Back to 80: My Literary Life

On the last night of the 1980s, snowflakes fell all night long.

The next morning, Fang Minghua got up and stood by the window of the hotel, seeing a vast expanse of white outside.

All the content of the Youth Entrepreneurship Conference is over, the writers exchange New Year greetings and then go their separate ways.

Fang Minghua said goodbye to his friends and was not in a hurry to return to Xijing. He wanted to visit Song Tangtang's grandmother and grandfather in the General Political Courtyard, which was a must every time he came to Yanjing.

The other thing is to take a look at the courtyard house in Shichahai.

After rushing to the General Political Courtyard with a travel bag, Fang Minghua met the two old people and had a meal at noon, and then Fang Minghua decided to go to Shichahai.

Entering the courtyard of my house deep in Liuya Hutong, the colorful purples and reds of summer have long since disappeared and are also covered with snow. However, there is a wintersweet planted in the corner in bloom, with a faint fragrance.

Stepping on the snow, Fang Minghua walked around in a big circle and saw that the door and window of Wang Zi's room in the east wing were closed, but he saw a pair of footprints in the snow from the door to the door, so he guessed that the girl had gone out.

In the remaining rooms, he opened the door with the key and looked around. He found nothing strange, and Fang Minghua left quietly.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Fang Minghua was a little confused, and finally decided to walk along Shichahai.

Shichahai is a bit desolate in winter. The lotus leaves that filled the pond in summer have disappeared, and the dead lotuses and branches in winter also look unique.

There were not many tourists in the park, so it seemed a bit deserted. I couldn’t tell which child was singing a song:

Let's paddle together

The boat pushes away the waves

The beautiful white pagoda is reflected in the sea

Surrounded by green trees and red walls

The singing is cheerful.

But Fang Ming looked at the empty lake and felt a little sad as he listened.

Maybe we can never go back to that era, right?

Shichahai is deserted everywhere, but one place is bustling with activity.

Shichahai Ice Rink.

This place often appears in Yanjing's film and television dramas. The heroes and heroines of TV dramas such as "Where Dreams Begin" and "Blood Romance" all met, knew each other and fell in love from the Shichahai Ice Rink. The scene of Liu Ye skating at the Shichahai Ice Rink was also filmed here during the hit movie "Old Paoer".

Fang Minghua walked over and saw that there were many people in the entire ice rink. Adults and children were all wearing thick cotton coats and hats and gloves, playing on the ice.

Also playing this year’s most popular songs:

Our Asian mountain has a high head

Our Asian rivers are like streams of hot blood

"Asian Heroes" is the promotional song for the 11th Asian Games to be held this year.

Fang Minghua did not go down, but stood on the shore and watched.

A girl wearing a yellow ski shirt, a fan knitted hat and a red scarf, wearing shoes with skates, shuttled among the crowd, leaving a silver bell-like laughter.

Fang Minghua looked carefully, with a smile on his face.

It turned out to be Wang Zi who lived in his courtyard.

After skating a few times, the girl seemed to notice Fang Minghua standing on the shore. She immediately slid in an arc and stopped in front of Fang Minghua, blessing him happily.

"Uncle Fang, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year! Are you up so early?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Get up early and go skating. I like skating!"

Ah?

A southern girl likes skating?

"Teacher Fang, can you skate?" Wang Zi asked.

Fang Minghua smiled and shook his head: "You go ahead and skate, I just want to take a look."

"Teacher Fang, wait a minute. I'll skate two more laps to find you." After saying that, the girl began to increase her strength and skated around the rink again, as light as a swallow.

Fang Minghua put his hands in his pockets and stood on the shore watching quietly.

After a while, the girl slid over again, carefully took off the skates on her feet and put them in her net bag.

"Teacher Fang, you attended the literary night of the concert at the Material Auditorium last night." Wang Zi said.

"How do you know? It didn't appear in newspapers and TV so soon, right?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"I went to see it last night, and I saw you were the first one to appear."

oh.

This evening is open to the public.

"How was it? How was the party?" Fang Minghua asked.

"This is the first time I have seen so many writers gathered together. Although I couldn't see clearly from the back, I was very happy," the girl said.

This is true.

Fang Minghua nodded slightly.

This kind of literary evening is almost unique.

Powerful writers in their prime in their thirties and forties are emerging together, appearing "on the same horizon"

"But."

"But what?" Fang Minghua asked curiously, looking at the girl's hesitant expression.

"Why do I feel like this party is bidding farewell to an era?"

Fang Minghua laughed.

This girl talks really interestingly.

It does look a bit like it.

Does the director really have this idea?

unknown.

The two chatted while walking and soon left Shichahai.

"Uncle Fang, let me ask you a favor." Wang Zi said.

"What's the deal?"

"Come back to the courtyard with me. You'll know then."

What's up? Make it mysterious.

Fang Minghua followed Wang Zi back to his courtyard and entered her room.

The girl put down her skates, took out a book from the bookshelf and handed it to Fang Minghua.

"Uncle Fang, please sign your name for me."

Fang Minghua took a look.

It turned out to be "Skywalker"!

Published?

It seems that Shu Bin acted quickly.

"The day before yesterday, on my way home from get off work, I went to Xinhua Bookstore and saw this poster posted on the wall outside, so I bought it. Today, I met you, you have to sign it for me."

"No problem!"

Fang Minghua picked up the pen on the desk and signed her name on the title page of the book.

"Thank you."

The girl put the book away carefully.

"Uncle Fang, it's almost time for lunch, I'll treat you to dinner."

"You're welcome, I'm going back to the General Political Department compound." Fang Minghua smiled and declined.

"You promised me that? Have you forgotten that you came to Yanjing last summer and said that if my novel was published and I received the royalties, I would treat you to dinner if you came to Yanjing!"

Oh, yes, that's what happened.

"Uncle Fang, my novel was published in "Yenjing Youth", look!" The girl happily took out a magazine from the bookshelf, opened it and handed it to Fang Minghua.

It was the "La La La".

Last year in Xijing, Song Tangtang bought it for Fang Minghua to read.

"Wang Zi, I've read your novel in Xijing a long time ago. It's well written. Keep up the good work!" Fang Minghua encouraged.

"Thank you. Then. Can I treat you this time? I'll treat you to KFC!" Wang Zi said again.

KFC?

The year before last (1987), the first KFC in the mainland opened near the front gate of Yanjing. The TV and newspapers also reported this.

People flocked to eat there, but I heard that the price is not cheap.

The cheapest set meal costs eight yuan, and this was the price in 1987. I don't know how much it has risen now.

For Fang Minghua, this amount of money is nothing, but he knows how much Wang Zi can earn as a waiter in a restaurant in a month?

And the manuscript fee is only a few dozen yuan at most.

It's not easy to live in Beijing.

What's more, the prices are so high now, and Wang Zi likes to read books. The pile of books in the room also cost a lot of money.

If I don't go, I will let the girl down.