Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 41 041 tells the story of the most precious youth in life in a pure, beautiful and cruel way.

As soon as he went to work the next morning, Fang Minghua was called to his office by President Huang.

"Comrade Xiaofang, the Writers' Association called me and said that you were very brave in southern Xinjiang. You even asked to go to the front line for interviews. It was almost an honor to encounter the enemy."

"President, please don't let my parents know about this, don't scare them." Fang Minghua said quickly.

After hearing this, President Huang laughed: "Don't worry, I won't talk about this. You have been collecting stories in southern Xinjiang for more than two months, and you have seen and heard a lot. Do you have an idea for the article?"

"Yes, I'm going to write about a cultural troupe." Fang Minghua simply stated his general idea without hiding anything.

"This angle is novel!" President Huang praised with admiration: "Military novels are also common, but from the perspective of the art troupe, this war is the first to reflect the style of the soldiers! Write well! What are your requirements?"

"If you don't have any requirements, how can you cause trouble to the leader?" Fang Minghua said.

"Haha, if you don't make a request, let me make it for you. In order to allow you to create with peace of mind, the leaders of our club have decided after research that you should not go on duty in the guard room for the time being and return to the security department. A separate office has been specially arranged for you. , calm down and write!”

"Thank you."

"Also, the leaders of the Writers' Association also called yesterday and said that you will receive a creative subsidy for this creation, 100 yuan per person!"

Ha, good thing.

I can buy a few more kilograms of good tea to drink!
  Now that the leader had spoken, Fang Minghua had no choice but to move his things away from the guard room. Thinking about it, he still missed this place.

Sitting at the gate, watching people coming and going, and watching the various aspects of life; looking at the clouds in the sky, leaving no intention of leaving or going.

Of course, I first reimbursed myself, filled out the travel expense form and asked my boss to sign it. After the reimbursement was completed, I received two months' salary. Then I went to the logistics department to get the room key, and then went to clean up the room.

Zhang Baofu volunteered to help. As he walked on the road, he said enviously: "Brother Minghua, I really can't bear to see you leave."

"Look at what you said, it seems like I am about to leave this unit. I will return to the guard room after I finish writing." Fang Minghua said.

"Brother Minghua, you are a great writer, why do you continue to watch the gate?" Zhang Baofu said, feeling very regretful.

Alas. I can no longer drink high-end tea, and I can no longer borrow that beautiful permanent bicycle to ride.

Of course Fang Minghua didn't know what Zhang Baofu was thinking about Xiao Jiujiu, so the two of them walked towards the backyard of the unit.

This is a quadrangle, a circle of bungalows. The room that Fang Minghua was assigned to temporarily write in turned out to be a storage room where debris was piled up. After the things were cleared out, the two of them cleaned it for a while and it was immediately clean.

Fang Minghua went to the logistics department again and asked for a table and chairs, thermos bottles, ink, manuscript paper, etc. Zhang Baofu helped carry them over, and all the office equipment was completed.

It seems a bit crude, but the biggest advantage here is that it is quiet and shaded.

There are some flowers and plants planted on the edge of the yard outside, and in the middle there is an ancient locust tree with lush branches and leaves, blocking out the sky and the sun.

After Zhang Baofu left, Fang Minghua looked at the somewhat empty room and wondered whether to get a bed? In this way, sometimes when you feel tired from writing at night, you don’t have to go back and just fall asleep.

But the work unit will definitely not provide a bed, and there is no extra bed at home, so you can't buy one by yourself, right?

It hurts a little bit to pay for it myself.

Let's talk about it then.

Start writing now.

First, he went to the boiler room to make a pot of boiling water and a cup of tea, then sat at the desk and spread out the manuscript paper.

Now that I am planning to write a story about an art troupe, I can naturally refer to the movie "Youth" I watched before traveling through time, which is also the novel of the same name written by Yan Geling.

But in this era, many plots and structures of both the original movie and the novel are not suitable.

