Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Minghua found Xi Chuan in the boys' building of the Foreign Languages ​​Department.

The two of them chatted for a while downstairs, naturally about poetry.

Fang Minghua encouraged him to study hard and continue to create better poems. Of course, he would never forget Haizi.

"Xichuan, what has Haizi been busy with recently?" Fang Minghua asked.

"It's still the same, taking classes, writing poems, and falling in love with girls. By the way, I like to practice Qigong recently." Nishikawa said with a smile.

ah? qigong?

Seeing the change in Fang Minghua's expression, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Nowadays, many people have begun to practice Qigong. It is very fashionable. It is said that it can strengthen the body and cure diseases."

"If you find a suitable opportunity, you should advise Haizi to stay away from this thing. It's not as mysterious as the newspapers make it out to be." Fang Minghua said.

Xi Chuan nodded, but it was obvious from his eyes that Fang Minghua didn't believe what he said.

But Fang Minghua didn't say any more.

That can only go so far.

After saying goodbye to Xichuan, Fang Minghua took the bus and rushed back to Balizhuang Guest House. He sat on the bus and watched people coming and going outside. When passing by a small square, Fang Minghua saw a group of people sitting quietly on the ground.

Practicing qigong.

Seeing this scene, Fang Minghua thought of Haizi again.

Some people say that Haizi committed suicide because of his mental condition, and the ultimate culprit was Qigong practice.

Whether this is actually the case is unknown.

Hey. Fang Minghua sighed deeply when he thought of this.

After the bus arrived, Fang Minghua hurried back to the guest house to pack his luggage and prepare to return to the General Political Courtyard.

A few days ago, Song Tangtang's grandparents agreed to stay with them for two days. Now they can just wait for Li Li to complete the translation before returning to Xijing.

Fang Minghua put away his travel bag, said hello to Zhang Zhong'e who lived in the same room, and prepared to leave.

"Editor Fang, are you in such a hurry? Why don't you stay in Yanjing for a few more days?" Zhang Zhong'e said with a smile.

"I'm going to stay at my girlfriend's grandpa's house for two days and stay with him." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

"Where is your girlfriend's grandfather's house?" Zhang Zhong'e asked curiously.

"General Political Courtyard."

"Tsk, tsk." Zhang Zhong'e praised.

"Editor Zhang, if you come to Xijing on a business trip, you must contact me." Fang Minghua greeted.

"sure."

Fang Minghua left the guest house with his travel bag and came to the bus stop. He quickly squeezed into a bus and disappeared into the traffic.

Just as the No. 8 bus bound for Andri left the bus station, a Crown taxi came towards us and stopped at the door of the guest house.

Two well-mannered middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes got off the car and hurried into the guest house carrying briefcases. One of them, a thin middle-aged man, asked the waiter at the counter who was chewing melon seeds in a substandard Mandarin: " May I ask, Miss, is there a writer named Fang Minghua living here?"

Seeing the waiter's indifferent expression, the middle-aged man immediately took out an ID from his coat pocket and handed it over.

The waiter took a look.

passport? Foreigner?

When I opened the content again, it seemed to be Japanese characters.

The waiter's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic: "Wait a moment." He immediately took the registration book and opened it.

"Sir, I'm sorry, you said that Fang Minghua just completed the formalities and left."

"Leave? Where to go?"

"I don't know about that." The waiter shook his head: "But there are still people in their meeting who have not left. If you ask them, they may know where Fang Minghua has gone. I will take you to ask."

"thanks, thanks."

Fang Minghua didn't know that there were two foreigners looking for him. He took the bus and rushed to the General Political Courtyard. After registering, he went in and arrived at Song Tangtang's grandfather's house. His grandfather had gone out for a walk, leaving only his grandmother sitting in the yard knitting sweaters in the sun.

"Minghua, are you done with the judges' work?" Grandma asked with concern.

"Yes, but I will stay with you for two more days." Fang Minghua briefly told what happened yesterday.

"Just live in peace and treat it as your own home."

Fang Minghua settled in the General Political Courtyard and had nothing to do all day without any writing tasks, so he decided to wander around.

Of course, instead of going to the scenic spot, I went to Zhongguancun Electronic Street first.

He didn't want to buy any computers. Computers are still relatively rare these days. Even if they do exist, they are only in stores that specialize in selling computers. They are not likely to appear in the hypermarkets in Zhongguancun.

Lenovo has just been established, and the famous Hanka has not yet been launched on the market. Even if you are lucky enough to have access to a computer, it is all written in English.

But my sister Fang Mingli, who is now studying computer programming at NPU, said that there is already a Chinese version of DOS system - what is it called CC-DOS?

However, I heard from my sister that this thing requires a very high computer, at least 320K of memory, and the 2.0 version requires at least 512K!

Fang Minghua almost laughed when he heard this bit of memory. Is this too much?

But when I heard my sister say that the Macintosh generation released by Steve Jobs in the United States had an initial memory size of only 128K, I immediately shut up.

Now Zhongguancun Electronics Street mainly sells radios, tape recorders, and some of their electronic accessories. Especially for radios, as long as you have a certain knowledge of electronics and can read circuit diagrams, you can buy some spare parts and use a soldering iron to assemble one yourself.

I heard from my sister that this is very common among college students. In particular, almost all the male students in the class assemble one by themselves. They fiddle with the antenna every day to listen to various radio stations, both domestic and foreign, such as "Voice of America", "BBC" was a hit.

Fang Minghua was naturally not interested in this stuff. , he was mainly curious and wanted to feel the charm of Zhongguancun, known as "China's Silicon Valley", and buy some music tapes by the way. He planned to buy a four-speaker tape recorder.

It's okay to listen to music after get off work.

Arriving at the Electronic Street in Zhongguancun, Fang Minghua felt a little disappointed.

There really is only one street!

The mess is no different from other streets in Yanjing, but there are many people and bustling traffic. Many people are carrying large and small bags, which are either various electronic components or pirated tapes.

Fang Minghua visited several hypermarkets and bought a lot of song tapes. They were all albums of the most popular Hong Kong and Taiwan singers, Luo Dayou, Luo Wen, Lin Zixiang... But they were all pirated!

When Fang Minghua said he wanted a genuine song tape, the salespersons looked at him like they were aliens...

I can't afford to be hurt.

In the end, Fang Minghua bought a lot of tapes. Luo Dayou's pirated album "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye", and an album by Alan Tam, which includes the classic "Love in Late Autumn" and his brother Leslie Cheung's "Monica".

A lot of mess.

Go back and listen slowly.

After staying in the General Political Courtyard for two days, on Sunday morning, Fang Minghua was helping Song Tangtang's grandfather trim the flowers and plants when he saw a girl wearing a turtleneck red sweater walking towards her in a hurry.

It's Li Li.

"Minghua, complete the mission! Fortunately, you have fulfilled your mission!" As soon as the girl entered the yard, she took out a stack of manuscripts from her schoolbag and handed it to him.

Fang Minghua quickly wiped his hands and took it, only to see the top of the first page suddenly read:

"Cloud of Poems"!