Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 584 The novel written ten years ago and now was written by the same group of people.

The film tells the story of Li Li, a textile worker, who works in a textile factory on the verge of bankruptcy and lives a repetitive and peaceful life. Work and taking care of her husband and children have become almost all of her life. Suddenly one day, Li Li is diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the rest of her life becomes precious. Li Li decides to go to BJ to find her first love, Zhao Luhan, to resolve her last knot in her heart.

The filming location was at the No. 4 National Cotton Mill in Xijing!
In the huge textile factory, textile machines were dancing mechanically; on the empty podium, the choir sang old Soviet songs over and over again accompanied by the sound of the organ;

In the steaming public bathhouse, the no longer young textile workers were naked, their aging bodies could not take away their still joyful hearts...

It is such a group that, in the rolling wheel of the times, still stands in a posture of rejection, stubbornly and habitually operating old machines, following the old system, and living in an outdated situation.

Until one day the building began to collapse.
Yu Nan also contributed several restricted shots for this purpose.

How about writing one too?
Fang Minghua drove back to his yard, went upstairs to make a cup of tea, turned on the computer and started thinking about this matter.

The story is not complicated, but the director "writes" the tragic fate of an ordinary woman in an ordinary family vividly on paper, and the key is that it is natural, appropriate and without any embellishment.

The two bathhouse scenes can be said to be the most vivid segments in the entire film, and because of this, it almost failed to pass the review.

In the 90s, bathhouses and dance halls were considered magical places. Once you entered these two places, you would feel like you were in a Ukiyo-e painting.

Fang Minghua also has this experience, especially in dance halls, where all kinds of life are expressed vividly.

The movie devotes the most bizarre scene to the dance hall.

In order to make a living, husbands ride their bicycles to take their wives to dance halls to earn money, chatting and laughing along the way.

When they arrived at the place, the husbands smoked and waited outside while the women danced inside to earn money.

When they heard a fight had broken out inside, they dropped their cigarettes and rushed in.

It turns out that beneath the peaceful appearance, a man's dignity has been completely defeated by his difficult life.

Not only do you have to swallow your anger, but you also have to send your woman into the arms of a strange man with your own hands.

And this is the original appearance of life after being stripped away.

Fang Minghua drank tea quietly and conceived a novel.

Movies are different from novels. Movies require huge visual impact. For example, Abao’s thrilling business battle in the TV series "Fanhua" does not exist at all in the original novel.

As for the dancing scene in this movie, Fang Minghua plans to make some minor changes to it, just the protagonist and her husband's family. The novel does not need such a strong impact, and what it needs most is a glimmer of hope hidden in the helplessness.

Also, the name Li Li is not very good, let’s change it.

Fang Minghua spent the whole morning thinking about it. At noon, he made some food at home, ate it, took a nap, and then went back to his study to write.

In such a huge factory with thousands of machines, Zhang Li, who was still angry about having her salary deducted, was able to get to her position accurately.

In this workshop that roars all day long, memory has long become an instinct.

Stuffing cotton balls in ears and constantly fiddling with the cotton yarn on the machine is Zhang Li's daily routine.

In addition, she would avoid the factory and secretly eat a bite or two. During lunch break, she would lean against the wall with her co-workers to smoke a few puffs and complain.
Fang Minghua only planned to write a short story, just like the one she wrote ten years ago, "Red Skirts Are Popular on the Street."

Fang Minghua was typing frantically the entire afternoon.

There was a gentle breeze outside, the sun was not too hot, and the courtyard was quiet. The sound of typing could be heard coming from the study on the second floor.

Until Song Tangtang came back.

Song Tangtang parked the car and entered the living room, only to find it was surprisingly quiet.

Huh?
Where is my husband?
If there were no social engagements at night, Fang Minghua would prepare dinner and wait for Song Tangtang to come home for dinner. Except for the weekend, the only time the couple would eat together was at night. Did he have social engagements?

Should I make a phone call?
Years ago, Song Tangtang also bought a mobile phone for work, so it is very convenient to contact her.

The German Shepherd dog Xiao Dou Miao following behind her seemed to understand what the hostess was thinking. He immediately barked twice and ran upstairs.

Song Tangtang followed behind.

Sure enough, Xiao Dou Miao went up to the second floor and stood at the door of Fang Minghua's study. He barked twice, which meant, "He's here."

Song Tangtang touched Xiao Doumiao's dog's head affectionately as a reward, then gently pushed the door open and went in. As expected, she saw Fang Minghua concentrating on writing on the screen.

She didn't want to disturb them, and was just about to close the door and leave quietly, but Fang Minghua felt something and turned around to see Song Tangtang standing at the door.

"Are you off work? Oh, I haven't cooked yet." Fang Minghua remembered something.

"It's okay, just write it and I'll do it." Song Tangtang said gently, and then asked curiously: "What are you writing?"

After saying that, he walked over.

"The Weaving Girl"!
Song Tangtang looked at the title of the novel and asked, "You want to write about textile workers?"

"Yes, a writer's job is to write down what he sees and hears so that more people can know about it," Fang Minghua said calmly.

The novel is not long, about 8,000 words. After Fang Minghua finished writing it, he revised it repeatedly for two days. After printing it out, Fang Minghua drove to Yanhe magazine at noon on the third day.

The car was parked in the yard, and Fang Minghua just went upstairs and saw Zhang Yanqian.

"Congratulations, Yan Qian." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

It turned out that Zhang Yanqian had been promoted to deputy editor-in-chief of the magazine and head of the fiction group. Last year, she worked in the jury office, read a large number of excellent entries, and participated in the preliminary review meeting of the reading class, listening to the comments of the participants on the works. This greatly improved her appreciation ability as an editor.

Therefore, he was promoted to deputy editor-in-chief by Bai Miao not long ago.

Hearing Fang Minghua's congratulations, Zhang Yanqian felt a little embarrassed: "Teacher Fang, this is all thanks to your careful guidance."

Fang Minghua laughed: "I'm not that capable."

"Teacher Fang, are you looking for Editor-in-Chief Bai? He's in the office." Zhang Yanqian said.

"Oh, you are the deputy editor-in-chief now. According to the regulations, I will give the submission to you." Fang Minghua said as he handed her a stack of manuscripts in his briefcase.

"Teacher Fang, did you write this? Okay, I will take a careful look at it." Zhang Yanqian happily took the manuscript.

After handing the manuscript to Zhang Yanqian, Fang Minghua had nothing to do, but since he was here, he planned to sit in Bai Miao's office.

Bai Miao was reading a manuscript. When he saw Fang Minghua knocking on the door and coming in, he stood up and greeted her with a smile: "Sit down, sit down. What brings you here?"

"I wrote a short story and just gave it to Yan Qian." Fang Minghua went straight to the point.

"Oh? Minghua, you started writing novels again? What's it about?" Bai Miao asked while pouring tea.

"It's about the women textile workers, so the name of the story is 'The Textile Girls'," Fang Minghua briefly recounted the outline of the story.

Bai Miao was silent for a moment before saying, "Minghua, this reminds me of the "Red Skirts Are Popular on the Street" you wrote 10 years ago. Actually, think about it, it's about the same group of people."

(End of this chapter)