Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 606 605 But this is reality, even more cruel than fiction

Li Li followed Fang Minghua up to the second floor and came to his study. She sat at the desk next to his computer and switched to the document homepage.

"Hello! Mr. Tree? Brother-in-law, your novel's name is so strange. Is it a comedy novel?"

"I guess so. Do you want coffee or tea? I'll make some for you." Fang Minghua asked.

"No, brother-in-law, go and do your thing."

"Okay, I'll go down and look after the two kids to prevent them from making a big fuss." Fang Minghua said.

"Ok."

Fang Minghua turned around and left the study and returned to the living room on the first floor. She watched TV with them for a while, and then the children pestered her to tell stories and play games until the two children were satisfied.

Li Li hadn't come down yet. Fang Minghua looked at the wall clock and saw that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, so she prepared to cook.

The two children are back home now, and I can't make do with just a pack of instant noodles like I do by myself, not to mention that Li Li is still here.

I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There were meat and vegetables inside, but the meat was still in the freezer and hadn't been thawed.

But it doesn’t matter. Last year, when Song Tangtang came back from the United States, she bought a microwave oven made by Siemens in Germany at a foreign exchange store, and it has a good thawing effect.

Fang Minghua put a piece of pork into a plate and put it in the microwave to thaw, then washed the rice, cooked the food, washed the vegetables, and started to get busy in the kitchen.

After a while, the kitchen door was pushed open and Li Li walked in. Fang Minghua noticed that her eyes were a little red.

"finish watching?"

"Well, brother-in-law, you lied to me! It's not a comedy at all, it's a tragedy from beginning to end!" said Li Li.

"Haha." Fang Minghua laughed, but he didn't stop. He put the washed celery on the chopping board and prepared to pick up the kitchen knife to cut it. He said, "It depends on personal understanding. Of course, your understanding is not bad."

"Brother-in-law, let me cut it." The girl took the initiative to say.

“Can you cut vegetables?”

"Yes, I often cook for myself in the United States, making our Chinese food. Demi even praised me." Li Li said as she washed her hands and picked up the kitchen knife.

Fang Minghua couldn't help but recall the bowl of oil-splashed noodles that Li Li made for him when she came to visit their home a few years ago.

The noodles are pulled so thick.

Fang Minghua will never forget this meal of oil-splashed noodles.

But today, Li Li's performance was a little beyond Fang Minghua's expectations.

The action of cutting vegetables is very familiar.
Apparently, he has practiced it in the United States.

The girl was helping to cut vegetables, and Fang Minghua was not idle either. He washed the thawed pork, picked up a handful and cut it into shreds, then fry it with a little oil. The two of them started busying themselves in the kitchen.

Of course, we can’t forget to talk about literature.

"Brother-in-law, I found that you now like to write stories about little people in real life." Li Li said.

"Ok?"

"After I came back, I read Yanhe and saw your article "The Weaving Girl" and this one "Hello! Mr. Tree". One is about the city and the other is about the countryside. They are all small people in real life. Their joys and sorrows, happiness and anger, and their fates are really sympathetic."

"Because, in reality, most of the people are small-time people. If not them, who else can we write about? Some writers like to write about history and the past, but I now think that writing about the present is more realistic."

"But what you write is so sad and miserable. I think some people will be unhappy after reading it."

Fang Minghua laughed when he heard this: "But this is reality. It's even crueler than fiction. You can't always whitewash it, can you?"

"Well, brother-in-law, I admire you more and more. You are really like Mark Twain in the United States."

"No, no, I heard that Mark Twain was a failed investor. I don't want to be like him." Fang Minghua started joking when he heard it.

This sentence made Li Li laugh. Mark Twain was indeed a great writer, but he was a very unsuccessful investor. He invested all the money he earned from writing novels, and ended up losing everything and owing a lot of debt.

"Brother-in-law, it's not like Mark Twain, it's like Marquez! You used the magical realism writing technique to perfection in this novel, and I also saw the shadow of Mr. K in Kafka's "The Castle". Brother-in-law, you are really amazing!"

"Okay, okay, stop praising me. I won't be able to find my way if you continue to praise me." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Brother-in-law, please finish writing quickly. I will translate it into English for you right away, including your article "The Textile Girl"!" Li Li said.

"Row."

The two then talked about Li Li's life in San Francisco and the translation of novels by a group of like-minded people.

Fang Minghua found that she was relatively happy living in the United States.

I wanted to ask her about her and her husband, but when I thought about her husband being gay, what was there to ask? It would only upset the girl.

They had dinner together at home in the evening, and then Li Li played with the two children for a while before saying goodbye and going home.

Ruirui was unwilling and asked Lili to sleep with her at night.

There was no problem sleeping with the girl, but her cousin Song Tangtang was not at home, and if word got out that she spent the night there, it would inevitably cause gossip, so Li Li refused with a smile.

The little girl was a little unhappy.

Fang Minghua had no choice but to coax her and say that he would take her and her brother to the zoo tomorrow. The little girl was happy then, but she made another request:

"I want my aunt to go with us to see the giant pandas!"

"Okay, aunt will come together tomorrow." Li Li said.

The little girl was happy then.

The next morning at around eight o'clock, Li Li arrived at Fang Minghua's yard on time. Fang Minghua drove to the zoo with her two children and Li Li. They played there for most of the day before returning. After Li Li returned home, Fang Minghua sent the two children to his parents-in-law and returned to continue his writing.

Two days later, my daughter-in-law Song Tangtang finally returned from Shandong Province.

A short separation is better than a new marriage, and the intimacy between the couple needs no elaboration. After a burst of passion, the two lay on the bed, and Fang Minghua talked about some of his experiences at home.

"Lili is back? I'll go visit her tomorrow." Song Tangtang was very happy to hear that and said immediately.

"Hey, aren't you going to visit the two kids? They really miss their mom."

"It's simple. I'll drive to my parents' house tomorrow to pick up the two kids, and then go to my second aunt's house together." Song Tangtang said this and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"No, my second aunt is looking forward to having a grandchild every day, but Lili is in such a bad condition now, if I take the two kids with me, it will only irritate my second aunt."

"Okay, you go see Lili, and I will go to your parents' house tomorrow to pick up the two kids." Fang Minghua said.

"Forget it, let's go see Lili the day after tomorrow. I'll go pick up the kids tomorrow, and I also need to visit my parents."

"also."

"Minghua, what do you think we should do with Lili's current situation? When I went to the United States last year, Lili told me that she really likes children. If she doesn't want one now, it will be difficult for her to have one in a few years when she is older."

Song Tangtang thought about her cousin and started to worry again.

"It's simple. Just divorce that gay and find a new man to marry and have kids. With Lili's looks and status, how could she not find one?" Fang Minghua asked back.

"But that depends on whether Lili likes it." Song Tangtang sighed softly.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Song Tangtang glanced at Fang Minghua and said nothing more.

They got up, took a shower, and put on their clothes. Song Tangtang wanted to read the novel written by Fang Minghua again, and Fang Minghua agreed.

(End of this chapter)