Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 83 083 Going to Lanzhou (please vote for readers and collectors)
  The era Wu Tianmin was talking about has passed. Even if there were some twists and turns along the way, it was not without serious consequences.

The 1980s was the golden age of literature.

But as far as this novel is concerned, it is a bit cowardly to be criticized by others for not saying a word.

Write an article to defend yourself? I say this is a stream of consciousness novel, and it’s not the author’s fault that I can’t understand it, it’s the reader’s fault.

Is this interesting?

That's your own fault.

Moreover, the review of "The Sun Rises" written by Wang Meng is already very powerful. It is not just a simple praise of Fang Minghua, but more importantly, it is an analysis based on the novel, and it is very convincing.

Fang Minghua admired him very much.

You must find another way.

Got it!

Fang Minghua suddenly remembered how he discussed stream-of-consciousness novels with the foreigner Professor Mi Ruizhe in Xingqing Park on New Year's Day this year, and how he quarreled with Zheng Quan in the Botanical Garden, and he suddenly had an idea.

The biggest problem now is that the writing method of stream of consciousness is relatively new. Many people have never heard of it and have an instinctive resistance to it.

Moreover, the stream of consciousness writing method itself is somewhat obscure and difficult for readers to accept quickly.

So, first popularize the stream of consciousness?
  Quoting from classics, discussing the past and present, trying to explain the past and present life of the stream of consciousness as well as its characteristics and writing techniques as clearly as possible, so as to allow readers to better understand the novel I wrote.

that is it,
  Will start writing tomorrow!
  Fang Minghua got up early in the morning, washed up and had breakfast, then hurried back to his residence, sat on the kang and started writing.

For two whole days, from day to night, Fang Minghua lay on the kang and wrote furiously.

This made Zhu Lin a little curious. When he came back from filming in the evening, he took off his makeup and knocked on Fang Minghua's room.

"Xiao Fang, haven't you finished writing? I heard Director Wu say why are you still writing?"

"I'm not writing a novel, but writing a popular science article." Fang Minghua smiled and handed the finished manuscript to her.

Zhu Lin looked at it carefully, but shook his head and looked a little sad.

"I haven't gone to college, I haven't read many books, and I can't understand many places, but I think your writing is very good!"

"Sister Zhu Lin, you don't need to belittle yourself, I just graduated from junior high school." Fang Minghua comforted him with a smile, and then said: "But as far as this article is concerned, to be honest, this is not enough."

It’s not that Fang Minghua is being modest, but it’s just that I wrote it for two days, and looking back now, I really can’t do it.

This is not a novel, but an article with a popular science nature, and the examples that must be quoted are true and detailed.

This is to be published in newspapers and magazines, even after passing the editorial level, and to face thousands of readers!
  The big guys in the criticism field will stare at what you write like an awl, so how can you do it without some real material?
  It's a pity that I don't have the information at hand.

Fang Minghua misses the era of Du Niang very much.

However, in Zhu Lin's eyes, Fang Minghua's current attitude was a kind of humility.

"Xiao Fang, I really admire you. You are young, talented, and so humble. If I were a few years younger and not married, I would want to pursue you."

Zhu Lin actually started joking.

what!
  Then shouldn't I be blamed? It would have been better if I had time traveled a few years earlier.

Of course Fang Minghua couldn't say it, he just said that I was flattered by what you said.

Of course, this kind of joke is enough.

When Wu Tianmin came back in the evening, Fang Minghua talked about the difficulties he had encountered in the past two days, and Wu Tianmin asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to go to Lanzhou and go to the Lanzhou University Library to check some information." Fang Minghua said his plan.

"Go." Wu Tianmin agreed happily: This matter is also a big deal! "

"Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? I made you stay in this remote mountainous area for more than two months. Don't you hate me in your heart?" Wu Tianmin said with a smile.

