Back to 80: My Literary Life

Ye Weilin invited the two of them into his office.

After pouring tea for the two of them, Ye Weilin asked: "Editor Fang, are you on a business trip to Hainan this time?"

"It's not a business trip." Fang Minghua replied with a smile: "Hainan is about to be established as a province. I want to come and take a look at the largest special economic zone in the country. In addition, there are matters related to my friend's company. I will come with you to take a look."

"oh?"

Fang Minghua didn't hesitate anymore and told Ye Weilin the purpose of his visit.

"We don't know the president of their publishing house. Chairman Ye, can you help us arrange a meeting?" Fang Minghua made his request.

After hearing this, Ye Weilin pondered for a moment and then said: "The president of Hainan People's Publishing House is called Hong Shouxiang. I am not very familiar with it, but the deputy director of their publishing house's editorial office is called Su Bin. He is also from Hunan Province. He just graduated from Hunan People's Publishing House last year. I'll ask him about President Hong first."

"Wait a moment." Ye Weilin stood up and picked up the phone on his desk, dialed a number, and started chatting in the authentic Hunan dialect.

After two minutes, Ye Weilin hung up the phone and said to the two of them: "Su Bin said that their President Hong went to Huacheng for a meeting, and he won't be back until next week."

Fang Minghua was a little disappointed after hearing this.

Without the top leader, no one else can make the decision on this kind of thing.

"Editor Fang, why are you so anxious? Since you are here in Haikou, you can spend a few more days and see the scenery here. It is completely different from your Qin province."

That was all they could do. After chatting for a while, the two of them said goodbye and left, declining the other party's invitation to take care of lunch.

Sitting on a motorcycle and returning to Wanghai Tower, Zhao Hongjun seemed to be in high spirits: "Minghua, there is nothing much to do these days. Where should we go to play? Let's go see the sea during the day and go to the dance hall in the evening? While eating, I I heard that the dance hall in Wanghai Tower is very fun."

"You don't seem to be in a hurry?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Why are you anxious? Come out, then relax. It's useless to be anxious anyway." Zhao Hongjun spoke plausibly.

Damn it!

When you were in Xijing, you were so anxious that you dragged me to Hainan. Now that you are in Haikou, you are not in a hurry anymore?

Fang Minghua had every reason to suspect that this guy was coming to Haikou to talk about business but actually wanted to come and have fun.

But they had nothing to do. They took off their suits and put on T-shirts and jeans. They went out and got on a motorcycle. The driver took them directly to Haikou Bay.

In this era, Haikou Bay did not yet have the Century Bridge or Wanlv Garden, so it seemed a bit desolate. However, the white and delicate beaches, tall and straight coconut trees, and the blue sky and white clouds on the sea made people feel relaxed and happy.

What made the two of them feel even more comfortable was that there was no cold wind from the north, and the January sun made them feel warm and comfortable.

The two took off their shoes, sat on the beach, and chatted while looking at the sea not far away.

Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette and said:

"Minghua, Haikou is a little behind, but the climate is good, especially in winter. If you live here for a while, the life will be so beautiful."

"What? Make a home here first?" Fang Minghua asked.

"You do not want?"

"Actually, it's really good here, but I heard that Sanya is even better. There's no end of the world there."

"End of the World? Is that the song? Please come to the end of the world, spring is always there all year round."

"Yes, that's the song." Fang Minghua said with a smile: But I heard that there is no air traffic there yet. After there is an airport, I will buy a house there and live with my wife and children for a few days every winter. "

"Minghua, are you afraid of Tangtang? Do you think of your wife wherever you go? Isn't this the style of the great men of our Qin Province?!"

Fang Minghua was speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The days in Haikou became leisurely.

The two also learned the local attire, wearing T-shirts and large pants during the day, and a pair of flip-flops, and rode around the city on a motorcycle.

Instead of eating Baoluo rice noodles, I eat pork trotter rice, beef brisket rice and Wenchang chicken, all of which taste good.

In fact, Wanghailou Hotel provides a wide variety of Cantonese and Qiong cuisine, but the two of them always felt that they were not as delicious as those at the night market stalls.

Qilou Old Street, Haikou Bell Tower, Haidian Island People’s Bridge. I visited all the places of interest in Haikou.

The urban area of ​​Haikou in this era was only 20 square kilometers, with a population of less than 200,000. It took two days to go to all the places that should be visited, so the two had no choice but to wander on the streets.

Fang Minghua was surprised to find that the streets of Haikou had unknowingly become a paradise for "artistic young people". He saw a college student restaurant on the street. There are also shoe shining, newspaper selling, singing, juggling, painting, and guitar playing.

In fact, these are college students who came to Hainan and could not find jobs for the time being.

When Fang Minghua came to this era, it was the first time he saw someone singing on the street with a guitar.

It's on Datong Road.

It was a thin boy with long hair, singing a song that was just popular this year.

"My Future is Not a Dream" by Zhang Yusheng:

Do you want me to bow my head in the sun?

Working silently and sweating

Do you miss me even if I am indifferent?

Never give up on the life you want

There was a washbasin in front of him with a few dimes in it.

Fang Minghua listened carefully for a while, and his singing was pretty good. Although he didn't have Zhang Yusheng's high-pitched voice, he had a Wang Feng flavor.

Finally, he took out a five-yuan RMB and put it gently in the basin, turned around and left.

Today is Sunday. In the evening, the two were bored. Fang Minghua rejected Zhao Hongjun's suggestion to go to a karaoke bar to listen to singing. The two took a motorcycle taxi and let the driver drive the car aimlessly on the street. Finally, they came to the Coconut City People's Park near Daying Mountain. They found that there were many young people on the lawn in the park, in groups. Some were playing cards with flashlights, and some were talking loudly. There were dialects from all over the world, which immediately attracted their attention. "Master, what are they doing?" Zhao Hongjun asked the driver. "These are college students who come to Haikou to find jobs. Some of them can't find a place to rent and stay here at night." The motorcycle driver explained in very poor Mandarin: "But Haikou is so small, why do we need so many people?" "So many college students?!" Zhao Hongjun was surprised when he heard it. He estimated that there were thousands of people! Oh my god

Gently awaken the sleeping soul

Slowly open your eyes

Look at the busy world

Is it still lonely and turning non-stop

The spring breeze does not understand romance

Blows the heart of the young

Somewhere in the park, someone sang Luo Dayou's "Tomorrow Will Be Better", and soon the park became quiet. Not long after, some people began to follow suit.

More people sang in unison, the singing was solemn and low, as if suppressed, but it seemed that they could hear the beating of hearts far and near, even Zhang Jianjun hummed along.

Let me embrace your dream

Let me have your sincere face

Let our smiles

Be full of youthful pride

Let us look forward to a better tomorrow

As soon as this song was finished, a classmate started another tune, this time singing "The Internationale", followed by a chorus:

Rise up, slaves who are starving and cold,

Rise up, suffering people all over the world!

The blood in my heart is boiling,

We must fight for the truth!

The old world will be destroyed,

Slaves, rise up, rise up!

The singing was passionate and soul-stirring.

As they sang, a girl started to cry, and soon the park was filled with crying.

Fang Minghua did not sing along, but listened to it silently with her hands on her chest.

"No singing! No singing! Whoever sings again will not be allowed to stay here..."

The joint defense team members came out from nowhere, their flashlight beams swaying between trees and between flowers and grass, while shouting loudly.

The singing stopped immediately, and the park became dead silent. The beams of light and voices of the joint defense team members gradually faded away, and the noisy sounds of the market on Haixiu Road not far away were clearly heard.