Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Minghua smiled slightly after hearing this: "The guest does as he pleases."

"Okay, I'll call them next to each other."

Hai Yi was just about to pick up Big Brother when Fang Minghua suddenly said: "Hai Yi, do you know Jiang Wen? She graduated from Chinese drama."

"Why don't you know him? He lives in the compound at No. 5 Ministry of Internal Affairs Street. His film "Sunny Days" was shortlisted for this year's Venice International Film Festival. I heard that he is going to Venice to attend the awards ceremony."

"Yes, that's him."

"Call him? Okay! I'll give him a call."

Soon, Haiyi picked up Big Brother and started calling each other. The last person he called was Wang Shuo.

At this time, Wang Shuo had divorced Shen Xujia and was living with Xu Jinglei in a high-end community at the west gate of Chaoyang Park.

"Wang Shuo, Brother Hai's phone number." Xu Jinglei, who was wearing a cool suspender skirt, picked up the phone and handed it to Wang Shuo, who was reading the newspaper with his legs crossed.

Wang Shuo put down the newspaper and took over Big Brother.

"It's me."

"What?!" Wang Shuo suddenly sat upright.

"Oh, Haiyi, wait a minute. I have something urgent. I'll call you later." Without waiting for the other party to answer, he hung up the phone, put the phone on the coffee table, and lit one. Hua Zi" fell into deep thought.

"Wang Shuo, what's wrong?" Seeing her boyfriend's expression, Xu Jinglei felt a little strange and couldn't help but ask.

"Hai Yi called just now and said that Fang Minghua will stay at his Kunlun Hotel when he comes to Yanjing. He plans to invite Fang Minghua and let me accompany him in the evening." Wang Shuo said slowly.

"Fang Minghua? Are you the writer Minghua?"

"Apart from him, who else, Fang Minghua, can let Haiyi treat guests and invite a bunch of people to accompany him?"

"Okay, let's go. Minghua is talented and handsome. I haven't seen him in person yet? Can you take me with you tonight?" Xu Jinglei said.

Seeing his little girlfriend's excited expression, Wang Shuo said, "I haven't decided whether to go or not."

"What's the point of this? It's all about eating and playing."

Wang Shuo didn't answer.

When the smart Xu Jinglei saw him like this, she immediately thought of something, rolled her eyes and said:

"Wang Shuo, people in the literary and art circles now say that there are two circles for the younger generation, the Beijing circle and the northwest circle. In the Beijing circle, you, Wang Shuo, and you can write articles about laughter and anger with just one pen. You have Lu Xun's posture in history. In the film and television circles, He is also the one who can call upon the wind and rain, and is invincible. Except for Fang Minghua, who belongs to the Northwest Circle? "

Wang Shuo's mouth twitched.

Indeed.

He has won literary awards at home and abroad, and has been recognized by mainstream literary circles. The various novels he writes are both best-selling and literary.

In the film and television industry, Fang Minghua writes scripts one after another. More importantly, he actually controls Shengshi Film and Television, and the Haima Studio he runs is simply inferior.

Although he never said it on the surface, in his heart he had to admit that he was worse than Fang Minghua.

Seeing Wang Shuo like this, Xu Jinglei thought of something, hugged his shoulders affectionately and said, "Wang Shuo, actually I don't think there is much conflict between you and Fang Minghua, right? Fang Minghua doesn't seem to have much hostility towards you. , you see that many people in the literary world wrote so many scolding articles about you some time ago, but Fang Minghua and others, including the entire northwest circle, were quiet and no one got involved. "

Indeed.

Some time ago, Wang Shuo's life was very difficult. During the "Humanistic Spiritual Discussion", many people criticized him verbally and in writing, but the Northwest Circle, who was secretly fighting with them, did not take the opportunity to attack.

Even Jia Pingwa, who was scolded most harshly by herself for "The Wasted City", remained silent.

If the northwest circle, especially Fang Minghua, jumps in, his pen and his influence in the literary and art circles will be enough for him to have another good drink.

This made him feel a bit lucky.

But how could he, who had always been arrogant, admit in front of his little girlfriend that Fang Minghua had let him go intentionally or unintentionally?

So he said: "Why would Fang Minghua scold me? Didn't you see that those people put me and Zhang Yimou together? Doesn't scolding me mean scolding Zhang Yimou? Is he willing?!"

"Wang Shuo, with Fang Minghua's intelligence, why wouldn't you pick Zhang Yimou out of it? After all, Zhang Yimou only made one movie, and the movie also won a foreign award! It is officially recognized! Just curse a few words, you are the one That’s the point!”

Wang Shuo's expression changed. His little girlfriend had always been extremely smart, and he had to admit that her analysis was right.

Seeing Wang Shuo like this, he smiled and kissed him on the face: "From another perspective, you and Zhang Yimou were criticized by those people at the same time. This means that you and their northwest circle are in the same trench. You should It’s better to share the same hatred! Today is an opportunity! Let’s take advantage of Haiyi’s treat and have a few drinks with Fang Minghua, so any misunderstandings between us will disappear.”

How can it be that simple?

Wang Shuo smiled bitterly.

In fact, I have long known in my heart that the conflict with Fang Minghua is not the reason why you are in this circle and I am in that circle, but is caused by differences in personality, philosophy of doing things, and attitudes towards literature.

In a word: If you are not from the same place, you will not be able to play together.

But Wang Shuo nodded in agreement when he saw his little girlfriend was so enthusiastic about the matter.

Besides, Haiyi’s face must be given.

"I'll call Brother Haiyi." Xu Jinglei picked up the phone number on the coffee table very attentively, dialed a few numbers and handed it to Wang Shuo.

"Hai Yi, I'm Wang Shuo. I just resigned and had to take care of some urgent matters. Did you mean that Hua came to Yanjing? Will he stay in your hotel? OK, I'll come in the evening. I haven't seen him for a long time. Let's have a drink together. "

"Well, you should also call Feng Xiaogang."

"Okay, I'll call him."

Wang Shuo put down his mobile phone after saying that.

"6:30 p.m., room 666 of Jinyuan Restaurant."

"Okay!" Xu Jinglei jumped up.

"Wang Shuo, what do you think I should wear?" Xu Jinglei said to the mirror.

"You look good in any clothes." Wang Shuo looked at his girlfriend with a doting look.

At 6:30 p.m., room 666 of Jinyuan Restaurant of Kunlun Hotel was very lively. Hai Yan, Liu Zhenyun, Ma Weidu, Ge You, Zhao Baogang, Feng Xiaogang, Jiang Wen. These are the new upstarts in the literary and art circles of Yanjing City. There are already legends about them in the world.

Fang Minghua was arranged to sit in the upper seat, with Hai Yan, the host, sitting on the left, and two empty seats on the right.

After a few minutes, the waiter led two people in.

Wang Shuo was walking in front. He was dressed casually, with a round neck shirt, a big pair of pants underneath, and flip-flops popular among Yanjing men in summer.

But the girl following behind was dressed very fashionably, with a red short-sleeved T-shirt, a blue denim skirt with suspenders, long hair, and light makeup.

Xu Jinglei.

Fang Minghua took a look and found that Xu Jinglei's face was not particularly beautiful, and her facial features were ordinary, but when combined together, she looked attractive.

Calm, introverted, confident, calm, and with an unconcealed arrogance, it was no wonder that a group of men, including Wang Shuo, went crazy for her.