Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 87 087 Dong Mo’s Regret (please collect the votes for reading)
  Fang Minghua returned to Minqin at noon the next day. Before leaving, he wrote two letters and sent them in the morning.

One letter was sent to Wang Meng in Yanjing, detailing the controversy his article had caused and his worries and doubts. At the same time, he also sent the manuscript he had written and told him that it had been submitted to "Shuofang" magazine.

The other letter was addressed to Song Tangtang.

In the letter, Fang Minghua first expressed his gratitude to the girl, then detailed what he had experienced during this period, and finally asked: "When will you return to Xijing?"

Fang Minghua stayed in Minqin for a few more days.

Once the manuscript was handed over to Zhang Xianliang, he stopped worrying about it. In addition to assisting Wu Tianmin in adjusting the plot in some areas, he spent most of his time revising "The Donkey Gets Water".

This time even Li Baotian was very interested and came over to read the manuscript.

Compared with Zhu Lin, who reads novels to watch the excitement, Li Baotian has a deeper understanding of novels, is older, has spent more than ten years in the art troupe, and also studied as a drama director for three years.

He read it for a while and said: "Xiao Fang, your novel can be classified as black absurd humor, but it seems to be a comedy shell but actually has a tragic core."

Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.

"This novel of yours is most suitable to be adapted into a drama. It will definitely be great when performed!" Li Baotian added.

Sure enough, I understand.

Before time travel, this movie was first introduced as a drama before it was released!

"Xiao Fang, if someone wants to put this novel on the stage of a drama, would you be willing?" Li Baotian asked again.

"If there is a suitable one, of course." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Isn't that "Youth" adapted into a drama?
  On June 6, the film was finally completed. Everyone left Lijiacun and ran all the way to Wuwei, and then each took the train back to their units.

Zhu Lin was a little reluctant to leave, so Fang Minghua sent her to the bus stop. Before getting on the bus, Fang Minghua said: "Xiao Fang, I learned a lot from you. If you have time to come to Chengdu, I'll treat you to hot pot." !”

The hot pot in Sichuan Province is one of the best.

"Okay, I will definitely go when I have time. If you come to Xijing on a business trip, don't forget to give me a call and I'll treat you to steamed buns." Fang Minghua said.

"Hey Xiaofang, I wonder when we can work together again." Zhu Lin sighed.

Fang Minghua understood what she meant.

He suddenly remembered the movie "Youth", his heart moved, and he lowered his voice and said, "If someone wants to film the movie "Youth" I wrote, would you be willing to play a female soldier, Sui Zi, or Miao Miao?"

"Yes, of course I do!" Zhu Lin said quickly: "Which director wants to film it?"

"Haha, I'm just saying that if, if no one takes the photo, don't blame me."

"How could it be possible? And I think someone must have filmed it! Your novel is so well written." Zhu Lin said.

"Then I have to thank Sister Zhu Lin for your good wishes. I wish you a safe journey!"

"goodbye!"

Fang Minghua watched her get on the bus.

If Zhu Lin, a great beauty, is allowed to play the role in "Youth", it will be a pleasure to watch her dance, not to mention her acting skills.

Of course, it depends on the opportunity.

On the evening of the 22nd, Fang Minghua finally returned to Xijing. He rode to work the next day.

I haven’t been to work for more than two months. I greeted an acquaintance on the street and found a middle-aged man riding a bicycle in front of me. It was Dong Mo.

He hurriedly rode his bicycle to catch up and greeted, "Editor-in-Chief Dong, good morning!"

"Is it Xiaofang? Are you back?" Dong Mo slowed down the car.

"Just got back last night."

The two of them were riding side by side and chatting.

"Xiao Fang, you have been in Gansu Province for more than two months. I'm afraid you don't know that the novel you published some time ago is now very controversial, right?" Dong Mo asked.

"I know, a friend of mine wrote to me and told me." Fang Minghua didn't hide anything, and simply told what happened in Gan Province in the past few days.

"Written an article about stream of consciousness? It's a good idea to popularize it with everyone, so as not to be like the Misty Poems, which were controversial when they first came out."

"I have the same idea, just treat it as an academic discussion." "That's a good idea! It's within the academic scope! Don't go online!" Dong Mo praised, and then asked: "You voted for Zhang Xianliang's "Shuofang"?"

"Yes, I met Editor Zhang by chance at Lanzhou University. He was a very generous person. He asked me to join their magazine, so I agreed. Editor Dong, do you know Editor Zhang?" Fang Minghua asked.

"We know each other. Not only do we know each other, but we are also familiar with each other!" Dong Mo chuckled, and suddenly sighed: "Oh, I hurt him."

"Editor Dong, you?" Fang Minghua was surprised.

"You must have heard that he got into trouble because of the "Great Wind Song". Where was the "Great Wind Song" submitted? It was our "Yanhe"! And I was the editor of this poem at the time!"

"I clearly remember the situation when I received this song. I was young at the time, right? I was also quite impulsive. I knew that publishing this poem was slightly inappropriate and would cause controversy, but in the end it was approved."

"If I had just returned the poem, he wouldn't have wasted the best time of his life."

After talking about it, Dong Mo sighed.

Fang Minghua was silent.

What can be said?
  "But fortunately, Xianliang didn't get back up because of this. He wrote novels like "Spirit and Flesh"! Very good! Xiaofang, if you have a chance, you can socialize with him. He has a very lively mind and is not an ordinary person. Writer." Dong Mo finally said.

It was someone who founded the Western Film and Television City.

Later, I also made a lot of money tinkering with cultural relics.

The two of them chatted while riding until they arrived at the gate of the unit. When there were more people, they stopped chatting.

Fang Minghua returned to the backyard dormitory. There was some dust inside since no one had lived in it for more than two months. After cleaning it, he made himself a cup of tea.

It's quite comfortable to sit on the chair and look out the window.

Why.
  After working hard for more than two months, I can finally come back and rest.

Let’s touch the fish first.

"Xiao Fang! Xiao Fang!"

Someone shouted outside, and it was Lu Yao.

I saw him walking in wearing a vest.

"Oh, Brother Lu, you got up so early." Fang Minghua joked.

"I haven't been writing much lately, so I don't have to stay up late."

"Come, sit, sit, drink tea."

After saying that, Fang Minghua picked up the glass and poured him a glass.

"It's still the fragrance of your tea." Lu Yao praised after taking a sip.

"Brother Lu, if you like, I can give you some."

"No, no, I can't keep asking for your things." Lu Yao declined, and then said: "The publication of your novel caused some controversy, did you see it?"

Still this thing.

They all seemed concerned.

Fang Minghua didn't hide anything and told the whole story.

"That's good, I'm here today to tell you about this, so it's better to spread the word! So as not to create additional problems! I've never met Zhang Xianliang, but the article "Spirit and Flesh" he wrote is quite good," Lu Yao said.

"Listening to what you said, it means that this person is quite generous. This kind of person is worth having friends with!"

"Okay, if there is a chance, I will introduce you to each other." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

The conversation was finished, so there was no need to say more. The two chatted for a while, and then Lu Yao left.

In the next few days, Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa also called to ask about this matter, and their meanings were similar to Lu Yao's.

We have all experienced that era and were very sensitive.

Wang Meng of Yanjing also knew about this.

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