Back to 80: My Literary Life

Jia Pingwa also happily agreed.

A week later, he was talking about Ji Xianlin’s collection of essays, "Tea in Love".

"Stop at rice, look forward to tea. Have a mind of four modernities, and send your intention to three pines."

This book covers a collection of Mr. Ji's essays from different periods of his life, from his passion in his youth to his ten years in Germany and his hardships. In the end, he thrived without joy or fear.

Jia Pingwa talked about it with gusto. He was originally a master of prose writing, but now he has reached the age of fifty when he knows his destiny. He is less impetuous and more open-minded than in his prime, and can better understand the indifference in this prose. Mingzhi mentality.

The lecture was loved by readers.

Fang Minghua wanted to continue this public welfare literature lecture. Of course, his strength alone was not enough, and weekly lectures were too frequent, so he suggested to Lei Xuecheng that the lecture should be held once a month.

"I asked several writers from Qin Province, Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi, to come and talk in turns." Fang Minghua said to Lei Xuecheng.

"Thank you very much." Lei Xuecheng was overjoyed when he heard this: "Minghua, it makes sense that you and I are friends. Let Chairman Chen and Chairman Lu do the talking. I'll feel more comfortable, right?"

"Hey, no need, just prepare more tea and cigarettes when the time comes!" Fang Ming said with a smile.

The "Let's Talk" literary salon in the Xuecheng Bookstore has quickly become a beautiful sight in Xijing City. Before every lecture, the entire second floor is packed with people.

Chen Zhongshi talked about You Fengwei's "China: 1957"

Lu Yao talked about Li Er's "Hua Tatura"

It's mid-July and the weather has become very hot, but the reading club at the City Bookstore is still going on.

Today is Saturday and it's Fang Minghua's turn to give another lecture. There is no air conditioning on the second floor, only the ceiling fan hanging from the roof beam keeps squeaking.

Fang Minghua is wearing a vest and shorts, holding a cattail leaf fan in one hand and a tea cup in the other. Today he is talking about the novella "Corn" written by Bi Feiyu.

It tells the story of three sisters, Corn, Yuxiu and Yuyang. The novel revolves around the layers of unbearable hardships suffered by the three sisters of the Wang family in the process of fighting against fate. It reflects the difficult situation of rural women struggling on the edge of the patriarchal social system under the impact of the torrent of special times, allowing readers to have a glimpse of women in special times. living environment and conditions.

Bi Feiyu's novels focus on the little people at the bottom and write about their tragic and joyous fates. This novel is very well written and won the third Lu Xun Literature Award, the Yingshiman Asian Literature Award, etc.

Fang Minghua mainly talks about the language features of this novel today.

"The author Bi Feiyu often covers various narrative subjects in one paragraph. By constantly saturating the details of the sentences, the narrative content and perspective are more diverse."

"For example, at the important moment when Xiao Bazi was born, when Wang Lianfang was inspecting the Spring Festival, the radio, as the voice of power in the village, easily brought together the characters in several scenes into one narrative picture: Wang Lianfang, the men of Wangjiazhuang, the Youqing family , Wang Lianfang’s mother, the air in the village”

Fang Minghua sat on the chair and finished speaking. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He habitually glanced at the readers who came to listen to the lecture today.

Suddenly he noticed that at some point, there was a young woman in a dress standing at the top of the stairs, and there was a girl next to her.

The young woman saw Fang Minghua's eyes sweeping over him and greeted him with a polite smile.

I saw the young woman's face clearly. She was not an acquaintance, but she seemed to have seen her somewhere.

Oh, I remembered it.

Her name is Shang Ailan. She once wrote a novel called "Small Hotel in the Sexy Era" and won the first prize in the first "Original Online Literature Under the Banyan Tree" competition.

An award ceremony was held in Shanghai, and Fang Minghua awarded her the award at that time, so she still has an impression.

The little girl next to him is his daughter Jiang Fangzhou.

Is her hometown from Hubei Province? Why did you come to Xijing suddenly?

Of course, this kind of doubt flashed through Fang Minghua's mind. His mind was on the lecture and he hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Have you noticed? These people have their own characteristics."

"Please note that in the context of the third person, due to the diversity of the characters in the event, the narration of the work can evolve into seeking to belong to the gap between the various narrative subjects, and fluently express the similarity of different narrative subjects, creating a Continuous momentum, and the author adopts this writing method. "

After Fang Minghao finished speaking, everyone began to discuss everything from the content to the writing techniques to the language style. The discussion was very lively.

Shang Ailan, who was standing at the door, did not participate and just listened quietly.

At 4:30, the lecture ended and the readers left one after another. Fang Minghao also got up and went downstairs. At this time, he saw Shang Ailan coming up to say hello.

"Hello, Chairman Fang, do you still know me?"

Fang Minghua nodded.

"Knowing that your novel "Little Hotel in the Sexy Era" won the first prize in the first "Original Online Literature Under the Banyan Tree" competition. I give it to you."

"Great, Xiaoqi, call me Uncle Fang." Shang Ailan quickly said to the little girl next to him.

"Uncle Fang." The girl called out obediently.

"This is my daughter, Jiang Fangzhou." Shang Ailan introduced her.

"I've seen it. That time you went on stage to receive the award, you took her with you." Fang Minghua said.

"Yes, the main thing is to let her see the world and feel the atmosphere of literature."

Lei Xuecheng came up at this time and saw Fang Minghua chatting with a young woman. He couldn't figure out the relationship between them. He thought he was a friend of Fang Minghua's and asked him to come over and sit down.

"You are the bookstore's boss Lei, right?" Shang Ailan said with a smile on her face: I heard about your bookstore when I was in Hubei Province. The books are good and there are literary lectures. I brought my daughter here because of it. "

Lei Xuecheng hurriedly said something modest, but it was a happy thing to be praised after all. He invited the two of them to go downstairs, sit in his lounge, and poured tea for them.

"You guys talk first, I'll go out and take a look." Lei Xuecheng said and walked out.

"Chairman Fang, we are on summer vacation now. I read in the newspaper that there is such a bookstore in Xijing and there are literary lectures by famous writers including you, so I came here with my daughter. I just heard you talk about Bi Yufei's "Corn", Very exciting.”

"I really agree with that sentence. Listening to you is better than ten years of reading."

"I remember you are a teacher, so I will call you Teacher Shang." Fang Minghua smiled slightly: "You came to Xijing just to see this bookstore and listen to lectures?"

"Oh, there's one more little thing." Shang Ailan continued: "You are a famous writer. I admire you very much. My daughter has written a novel. Can you read it and give my daughter some advice?"

As he spoke, Shang Ailan took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the bag he was carrying and handed it to Fang Minghua.

"Preadolescence".