Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 572 571 “His romance may only be in the words he writes.”

But soon, Song Tangtang's face returned to calm. She looked at Tang Na and said, "Love has no borders. Everyone has the freedom to choose and equal rights. As for whether you yearn for heaven or hell, the Buddha said: Heaven and hell are just a thin line apart."

Donald was slightly surprised.

He didn't expect that the beautiful and elegant oriental woman in front of him would react so quickly and cleverly avoid the traps twice in a row.

"OK, let's get back to the point. Let's talk about your husband: Mr. Minghua." Tang Na immediately changed the subject: "Ms. Song, Mr. Minghua wrote the Love Trilogy, which is so beautiful and romantic. In his daily life, is he a very romantic person?"

After hearing this topic, Song Tangtang couldn't help but smile.

"No, he is not very good at expressing himself. Like ordinary Chinese people, his romance may only be reflected in the words he writes."

"So nothing romantic ever happened between you?" Donald asked.

"Yes, we had just met at that time. I was a soldier in the Southern Xinjiang Art Troupe and was still on the front line. He went to the front line as a writer to collect folk songs. We experienced life and death together. One night under the moonlight, on the path outside the camp, he asked me to dance for him. I think that was the most romantic dance I have ever danced in my life."

Song Tangtang said this with a happy smile on her face.

"Oh my God, Ms. Song, you are a soldier and have participated in the war?" Donald looked shocked.

"Yes, I was born in a military family. My grandfather, my father, and my brother were all soldiers. My grandfather participated in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. My father participated in the Sino-Indian border self-defense counterattack war. As for me, I went to southern Xinjiang."

"Oh, we used to be enemies, but now we are friends." Donald joked.

Song Tangtang smiled and said, "Yes."

"Well, thank you for sharing the unique romantic story between you and your husband, but I heard that Mr. Minghua had a close relationship with Miss Emily, a beautiful writer from our country. The inspiration for his works The Bridges of Madison County and Ghost came from his travels with Miss Emily. Have you heard of this rumor?"

"I heard."

"How do you feel after listening to it?"

"It's nothing. I met Emily when I came to the United States. She is a very enthusiastic and beautiful woman. We are friends." Song Tangtang smiled.

Next, Song Tangtang talked about her and her husband's simple yet warm life, what her husband was doing in China, including the ongoing call for papers for the World Chinese Literature Award.

"He thinks this is a very meaningful thing, and I am proud of my husband."

Talking about the domestic creative environment, Song Tangtang said that it is very free now. As for what you asked, there is a Chinese saying that "seeing is believing". You are welcome to come to China and take a look.

An hour later, the show ended.

The two shook hands politely.

"Ms. Song, you are the most beautiful and intelligent lady I have ever interviewed. I welcome the opportunity to cooperate with you next time."

"Thank you."

When Song Tangtang came out of the studio, Li Li hurried over to greet her: "Cousin, you are really amazing. You can answer Tang Na's tricky questions calmly. I can't do that if it were me."

"Okay, stop praising me. I was actually very nervous at that time." Song Tangtang said, "Let's go."

"Well, cousin, let's go have some coffee. I know you like it." Li Li said again.

"OK."

After they left the building, they found a nearby coffee shop called Birch Coffee, sat at a table by the window, ordered a latte and buccaneer each, and drank them slowly.

The coffee shop was very quiet, with only a saxophone song floating in the air.

Song Tangtang recognized the song as "Going Home".

She glanced at Li Li, who was sitting opposite her and concentrating on drinking coffee, and asked softly, "Li Li, how is your relationship with Chen Jian now?"

"What can I do? It's the same as before." Li Li looked up at her cousin: "We can live our own lives and not disturb each other. At most, we can go to his parents' house together on weekends to pretend. It's fine."

"fine?"

"Yes, I prepare lessons and teach classes now. When I get home, I read books and translate articles. Occasionally, I go shopping with Demi. My life is no different from before I got married. It's good like this."

"But, you can't keep living like this, right? After all, it's lonely to be alone, and you really like children." "Yes, I like children, but I can't just find a man and have one, right? Although no one in the United States would care about you for that."

"Oh" Song Tangtang sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, cousin, don't worry about me." Li Li said with a smile, "I'm really doing well. Hey, how is the submission process for the Chinese Literature Award organized by my brother-in-law? Are there many submissions?"

