Back to 80: My Literary Life

Human potential is indeed great. Fang Minghua gave up his usual fishing state and revised and transcribed day and night. It took him four days to revise the 50,000-word novel.

More than 10,000 words per day

When I came to this era in the future, I used to code and write Internet articles, and I didn't even get to the point where I could type 10,000 yuan a day using a computer.

Um.

It's quite a sense of accomplishment.

Fang Minghua rubbed his somewhat sleepy wrist.

Wash your feet and go to bed. I'll send it out early tomorrow morning, two thick registered letters.

Southern Xinjiang, Xingning.

Song Tangtang had just finished rehearsal, covered in sweat, and came out of the training room with a group of female soldiers.

Their group received an order from their superiors and was about to report to Yanjing to perform, so they took the time to rehearse in the past few days.

"Song Tangtang, your letter!"

The orderly came hurriedly from a distance, holding a letter and shouting to Song Tangtang.

"Wow, it's so thick? Who sent it?" A girl with an oval face next to her was surprised when she saw the thick letter.

Her name is Meng Hongxia, and she has a relatively good relationship with Song Tangtang.

"I don't know either." Song Tangtang took the letter and looked at the font. It was written by Fang Minghua!

"Wow, the address is "Yanhe" magazine in Xijing. It must be a letter from writer Fang, right?" Meng Hongxia's sharp eyes saw the address on the envelope at a glance.

"Last time I sent White Rabbit toffee, what will it be this time?" Meng Hongxia asked.

"It's so thick, it must be a love letter." A girl next to me said with a smile.

Wow! love letter!

The eyes of the girls around him suddenly showed the blazing fire of gossip.

"Song Tangtang, let's see if it's a love letter!" a girl said with a smile.

"It must be, otherwise who could write it so thickly? Open it quickly!" Someone immediately encouraged.

"Hey, if it's a love letter, do you have the nerve to read it?! This is called personal privacy!" Meng Hongxia quickly defended the rights and interests of her good friends and said to the female soldier who yelled the most fiercely:

"Liu Fang, did your fellow countryman let us read the letter he wrote to you?!"

"It's not written for you, why are you arguing?" Liu Fang seemed a little unconvinced.

The two were arguing, but Song Tangtang quietly opened the envelope and took out the thick letter paper.

"Tangtang?" Meng Hongxia was a little surprised.

"It won't be a love letter." Song Tangtang smiled: "Maybe it's a manuscript."

Sure enough, on the first page of the thick letter paper were written the words "The Sun Also Rises"!

"Wow, Writer Fang asked you to review the manuscript for him. He trusts you so much?" Liu Fang started to make noise again.

"How about you come to the trial?" Song Tangtang looked at her.

"Fang Minghua said that this is a stream of consciousness novel. The writing technique is relatively novel and many people can't understand it." After speaking, he raised another piece of paper and explained.

Liu Fang was immediately dumbfounded.

She didn't graduate from junior high school. She was recruited into the art troupe because of her beauty. You can ask her to sing and dance without any problem. She doesn't like to read books at all, so she helps others read manuscripts?

Or what kind of stream of consciousness?

Never heard of it.

Seeing that the female soldiers around him were silent, Song Tangtang put the manuscript into the envelope again and walked forward alone.

After returning to his dormitory, Song Tangtang was not in a hurry. He took a towel and washbasin to the barracks bathhouse and took a shower. He put on clean clothes and twisted his wet hair. Then he sat on the bedside and held the manuscript. Read it carefully.

I quickly became immersed in reading.

"Tangtang, let's go to the cafeteria to eat!" Meng Hongxia pushed Song Tangtang's arm, waking her up from reading.

I looked at my watch, oops, two hours had passed before I knew it!

She quickly put down the manuscript and went to find the dishes and chopsticks.

Seeing her like this, Meng Hongxia couldn't help but ask: "Tangtang, is the writing beautiful?"

