yes, that's the song." Fang Minghua said with a smile: But I heard that there is no air traffic there yet. After there is an airport, I will buy a house there and live with my wife and children for a few days every winter. "

Fang Minghua had every reason to suspect that this guy was coming to Haikou to talk about business but actually wanted to come and have fun.

"Minghua, are you afraid of Tangtang? Thinking of your wife wherever you go? Isn't this the style of the great men of our Qin Province?!"

The two took off their shoes, sat on the beach, and chatted while looking at the sea not far away.

"Actually, it's really good here, but I heard that Sanya is even better. It's like the ends of the earth and the sea."

"What? Make a home here first?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Why are you anxious? Come out, then relax. It's useless to be anxious anyway." Zhao Hongjun spoke plausibly.
What the hell!

Fang Minghua was a little disappointed after hearing this.

When you were in Xijing, you were so anxious that you dragged me to Hainan. Now that you are in Haikou, you are not in a hurry anymore?

What made the two of them even more comfortable was that there was no cold wind from the north, and the January sun made them feel warm and comfortable.

In this era, Haikou Bay did not yet have the Century Bridge or Wanlv Garden, so it seemed a bit desolate. However, the white and delicate beaches, tall and straight coconut trees, and the blue sky and white clouds on the sea made people feel relaxed and happy.

"You do not want?"

Fang Minghua was speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Without the top leader, no one else can make the decision on this kind of thing.

But they had nothing to do. The two took off their suits and put on T-shirts and jeans. They went out and got on a motorcycle. The driver took them directly to Haikou Bay.

"Editor Fang, why are you so anxious? Since you are here in Haikou, you can spend a few more days and see the scenery here. It is completely different from your Qin Province."

The days in Haikou became leisurely.

The two also learned the local attire, wearing T-shirts and large pants during the day, and a pair of flip-flops, and rode around the city on a motorcycle.

Instead of eating Baoluo rice noodles, I eat pig's trotter rice, beef brisket rice and Wenchang chicken, all of which taste good. In fact, Wanghailou Hotel provides a wide variety of Cantonese and Qiong cuisine, but the two of them always felt that they were not as delicious as those at the night market stalls.

Qilou Old Street, Haikou Bell Tower, Haidian Island People’s Bridge. I visited all the places of interest in Haikou.

The urban area of ​​Haikou in this era was only 20 square kilometers, with a population of less than 20. It took two days to go to all the places that should be visited, so the two had no choice but to wander on the streets.

Fang Minghua was surprised to find that the streets of Haikou had unknowingly become a paradise for "artistic youths". He saw a college student restaurant on the street. There are also shoe shining, newspaper selling, singing, juggling, painting, and guitar playing.
In fact, these are college students who have come to Hainan and cannot find jobs for the time being.

When Fang Minghua came to this era, it was the first time he saw someone singing on the street with a guitar.

It's on Datong Road.

It was a thin boy with long hair, singing a song that was just popular this year.

"My Future is Not a Dream" by Zhang Yusheng:
Do you want me to bow my head in the sun?
Working hard and sweating silently

Do you miss me even if I am indifferent?
Don't give up the life you want

There was a washbasin in front of him with a few dimes in it.

Fang Minghua listened carefully for a while, and his singing was pretty good. Although he didn't have Zhang Yusheng's high-pitched voice, he had a Wang Feng flavor.

Finally, he took out a five-yuan RMB and put it gently in the basin, turned around and left.

Today is Sunday, and the two of them were very bored in the evening. Fang Minghua refused Zhao Hongjun’s suggestion to go to the karaoke hall to listen to singing. The two of them took a motorcycle and let the driver drive around aimlessly on the street. Finally, they came to the In Yecheng People's Park near Daying Mountain, I found that there were many young people on the lawn in the park, piles in piles, and some were playing cards with flashlights. Some were talking loudly in dialects from all over the world, which immediately attracted their attention.

"Master, what are they doing?" Zhao Hongjun asked the driver.

"These are college students who come to Haikou to look for jobs. Some of them can't find a place to rent so they stay here at night." The motorcycle driver explained in very broken Mandarin: "But Haikou is so big, how can we need so many people?" Here.”

"So many college students?!" Zhao Hongjun was surprised when he heard this. He estimated that there were thousands of people!
Oh my God
Gently wake up the sleeping soul

slowly open your eyes
Look at the busy world

Are you still wandering around lonely?

The spring breeze does not understand the style
blow the young heart
Somewhere in the park, someone sang "Tomorrow Will Be Better" by Luo Dayou. Soon the park became quiet, and it didn't take long for people to start following suit.

More people sang in unison. The singing was solemn and low, and seemed to be suppressed, but it seemed that one could hear the pounding of hearts far and near. Even Zhang Jianjun started humming along.

Let me embrace your dream

Let me have your true face
make us smile
Full of youthful pride

Let us hope that tomorrow will be better
As soon as the song was finished, a classmate started another tune, this time it was "The Internationale", followed by another chorus:
Get up, hungry and cold slave,

Arise, you wretches of the world!

The blood is full of enthusiasm,

Fight for the truth!
The old world is falling apart,
Slaves, get up, get up!
The singing is surging and heart-stirring,
While singing, a girl started crying, and soon the whole park was full of crying.

Fang Minghua did not sing along, but folded his hands on his chest and listened to all this silently.

"No singing! No singing! Whoever sings again will not be allowed to stay here..."

The joint defense team members came out of nowhere. The beams of their flashlights were swaying between trees, flowers and grass, and they were shouting loudly.

The singing stopped immediately, and the park became completely silent. The light beams and voices of the joint defense team members also gradually faded away. Not far away, the noisy market sounds on Haixiu Road could be clearly heard.

(End of this chapter)