Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Minghua enthusiastically picked up the mouse and clicked on the column, and found that there were very few articles in it.

"There aren't many submissions, are there?" he asked.

"Well, it has been in operation for more than a month. There are only six articles submitted and only a few dozen visits a day." Dai Jiali told the truth.

"Don't be anxious, take your time." Fang Minghua comforted:

"How many people in China have access to the Internet now? How many people know this website online? There are even fewer people who can write something on it. But I believe that it won't be long before Under the Banyan Tree will become the most attractive website on the Chinese Internet. An interesting literary website! ”

"I think so too." Dai Jiali was encouraged and continued: "Xiao Chen and I discussed whether we could select some of the literary books to be published by Shengshi Books that are suitable for publication on the Internet, and excerpt the outstanding storylines. Publish it on the website to increase the popularity of the website and at the same time promote the work.”

"Well, this is a good idea." Fang Minghua immediately agreed: "Of course, you can also write about Xiao Chen yourself. Mr. Dai said that you like literature, so you can try writing it."

After speaking, Fang Minghua looked at Chen Wanning.

"Okay, Teacher Minghua, let me try." Chen Wanning said.

"Teacher Minghua, can you write an article for the website? Encourage us." Dai Jiali took the opportunity to make a request.

"Okay." Fang Minghua agreed happily: "After I write it, I will send it to the mailbox of your website."

Very good!

After visiting Dai Jiali's literary website, Fang Minghua also talked with Shu Bin, the boss of Shengshi Books, hoping that he would fully support this website.

"Minghua, of course I will fully support it, but I want to say a few more words." Shu Bin said.

"oh?"

"I don't think their literary website has any profitability. It's still weak now and the investment is not high, but once it gets bigger, like Dai Jiali and the others said, it will definitely be a gold-eating beast!"

As expected, he is the boss of a big company and has a keen eye.

Many literary websites in the early days of the Internet eventually closed down because they had no profitability. Didn't Maopu, Xici Hutong, and even the most popular Tianya Community have to close down in the end?

The youthful memories of a generation were finally buried like this.

Now that Shu Bin raised this question, Fang Minghua responded with a smile: "I know, but don't worry, there will be a solution."

Shu Bin didn't know what the solution Fang Minghua was talking about, but it was hard to ask any more.

He is the real boss of the company!

After visiting the Shengshi Building, Fang Minghua drove his children to the old bungalow on Julu Road to have a look. Although it still looked a bit desolate, it was much better than last time. At least there were no weeds in the garden.

It seems that Zhao Hongjun has found someone to clean up.

After two more days of shopping in Shanghai, Fang Minghua took the plane back to Xijing with his three children.

After getting on the airport bus, Fang Minghua first sent Minmin back to her grandmother's house, and then returned to Nanfang Lane with her two children.

What greeted them was the enthusiastic German Shepherd bean sprouts.

Song Tangtang went to Yanjing, but before he came back, the nanny Xiaoqin was at home.

As soon as he got home, Fang Minghua urged his two children to do their summer homework quickly - they had been out playing for almost half a month and it was time to calm down.

The child was doing homework in his room, and Fang Minghua wanted to agree to Dai Jiali's offer in the study.

Since it is Internet literature, it is best to write about things related to the Internet.

"First Intimate Contact".

Fang Minghua thought of this Internet romance novel, which is known as "the pioneering work of Internet novels."

The whole story is not complicated. A girl named Qingwu Feiyang saw a very unique post on the Internet, and became curious about the owner of the post, the ruffian Cai.

They chatted online, agreed to meet, watched movies together, ate French fries and drank Coke together. During the relationship, the two people were evenly matched in a silent verbal contest, and each found their own fun, and their hearts gradually became compatible.

However, things didn't go as planned, and the fluttering butterfly disease became the end of this relationship. After Qingwu Feiyang passed away, all that was left to the ruffian Cai were a few letters and endless memories of the long night.

There is no mention of love in the whole story, but love is everywhere, and it makes you feel lost when you read it.

Once the novel was released, it caused a huge response on the Internet. Some classic words in the novel quickly poured into real life and became the mantra of many fashionable men and women.

Joker writers on the Internet also imitated it continuously, writing "The Second Intimate Contact" and "Another Intimate Contact".

From a purely literary point of view, this novel is a bit childish and somewhat random. However, Fang Minghua did not want to write it as a traditional pure literature. Instead of that, it would be better to go to a bookstore and buy a few physical books to read.

Turning on the computer, bringing up a blank Word document, Fang Minghua began to practice.

The beginning and end of "First Intimate Contact" are very interesting. The two sets of posts by Ruffian Cai and Qingwu Feiyang are both in the form of poems;

I met her online. How did it start? I can’t remember clearly, maybe it was because of one of my posts! That post said:

“If I had ten million, I could buy a house.

Do I have ten million? No.

So I still don't have a house.

If I have wings, I can fly.

Do I have wings? No.

So I can't fly either.

Even if you pour out the water in the entire Pacific Ocean, it still can't put out the fire of my love for you.

Can you pour out all the water in the Pacific Ocean? No.

So I don't love you. "

The ending is:

If I have one more day to live, I will be your girlfriend that day.

Do I have one more day to live? No.

So, it's a pity. I am still not your girlfriend in this life.

If I have wings, I will fly down from heaven to see you.

Do I have wings? No.

So, it's a pity. I can't see you from now on.

Even if you pour out the water in the entire bathtub, it still can't put out the flame of my love for you.

Can you pour out all the water in the bathtub? Yes!

So, yes. I love you.

Outside the window, the trees are green and the unknown birds are singing happily. The room is very quiet, with only the sound of Fang Minghua typing on the keyboard.

Fang Minghua likes this very innocent story very much. First love is beautiful.

In fact, I am no longer young.

Whether it is the stumbling before crossing or the smooth sailing after coming to this era, I am no longer young.

But I will still be moved by this story.

Although the novel is called "The First Intimate Contact", this intimate contact is limited to the unconscious touch of the fingers of the hero and heroine.

Good love may not have the determination of "Mountains are gone, the sky and the earth are united, and I dare to break up with you", nor the depth of "Ten years of life and death, no thought, no forget". Good love is more like a cup of tea, without waves, plain but lingering.

Just like a sour lemon that always envies the sweet smell of peaches, good love will lead it to know itself, like itself, and be itself.