Song Tangtang shook his head, with a trace of confusion on his face: "It's not easy to understand, but I think it's very interesting!"

In the past few days, apart from rehearsing, eating and sleeping, Song Tangtang spent most of his time quietly in the dormitory alone, reading the manuscript over and over again, and taking out his notebook from time to time to record something.

"Tangtang, we are going to Yanjing tomorrow, why don't you pack your luggage?" Meng Hongxia looked at Song Tangtang who was sitting at the table and reading the manuscript carefully, and couldn't help but ask.

After hearing this, Song Tangtang closed the thick manuscript and said to Meng Hongxia, who was sitting on the bed opposite: "Hongxia, I finally understand."

Looking at Song Tangtang, who was a little haggard but full of joy, Meng Hongxia couldn't help but persuade her: "Why bother? If you don't understand, just stop reading. Just write to him and tell him directly."

Song Tangtang shook his head.

"Since he lets me watch it and trusts me, of course I will do my best to do it." At this point, Song Tangtang smiled and said loudly: "Ha! This guy is really bad!"

"Ah, who is so bad?!" Meng Hongxia was confused.

"Fang Minghua!"

"ah?!"

"He wrote four stories in his novel, which can be summarized as madness, love, gun, and dream respectively. The chronological order of these four stories in the book is out of order. According to the normal chronological order, it should be 4, 2, 1 ,3.”

"The story fragment from 1958 is at the front, and then Old Tang and Teacher Liang appear. Then, Mom goes crazy, Old Tang and his wife are sent down to the village. The four stories express a common theme, which is the pursuit of love and desire. , but the result was good, he reversed the order of the story and made it 1, 2, 3, 4! So it was confusing to watch."

"What's more important is that in the novel, the crazy mother, the squad leader, Teacher Liang, and Old Tang all have the same ending: disappearance in various forms. The mad mother's body disappears, Teacher Liang hangs himself and his subjective consciousness disappears , the squad leader was shot and disappeared, as for Old Tang, it’s more obscure.”

Meng Hongxia was stunned when she saw Song Tangtang, who was looking excited and talking like a machine gun.

Why did seeing the cold and aloof Song Tangtang become so excited?

Song Tangtang talked excitedly for a while, then noticed Meng Hongxia's expression, and suddenly thought of something: "Hey, I forgot, you haven't read this novel yet. It's really good!"

"No, I don't dare to read it even if it's good." Meng Hongxia said with a smile: "I'm a stupid person, so if you ask me to read "Youth", it's not bad. As for this book, I heard what you said is a bit over the top. "

"I'll write him a reply! Try to send it out today!"

After Song Tangtang finished speaking, he took out the letter paper from the drawer, picked up the pen and started writing.

Meng Hongxia looked at Song Tangtang's back from behind and couldn't help but shake her head.

Literature is so powerful.

No, it should be that young man named Fang Minghua who lives far away in Xijing is so charming.

It actually caused the girl who had always been aloof and arrogant to fall into some kind of madness.

Song Tangtang quickly wrote a letter, mainly about his feelings after reading this novel, which lasted six pages.

Finally, I mailed it before closing at the temporary post office set up in the military camp.

You can go to Yanjing with peace of mind.

Song Tangtang looked at the sun that had turned to the west and thought to himself.

Although a little tired.

But very happy.

What the girl didn't expect was that Fang Minghua didn't see the letter she wrote.

Because, while the letter was still on its way from southwest to northwest, Fang Minghua got a piece of news:

The General Political Repertory Troupe had rehearsed a play, "Youth" had been performed, and he was specially invited to Yanjing to watch it.

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PS: Starting today, the fourth round of new book recommendations will depend on whether it can break my historic record and whether it can reach Sanjiang.

However, I am not optimistic now. The collection is too small compared with several books in the same period, and it has not reached 10,000 yet.

Finally, I hope you will give me support, favorites, votes, and more importantly, follow-up reading! Read more!