Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Everyone just read and discussed in general at this meeting. I don't know if there will be a vote at the next meeting." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

"Then, can you tell us in detail how the judges evaluated "White Deer Plain" written by Zhongshi?"

Hearing Jia Pingwa's words, the other two also looked at him.

Fang Minghua touched a card, hesitated and said: "Then I will reveal something. Most of the judges have given good reviews for this book."

"Haha. Zhongshi, did you hear that? There is absolutely no problem for your book to win the award!" Jia Pingwa said to Chen Zhongshi with a smile.

Chen Zhongshi smiled on his wrinkled face.

Although he was over fifty years old and had experienced a lot of things, he had long been indifferent to fame and fortune. But it was of course a very happy thing that the book he wrote with his life's hard work could win the highest honor in the country in the literary world.

"But." Fang Minghua suddenly made a "turn", and the three of them stopped what they were doing and looked at him together.

Fang Minghua looked at Chen Zhongshi.

"Teacher Chen, did you receive a call from the jury office asking you to revise some of the plots in the novel?"

"No." Chen Zhongshi shook his head: "Up to now, I haven't received any notice from the jury."

"That's fine. Let's continue playing cards, three of a kind!"

Fang Minghua casually played a card.

"Win!" Lu Yao, who was sitting below Fang Minghua, smiled and pushed the cards: "Three, six, nine, shout!"

"Oh my god, Brother Lu, why are you so lucky today?" Fang Minghua was surprised.

"Hehe. Thank you, thank you."

"No, I have to concentrate. I haven't won yet." Fang Minghua said while sorting the cards.

After playing mahjong for most of the night, Fang Minghua made an exception and didn't get up early the next morning. His wife went to work, and he was still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

In the office of the Chinese Writers Association in the Yanjing Agricultural Exhibition Hall thousands of miles away, a man looked at the meeting minutes compiled by Chen Jiangong, director of the jury office, with a gloomy face.

Zhai Taifeng, secretary of the Party Group of the Writers Association.

"What's going on? The judges give such a high evaluation to this "White Deer Plain"?" Zhai Taifeng asked.

Hearing Zhai Taifeng's tone was not good, Chen Jiangong hurriedly explained: "Secretary Zhai, these are the original words of the judges at that time, and the staff recorded them in a realistic manner. I have checked them."

Zhai Taifeng became even angrier after hearing this.

He looked down on this book!

The content was too superficial and vulgar, and the descriptions in some places were explicit. More importantly, there were problems with the political tendency in some places in the book!

This is a position of right and wrong!

Now seeing that most of the judges on the jury were optimistic about this book, he was immediately furious and slammed the table: "What's so good about "White Deer Plain"?! When I first evaluated it in the reading class, I said that this book had problems, but you insisted on evaluating it!"

Chen Jiangong was neither humble nor arrogant, and continued to explain: "Secretary Zhai, this is not my opinion alone, this is the will of all the judges in the reading class, and you can't say that we can't evaluate it."

Seeing the other party talking back, Zhai Taifeng was so angry, but he had nothing to say.

According to the selection plan, no one may interfere with the work of the reading class and the members of the jury! Even as the de facto head of the Writers Association, I cannot do that!

After a while, Chen Jiangong saw that the other party had calmed down a little, so he asked: "Secretary Zhai, the first meeting ended successfully. When will the second meeting be held? Arrange according to the plan."

"Put it aside for now." Zhai Taifeng interrupted Chen Jiangong unceremoniously and replied coldly: "Wait for the party group to hold a meeting to study it before talking about it!"

Chen Jiangong was stunned, and wanted to say something but didn't say it. He put the minutes of the meeting on the table and turned away.

He never thought that this delay would take a whole year!

Fang Minghua certainly didn't know these inside stories. His mind was now back on writing the third part of "Harry Potter".

Of course, the phone calls and emails with Li Li became more frequent. In addition to the publishing house, her health was more important.

Fortunately, everything went well. In order to reassure Fang Minghua, Li Li would take photos of the post-natal examination report and send it to Fang Minghua as an email attachment every time.

Unfortunately, the attachment was too large, and Fang Minghua's slow network could not download it at all.

Time flies to mid-July, and the two children are on vacation, clamoring for their parents to take them out to play.

"I don't have time." Song Tangtang is in her study, with a pile of documents on the desk.

"Mom has to go to Yanjing in a few days to audit the office's finances, and also go to the Guohua Film and Television Base in Xianghe, Langfang to check the filming of "Kangxi's Private Visits" and the finances of the crew. It's very busy."

"How about Ruirui, Lele, go to Yanjing with mom to play? Mom is working, and you will live in the grandpa's house."

Song Tangtang looked up at the two children and asked.

"I don't want to go to Yanjing, I want to go to Shanghai and climb the Oriental Pearl Tower!" Ruirui pouted and said: "Zhang Yuanyuan in our class climbed it, it was fun!"

"Then you go find your dad and let him take you to play." Song Tangtang finished speaking, and his eyes returned to the pile of documents.

"I'll go find Dad!" The two children ran out immediately.

Next door is Fang Minghua's study. He is typing on the computer. When the two children come in, they beg him to take them to Shanghai.

Fang Minghua really doesn't want to go out.

It's so hot, it's hot to go anywhere.

"Dad, let's go, please. My good dad." The daughter shook Fang Minghua's arm and started to act like a spoiled child.

"Okay, let's go to Shanghai and climb the Oriental Pearl Tower!" Fang Minghua immediately gave in.

"Oh, we are going to Shanghai. I'll tell mom!" The two children ran out again.

Fang Minghua shook her head.

Let's go, and take a look at the old house bought on Julu Road last winter.

Since they decided to go to Shanghai, Song Tangtang packed the luggage for the two children, and Fang Minghua called Zhao Hongjun in Shanghai to tell him about it and help book a hotel.

"Minghua, you want to bring your children to Shanghai to play? Can you help bring my Minmin to play with you? His mother doesn't want to come to Shanghai, and I have a lot of things to do here recently and can't go back." Zhao Hongjun said on the phone.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if we take two or three." Fang Minghua said with a smile, "Call Wang Xia and tell her the situation. We plan to fly here on July 15th. Let's book the tickets together."

"Okay, I'll call Wang Xia right away."

Rui Rui was very happy to hear that Minmin was also going to Shanghai to play.

Although they were not in the same school after elementary school, they still visited each other frequently.

On the morning of July 15th, Fang Minghua carried a suitcase and took the three children. Song Tangtang drove them to Xianyang International Airport and took the plane to Shanghai.