The literary era since 1979

January 2, New Year's Eve.

The houses in Nanluoguxiang are decorated with lights and colors. With the improvement of living standards, life is not as tight as before.

The children were chasing each other, playing and laughing in the alley, and their laughter could be heard from one end of the alley to the other.

Crackling, firecrackers kept going off.

Han Yuemin brought his mother and Fang Hong to visit as usual. The two families held a New Year's Eve dinner together, and the atmosphere was festive and harmonious.

There were four cold dishes and four hot dishes on the table. In the middle was a steaming copper hot pot, with meatballs, lamb and other dishes boiling in the clear soup.

"Yanzi, you're finally back." Han Yuemin picked up the wine glass, "Come on, let's have a drink!"

Fang Yan clinked his glasses and drank the wine in one gulp. "I was only away for a month, and you missed me so much. Something must have happened, right?"

Fang Hong put a piece of mutton into Han Yuemin's bowl. "What else could he want? He just wants you to help him plan the factory business."

Fangyan then asked about the latest developments in the clothing business. The entire factory was extremely busy with agency, foreign trade and domestic sales. They worked in three shifts almost every day. Even so, the production capacity was still insufficient, which almost made Han Yuemin suffer from insufficient production capacity, no, insufficient production capacity phobia.

"I'm losing my hair all the time, it's getting really frustrating."

Han Yuemin pointed to his head.

"You are totally tired."

Fang Hong glared at him. "Didn't the doctor tell you that if you keep overworking yourself, your hair loss will only get worse."

Fang Yan looked him up and down and found that Han Yuemin looked haggard. "Brother-in-law, you can't do this."

"That's what I said."

Fang Hong said worriedly, "If he hadn't accompanied me to the hospital, I don't think he would have been willing to get a physical check-up until now."

"Wait a minute, Yuemin will accompany you to the hospital?" Yang Xia keenly caught the blind spot, "What's going on? What's wrong with you?"

In an instant, the whole place fell silent, and the atmosphere at the table dropped to freezing point.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Hong blushed and stammered, "I'm either sick or, I'm pregnant..."

"Pregnant?!"

Yang Xia, Han's mother and others were stunned at first, their faces full of surprise, then they came to their senses and immediately fell into excitement and carnival.

They didn't even have time to eat the New Year's Eve dinner or watch the Spring Festival Gala. They swarmed in front of Fang Hong, chattering and talking at the same time.

Fang Yan even walked around the table excitedly, circling and clapping: "I'm going to have nephews and nieces, and I'm going to be an aunt!"

"Brother-in-law, you two are really good at keeping secrets!" Fang Yan patted him lightly with his hand, "Such a big thing, and you didn't even tell anyone."

Han Yuemin scratched his head. "This was your sister's idea. She was going to say it on such a happy day like today."

"You guys just love to come up with some surprises."

Fang Yan shook his head and laughed, then became concerned about Han Yuemin's physical condition.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal for me."

Han Yuemin waved his hand: "The doctor recommended a hospital in southern Henan to him, saying that there is a miracle doctor there who can cure his hair loss problem."

Fangyan raised an eyebrow, vaguely remembering something, but couldn't remember what it was.

Han Yuemin said, "Let's talk about the clothes again. You asked me to go to Zheng Yuanjie to buy the trademark, and it's already going well."

"Did he agree?"

"Of course, not only the Pippi Lu trademarks, I also bought all the copyrights you mentioned."

"Didn't it cost a lot of money?"

"Not much. I thought it would be tens of thousands, but I didn't expect it would only be a few thousand."

Han Yuemin held up a finger and said, "For your sake, I'll just give him an integer, 10,000 yuan."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Don't think you've spent too much. In the future, just wait and enjoy it." Just as the two were discussing further, Han's mother slammed the table and said, "It's New Year's Day, let's not talk about work!"

Fang Yan and Han Yuemin looked at each other, then shifted their attention to the pregnant Fang Hong, and then the Spring Festival Gala being broadcast on TV.

The entire Spring Festival Gala has entered a mature stage. Sketches, crosstalk, folk art, songs, dances and other types of programs have become fixed patterns and continue. Next, we must work more on the theme and content.

At this moment, the scenes of "Lady Shexiang" deeply attracted Liu Sola's family.

"Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside the mountain, and the moonlight shines on Xiangshui Beach!"

Mother Liu hummed along to the melody for a while, "Sola, do you know who Madam Shexiang is?"

Liu Sola said, "Mom, didn't Zhu Lin just say that she is a heroine of the Yi ethnic group?"

Liu's mother asked: "Of course I know this, I was asking about what the host didn't mention."

Liu Sola was very depressed, "How should I know this?"

Liu Duola, the younger brother, joked: "Sister, that's not right, you are a teacher at Minda!"

“I’m a music teacher!”

Liu Suola glared and said, "If you ask me what the song is like, I can tell you how good this song "Lady Shexiang" is."

"I know that too. First of all, Mr. Fang's lyrics are well written."

Liu Duola shrugged her shoulders. Because her mother loved music, she not only named the three siblings "Mira", "Sora" and "Dora", but also taught them classical music since childhood and even took them to watch operas every now and then.

"nonsense!"

Liu Sola curled her lips and said, "This is Teacher Fang."

After singing the song "Lady Shexiang", I couldn't help but sigh: "How can Teacher Fang be so amazing? His novels are like this, his poems are like this, his prose poems are like this, and even his lyrics are like this."

"Sister, that's right!"

Liu Duola's tone was full of admiration and worship: "He wrote the Northwest style song "Loess Plateau", and he also wrote the Yi style song "Lady Shexiang"! And the Miao style song "Hot Girl" is simply amazing. It seems that there is no ethnic style that he can't write!"

"This is called cultural root-seeking," said Liu's mother, "otherwise how can we say he is the founder of 'root-seeking literature'?"

Liu Duola, Liu Sola and her two siblings agreed with this. They were all of the same age, so why was there such a big difference in their character?
"sister?"

"If you fart, let it go!"

"Didn't you write a novel a few days ago? Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, why are you pinching my ear?"

"Tell the truth! How did you know about my novel?"

"My eldest sister told me!"

Liu Duora was pulled by her second sister by the ear, and she looked at her eldest sister with grievance.

Facing Liu Sola's accusatory look, Liu Mila decisively betrayed him, "My mother told me!"

Liu Sola grumbled, "Mom, didn't you promise me not to tell anyone else until I've fixed it?"

"They are not outsiders."

Liu's mother said, "Besides, there is no need to revise your manuscript. It can already be submitted to a publishing house for publication."

Liu Sola's eyes were full of anticipation. "Really? What if I submit my application to Mr. Fang from People's Literature?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent, and only the melody of "Love My China" could be heard from the TV:

"Fifty-six constellations, fifty-six flowers,
The brothers and sisters of the fifty-six tribes are one family.
Fifty-six languages ​​​​combined into one sentence,

Love my China, love my China, love my China! "

With a series of singing and dancing programs such as "Lift Up Your Veil", "Lady Shexiang", "Loess Plateau", and "Love My China", the Spring Festival Gala with the theme of "ethnicity" was both correct and successful. It was simply a Spring Festival Gala of unity! A Spring Festival Gala of victory! (End of this chapter)