Back to 80: My Literary Life

In December 1984, the China Writers Association held its fourth member representative conference and adopted a new charter: "The China Writers Association is a mass professional group of writers of all ethnic groups in China who have voluntarily joined together."

"The highest authority of the association is the member representative conference, and representatives are elected by members from all regions."

In January 1985, a total of 236 members of the fourth council were elected. Palladium was elected chairman of the China Writers Association, and Wang Meng and 10 others were vice-chairmen.

In the past two years, many elderly writers have passed away among the member representatives and even the members of the council, and new representatives are urgently needed. At the beginning of the year, the National Writers Association gave two quotas to the Qin Province Writers Association. After the provincial writers association council held a meeting to study and decide, Fang Minghua and Zou Zhian were reported and quickly approved.

According to Fang Minghua's current vice chairman of the Qin Province Writers Association and his status in the literary world, he should have been a representative of the member representative conference long ago. Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi have already been.

But since 1985, the National Writers Association has not studied the issue of adding member representatives until December last year. Therefore, it is natural for Fang Minghua to be elected as a representative of the conference.

But what is unexpected is that this meeting is not a member representative meeting (which is held only once every five years), but an annual meeting of the Writers Association Council.

Fang Minghua was surprised.

He was just a newly elected member representative, not a member of the National Writers Association Council, so why was he asked to attend the meeting in Yanjing?

He was not qualified.

In the office of Hu Cai, the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, Fang Minghua saw the meeting documents and asked the question in his heart.

Hu Cai laughed and said, "Look at the document notice carefully. You are invited to attend!"

Damn!

What kind of word game is this.

"Minghua, don't think too much. Get ready to go with us." Hu Cai said.

"Okay."

The news that Fang Minghua was invited to attend this year's National Writers Association Council quickly spread within the Provincial Writers Association, and immediately attracted the attention of some people.

This afternoon, Fang Minghua was reading a manuscript in the office when he heard someone knocking on the door. He looked up and saw that it was Jia Pingwa, who walked in with a briefcase in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"I went to the Writers Association compound to see Chairman Hu to report on the work of the Xijing Writers Association. It's still early before the end of get off work, so I came to sit with you. Didn't I disturb your work?" Jia Pingwa explained himself.

"No, sit down, sit down." Fang Minghua greeted warmly, stood up and poured another cup of tea for the other party.

"This is the Mingqian tea from the Hupao Spring in West Lake this year. How does it taste?"

Jia Pingwa was not polite either. He sat on the sofa and took a sip of the teacup. He praised.

"Well, this authentic West Lake Longjing is different from the ones bought on the market."

"I like it. Take some when you leave."

"Forget it. I feel embarrassed every time I take tea from you." Jia Pingwa shook his head: "This tea is not cheap, right?"

"I don't know. My wife took it from her second uncle's house. Her second uncle's parents are tea farmers in Hangzhou, and the tea garden is near Hupao Spring."

"Haha, Minghua, you married a daughter-in-law like Song Tangtang, you are enjoying yourself." Jia Pingwa looked envious.

Whatever he said, Fang Minghua had nothing to complain about a daughter-in-law like Song Tangtang.

She was pretty, good at both being a lady and a cook. As for the tea, he had never bought tea since they got married. Song Tangtang brought it back from her second uncle's hometown, and the Mingqian tea was placed on the desk every year.

He probably gave money, but Fang Minghua didn't ask.

After hearing what Jia Pingwa said, Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Brother Jia, your sister-in-law treats you well."

"She? Forget it, I won't say it." Jia Pingwa seemed to have something to hide.

Fang Minghua naturally didn't ask any more questions.

Jia Pingwa took another sip of tea, leaned forward and said, "Congratulations, Minghua, you have become a member representative." Fang Minghua laughed and said, "What is there to congratulate? Brother Jia, Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi and others have long been representatives of the Writers Association. What's the point of being a representative? Go to Yanjing for a meeting every five years and raise your hand. What's there to congratulate?" "But I heard that you went to Yanjing with Chairman Hu and others to attend the Writers Association Council meeting this time." "You were just invited to attend the meeting, and you don't even have the qualifications to speak or raise your hand There are no. Suddenly mysterious tone: "Minghua, do you know? From 85 to the present, four writers have died in the Council of the Association." Oh? In fact, he didn't pay much attention. This is your own analysis? "" I analyzed it, but eight or nine is not left! "In fact, Fang Minghua also has such a judgment, otherwise what is the council for you to start with one of you just selected as the representative of Yanjing? The Writers Association Council meeting is not an academic meeting, but to deal with some administrative affairs of the Writers Association. What good is there for an outsider like you to listen in?

Of course, as a party involved, he cannot say these things carelessly.

Now, after hearing Jia Pingwa's words, Fang Minghua immediately pretended to be surprised: "No way? I don't have enough experience."

"Not enough experience? How can the youngest vice chairman of the provincial writers' association and the youngest Mao Dun Prize winner not have enough information?"

After hearing Jia Pingwa's words, Fang Minghua did not answer, but just picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea.

"If you become rich, don't forget me!"

Jia Pingwa suddenly said this, and Fang Minghua almost spit out the tea he had just drunk.

"Brother Jia, what drama are you playing? We are all friends. In terms of positions, we are both vice chairmen of the Writers Association, and you have multiple positions. Even if I become a director of the National Writers Association, I am only one of the 236 directors. What power do I have? To put it bluntly, what is the difference between this director and our provincial writers' association director? Just study the documents and raise your hands." "Don't underestimate this. The chairman and vice chairman of the Writers Association are elected from the directors." Jia Pingwa shook his head. Seeing that Fang Minghua wanted to say something again, he quickly said: "Minghua, I'm not talking about this. I mean that our Qin Province writers, including Lu Yao and Zhongshi, have emerged in recent years. The works are also brilliant. They are already a force that cannot be ignored in the literary world. However, our Qin Province writers have a status in the National Writers Association. There is not even a vice chairman. They are all from Yanjing and Shencheng, and they have no say." That's true. Fang Minghua nodded. Now in the National Writers Association, the highest representative of Qin Province is the director, and there is not a single vice chairman from Qin Province! "Among the older generation of writers in our Qin Province, the most accomplished one is Liu Qing, but he passed away ten years ago. Then there is Du Pengcheng, who is now a member of the National Writers Association Council."

"Now it's our turn." Jia Pingwa said meaningfully.