Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Call me Chen Shimei? Then I have to have Chen Shimei's ability to get into the first prize." Yu Hua laughed at himself humorously. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a knock on the door from outside.

"Is Teacher Fang here?" a girl's voice said.

Yu Hua went over to open the door. When the door opened, he saw a beautiful girl standing outside.

"Li Hongying!"

"Yu Hua!"

Both of them were surprised, and Li Hongying even asked: "Yu Hua, where is Chen Hong?"

Yu Hua suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but Fang Minghua came to his rescue at this time.

"Chen Hong was also invited and arranged to share a room with you. He probably hasn't moved in yet."

"Really? That's great!" The girl became happy.

"Come, come, come in and talk." Fang Minghua greeted with a smile.

Li Hongying walked in and took out a small box of snack-like things from her bag.

"Teacher Fang, this is Shencheng's pear candy. It's very delicious. I bought it for you."

Ah?

"Thank you, thank you." Fang Minghua took it with a smile.

"Ouch. Look at my memory!" Yu Hua, who was standing next to him, slapped his head: "I almost forgot when I saw Li Hongying taking out the pear candy."

After saying that, Yu Hua took out a bag of tea from the schoolbag he was carrying: "Teacher Fang, this is our sea salt spring tea. I know you like tea, so I sent you some from home."

"Sea salt also produces tea?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"You are wrong. Jiaxing is not a tea area, but our Haiyan is an exception! Haiyan tea culture has a long history. The earliest documented documents can be traced back to the Five Dynasties. King Qian Miao of Wuyue went to Jinsu Temple to serve tea; the Song Dynasty's "Che Shui Zhi" also has Records related to sea salt plant tea!”

Yu Hua kept talking, and Fang Minghua took the tea with a smile: "Okay, I will taste it now." After saying that, he poured out the tea leaves he had brewed, brewed another cup, and tasted it carefully.

"Is it also Longjing?"

"Yes, it's not worse than West Lake Longjing, right?"

"Well, indeed." Fang Minghua nodded.

"Teacher Fang, please advertise our sea salt tea more in the future."

"Haha, definitely."

"Where is Chen Hong? Let me go find her?" Li Hongying interrupted.

Yu Hua said something, and Li Hongying ran out immediately.

"Teacher Fang, who else is coming to this workshop?" Yu Hua asked.

"Liao Runbo, he was admitted to the writers class at Northwest University, so I invited him to the meeting."

"Liao Runbo?" Yu Hua was a little surprised: "Which room does he live in?"

"I'll look through the meeting manual." Fang Minghua took out the information in his briefcase: "Live in room 314."

"I'll call him over."

Not long after, Li Hongying, Chen Hong, Yu Hua and Liao Runbo arrived at Fang Minghua's room one after another, and it suddenly became lively.

Fang Minghua shared the pear candy brought by Li Hongying to everyone, and asked the waiter to bring a few cups for everyone to make new tea from Yu Hua's hometown. Everyone chatted about their current situation.

"Liao Runbo, I didn't expect that you would actually take the exam for the writer's class at Northwest University. Are you trying to get closer to Teacher Fang?" Yu Hua joked.

"It's useless to be close. Our writer's class invited Teacher Fang to give a lecture, but he said he was unavailable." Liao Runbo, who usually doesn't like to joke, also joked.

"No time? You can go to Teacher Fang's magazine to find him."

"Hongying, you didn't even attend the dinner party before you left. Didn't I see the note you left and thought you were missing?" On the other side, the two girls sitting by the bed were also chatting in a low voice. Chen Hong A look of complaint.

"I have already bought my train ticket, so I can't go." Li Hongying explained.

"How is it at Fudan?"

"It's okay, but I don't think it's as fun in our Luyuan College. Chen Hong, have you passed the graduate class at Yan Normal University?"

"We just finished the exam before we left and we still don't know the results. I feel like I'm a little hung up."

"Where's Yu Hua?"

"He thinks he did well on the exam."

The few of them chatted for a long time and it was time to eat in the afternoon, so they went to the restaurant together. This time Fang Minghua was ingenious and made it a buffet, which made it easier for everyone to eat and communicate with each other.

When Fang Minghua arrived at the restaurant, he saw many acquaintances and greeted each other.

Su Tong and Wang Shuo were all people who had met before, as well as Chi Li and Liu Heng, who had never met before. Fang Minghua had prepared a meal. When he saw Wang Anyi and a girl chatting while eating, he walked over and introduced each other. I know that girl’s name is Chi Zijian.

Chi Zijian is only 24 years old this year and is the youngest writer invited to the conference.

"Hello," Fang Minghua greeted proactively: "I have heard your name for a long time, but I have never seen you in person."

"Editor Fang, I've seen you before." Chi Zijian said with a smile.

"Have you seen me?"

"In 1984, I was studying in the writers' class at Northwest University. You went to the auditorium of our school to debate the concept of poetry creation with Shang Zhongmin from Chongqing University. I was in the audience listening at that time."

Yeah?

Oops

"Sorry, I really didn't pay attention at the time."

"There are so many students in the audience, why did you notice me?" Chi Zijian pursed his lips and smiled: "You are a great writer."

you too

I will win the Mao Dun Award in the future.

Of course Fang Minghua wouldn't say anything. He said a few words of humility and asked about Chi Zijian's current situation.

"I'm from Yanjing, and I just finished taking the exam for the graduate class of literary creation at Yanjing Normal University," Chi Zijian said.

Oh, right.

Fang Minghua then remembered that he, Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Liu Zhenyun and the others had all been admitted to Yan Normal University's graduate writing class, and they were all classmates.

Thinking of this, Fang Minghua asked, "You must have done well in the exam, right?"

"Is it just so-so? I don't know if I can pass."

"I will definitely pass!"

"Then I'll ask for your blessing, Editor-in-Chief Fang. If I really pass, I'll treat you to dinner when you come to Yanjing Normal University on a business trip!"

"It's a deal!"

Compared to Chi Zijian's cheerfulness and liveliness, Wang Anyi was more quiet. She smiled as she ate and listened to their conversation.

Fang Minghua certainly couldn't just chat with Chi Zijian. He looked at Wang Anyi again: "Sister Anyi, I heard that you were transferred from "Childhood" magazine to the creation studio of the Shencheng Writers Association?"

"Yes, I was transferred there last winter."

"Then you can concentrate on your creation."

"Yes, Minghua, it's a good thing you organized this meeting on realistic themes, otherwise we, the authors who write realistic themes, wouldn't know how to write in the future." Wang Anyi's tone was a little humorous.

"That's right, it's always avant-garde literature, don't read that Yu Hua, it makes me feel cold all over. What kind of author is that?" Chi Zijian was outspoken.

Fang Minghua smiled, and seeing Yu Hua and Chen Hong sitting at a table not far away, he smiled and waved: "Yu Hua, come here, there is a female writer who wants to meet you."

Yu Hua immediately came over with a plate.

"Chi Zijian, from Longjiang, is taking the postgraduate entrance exam for Yanshi University like you."

"This is Yu Hua."

"Hello, Comrade Chi Zijian." Yu Hua was quite polite and smiled brightly.

"You, are Yu Hua?" Chi Zijian looked at this young man who was only a few years older than him: "Why are you different from what I imagined? I thought you must be a serious person with a face full of compassion for the world."

Hearing this, Wang Anyi beside her couldn't help laughing: "Zijian, don't you know how Minghua evaluates him?"

"Leave the pain to the readers and the happiness to yourself!"

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