"How could it be? I came here to meet a bunch of outstanding actors, like Zhu Lin, Li Baotian, and Director Wu, and I saw your film-making skills." "Haha, Xiaofang, you are really good at talking, I look forward to it We have another chance to work together.”

"There must be, we are a township party!"

After dinner early the next morning, Fang Minghua packed up and left Lijiacun for Lanzhou. The film crew knew about this and came to say goodbye.

Zhu Lin also sent him to the village, "Goodbye! Pay attention to safety on the road!"

"Goodbye"

Fang Minghua got on the donkey cart and slowly left the village. The sun was shining brightly outside.

Fang Minghua took a donkey cart and rushed to the county seat, then took a minibus to Wuwei, changed to a train and headed east, and finally arrived at Lanzhou, the capital of Gan Province, in the evening.

Fang Minghua bought a map of Lanzhou at the station, took the bus and went straight to Lanzhou University, and finally found a guest house in a state-owned factory on Tianshui South Road to stay.

When I went out to stay in a hotel in the 1980s, I first recommended guest houses in large factories. The environment was good, safe, and the prices were affordable.

Fang Minghua took his unit work permit and a letter of introduction from the crew and moved in smoothly. There was also a place to take a shower.

I took a cold shower and went out to eat a bowl of ramen. I went to bed early because I was going to Lanzhou University early tomorrow morning.

Standing at the gate of Lanzhou University in the morning, Fang Minghua looked at it for a while.

The school gate is very ordinary, with almost no features, but the four large characters "Lanzhou University" with flying phoenixes on the doorpost are eye-catching.

Written by a great man himself.

It is said that there are not many great people who have given names to domestic universities, such as Tsinghua, Peking University, Nankai University and Fudan University. It is also true that Lanzhou University can be included in them.

Although Lanzhou University has gradually declined after the millennium, mainly because it is located in the remote northwest, it is still very prosperous in the early 1980s.

Fang Minghua followed the students into the gate with his schoolbag on his back, inquired about the location of the Chinese Department, and went straight to the teaching building where he met Ke Yang, a sixty-year-old man from the Chinese Department of Lanzhou University.

Fang Minghua didn't know Ke Yang, and of course he didn't know that the gray-haired professor in front of him was not only the head of the Chinese Department, but also a well-known folklore research expert in the country, with deep research on the local folk song "Hua'er".

He got straight to the point and took out his work permit and said that he was from Minqin and was filming with the Western Film crew. Now he asked Director Ke for help. He could get the borrowing rights from the school library and wanted to write an article about literary theory. Articles on this topic need to be consulted.

"Oh, it turns out it's Comrade Xiao Fang." Ke Yang laughed when he heard it: "Your recent novel "The Sun Also Rises" is very popular in the literary world."

"Director Ke, have you read this novel?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"Although our place in Lanzhou is relatively remote, we are also very concerned about the trends in the domestic literary world. Is your request okay? I'll give Director Liu a call now."

"thanks, thanks."

Fang Minghua expressed his gratitude repeatedly and prepared to go out.

"Xiao Fang, are you going to write a theoretical article on stream of consciousness?" Ke Yang said suddenly.

Ok?
  Fang Minghua turned around and looked at him. He didn't say this specifically.

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　　PS, today the editor told me that pk Sanjiang failed.

　　Hey, it’s so busy now, and I still can’t catch up on 2000+ readings.

　　However, the editor told me that there will be another chance next week, and he is planning to apply for me once. Of course, it will also depend on my post-study results.

　　It was originally planned to be put on the shelves tomorrow, but it will not be put up for now. Readers can read it for free for a few days.

　　Please don’t keep reading, and try to read it every day. Maybe there are not enough words in a chapter, or a certain plot is not exciting enough, but if you bring it up, I will seriously consider it.

　　One more sentence, keep reading!
  　　Especially Monday and Tuesday.

　　If it can go to Sanjiang, then it can be extended to the shelves, otherwise it will be on the shelves next week
  　　But no matter what, I will write it down seriously.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)