Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Minghua didn't notice that the girl beside him had her thoughts messed up in the wind. He listened carefully to Jia Pingwa's lecture.

Unlike Jia Pingwa's novels such as "Abandoned Capital" and "Temporarily Sitting", which caused controversy, his prose has been well received in the literary world.

Some people say that as far as he is concerned, Jia Pingwa is the best at writing prose, followed by short stories and worst at novels, but he is famous for his several long novels.

His prose is delicate, long and thought-provoking, often showing a mysterious and smart oriental style, and also contains Buddhist philosophy.

Fang Minghua most likes to read his "First Record of Shangzhou" and "Record of Shangzhou", but they have not been written yet, but the published collection of essays "Wild Fire Collection" has already begun to show his skills in prose.

It’s always good to listen more.

After the class, everyone gave warm applause. Jia Pingwa put the lecture notes into her artificial leather bag, lit a cigarette as usual, walked off the podium, looked at Fang Minghua and said:

"Let's go, one piece."

Fang Minghua knew what he wanted to do. Fang Minghua was not sure whether the school would pay Jia Pingwa for giving lectures like this. After all, he came from Western University and had only graduated a few years ago.

But please have a meal at noon, that’s for sure.

And this is what Jia Pingwa means when greeting her now.

Fang Minghua smiled and shook his head, motioning for you to go.

Now that I am a student in a correspondence class, I still have to abide by some rules.

But Jia Pingwa didn't care so much. Seeing that he wouldn't leave, she simply grabbed Fang Minghua's arm: "Let's go, let's go, it's boring if you don't go drinking. I'll tell Director Liu that we are all his students now!"

Fang Minghua knew that the Director Liu he was talking about was Liu Jianjun, the director of the Chinese Department of Western University.

Fang Minghua had no choice but to pack his schoolbag. Of course, it was inappropriate to carry his schoolbag to eat, so he said to Li Li next to him, "Help me take my schoolbag. I have to go to class in the afternoon."

The girl looked at him blankly, seemingly unresponsive.

Fang Minghua didn't care and just followed Jia Pingwa out of the classroom.

"Hey you." Li Li woke up and called out, but the other party had disappeared.

Li Li turned her head and looked at the schoolbag and notebook left by Fang Minghua. Things that were very familiar in the past now looked a little strange.

When she turned around, she suddenly found that the students around her were looking at her. Their eyes seemed to be asking, what is the relationship between you and Fang Minghua?

Have you known him before?

What does it have to do with me?

How did I know it was him? !

He stuffed his notebook into his school bag and left in a hurry. Of course he would not forget someone's instructions.

So I had another schoolbag on me.

She had to find a place to sort out her thoughts. Li Li felt that her mind was very messy at the moment, even more messy than after finishing the seven final exams.

Fang Minghua didn't know that a girl had fallen into some kind of dizziness. He and Jia Pingwa left the classroom and went to the lobby on the first floor. They saw two men standing there. One was his Chinese teacher, Teacher Xu, and the other was the head of the department. Liu Jianjun.

Liu Jianjun is in his fifties. He is not only the deputy director of the Chinese Department of Western University, but also the executive director of the Anxi Branch of the Writers Association. Fang Minghua also knows him.

Liu Jianjun spoke authentic Guanzhong dialect. When he saw them coming down, he smiled and said to Fang Minghua: "Xiao Fang, it's not our fault. It was Ping Wa who exposed your identity."

"Director Liu, don't blame me for this, it will happen sooner or later." Jia Pingwa took over the conversation and said.

"It doesn't matter, Director Liu, Teacher Xu, no matter what my status is, I still have to take correspondence courses. I also want to get a diploma from Western University." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Look, Xiaofang is so humble." Liu Jianjun praised.

"But, Director Liu, I am under greater pressure." Teacher Xu sighed.

Everyone laughed.

The place to eat was in the school's teachers' cafeteria, and it wasn't very fancy. They added two extra dishes and asked for a bottle of Zephyr. The four of them chatted while eating.

While chatting, we actually came across Fang Minghua's article "The Sun Also Rises" which has not yet been officially published.

Of course Fang Minghua was embarrassed to say anything more, but Jia Pingwa highly praised this novel.

"Director Liu, I was shocked after reading it! Really shocked! Let's put it this way, the article "Life" written by Lu Yao reached a peak from the perspective of literature and art, but the writing techniques and techniques are not as good as this one in my opinion. "The Sun Also Rises."

"The novels written by Brother Lu have a strong flavor of realism and life. They are very simple and down-to-earth." Fang Minghua said quickly.

"I didn't say that Lu Yao's writing style is bad, but isn't it a bit scary that all articles in the world are the same?" Jia Pingwa lit up a cigarette and took a puff, smiling: "So, I appreciate you very much. This kind of writing technique.”

Among the three literary giants in Qin Province, Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi's writing style is realism, plain and simple language, obvious regional characteristics, with strong local color, they like to use local dialects and colloquialisms, and have a strong northwest style.

Perhaps Jia Pingwa, who was spiritually raised by the green mountains and green waters of the Qinba Mountains, is different from the heavy-handed Guanzhong and Qinbei people. His articles are plain and natural yet ethereal, based on realism but mixed with magical realism.

So it's no surprise that he likes streams of consciousness.

At this time, Liu Jianjun intervened: "Pingwa, you admire this novel very much, but Lao He (Ho Hongjun) doesn't like it. I heard that she rejected it directly without even giving Xiao Fang a chance to revise it."

"Sister He" Jia Pingwa shook her head, picked up a mouthful of vegetables and stuffed it in her mouth without saying anything, but everyone understood what he meant.

Look down on it.

Of course this topic cannot be discussed further.

They are all seen when you look up but not when you look down.

The four of them chatted while eating, and a bottle of white wine quickly ran out. In fact, it was mainly Jia Pingwa and Fang Minghua. Liu Jianjun was not in good health due to his age. Teacher Xu said that there were classes in the afternoon, and the smell of alcohol would not be good.

Before leaving, Liu Jianjun, who had been relatively silent just now, said to Fang Minghua: "Xiao Fang, once your stream-of-consciousness novel is published, it will probably cause a lot of controversy in the literary world, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Yeah?

Fang Minghua said goodbye to the three of them. He saw that the time was a little late and went to the teaching building to prepare for class. There were history and geography in the afternoon.

Hurrying to the door of the teaching building, Fang Minghua saw Li Li wandering back and forth while carrying a schoolbag and pushing a bicycle.

"Thank you." Fang Minghua took the schoolbag handed over by the girl and said, "You should go home quickly."

Li Li nodded, walked a few steps, then suddenly turned her head and shouted.

"Fang Minghua!"

"What's wrong?"

"How great would it be if you were still Fang Minghua from the security department of a certain confidential unit."

After speaking, Li Li turned her head, rode her Xiaokun car, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Fang Minghua paused for a moment, then walked towards the teaching building.

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