The literary era since 1979

Chapter 109 Lack of Money Literature
At night, the noodle factory.

The summer breeze in June was very cool, blowing on Fangyan's face, as if rolling on his face, and the sound of idle chatter came to his ears.

Zhao Hongmei and Yang Xia were chatting about this, Fang Hong and Su Ya were chatting about that, and the Fangyan siblings were staring at each other, sandwiched in the middle.

"I haven't been back for a long time. I really miss it!"

Su Ya looked around and everything in the factory seemed to be unchanged.

"Since you were admitted to Yanda University, people in the factory still mention you from time to time, especially your good sister who works in the same workshop with you."

Fang Hong held her arm, being extremely intimate.

Su Ya's face was full of excitement: "Really? I miss them too, I must catch up with them later."

Seeing them talking and laughing, Fang Yan suddenly asked, "Sister, what movie are you going to show today? Is it The Shepherd?"

"No, it's a movie called 'Losing One Mind, Losing Another'?"

Fang Hong replied: "It is said to be a satire."

"No matter what movie it is, thank you Sister Hong for inviting our family to watch the movie." Su Ya giggled.

"That's too polite." Fang Hong rolled her eyes.

"How about this, I'll treat you guys back?"

Su Ya smiled and said, "Last time Sister Hong and Yan Zi came to Yan University for sightseeing, I couldn't spare the time. This time our May Fourth Literature Society is going to hold a large-scale recitation in the auditorium. Are you interested?"

"A large-scale recital?"

Fang Yan noticed that Fang Hong looked very excited.

Su Ya briefly introduced that at this poetry recitation session, she would share the poems that she had created and loved, especially those in dialect.

"Is it colloquial?" Fangyan couldn't help but be curious.

“This is only part of it. There are also many poems written around “Under the Hawthorn Tree” and “The Horse Herders.”

Listening to Su Ya's narration, Fang Yan finally realized how fierce a whirlwind of pure love "Under the Hawthorn Tree" had created on the campus of Yanjing University.

The last poem, "Life Was Slow Back Then", was published in Yenching University's school newspapers and magazines, copied and read by students, and circulated continuously, and a large number of imitating poems appeared.

The leaders were a Spanish language student with the pen name "Xichuan" and a law student with the pen name "Haizi".

He is simply a fanatical fan of Teacher Fang!
It even developed to the point that many female students at Yan University formed a book club called "Under the Hawthorn Tree" because of the death of the third brother, and wrote articles and poems specifically to commemorate and mourn the third brother.

He is simply obsessed and crazy about love.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

The dialect feels incredible. Are all college students so idle?
"Take out the word 'ma' and it's just that exaggerated!"

Su Ya said: "And it's not just Yanda, Shuimu, Renmin University, Beijing Normal University, Beijing International Studies University, and many other schools are the same."

"Yanzi, let alone the school, there's quite a stir in our factory. Many comrades have been moved to tears by your novel."

Fang Hong said that the amateur drama troupe of the noodle factory also wanted to adapt "Under the Hawthorn Tree" into a drama and perform it on the Chinese Valentine's Day.

"Sister Hong, you and Ruoxue are thinking the same thing. They also want to adapt Under the Hawthorn Tree."

Su Ya suddenly perked up.

When Fangyan walked to the audience area where the movie was being shown outdoors, he saw that Han Yuemin had already taken a seat and even bought food.

While putting down the bench, Su Ya said truthfully:
"There will be a national college student drama art festival soon. The top three will be able to perform at the Great Hall of the People!"

"So that's it."

Fangyan sat down and listened patiently.

Shuimu, Renmin University, Iron and Steel Institute (now University of Science and Technology of China), Beijing Normal University, etc., all the universities in Yenching University signed up to participate. Yenching University was not willing to lag behind and prepared to hold an internal selection competition to allow all drama teams in the school to compete and select the best ones.

"The drama troupe that Ruoxue belongs to is just one of them."

Su Ya said: "The full name is 'Yancheng University Art Troupe Drama Team', which is formed by the Spanish Department, Chinese Department and Psychology Department. Next, we will compete with the drama teams of the History Department and other departments."

Fang Yan asked, "Did they rehearse "Dark War" before for this National College Students' Drama Art Festival?"

"Yes, but they have given up rehearsing "The Dark War"."

"Why is this again?"

"It seems that 'Dark War' is too demanding on acting skills. No one in the drama troupe can handle Qian Zhijiang, so they had to give up."

