Back to 80: My Literary Life

After putting the moved things into the office of the Writers Association, Fang Minghua asked Zhang Baofu to ride a tricycle back to the magazine office to do his own business.

I tidied up the office alone, and it didn't take long to tidy up everything in order.

not bad.

Fang Minghua was still satisfied when he looked at the office.

Although the room area here is smaller than that of the magazine office, the bungalow has a small yard outside and is shaded by green trees, making it quieter than the magazine office.

It doesn't really matter.

I won't come to work every day. Unless I have meetings or other things, I will never come, just like Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi.

What we want is this kind of freedom.

After Fang Minghua cleaned up the office, he rode his 28-meter big bar slowly home. Song Tangtang was taking care of his two children at home.

If there is nothing else to do on the weekend, I will take the two children back to my home to take care of them, which will increase the relationship with the children and allow both parents to rest.

Song Tangtang was reading fairy tales to the two children. When he saw Fang Minghua coming in, he greeted: "Have you finished moving the things?"

"Um."

Fang Minghua took off his coat and sat on the sofa.

"The Red Army called you just now." Song Tangtang said.

"What's the matter?"

"He heard that you were working at a magazine and wanted you to come to our company."

"I'm not going to jump from one fire pit to another?" Fang Minghua flatly refused.

"I told him a long time ago that I am only responsible for making capital contributions and do not hold any position in the company! He is jealous of my leisure time!"

"At your age, other men are eager to have more careers, but you are always hiding." Song Tangtang said angrily.

"Then they don't know how to live! Do people live to work? No, to enjoy! Okay, don't talk about this. You have a rest and I will tell stories to the children. I will go out later."

"What are you doing out there?"

"Did you forget? Buy a car!"

Fang Minghua has long wanted to buy another car.

The Mazda at home is mainly used by his wife. Her work place is far away and it is inconvenient to take the bus to and from get off work. Fang Minghua has no choice but to ride the 28-meter bar by himself.

I used to be the editor-in-chief of a magazine. Everyone commuted to get off work by bicycle. If I bought a car at home, I would worry about others talking behind my back.

No need to worry now.

I don’t have to work every day.

Besides, I don’t even want salary from my employer now, I spend my own money!

Some time ago, he had long been interested in a car and was waiting to buy it after he was transferred to the Writers Association.

Instead of buying a car, he settled on an off-road vehicle, the Toyota LC70 Land Cruiser!

This off-road vehicle is called a "living fossil" and people are still driving it until thirty years ago, which is enough to prove its superior performance.

The four-wheel drive, six-cylinder V-type engine is full of power, and the interior space is large, making it very suitable for a family of four to travel.

Of course, the price is not cheap, all taxes and fees add up to 520,000!

We are not short of money anyway, and the current inflation is so severe that the banking industry is still losing money.

The news that Fang Minghua resigned from the position of editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" somehow spread more and more widely. After hearing the news, some magazines from other provinces immediately extended an olive branch to him and invited him to be the editor-in-chief. The conditions were very favorable.

The most impressive thing was that a magazine in Shenzhen invited him to be the editor-in-chief and offered him an annual salary of 30,000 yuan! The bonus is linked to magazine sales and calculated separately!

Well, that’s equivalent to a monthly salary of 2,000+.

Fang Minghua's monthly salary at "Yanhe" magazine is only 600+.

Unfortunately:

The thing that can't move Fang Minghua's heart the most now is money.

In the past few years, including the copyright income from the Mainland, Hong Kong, Taiwan and Japan, and the dividends from Shengshi Company, more than 8 million yuan has been lying in the account, and the income has continued to enter the account.

Not counting those from the United States, they are all in U.S. dollars.

He was worried about how to spend it. Should he go to Yanjing and buy a courtyard house or simply go to Xiangjiang to buy a house? Do you still care about the tens of thousands of dollars you make this year? !

I politely declined them all.

However, a man came to his door and he could not refuse.

