Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 76 076 Is that Fang Minghua him? Is he that Fang Minghua? !

After coming out of the magazine building, Fang Minghua happily rushed to the Writers Association next door, found Lu Yao and told him the news.

Lu Yao was also very happy, and after expressing congratulations, he said: "Xiao Fang, my novel "In Difficult Days" has also been adopted by "Contemporary"!"

"Huh? Then we both have to treat each other?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Of course, the rules cannot be broken."

"Well, Brother Lu, you are the eldest brother, please go first."

"Okay, I'll call Pingwa and Zhongshi now!"

So, Fang Minghua didn't go home in the evening, and several people went to the "May Day Hotel" for another drink.

As for Fang Minghua's treat, it will be on Saturday next week.

Of course, it's not just Fang Minghua and Lu Yao. Chen Zhongshi published several short stories "Canner", "Land-Mother" and "Feng Er Laohan" in "Qin Province Daily" in one breath, and Jia Pingwa published a collection of essays "Moon Trails" 》.
  These are all served next to each other.

Haha, I drink wine every week!

In the evening, Fang Minghua returned to his dormitory drunkenly, washed briefly and fell asleep.

I have to take a correspondence course tomorrow.

Fang Minghua rode his bicycle to Western University early in the morning, taking his sister with him.

"Little sister, are you not going to the English Corner?"

Fang Minghua asked while riding.

"I'm not going. I'm practicing speaking with Li Li now. She said I'm improving very quickly!" Fang Mingli began to simulate a conversation as she spoke.

ames, what is your favorite season?
  James, what is your favorite season?
  James: My favorite season is spring.
  My favorite is spring.

why
  why?
  James: Because it's not so cold but it's not so hot that I'm sweating on the train. I can go to the beach. I can relax with my friends outside. It's very nice.
  Because the weather in spring is neither very cold nor very hot, it is just right to participate in training. I can also go to the beach and hang out with my friends. Good weather.

Fang Minghua listened carefully while pedaling.

The pronunciation is much more accurate than before.

Just this accent?
  This reminded Fang Minghua of a sketch performed by Zhao Lirong that he had seen before traveling through time.

A true London accent?
  No, Guan Zhongyin?
  But it’s worth encouraging!

The brother and sister arrived at school chatting and laughing. Fang Mingli was going to class, while Fang Minghua rode straight to the teaching building. They parked the car in the carport and were about to go up, but they found Li Li, wearing a red sweater, also hurried upstairs with a schoolbag on her back.

"Good morning! Fang Minghua!" Li Li also saw him, with a smile on her face.

"Morning! Are you going to class too?" Fang Minghua asked.

The girl replied. "You don't know?"

"what do you know?"

"Your correspondence class specially invited Teacher Jia Pingwa to give you a lecture, mainly about writing skills. I want to hear it too,"

is it?

Why didn't you hear Brother Jia mention this when you were drinking last night?

It seems that he patted his shoulder and said something in the middle, saying that he wanted to come to Western University, but I was a little drunk at the time and I can’t remember the specific content.

Seeing the girl looking at him, Fang Minghua explained: "I took leave last week and went to Yanjing on a business trip, so I don't know much about it.

"Really? Are you going to train again? Your unit is really tight on security work!"

"Yes."

Fang Minghua held back his laughter and the two of them went upstairs together.

Since today's public lecture was arranged in the lecture theater on the second floor, when Fang Minghua entered, it was dark and a large group of people were already sitting there. Normally, Fang Minghua would sit in the back row with Zhao Hongjun, but today with Li Li, the girl was very You have to pull him to sit in the front row and tell him that he can see clearly from a distance. “Teacher Jia is an alumnus of our Western University and often comes to give lectures at Western University. He speaks in a humorous manner and I like to listen to him very much.”

said the girl.

He is quite funny and humorous, but he always likes to tell dirty jokes at the wine table - how about writing "The Wasted City" and omitting the word XX?
  Last night I told a dirty joke at the wine table.

Of course, you can't say this in front of the pure girl in front of you. You must maintain the image of Brother Jia.

Ok.

Fang Minghua followed Li Li and sat in the first row. If there was no good seat, he sat on the side near the door.

After a while, Jia Pingwa walked in with a briefcase in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The classroom immediately burst into warm applause.

Li Li clapped her hands excitedly, and quickly took out a small notebook from her schoolbag to record it carefully.

Besides, Jia Pingwa stepped onto the podium, took two puffs of her cigarette, and put out the cigarette with some reluctance. She looked around the classroom again and saw Fang Minghua sitting in the front row, with a smile on her face.

"Students, when the school invited me to give this writing class to your correspondence class, I was actually very reluctant."

Jia Pingwa's words immediately caused a murmur in the classroom.

Why not?

The airs are so big, or is it because we are not official Western University students?
  Jia Pingwa continued calmly: "Do you think I'm too arrogant? Actually, no, I think it's just unnecessary. There are writers among you who can teach you, so why let me come?"

Inside us?

The students below started talking again after hearing this. Li Li was also confused and couldn't help but ask Fang Minghua next to her in a low voice:

"Hey, Fang Minghua, who is he talking about?"

This one
  Fang Minghua was thinking about how to answer, and then he heard Jia Pingwa on the podium shout: "Xiao Fang, I think you are the most suitable person to teach this class. You just published the article "The Sun Also Rises". From the perspective of writing skills alone, Speaking of which, I think it’s simply top-notch.”

"Brother Jia, you're too grateful. That novel was just an attempt, and my skills cannot be compared with Marcel Proust." Fang Minghua stood up and said very modestly.

"Xiao Fang, I carefully recalled the novel you wrote. The more I think about it, the more clever it becomes. The four stories may seem loose, but they are actually interlocking. Stream of consciousness, real stream of consciousness."

There was silence in the classroom.

Shock
  doubt.

It's more of a fog.

What are they talking about?
  I understand the meaning of every word, but why can’t I understand it when they are connected together?

"Brother Jia, stop talking, don't delay your class." Fang Minghua finally said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm going to start talking. What I said is wrong. Save your face and don't say it to my face. Go down and talk about it." Jia Pingwa made a joke, then she said with a straight face:

"Students, the topic I'm talking about today is "How to Write a Good Prose." A famous writer said: "Prose is the most basic writing, and it is also the most open and creative writing. Prose has no boundaries, you can write whatever you want, but prose is not a light cavalry, but a kind of difficult writing... Today I will start with the most basic writing techniques. "

Jia Pingwa was talking eloquently on the stage, and Fang Minghua also sat down and prepared to listen. When he turned around, he found that Li Li was looking at him blankly, so he urged in a low voice:

"Why are you dazed? Hurry up and listen to the class! Brother Jia is great at writing prose!"

"Oh, oh" Li Li seemed to be waking up from a dream. She picked up her pen and looked like she was listening to the lecture seriously.

But my mind was like an ocean.

what?
  Is he Minghua? !

Is that Fang Minghua him?

Is he that Fang Minghua? !
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