Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 578 "A little bit, a little bit"

"Sure, I can sing a few lines, you can listen." Song Tangtang hummed softly on the phone.

"655 51 43 332 1
655 51 43 332 2
Song Tangtang sang the music and Fang Minghua understood it immediately.

Oops
It’s still the song “Thousands of Questions”.

After Song Tangtang finished singing the first few lines, she asked again, "How's the song? Is it nice?"

"I feel it's okay. How about this, you don't have to ask Yi Ming for help. Just bring the music score back and I'll try to write the lyrics." Fang Minghua said.

"You can write lyrics?!"

"Give it a try. After all, I wrote poetry before."

"Well, actually I just wanted to come back and see if my two babies have grown taller."

"Don't look at me?"

"What's so good about you? You're just like that." Song Tangtang said angrily.

Why.
Fang Minghua pretended to sigh.

"This woman doesn't want her husband anymore after having a child."

"Okay, stop pretending to be wronged." Song Tangtang laughed at the other end of the phone: "I will take a plane back tomorrow."

Fang Minghua was overjoyed.

"After you buy the ticket, give me a call and I'll pick you up at the airport."

"This is not important. What's important is that you have to take a shower tomorrow."

The next day at noon, Fang Minghua received a call from Song Tangtang, saying that she had booked a flight ticket at 1 p.m. and would arrive in Xijing around 3 p.m.

"Okay, I'll go take a shower now!" Fang Minghua answered excitedly.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Fang Minghua did not go to the office. At around three o'clock, he drove out in an SUV and arrived at the waiting hall of Xiguan Airport. After a while, he saw Song Tangtang, wearing a white down jacket, leather boots, and sunglasses, appear at the exit, dragging a huge suitcase.

They are an old couple, and sending flowers or hugging is not popular in China. He took his wife's suitcase, got in the car at the parking lot, and drove straight to his own yard.

When they got home, Song Tangtang had just taken off her coat and boots, and Xiao Dou Miao brought cotton slippers to the hostess.

Song Tangtang was just about to touch Xiao Dou Miao's dog's head affectionately, but Fang Minghua picked her up from the sofa like a princess and carried her upstairs.

"what?"

"What are you talking about? Exercise on the bed."

"rogue!"

Song Tangtang said angrily, but hugged Fang Minghua's neck tightly.

After going up to the second floor and entering the bedroom, Fang Minghua hooked the door with his foot, threw Song Tangtang onto the bed and pounced on her.

Before long, babbling sounds were heard in the room.

I don’t know how long it took, Fang Minghua came down from upstairs, walked out of the hallway and stood in the yard. He saw the afterglow of the setting sun in the west, twisted his waist and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, feeling refreshed.

“The extreme yin is solemn and the extreme yang is mighty. The solemnity comes from the sky and the mightyness comes from the earth. When the communication and harmony are achieved, all things come into being.” Fang Minghua actually recited the ancient Chinese text.

Song Tangtang also got dressed and went downstairs to the living room. The blush on her face had not yet disappeared. When she heard Fang Minghua in the yard shaking his head and suddenly reciting ancient Chinese texts, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Minghua, what ancient Chinese texts are you reciting?"

"It's from the Tian Zi Fang chapter of Zhuangzi." Fang Minghua turned his head and looked at his wife and smiled, "He meant that yin alone cannot grow, and yang alone cannot produce life, so heaven and earth are matched with yin and yang, ahem. Just like what we did just now."

"Pah" Song Tangtang spat softly, but she was already used to her husband's tone, so she said, "I'll go cook," and turned into the kitchen.

In the evening, we had oil-splashed noodles.

Fang Minghua ate two large bowls of rice in one breath, his stomach felt full and he felt extremely comfortable.

The food my wife cooks is delicious.

"Minghua, I brought back the music score written by Liu Huan." Song Tangtang suddenly said. "Okay, bring it here and let me see it."

Song Tangtang took out a piece of music score from the suitcase and handed it to Fang Minghua. She went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and heard Fang Minghua humming the music score in the living room.

"He also understands music theory?"

Song Tangtang was a little surprised, she really didn't know.

After washing the dishes, Song Tangtang took off her apron and walked into the living room. Seeing Fang Minghua humming a tune while beating the beat with her hands, she couldn't help but ask, "Minghua, you actually know music theory?"

“A little bit, a little bit”

In fact, Fang Minghua really only had a rough understanding, he could only understand the simplified musical notation.

Now I hum the music to the beat just to write the lyrics so that they can correspond to the position of the music.
After singing it several times, Fang Minghua stood up and prepared to go upstairs.

"Why are you going?"

“Write the lyrics.”

Song Tangtang was a little skeptical, but seeing her husband like this, she just let him do what he wanted.

Sitting on the sofa, he picked up the cat Xiao Douya, and while petting the cat, he picked up the phone and talked for a long time. Of course, he was calling his parents and two precious children.

She said on the phone that mom is back and will come to see you tomorrow and bring you lots of gifts.
After the phone call ended, Fang Minghua came down with the music score.

"Why, you don't want to write anymore?" she asked.

"It's finished."

"Ah? Finished writing?!" Song Tangtang looked surprised.

He took the music score handed to him by Fang Minghua and slowly began to hum.

I've been chasing you for thousands of miles

But you don't care
You don't seem to be in my dream
In my dream you are my only one
Time and time again you ask me
Ask me if I love you
Song Tangtang hummed twice in a row before stopping.

"How is it? Is it suitable?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Wow, this is so suitable. Minghua, you are so amazing! You can even write lyrics!" Song Tangtang hugged her husband excitedly.

“A little bit, a little bit”

"I will send it back to Liu Huan tomorrow. He said he will find someone to compose the music!"

"OK!"

Time flies, and it is already the end of December. As 1991 is coming to an end, a major event happened in the world:
On December 12, the Soviet Supreme Soviet of the Republics held its last meeting and announced that the Soviet Union ceased to exist and the Soviet Union officially disintegrated.

This incident caused a great stir in the country, with official news interpretations and widespread discussion among the public.

But for Fang Minghua, this is actually history and he was not surprised at all. His heart was on the reading class discussion held at Tangcheng Hotel after New Year's Day.

The meeting was scheduled to be held on January 3rd. As soon as New Year's Day passed, Fang Minghua became busy setting up the venue, arranging accommodation rooms, and receiving reports from participants from all over the country. The jury office had insufficient staff, so four people were seconded from the Writers Association to help.

It was cold today and snowflakes were falling outside. Fang Minghua was in his office, speaking to the conference staff when he suddenly saw a man flash outside.

It's Lu Yao.

He hurried out and saw Lu Yao standing at the door in a military coat, looking a little strange.

"Brother Lu, it's so cold, why are you here at the Writers Association instead of staying at home? Attending a meeting? Didn't we just have one yesterday? I didn't hear there was a meeting today?"

"No, I was bored at home and wanted to go out and talk to someone. Are you in a meeting?" Lu Yao said.

"I have some things to arrange, and it will be finished soon. You can go to the office next door and have some tea first." Fang Minghua said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Lu Yao said and went into the next room.

(End of this chapter)