Back to 80: My Literary Life

At this time, Fang Minghua was still immersed in writing in Lijia Village, a remote village in the northwest.

During this period, except for sometimes going to the shooting set with Wu Tianmin to discuss changes to certain plots of the script, most of the time was spent in this simple room, sitting on the kang and leaning on the small table, writing furiously.

Today, the first draft of "Donkey Gets Water" has been completed. Fang Minghua rubbed his numb legs.

He was really not used to sitting cross-legged on the kang and writing, but there was nothing he could do about it because of the poor conditions here.

Fortunately, it’s finished.

Looking at the page numbers of the manuscript, I estimate that it is only about 60,000 words.

Of course, this is only the first draft and can only be regarded as a semi-finished product. It will take time before it is completed and published. Some plots have also been revised. For example, Zhang Yiman's private life is chaotic, which is not easily accepted by the public in this era, so pay attention to the scale.

Of course there are other places.

But Fang Minghua is not in a hurry, he has plenty of time.

Youth is the greatest capital.

"Xiao Fang, have you finished writing?"

A lesbian walked in, wearing coarse rural clothes and a sallow face.

It's Zhu Lin.

Every day after Zhu Lin finished filming, he would look for Fang Minghua to read the latest chapter of the novel he wrote. He was the first reader of this book.

Fang Minghua nodded and asked again: "Sister Zhu Lin, are you done filming today? Aren't you going to remove your makeup?"

"Don't worry, let me see what you wrote today."

Fang Minghua had no choice but to hand the manuscript to her, sighing secretly.

Doesn’t it feel good to be back to your original beauty?

It looks so eye-catching.

However, Zhu Lin didn't seem to care much about her appearance. Although she looked stunning, it was a very common thing for her and not worth showing off.

Also, even though Zhu Lin looks like a royal sister, she actually has a lolita heart.

No, when I saw the end of the novel, I was startled again.

"Oh, Xiao Fang, why is Zhang Yiman crazy? After shooting other teachers and coppersmiths, he chose to commit suicide by swallowing a gun. The ending is too tragic, I can't stand it."

"What if she doesn't die?"

"She didn't expect that Pei Kuishan would be so ugly after his rebellion. She also didn't expect that Principal Sun would become so cowardly and pathetic. She also didn't expect that Zhou Tienan, who had always been upright and brave, would turn back to the prototype of a pig-dog life with a single gunshot. I never thought that my beautiful body, which is known for its pursuit of freedom, would be casually defiled by the commissioner’s entourage. What if she doesn’t die?!”

Fang Minghua asked with a smile.

"That's really bad." Zhu Lin sighed after hearing this, and suddenly said, "Xiao Fang, it's your fault!"

"Blame me?"

"Why do you write human nature so ugly? Why write a tragedy?! Look at this movie "Into the Dust", the ending is that Cao Guiying drowned! Ma Youtie was also heartbroken, why didn't he write it as a happy life? ? Just like the prince and princess in the fairy tale living happily together?"

My sister.

Since you know it's a fairy tale, why do you ask such a childish question?

Fang Minghua smiled slightly, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "The stories in the novel can be found in reality. Didn't this novel story tell by Secretary Li? Sister Zhu Lin, you are still too young to understand the sinister nature of the human heart."

"I'm young?!" Zhu Lin couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Xiao Fang, you are so funny. I am eight years older than you, so you call me sister."

"Sister." Fang Minghua called out and continued: "Mr. Lu Xun once said that tragedy is the destruction of valuable things in life for people to see. From an artistic point of view, you don't feel that the tragedy at the end is indeed more important than comedy. It’s shocking.”

"Well, what you said makes sense, but I can't accept it emotionally!"

Accept it slowly, and accept it when you become a real royal sister.

The two were chatting, and another person came in from the outside. It was Wu Tianmin. He asked with concern: "

"Xiao Fang, have you finished writing your novel?"

"It's done, Director Wu, take a look and give me some advice."

"I want to watch it, but you see, I'm so busy all day, how can I have time? I'll wait until you publish it, and then I'll watch it slowly. Zhu Lin, come here, there's something wrong with one of the shots today, I have to give it to you Talk about it.”

"Okay, Director Wu." Zhu Lin quickly put down the manuscript and walked out.

Fang Minghua also slowly got off the kang, rubbed his numb legs, and looked at the manuscripts placed on the small table.

Let who see it?

How about letting Li Defu take a look?

He also told this story.

Really talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. As soon as Fang Minghua left the room, he saw Li Defu slowly coming in with a donkey cart.

When he saw Fang Minghua, he stopped the donkey cart and took out a package: "Writer Xiao Fang, this is your package. I just went out to the countryside for a meeting, so I picked it up for you by the way."

"Thanks."

Fang Minghua was a little surprised, who sent me the package.

I took it and looked at the mailing address. It turned out to be from Greentown, Guangxi Province!

But looking at the font on it, he knew who it was.

That beautiful girl, Song Tangtang.

When I returned to my room and opened the package, there were actually several magazines and newspapers inside.

Ha, this girl is really thoughtful, knowing that I am in a remote mountainous area, and it is hard to even read a newspaper, let alone books and magazines.

The village committee only has one official newspaper, the latest one is four days old, and there are no literary newspapers and magazines at all.

But a letter written by Song Tangtang with the package surprised him a little.

The content of the letter was very simple. She said that she was performing at Greentown, and while visiting Xinhua Bookstore, she happened to see a review of the novel you wrote in a magazine. I felt that this matter was quite important to you, so I bought a few copies and sent them over. Let you see.

I see!

Fang Minghua found the article that commented on him and read it carefully. As he watched, his face gradually became serious.

The publication of "The Sun Also Rises" would inevitably cause controversy. This was something he had expected, but he did not expect it to cause such a big wave.

What surprised him a little was that the newspapers and magazines "Literary Theory", "Contemporary Literary Thoughts" and "Literary News" that published these articles. Even state-run newspapers were involved!

These are all well-known print media in today’s literary world. How many are there that are not so well-known and even receive letters from readers?

So popular?

However, the content of the criticism was not too extreme. It mainly pointed out that the writing technique was too obscure and difficult to understand, and that some plots in his novels were somewhat bloody and violent.

In fact, when writing, he had already modified some plots, but it seemed that it was not enough?

After washing their feet and going to bed at night, Fang Minghua and Wu Tianmin still squeezed into the same bed. Wu Tianmin saw those magazines and asked curiously: "Whose are these?"

"A friend of mine sent it to me." Fang Minghua replied.

"I'll just pick up a magazine and look through it." Wu Tianmin casually picked up a magazine and lay half on the bed to read it.

"Ouch. Why did someone comment on your novel?" Wu Tianmin asked after reading it.

"Not only this one, but also in several of these books." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Really? That's quite lively." Wu Tianmin said something as he suddenly remembered something, with a serious look on his face:

"Xiao Fang, let me say something that shouldn't be said. You have to pay attention to this matter. I am a few years older than you. I come from that era. The lethality of words is sometimes very terrifying, no less than guns and bullets. "

It's just as obscure as everyone understands.

The lights quickly went out and the surroundings fell into darkness. Wu Tianmin's slight snoring sounded in the room. Fang Minghua looked at the roof with wide eyes, thinking about what happened today.

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