Back to 80: My Literary Life

The seminar lasted for a whole day yesterday. In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the conference room was no longer as sharp as in the morning, but there were still many commentators giving their own critical opinions.

These are all big names in the criticism field and have their own opinions. How could they adapt their own opinions based on Fang Minghua's words?

Fang Minghua also understood in his heart.

It is this "Ordinary World" that has become popular among the world in later generations. There are many people on the Internet who do not like this work.

Lu Yao is a writer that he admires and a good friend. He is just dedicated.

After the day's symposium, Xie Wangxin, who presided over the meeting, called Lu Yao over alone to say what he wanted to say specifically. Fang Minghua didn't know.

At night, when Fang Minghua was in his room, Lu Yao walked in. His face was not very good, and his first sentence was:

"Minghua, let's go have a drink!"

Fang Minghua knew that he was not in a good mood, so he followed him out without saying anything.

The Balizhuang area is quite prosperous at night. The first and second Beijing Cotton Factory are here. People are coming and going on the road. The boys and girls enjoying the cool clothes are all wearing cool clothes.

The two found a night market, found an empty seat, and ordered twenty skewers of kebabs and three cold dishes.

"Brother Lu, let's not drink liquor on a hot day. How about some beer?" Fang Minghua expressed his opinion.

He knew that Lu Yao was not in good health, so the beer should at least have a lower alcohol content, right?

"Okay, you can't drink now, so let's get some beer."

ha!

I no longer close the mountains to cultivate forests.

However, Fang Minghua didn't explain. He ordered two bottles of Yanjing beer and started drinking.

"Brother Lu, what did Editor Xie want to talk to you about?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Speaking of the meeting, don't take what those people said to heart, and continue to write well. In fact, Minghua, this is not what makes me uncomfortable."

"What is it?"

"I was a little unconvinced at first. The editors and critics didn't like the book I wrote, but readers should like it, right? I didn't expect that Xie Wangxin told me that it wouldn't work either. Minghua, I didn't know that your Shengshi Books published it. How is the sales of the single volume? Forget it, I won’t ask, I guess it’s not too bad either.”

After speaking, he picked up the beer glass and drank it in one gulp.

Fang Minghua naturally understood Lu Yao's current mood. He picked up the beer bottle, filled the other person's cup, and then asked.

"Then, Brother Lu, will you continue writing or not?"

"After I just heard the news, I really didn't want to write. No one read it after writing for a long time. What's the point?" Lu Yao sighed and continued.

"But in the blink of an eye, I thought again, I have worked hard for nearly four years, and I still have many words that I have not written, and it ends like this? I am not willing to give in! Write! Keep writing!"

"Okay! Brother Lu, I support you! I firmly believe that your book will have its day! After I go back, I will excerpt two of your chapters and publish them in "Yanhe" magazine. Also, Zhao Hongjun will probably tell you. Right? As long as you write, we will publish as many as you write!”

"Thanks, come on, do it!" Lu Yao raised his beer glass.

Fang Minghua's words made him feel warm in his heart.

At this time, what we need most is the support of family and friends!

In addition, the promise of Shengshi Books also gave him more motivation to write.

At the very least, I no longer worry about having to pay for five buckets of rice because of writing this book.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you something. Tomorrow we will go to the CCTV station to ask your friend, Ye Yongmei, if he can record the novel you wrote into a radio manuscript and broadcast it on CCTV? I will see the result. I think it would be better."

"Like the one you wrote, "Enter Guandong"? That's a good idea," Lu Yao agreed, "Okay, let's go there tomorrow."

The two of them drank a bottle of beer each, and Fang Minghua used the excuse that he could not drink for the time being to persuade Lu Yao to drink less.

"Okay, your wife is pregnant with the baby, you let go, and we can have a good time!"

The next morning, the two took a bus straight to the CCTV station outside Fuxingmen. When they arrived at Ye Yongmei's office, the staff told him that Ye Yongmei was visiting abroad!

"Director Ye went to Europe with the inspection team and is expected to come back in a month. Now our deputy director Liu is in charge of the program. If you have anything, you can contact him."

So, Lu Yao and Fang Minghua were led by the staff to meet Deputy Director Liu.

Deputy Director Liu was very young, in his early thirties. He seemed very enthusiastic when he heard that the visitors were Fang Minghua and Lu Yao. However, when he heard that they wanted to broadcast Lu Yao's new work, his face showed embarrassment.

"Writer Lu, if it's like the book "Crossing Guandong" written by Mr. Fang or the book "Life" you wrote before, our program team will record it and broadcast it as a program, but this book "The Ordinary World"..." Deputy Director Liu shook his head. Shake his head.

"To be honest, Writer Lu, I have read this book, which was published by Pengcheng Haitian Publishing House. I feel that it does not meet our broadcasting standards for the time being."

Lu Yao's heart suddenly went cold.

"Deputy Director Liu, excuse me." Lu Yao put his books in his briefcase and turned around to leave. Fang Minghua stood up without saying anything.

"Chairman Lu, Editor Fang, don't rush and sit down for a while before leaving." Deputy Director Liu greeted warmly from behind.

"No, thank you." Fang Minghua looked at him and said, "Deputy Director Liu, if Director Ye returns to China for inspection, I suggest you tell her about this matter and listen to her opinion."

"Okay, okay."

Deputy Director Liu agreed, but from his eyes, Fang Minghua saw a trace of disdain.

Fang Minghua smiled, said nothing, and quickly caught up with Lu Yao.

On the bus back, Fang Minghua grabbed the hanging ring, looked at the silent Lu Yao, and comforted: "Brother Lu, don't be impatient. Director Ye will be back in a month, won't you? You can write or type by then." Contact her on the phone, I think she will definitely like this book you wrote!"

Lu Yao shook his head and looked at the busy traffic outside.

"Forget it, I won't think about it. I'll just calm down and finish writing the three parts. Let others decide whether it's good or bad."

Lu Yao took the train back to Xijing that afternoon, but Fang Minghua did not leave immediately.

When you come to Yanjing, you must visit Song Tangtang's grandparents. This is what my daughter-in-law also told me before leaving.

I also have to go and take a look at the courtyard house I own on the shore of Shichahai Lake.

Fang Minghua stayed for another day before returning to Xijing. As soon as he went to work the next morning, Miao also returned from a business trip. It lasted almost a month and traveled to five provinces and one city in East China. Report the status of this business trip to Fang Minghua in the editor-in-chief's office.

"Editor Fang, the results of this business trip are very good. I met with the leaders of Xinhua Bookstores in several provinces. They are very optimistic about the revision of our "Yanhe" magazine, and they are also very happy with our publication of Ge Fei's "Memory of Mr. Wu You" Appreciate it, saying that our "Yanhe" has become fashionable. We no longer always read realistic novels with a strong local flavor, and have become avant-garde."

"It's no use just saying nice words. Have you agreed to increase the number of subscriptions to our magazines?" Fang Minghua said.

"All agreed!" Bai Miao opened the notebook in his hand and said: "Shencheng promised to order 8,000 more copies from next month, 10,000 copies from Jiangsu Province, and 7,000 copies from Zhejiang Province. The total adds up to about 50,000 copies. , saying that if the sales are good, we can continue to order more!”

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll give you two days off to spend time with your wife and children." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"No, isn't it summer vacation? My wife has gone back to her parents' home with her children. Now that I have nothing to do, I might as well come to work." Bai Miao said with a smile.

"Ouch. You are so motivated, but you still don't want to take a vacation?"

The door was ajar, and a man's voice came from outside.

Fang Minghua took a look and saw that it was Jia Pingwa.