First of all, the original movie or novel has a very long timeline, from the 70s to the end of the millennium, which spans a full 40 years. It certainly cannot be written like this now.

More importantly, whether it is a movie or a novel, it is essentially a piece of scar literature, especially the characters in the novel, which are full of Chinese-style warmth and warmth of human relationships and the harshness of the world. Even if the author did not deliberately criticize that era, she still has a deep understanding of that era. The attitude of the times was anything but positive.     Is youth without regrets, or is it just a wasted time?

Fang Minghua decided to choose the former.

Let’s overhaul it and combine it with this southern Xinjiang collection.

It tells the story of the most precious youth in life in a pure, beautiful and cruel way.

Liu Feng is still the male protagonist. Just like in the original work, he is simple and kind-hearted. He takes the initiative to take over the dirty work in the group. Because he often serves everyone, he is deeply loved by the entire art troupe. This is very Zhou Shunlai.

But Zhou Shunlai's character is obviously more optimistic and strong.

Liu Feng also fell deeply in love with the solo actor Lin Dingding. This plot is important. As Song Tangtang said, love cannot be obliterated in any era and in any environment.

The confession was rejected, and the matter attracted the attention of his superiors. Liu Feng was publicly criticized and then was sent to the logging company to serve as a soldier. After the war began, Liu Feng returned to his old company, but it was not an engineering camp but a field camp. Liu Feng died during the war.

Fang Minghua felt that instead of letting Liu Feng live as cowardly as in the original work, it would be better for him to die in the war and show his dignity as a man.

Miao Miao and Ding Ding continue to be the two important female protagonists, and they still have the same characters as in the original work. However, Miao Miao did not suffer from mental illness in the end and lived peacefully, while Ding Ding finally confessed in front of Liu Feng's tomb.

There is another protagonist Suiko.

It turns out that the entire novel is narrated in Suiko's voice, like a memoir. Of course this won't work. We have to change the vision, increase the weight of Suiko, and reset her identity.

Isn’t Song Tangtang a ready-made template?
  Brave, smart, compassionate, and his identity as a son of a high-ranking cadre makes this novel even more positive.

Also include the sacrificed Yang Xiaohong, the original company commander of Zhou Shunlai's company, and his comrades-in-arms.

This is real war, real life.

Perhaps there is no so-called critical exposure of human nature and repentance of the youth of that generation in the original work, but she feels that more accurately, the highest value of art is not the criticism of ugly reality, nor the binary opposition of good and evil. It gives people the power to move forward and the power to transcend reality!

Yes, it is power!

Each generation has its own mission. Each generation’s youth has been brilliant and painful. Otherwise, how can we call it youth?
  The destiny of each generation has experienced ups and downs with the times. Otherwise, how would it be called destiny? No matter which generation you are from, there are youthful years that are worthy of nostalgia and endless aftertaste.

Now that you have decided on the direction of your writing, prepare an outline and start writing.

The small courtyard was very quiet, and Fang Minghua's room was even quieter. There was only the rustling sound of his pen tip rubbing against the manuscript paper.

Soon, Fang Minghua was immersed in writing.

In addition to eating and going to the toilet, most of the day is spent writing. I ride home from the work a little early in the evening. When I wake up, I quickly ride back to the work to continue writing. I am completely excited.

Each character in the book seemed to be a living person, appearing in his mind, and it felt very uncomfortable not to write it down.

I was excited for three days in a row.

At noon that day, Fang Minghua didn't catch up with the work canteen and restaurant, so he ran to the street and bought two walnut buns. He returned to his office and poured a cup of tea, wolfed down the food and continued writing.

Suddenly, I heard a middle-aged man's voice coming from outside, with a thick nasal voice.

"Xiao Fang, are you back?

No need to look, just listen to the voice and it’s Lu Yao.

He quickly put down his pen and went to open the door. The two looked at each other and almost screamed in unison.

"O God, why did you become like this?"

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