“And then you set your sights on Under the Hawthorn Tree?”

Fangyan narrowed his eyes.

Su Ya explained: "Ruoxue didn't make any changes without permission. She said she needed your consent, so she asked me to invite you to the recitation. If you don't come, she will think of another way."

"She is leaving herself some wiggle room." Fang Yan said with a smile, "Even if I reject you, she still has a chance, but will they pay for the adaptation?"

Su Ya said: "The drama team was formed spontaneously and raised its own funds. Let me tell you, the speed at which you earn royalties is better than that of bank robbers. Why do you still care about their mere trifles?"

"You don't understand this."

Fang Yan raised his hand and said, "Whether I want it or not is my business, and whether I give it or not is their business. Even if it's just one cent, as long as they are sincere, I won't disagree. Besides, I'm not rich enough to push the money away, and I'm also short of money."

"You are short of money? No way!"

Su Ya's eyes widened.

"With the way he spends money, it would be strange if he doesn't lack money."

Fang Hong joked, "When you came here, you said you wanted to buy a yard to store readers' letters. Look at what you said."

Fang Yan laughed and said, "It's not just about buying a yard. After buying it, you can't leave it empty. You need to have some old furniture, some calligraphy and antiques, decorate it, and then have a TV, a washing machine, and a refrigerator. You see, everything costs money..."

"Stop, stop, the more you talk, the more outrageous it gets."

Fang Hong raised her hand.

Han Yuemin murmured, "This is not a house, it's simply heaven. If I had a yard like this, I would be content."

Fang Yan said: "I am just giving an example. Look, the money is spent like water. Isn't it because of the lack of money?"

"You are a great writer, don't talk about 'money, money, money' all the time."

Su Ya reminded.

Fang Yan half-jokingly said: "Literary masters have never been shy about talking about money. For example, Mr. Lu Xun talked about money boldly, saying 'Money is important, or more elegantly, it's the economy' and 'It's really good to have money, but it's really bad to have no money'."

"Did Mr. Lu Xun really say this?"

Su Ya was very curious.

"Of course!"

Fangyan smiled and said, "Let's not talk about Balzac writing to pay off his debts, let's just talk about Chekhov. You should have heard of his name, right?"

"How could I not have heard of it?"

Su Ya recited works such as "Chameleon" like they were her own treasures.

"Then do you know that 'lack of money' has always accompanied his literary creation?" Fangyan casually said Chekhov's words.

For example, "I have no money, but I am too lazy to earn it. Please send me some money! I will never break my promise: I will only be lazy until May, and from June 5st, I will sit down to write."

For example, "I hope I will have a lot of money next spring. I judge this based on superstition: if you have no money, you will soon have money."

Another example: "There is no money, and it won't be soon. It's really annoying."

“I didn’t expect him to be such a Chekhov.”

Su Ya was shocked and opened her mouth.

"so!"

Fangyan said in a joking tone that he was short of money, Chekhov was short of money, and Balzac was short of money, so he was equal to Chekhov and equal to Balzac, which was equivalent to saying that he was a great writer.

"Pfft, what kind of perverted logic is this?"

Su Ya was happy, "Don't let anyone hear it..."

"Just kidding, what I want to say is what Mr. Lu Xun said, people who have a smell of money are real, while people who have too much of a smell of money are rotten. Freedom cannot be bought with money, but it can be sold for money. This is also what my teacher taught me."

Fangyan said: "So I never shy away from talking about money. As long as a gentleman loves money, he should get it in a proper way, look at it in moderation, and spend it in moderation."

"What you said is... uh, very interesting."

Su Ya raised the corner of her mouth and thought to herself:
I will tell Bai Ruoxue, Qiu Peining and the others when I have the chance!
"It's called, 'Rich people all look alike, but interesting souls are rare to find.'"

Fangyan caught a glimpse of the movie starting to play on the screen through the corner of his eye. He stopped talking and just watched quietly.

"Losing One While Taking Advantage of Another" is something I have never seen in my previous life.

But the actors in the show all look familiar, such as the Sixth Prince in "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo", Liu Luoguo's father-in-law, Li Ding.

Also, there is Chi Zhiqiang who sang "Tears Behind Bars".

But the most interesting thing is what Li Ding said at the stadium, "I hope you think about basketball and chicken together."

“Basketball and chicken.”

Fang Yan tilted her head and asked, "How do we connect?"

Fangyan suddenly thought of something and almost laughed out loud.

(End of this chapter)