The literary era since 1979

October 10st is National Day.

The young men and women of the Japanese delegation were organized into a column and arranged to participate in the mass parade, marching through Tiananmen Square.

Fang Yan originally thought that his position would be on the viewing platform, but he never expected that he would be on the city wall like Wan Jiabao, Zhang Guangnian and others.

"Iwako!"

At this moment, Wang Meng waved at him.

Fangyan was surprised and happy. He walked forward and exchanged a few words of greeting.

"I've read the note you asked Xiaoman to pass on to me. You always come up with new ideas for me."

Wang Meng said: “This idea of ​​People’s Literature and Harvest co-hosting a seminar is a great one!”

Fangyan smiled and said, I am just a humble public instrument, holding the fruits of your careful consideration.

"Don't be so modest. I will discuss the details of the seminar with Editor-in-Chief Xiao of Harvest."

Wang Meng then asked about the list of writers invited to this root-seeking literary conference.

"Let's just say there are these people. From Beijing, there are Zhong Acheng, Shi Tiesheng, and Wang Shuo... From Tianjin, there are Tie Ning and Feng Jicai..."

The dialects were listed one by one, all the way to Keyun Road in western Shanxi.

Wang Meng said: "There is more than one Ke Yunlu in Jinxi. Have you heard of Jiao Zuyao?"

"I've heard of him a little bit. He's the one who wrote 'The Trekker'?" Fang Yan said.

"Yes, that's right, it's him!"

Wang Meng said: "This novel, which reflects the lives of coal miners, is very well written and down-to-earth." He then praised: "There is a sea of ​​coal underground in western Shanxi, and many cities on the ground are coal capitals. The people of western Shanxi provide light and heat for the people of the whole country and contribute powerful energy to the modernization of the motherland. There are the miners' hard work, and also the deep and simple beauty of the miners..."

Fangyan said: "Then count him in as well."

"It's not just him, Iwako, I have an idea."

Wang Meng wanted to take the opportunity of asking Ke Yunlu to revise his manuscript to explore the literary world of western Shanxi and get a feel for the situation.

Fangyan understood what he meant, "Look for suitable candidates in the literary world of western Shanxi, or good seedlings worth cultivating?"

"Originally I wanted to give this job to Wang Fu, Zhu Wei and others." Wang Meng sighed, "I always feel it's inappropriate to ask you to travel all over the country for People's Literature. But for this trip to western Shanxi, I'm afraid there is no one more suitable than you."

"Because I proposed 'Literary Roots'?"

"The 'roots-seeking literature' of the Jin army is very successful, no less than that of the Xiang army. We must seize this literary power!"

"I see. Then I will go meet this Jin army."

Fang Yan gladly accepted the order. After all, the North China region was also General Fang's own manuscript collection area and territory of influence.

Afterwards, Wan Jiabao, Wang Meng and others took me with them to visit people everywhere, to make my presence felt and become familiar to them.

With the title of Shen Yanbing's last disciple, he nodded and greeted the bigwigs from all walks of life respectfully, including the Hong Kong delegation that came from afar.

The leader was Huo Guantai. After many years, he watched the ceremony again. For a moment, he could not control his emotions and kept crying.

"Hello, Mr. Huo."

"You must be Fang Yan, Mr. Fang, right? Your name is often mentioned in the Hong Kong media..."

"No, no, you've given me the prize."

The two chatted for a while, not about business or literature, but a topic that they were both interested in - sports.

From the Olympics, we talked about the Asian Games. This time, Yanjing has won the right to host the 11th Asian Games.

This was the first time that China hosted a large-scale international comprehensive sports event, but as soon as the sign of the Asian Games Organizing Committee was hung up, financial pressure came upon it. Naturally, Fok Kwun-tai generously donated 1 million Hong Kong dollars to establish a sports foundation to support domestic sports.

"Mr. Huo is righteous!"

Fangyan was not surprised at all. After all, this man was a strong man who dared to run a ship to deliver goods to the peninsula in the 50s!