Liu Jianjun.

He was not his brother-in-law but the vice president of Western University, the former head of the Chinese Department.

"Principal Liu, drink tea." Fang Minghua greeted warmly in his living room: "Longjing in Hupao Spring."

Looking at the tea leaves with emerald green color and rich aroma, Liu Jianjun sighed: "Minghua, you still enjoy it."

"This is tea produced in my wife's second uncle's hometown. At least the quality is guaranteed." Fang Minghua explained with a smile.

"It's not bad." Liu Jianjun tasted it and said, "Minghua, how have you considered what I told you?"

It turns out that Liu Jianjun approached Fang Minghua some time ago and invited him to be a visiting professor at Western University and come to the school from time to time to give lectures on literary theory.

Now that the matter was brought up again, Fang Minghua expressed some embarrassment: "Principal Liu, you think it's okay for me to give lectures occasionally and be a visiting professor in your school? I only have a correspondence college diploma. If I am known as a professor, people will laugh at me!"

"Oh, you are considering this." Liu Jianjun thought for a moment: "Don't you want a diploma? It's simple, our school is running a writer's class, you name it, and we will issue you a bachelor's degree diploma after graduation."

After Liu Jianjun finished speaking, he suddenly felt that it was not appropriate: "I also plan to ask you to give a lecture to the writer's class. Are you both a student and a teacher? It doesn't seem appropriate."

Fang Minghua looked at him blankly and said to himself.

"Don't worry, Minghua, I promise to solve the diploma problem for you. You will definitely be worthy of your title of visiting professor!" Liu Jianjun finally said.

Liu Jianjun invited Fang Minghua to give lectures after the Western University Writers Class started last year, but he declined because he was too busy with work.

Now that you are no longer the editor-in-chief, what are you busy with? Anyway, I don’t go to class every day, just occasionally.

And since they are all acquaintances and friends, they still have to give face.

"Okay, I agree, let's start next semester." Fang Minghua decided.

"Next semester, why not start from this semester?" Liu Jianjun asked.

"In your school, are there still students in class now?" Fang Minghua was slightly surprised.

After hearing this, Liu Jianjun sighed deeply and didn't know what to say.

"Let's go to next semester. If you have time, come to Western University and sign an agreement with the school." Liu Jianjun finally said.

"OK, no problem."

It’s May, and although it’s early summer, the weather is very hot this year, and the whole world is filled with restlessness and uneasiness.

Fang Minghua had the urge to escape from the city.

It's late afternoon and it's hot outside. Fang Minghua practices calligraphy at home alone.

What I practiced was Ouyang Xun's calligraphy calligraphy "Zhong Ni Meng Dian Tie".

Song Tangtang didn't go to work either—Shengshi Company had been on holiday since the beginning of May, and she went back to her parents' home to visit her daughter.

The room was very quiet, but Fang Minghua couldn't calm down.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Fang Minghua went to open the door and saw Zhao Hongjun standing at the door, holding a large plastic bag in his hand.

"Damn! There are parades everywhere and traffic jams everywhere!" Zhao Hongjun cursed and walked into the living room and put the big plastic bag on the coffee table.

Only then did Fang Minghua see clearly that they were some cooked cold dishes.

"I'm not at work, so I have nothing to do with you for a drink." Zhao Hongjun said.

"Okay, I'll get the beer." Fang Minghua took out a few cans of beer from the refrigerator, and the two sat in the living room eating and chatting. "

"Damn, the whole Xijing City is in a mess. I can't stay here. I really want to go out for a walk." Zhao Hongjun complained.

"Don't tell me, I have this idea too. Where do you want to go?" Fang Minghua asked.

"We definitely can't go to big cities. It's probably the same as Xijing City. We might as well go to the countryside and the frontiers to see the great rivers and mountains of our motherland!"

"Yeah, that's fine. Tell me a specific place."

"How about we go to the place where we jumped in line and take a look?" Zhao Hongjun said.