Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 665: We are not the same kind of people and cannot play together.

Fang Minghua smiled and said, "The guest should follow the host's wishes."

"Okay, I'll call them one by one."

Just as Hai Yan was about to pick up the mobile phone, Fang Minghua suddenly said, "Hai Yan, do you know Jiang Wen? She graduated from the Central Academy of Drama."

"How can I not know him? He lives in the compound at No. 5 Neiwubu Street. His film, "Sunny Days," was shortlisted for this year's Venice International Film Festival. I heard he will be going to Venice to attend the awards ceremony."

"Yes, that's him."

"Call him? Okay! I'll call him."

Soon, Hai Yan picked up his mobile phone and started calling people one by one. The last person he called was Wang Shuo.

At this time, Wang Shuo had divorced Shen Xujia and was together with Xu Jinglei, living in an upscale community at the west gate of Chaoyang Park.

"Wang Shuo, it's Brother Hai Yan calling." Xu Jinglei, wearing a cool halter dress, picked up the mobile phone and handed it to Wang Shuo, who was sitting with his legs crossed and reading a newspaper.

Wang Shuo put down the newspaper and took the mobile phone.

"it's me."

"What?!" Wang Shuo suddenly sat up straight.

"Oh, Haiyan, please wait a moment. I have something urgent here. I will call you back later." Without waiting for the other party to answer, he hung up the phone, put the mobile phone on the coffee table, lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought.

"Wang Shuo, what's wrong?" Seeing her boyfriend's expression, Xu Jinglei felt a little strange and couldn't help asking.

"Hai Yan just called and said that Fang Minghua will stay at his Kunlun Hotel when she comes to Yanjing. He plans to invite Fang Minghua in the evening and asked me to go over to keep her company." Wang Shuo said slowly.

"Fang Minghua? Is that the writer Minghua?"

"Besides him, is there any other Fang Minghua who can get Hai Yan to treat him and bring a bunch of people along?"

"Okay, let's go. Minghua is talented and handsome. I haven't met him in person yet. Can you take me with you in the evening?" Xu Jinglei said.

Looking at his girlfriend's excited expression, Wang Shuo said, "I haven't decided whether to go or not."

"What's there to consider? It's all about eating and playing."

Wang Shuo did not answer.

Smart Xu Jinglei saw him like this and immediately thought of something. She rolled her eyes and said:
"Wang Shuo, now people in the literary and art circles say that the younger generation has two circles, the Beijing circle and the Northwest circle. In the Beijing circle, Wang Shuo, you can write articles with your pen, like Lu Xun in history. In the film and television circle, you can call the wind and rain, and no one can beat you. Except for Fang Minghua who belongs to the Northwest circle?"

The corners of Wang Shuo's mouth twitched.

This is true.

He has won many domestic and international literary awards and has been recognized by the mainstream literary circles. The novels he has written are both best-selling and of good literary quality.

In the film and television industry, Fang Minghua wrote scripts one after another. More importantly, he actually controlled Shengshi Film and Television, and his own Seahorse Studio was simply not up to par.

Although he never said it on the surface, he had to admit in his heart that he was inferior to Fang Minghua.

Seeing Wang Shuo like this, Xu Jinglei thought of something and hugged his shoulders affectionately and said, "Wang Shuo, I don't think there is much conflict between you and Fang Minghua, right? Fang Minghua doesn't seem to have much hostility towards you either. You see, many people in the literary world wrote so many articles against you some time ago, but Fang Minghua and the entire Northwest circle were silent and no one got involved."

This is true.

Some time ago, Wang Shuo had a hard time. During the "Humanistic Spirit Discussion", many people criticized him, but the Northwest circle, which was secretly fighting with them, did not take the opportunity to attack him.

Even Jia Pingwa, who was criticized the most for his work Wasted City, remained silent. If the Northwest Circle, especially Fang Minghua, jumped up, his pen and influence in the literary and art circles would be enough to make him suffer.

This made him feel a little lucky.

But how could he, who had always been so arrogant, admit in front of his girlfriend whether Fang Minghua had let him go intentionally or unintentionally?

So he said, "Why would Fang Minghua scold me? Didn't you see that the group of people criticized me and Zhang Yimou together? Isn't scolding me also scolding Zhang Yimou? Is he willing to do that?!"

"Wang Shuo, with Fang Minghua's intelligence, how could he not pick Zhang Yimou out of this? After all, Zhang Yimou only made one movie, and it even won a major foreign award! It's officially recognized! Just scold him a few times, you are the focus!"

Wang Shuo's expression changed. His girlfriend has always been very smart, and he had to admit that her analysis was correct.

Seeing Wang Shuo like this, she smiled and kissed him on the face: "From another perspective, you and Zhang Yimou were criticized by that group of people at the same time, which means that you are in the same trench with them. You should be united against the common enemy! Today is an opportunity! Take advantage of Hai Yan's treat, have a few drinks with Fang Minghua, and any misunderstandings between you will disappear."

How can it be that simple?
Wang Shuo smiled bitterly.

In fact, I already knew in my heart that the conflict between me and Fang Minghua was not because you were in this circle and I was in that circle, but because of different personalities, philosophies on doing things and attitudes towards literature.

In a word: If you are not of the same kind, you can’t play together.

But when Wang Shuo saw that his girlfriend was so enthusiastic about this matter, he nodded in agreement.

Besides, we have to give Hai Yan face.

"I'll call Brother Hai Yan for you." Xu Jinglei picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table attentively, dialed a few numbers and handed it to Wang Shuo.

"Hai Yan, I'm Wang Shuo. I just left to attend to some urgent matters. You said Minghua has come to Yanjing? He's staying at your hotel? Okay, I'll come over in the evening. I haven't seen him for a long time. Let's have a drink together."

"Well, you can also ask Feng Xiaogang to come along."

"Okay, I'll call him."

After saying this, Wang Shuo put down his cell phone.

"Six thirty in the evening, room 666 of Jinyuan Restaurant."

"Okay!" Xu Jinglei jumped up.

"Wang Shuo, what do you think would look good on me?" Xu Jinglei said to the mirror.

"You look good in any clothes." Wang Shuo looked at his girlfriend with a doting face.

At 666: in the evening, private room of the Kunlun Hotel's Jinyuan Restaurant was bustling with activity. Hai Yan, Liu Zhenyun, Ma Weidu, Ge You, Zhao Baogang, Feng Xiaogang, and Jiang Wen were all upstarts in the Yanjing city's literary and art circles, and their legends were already known in the world.

Fang Minghua was arranged to sit in the upper seat, with Hai Yan, the host, sitting on his left, and two seats on the right were empty.

After a few minutes, the waiter led two people in.

Walking in front was Wang Shuo, dressed casually in a round-necked shirt, wide shorts, and flip-flops that were popular among Yanjing men in summer.

But the girl following behind was dressed very fashionably, in a red short-sleeved T-shirt, a blue denim skirt with suspenders, had long hair and light makeup.

Xu Jinglei.

Fang Minghua took a look and found that Xu Jinglei's face was not particularly pretty and her facial features were ordinary, but when put together they looked pleasing to the eye.

She is calm, reserved, confident, and nonchalant, yet has an unconcealable arrogance. No wonder a group of men, including Wang Shuo, go crazy for her.

(End of this chapter)