"Minghua called me a few days ago and briefly explained the situation. There are about thirty novels, and about two hundred novellas and short stories combined," said Song Tangtang.

"Oh, last year, for the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in the United States, I heard that the jury received about 500 literary works. There are still a few entries for the Chinese Prize, but the call for submissions has not yet ended, so there will definitely be more entries in the future. Besides, the results for the first year are quite good, and I think the next session will be even better!"

"Ha, go call your brother-in-law and tell him that." Song Tangtang said with a smile.

"No need. I think my brother-in-law is more confident than me." Li Li smiled and asked, "How is Lele and Ruirui going in kindergarten now? Is Ruirui very naughty?"

"Yeah. Oh, it's a headache." Song Tangtang felt a headache when he thought of his precious daughter being naughty in kindergarten.

I originally wanted to raise her into a lady, but it seems that it is extremely difficult.

"Hehe, cousin, it's up to you. You were like this when you were a kid. I like it very much."

"Rui Rui is still thinking about you, wondering why your aunt doesn't come back during the holidays and play with her. Lili, will you come back during the winter vacation?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Li Li said, picking up a small spoon and stirring the coffee gently.

Song Tangtang knew that Li Li didn't want to return to China, but she was afraid that her parents, especially her mother, would always ask her about her and Chen Jian, and she really wouldn't be able to answer some of the questions.

"Li Li, you'd better come back. As for Second Aunt, I will cover for you then." Song Tangtang said.

"Okay then."

Li Li stayed in New York for only three days before flying back to San Francisco. She had to go back to school, while Song Tangtang was busy with crew matters.

Time passed by quietly, and soon it was mid-November. The filming of "A Native of Beijing in New York" was coming to an end, and it was expected to be completed by the end of November.

At that time, only the editors, sound engineers and other production staff and Wu Tianmin would return to Los Angeles for post-production, and the rest of the crew would follow Song Tangtang back to China.

On Fang Minghua's side, the call for manuscripts for the Chinese Literature Award has entered the later stages, and the number of manuscripts sent in has obviously decreased. The focus of the jury office's work now is to contact members of the reading classes in various places, understand their respective review progress, and actively prepare for the preliminary review meeting to be held.

According to Fang Minghua's plan, the preliminary review meeting for the works will be attended by all members of the reading class. The meeting will be held in Xijing after New Year's Day and will last about twenty days.

Originally, Fang Minghua was planning to go to Yenching to report the matter personally to Wang Meng and Feng Mu, but suddenly he received a notice from the China Writers Association to go to Huacheng to attend a board meeting.

Just go, and take this opportunity to report the progress of the jury's work to Wang Meng and other bigwigs of the Writers Association.

That is, why hold the meeting in Huacheng?
The worst possible way to kill yourself.

Fang Minghua complained in his heart, but still bought a sleeper train ticket and rushed to Huacheng with Hu Cai and others and stayed at the Friendship Hotel.

The board meeting was boring, since he just listened to speeches, discussed things, and raised his hands. His mind was on the award judging work.

I have specially found some time to report the progress to the bosses. Overall, I am quite satisfied. The next step will be to focus on how the reading class can ensure the principles of fairness and justice, preliminarily select outstanding works, and lay the foundation for the judges to finally publicize this year's winning works.

After staying in Huacheng for three days, Fang Minghua prepared to return to Xijing.

The night before I left, I wanted to call my wife to ask if she had returned home.

Most hotels cannot make international long-distance calls, but although the Friendship Hotel is only a three-star hotel, it is a foreign-related hotel with international long-distance service in the rooms. So I called my wife around ten o'clock in the morning. According to the time difference, it was ten o'clock the previous evening in New York, so she should be in the hotel.

Fang Minghua had just dialed the phone, reported his identity, and was about to ask when Song Tangtang would return home, but he heard his wife's anxious voice over the phone.

"Minghua, I called home several times, but you didn't answer. Aren't you in Xijing now?"

"Yeah, I'm in a meeting in Huacheng, what's wrong?"

"You are in Huacheng? Great!" "You should go to Haikou and persuade the Red Army. He is crazy!"

Oh my god
crazy? !
(End of this chapter)