Back to 80: My Literary Life

After a while, Du Pengcheng raised his head, took off his reading glasses and said to Fang Minghua: "Xiao Fang, I probably took a look at it first. It's generally pretty good, but I need to read it carefully. So, you leave me here first and wait. How about I come back to you after reading it?"

"Okay, Chairman Du, please take your time and take your time," Fang Minghua said.

"You are not in a hurry, but I am." Du Pengcheng smiled and said, "I hope that the writers in our Xijing Writers Association can publish more important novels like Xiao Lu! We will go to Yanjing for a meeting then. At this time, we old men’s faces will look bright.”

It seems that the Writers Association is also a big world.

Now that the matter was done, Lu Yao and Fang Minghua took the opportunity to say goodbye and left the courtyard. Lu Yao wanted to go back to his home. Fang Minghua said, "Thank you, Brother Lu."

"Why are we being polite?" Lu Yao said: "To be honest, if you hadn't given so many good opinions on the movie I wrote, you probably wouldn't have published it so quickly. Don't forget, at six o'clock in the afternoon on weekends, we Instead of eating mutton dip this time, go to May Day Restaurant!"

Ah?

It's on a higher level.

"Okay, I will definitely go."

Today is only Tuesday, and there are still several days until Saturday. Although he is no longer writing a book, Fang Minghua still has a lot of things to do.

Need to review.

Correspondence courses require a final exam!

We don’t require high scores, just long live sixty.

He still had to go to work on Saturday, and Fang Minghua didn't sleep in. He got up at around seven in the morning and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast. Then he returned to his room, spread out his textbook and didn't read a few pages when he heard footsteps approaching from far away.

"Fang Minghua, Fang Minghua."

Fang Minghua hurried out and saw Wang Juan in the office.

"The Writers Association just called and asked you to go to Chairman Du's office."

There are results!

Fang Minghua perked up.

He immediately locked the door and rushed to the Writers Association on his bicycle.

After entering the gate, he put his bicycle in the shed and hurried towards the small courtyard where Du Pengcheng lived.

The office door was ajar, and Fang Minghua knocked on the door and entered.

Du Pengcheng saw him coming in and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Xiao Fang, sit down, sit down."

Then he picked up the pile of manuscripts from the desk and handed it to him personally: "Xiao Fang, I have finished reading your novel. Overall it is very good! It is unique in the literature of scars everywhere, and the angle is novel. Liu Feng, Sui Zi, The images of Miao Miao and several art troupe soldiers are also lifelike. Of course, there are some problems with certain plots and wording, so I helped you correct them."

Fang Minghua opened it and saw that Du Pengcheng's handwriting had been modified on almost every page. Some of them were inappropriate words and descriptions, and some were just typos.

"Thank you." Fang Minghua was very grateful.

"Xiao Fang, where will you submit this novel?" Du Pengcheng asked.

"I haven't decided yet." Fang Minghua said matter-of-factly.

Du Pengcheng pondered for a moment after hearing this:

"Well, you vote for "October" first. They still prefer military novels. Also, I called Deputy Editor Zhang of "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art". After communication between the two magazines, they decided to publish a book like Lu Yao's , and they should support it if they publish a single book, a military novel."

Wow. Another draft and two submissions, I like it!

"Hey, we writers are all poor! The Writers Association can't help much, so we can only use this method to let you get more royalties." Du Pengcheng finally sighed and said.

A very down-to-earth leader.

Such leadership is great!

Fang Minghua was very impressed.

Looking at his manuscript, he suddenly thought of something and asked tentatively: "Chairman Du, can you write a preface to my novel?"

"Write a preface? Okay, I don't write for normal novels, but for military novels, I agree!"

ha!

made money!

Fang Minghua felt happy.

Although Du Pengcheng's reputation cannot be compared with that of Mao Dun and Ba Jin, he is still unique in terms of military novels. Who asked him to write "Defending Yan'an".

After coming out of Du Pengcheng's office, Fang Minghua hurried back to his office on his bicycle. Now his task is to rewrite it based on Du Pengcheng's modifications.

Fang Minghua's head was a bit big when he thought of more than a hundred pages of manuscript paper, and it was too painful to write by hand.

The problem is, you have to write it twice!

Give it to two magazines.

Either go for mimeographing, but the problem is that the mimeographing also has to be engraved on wax paper, which is even more troublesome.

Do you want someone to help?

Forget it, this is what others do, so don't be opportunistic. It's a matter of attitude.

Painful and happy.

Fang Minghua took out the manuscript paper and started writing.

On Saturday afternoon, Fang Minghua was lying in front of his desk, holding a cattail leaf fan in one hand and a pen in the other, writing a manuscript, when Lu Yao's voice came from the yard.

"Xiao Fang, let's go!"

Oops

Lu Yao is in for a treat!

He quickly put the manuscript in the drawer, locked the door and walked out.

"Have Chairman Du read the movie "Youth" you wrote?" Lu Yao asked with concern.

"I saw it." Fang Minghua didn't hide anything and told Lu Yao exactly what happened that day when he saw Du Pengcheng again.

"Okay. It looks like you'll have to treat me later." Lu Yao smiled after hearing this.

"As long as it is published, I will definitely invite you!"

The two of them chatted and laughed, rode their bicycles out of the magazine office, and rode toward East Street.

The May Day Hotel is located near Dacha City. It is a time-honored hotel in Xijing. After the two arrived by bicycle, they entered a private room. Not long after, Jia Pingwa, Chen Zhongshi, Li Tianfang and others arrived one after another, and the room became lively.

The May Day-style chicken and spicy lamb blood are all the restaurant's signature dishes, and the wine is of course the locals' favorite, the West Wind 60% wine.

After the food was served, everyone naturally raised a glass to congratulate Lu Yao for publishing his new work, and it was adopted by two magazines at the same time.

Lu Yao was so proud of the spring breeze that he did not refuse the toast.

When it was Fang Minghua's turn, he picked up the wine glass and said respectfully: "Brother Lu, I wish your masterpieces will be popular and you will write better works in the future!"

"Xiao Fang, each other, isn't your novel about to be published soon?" Lu Yao said with a smile.

"What? Xiaofang's novel is also finished?" Jia Pingwa, who was gnawing on chicken feet, heard this and immediately raised her head and asked.

"The military novel "Youth" he wrote was read by Chairman Du. Chairman Du said it was very good and planned to recommend it to "October" and "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art"." Lu Yao explained.

"Really? Xiaofang, then you have to treat me."

"The final draft has not been completed yet, and I don't know whether it will be published in the end." Fang Minghua was very modest.

"Xiao Fang, you don't understand this. How could a manuscript that Chairman Du nodded and approved not be published?" Jia Pingwa put down the chicken paw, wiped her hands and picked up the wine glass: "Then I have to toast you in advance."

"Yes, it's a double happiness today." Li Tianfang, who was sitting next to Fang Minghua, also smiled and raised his glass.

Fang Minghua had no choice but to drink this glass. He suddenly noticed that Chen Zhongshi seemed a little preoccupied and unhappy today.

Of course, in this situation, Fang Minghua couldn't ask in detail.

Thanks to book friends 20170206113651916, book friends 530301, book friends 20221112215615239, Lai Ling, boring people don’t know you, 3720, 3383 for their monthly votes