Back to 80: My Literary Life

After returning to Xijing from Yanjing, Fang Minghua began his own writing.

The structure of the novel is similar to that of the lecture notes, but the content of the lecture notes is a bit thin and needs further expansion. This is not a difficult task for Fang Minghua. There are too many literary stories that can be written in the past twenty years.

In mid-October, the first episode of "My Twenty Years of Literature" was broadcast on CCTV's "Hundred Forum". In the evening, the couple watched the program with great interest at home.

On TV, Fang Minghua did not like to wear Chinese tunic suits like some speakers. Instead, he wore suits and leather shoes and stood on the podium to talk.

Fang Minghua was a little absent-minded, but Song Tangtang watched with gusto.

"Ah, Minghua, you actually talked about me and being in love!"

Song Tangtang heard on TV that Fang Minghua was talking about going to southern Xinjiang twenty years ago to collect music and write about the art troupe in the military camp. There was a story about his relationship with Song Tangtang.

She felt a little surprised.

"What can't you say?" Fang Minghua chuckled: "It was during that gathering that I wrote "Youth", Li Wenwen wrote "Garland Under the Mountain", and a large number of excellent military novels appeared in the following articles, such as "Triumph" "At Midnight", "The Chariot" and "Shooting the Sirius"."

"Military novels occupied a very important position in the literary world in the early 1980s and were full of revolutionary heroism. It would be impossible not to write about them."

Song Tangtang didn't say anything more. Watching the TV seemed to bring him back to that prosperous time.

Three episodes of "My Twenty Years of Literature" were broadcast consecutively and caused a great sensation. Xie Ruguang called Fang Minghua and happily told him on the phone: "Minghua, the ratings of these three episodes have increased sharply. Everyone We are all very happy. We have also received many letters and calls from viewers asking many questions, so our station would like to do an exclusive interview with you. How about it?”

"Okay." Fang Minghua agreed.

There is no need for other interviews, but we can still talk about literature.

It is now early November, and the weather in Xijing has turned cold, but today the weather is good, the sun is warm, and after lunch, Fang Minghua is playing with his pots of chrysanthemums in the yard, and the flowers are in full bloom.

Just at this moment, the doorbell rang. Fang Minghua put down the shovel, clapped his hands and went to open the door. He saw a man and a woman standing at the door. The man was holding a camera, and the woman was relatively young, in her thirties, with short hair and wearing a A pair of glasses shows that he is educated and sensible.

"Chairman Fang, I am a staff member of CCTV's "Face to Face" column. I am reporter Dong Qian." The female reporter first introduced herself, then took out her press card and handed it to Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua did not take it, but smiled: "No need to look, I know you, come in."

"Chairman Fang, there are so many flowers in your yard." Dong Qian couldn't help but admire her as soon as she entered the door.

"When I have free time, I cultivate flowers."

"What kind of chrysanthemum is this?" Dong Qian asked curiously when she saw a pot of chrysanthemums with yellowish-green flowers.

"It's called Green Water Autumn Waves," Fang Minghua patiently introduced: "This kind of chrysanthemum is famous for its gradient color from dark green to yellow-green, as if the green waves on the water are glowing. Its petals are bent and stretched, like a vivid picture. Do you think it looks like it?”

Dong Qian looked at it carefully and nodded: "It's very similar."

Dong Qian admired several pots of chrysanthemums carefully, then turned the topic to the main topic and took out the microphone to prepare for the interview.

"Wait, is this how it starts?" Fang Minghua said.

"What do you mean? I need to change clothes. I think your outfit is quite suitable. A jacket and casual pants. There is no need to wear a suit and leather shoes." Dong Qian asked with some confusion.

"I think the purpose of our shooting is to let more people see it, right? Sitting upright like this is too serious and rigid."

"Then how do you shoot it? This is how I usually shoot interviews with people. After all, "Face to Face" is a news program, not an entertainment program." Dong Qian reminded.

"Of course it's not entertainment." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "Let me make a suggestion, what do you think of filming like this?"

"Huh?. Like this? Okay." Dong Qian was a little surprised.

In fact, the content of the interview still revolved around literature. Fang Minghua answered some questions raised by Dong Qian, and then talked about some of his own ideas. "

The interview lasted a long time, a full two hours, and finally Dong Qian left with satisfaction.

Fang Minghua knew that he would definitely have to edit when he returned, and some scenes were reshot several times.

The program was broadcast on CCTV's 9pm interview program on Friday. This time Fang Minghua was dragged to the first floor by Song Tangtang to watch TV.

"What's there to watch? You often appear on TV." Fang Minghua was a little helpless.

"But you rarely show up." Song Tangtang said.

Indeed, apart from fleeting scenes at some meetings, Fang Minghua rarely appears on television.

I am just a writer and scholar, not an entertainment star. Why do I need so much exposure?

After a period of chaotic commercials, the program started at nine o'clock sharp, and Dong Qian appeared on the screen wearing a women's suit.

"Today, I am going to interview a famous writer. He lives in this alley. Please come with me."

Nanfang Alley appeared in the camera, and soon they came to the gate of a small building. A native dog ran out, shaking its head and tail at Dong Qian.

"This is their puppy, called Doumiao. They just picked it up not long ago. Isn't it cute?"

Dong Qian said and touched Xiaodou Miao's dog's head, causing the dog's tail to wag even more happily.

"Ah Doumiao, you're on TV too." Song Tangtang smiled and called out to the little native dog lying next to her.

Just last winter, the old German Shepherd died because it didn’t survive the cold winter.

Fang Minghua buried it and didn’t look for another wolfhound. She went back to her uncle’s house in Bailuyuan and asked for a small local dog. It was very strong and cute.

Xiao Dou Miao seemed to understand and wagged his tail and barked at the TV with great pride.

Not bad.

He listened to his own opinion.

Fang Minghua sat on the sofa with a smile on his face.

After the show, Fang Minghua casually put forward some of his own ideas, saying that if the camera directly showed the conversation between the two of them, who would be willing to watch it if the two of them sat upright?

Originally, they were talking about literature and poetry, which were very boring content.

It seems that Dong Qian accepted it, of course hiding the specific location and name of her alley.

Flowers blooming in the yard, some scattered manuscripts in the study. A series of shots appeared under Dong Qian’s explanation, as if she was a tour guide rather than a reporter.

Finally, Fang Minghua appeared in the picture. The two sat under the osmanthus tree, with a teapot on the stone table, drinking tea, and talking like old friends.

About literature, about poetry.

At the end of the interview, Dong Qian asked the last question: "Minghua, in another 20 years, will you write a book "My 20 Years of Literature" as a sequel?"

In the camera, Fang Minghua pondered for a while and shook his head.

In fact, he answered, but it was cut after the program was officially broadcast.

His answer was: "I won't write anymore, because by then, I think there is nothing worth writing about literature."