Huo Guantai waved his hands and laughed. Before leaving, he specifically mentioned that if he had the chance to come to Hong Kong, he would definitely do his best to play host.

"With your words, even if I don't have the chance, I will create one to go to Hong Kong."

Fang Yan shook hands, then watched Huo Guantai and his second son leave, feeling a mixture of emotion.

This is good, in the future, I will be able to eat more and more in Hong Kong! So what if it's Li Huanggua, Zhang Ziqiang dared to come to the door to ask for a ransom, but if it were this family, they would die easily if they tried!

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The next day, the 35th National Day celebrations ended and the 3000-member delegation's visit to China also came to an end.

At the Capital International Airport, the members of the delegation said goodbye to each other reluctantly. Many of them hugged and cried, saying "goodbye" to each other.

Fangyan led Suzuki Yoko, Zhu Lin, and other representatives of the Japanese literary and art circles, such as Okuyama Jun, Matsuzaka Keiko, and Awahara Komaki, to say goodbye.

"Fangyan-kun, thank you for writing another good song for Keiko. I am really grateful."

Okuyama Rong bowed slightly, hinting that he would not treat them unfairly in terms of compensation.

"You're welcome, President Okuyama. You, Keiko and I are all close friends! Talking about money will hurt our relationship!"

Fangyan added secretly in his heart, if we don’t talk about money, we won’t even be friends anymore.

"I took the liberty."

Okuyama Rong smiled and said, "Why don't you please accept the sincerity of our Shochiku Corporation?"

After hearing the invitation to Fangyan to visit Japan at the end of the year, Matsuzaka Keiko, Awahara Komaki and others bowed together as if it had been agreed upon:
"Please, Fangyan-kun."

"This……"

"I'm sorry, Fangyan-kun."

Awahara Komaki explained softly in Chinese, "Our actions just now may have bothered you, but please don't misunderstand. This time we invited you to Japan to celebrate the New Year, not only because we wanted to treat you well, but also because we wanted to talk to you in person about the cooperation in remaking The Ring."

"In that case, I won't refuse."

Faced with such a kind invitation, Fangyan couldn't refuse, so he agreed and presented the farewell gifts he had prepared one by one.

When it was Keiko Matsuzaka's turn, she handed over an unopened cassette, "Keiko, this is the song you want."

"Sky Harbor?"

"Yes, it's Teresa Teng's "Airport". The tape of this song is really hard to find."

"Thank you for your hard work, Fangyan-kun."

Keiko Matsuzaka didn't reach out to take it, but pushed the tape into his hand, "But this is not what I want..."

Fangyan was stunned for a moment before she realized that she had misunderstood. What she wanted was not "Airport", but she wanted to listen to the song herself.

Keiko Matsuzaka smiled and said, "I hope we can find a chance to talk about this song when you come to Japan at the end of the year."

The more you keep it a suspense, the more curious Fangyan becomes.

After sending Keiko Matsuzaka, Komaki Awahara and others on the plane, he returned to the hotel and asked the staff for a radio.

Just like you can't buy a pirated album when asking a singer for his autograph, since it was a gift for Keiko Matsuzaka, I bought an authentic tape.

In addition to the playlist, there is also a lyrics leaflet.

Fangyan listened to the gentle and graceful voice of Teresa Teng on the radio while browsing the Japanese lyrics of "Airport":

"I didn't tell you anything, I just told you,
Occasionally traveling alone is nice,
I stood at the boarding gate at the airport in the rain.

You who waved goodbye to me have gradually become blurred.

Please go back, back to that person,

I went away alone,
There is a gentle person who is always quietly waiting for your return...

Love, who is willing to give it up?

But separation is for both of our own good.

Please go back, back to that person,

I traveled far away alone.”

Halfway through the song, Fangyan pressed the pause button and looked up at the sky, which was washed by water, as if thinking about something. (End of this chapter)