Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 13 A letter from a female pen pal
  Fang Minghua didn't take it to heart.

After New Year's Day, "Yanhe" magazine published the first issue of the new year. In the form of "Novel Issue for Young Writers of Qin Province", it concentrated on publishing the latest novels written by a group of young and middle-aged writers.

After the publication of the journal, it caused great repercussions in the province and even the country. For Fang Minghua, it was letters from readers.

Different from the short poem published last time, this time the editorial department provides a brief introduction to the author after each story.

The introduction to Fang Minghua is: Minghua, whose real name is Fang Minghua, is from Xijing. He once went to Gansu Province to join the team for three years as an informant. After returning to the city, he became an ordinary employee of "Yanhe" magazine. He loves literature, poetry, and writing. He once wrote The poems "Spring" and "Into the Dust and Smoke" are his debut works.

Few words.

In this era, it is very common to write letters to authors whose works you like. Otherwise, the "Fairy Tale King" Zheng Yuanjie would buy 10 houses in Yanjing just to save letters from readers?

Fang Minghua also received some letters from readers one after another. It was very interesting to read these letters while lying on the bed in the guard room.

A literary young man who loves poetry extremely?

Want to discuss literature together?
  Sorry, no time.

Retired veteran cadre?
  Want to be a year-end friend?
  Uncle, when you retire, you can go fishing, raise flowers, read poetry and Tao Yuanming, and I will still work hard for a living.

But there was a letter that caught Fang Minghua's attention. It was written by Li Li, a girl from Western University, with beautiful handwriting.

Li Li?

Fang Minghua suddenly remembered the girl he saw reading poetry on the campus of Western University.

Maybe not, after all, this name is just like my own, very common. I heard from my sister that there is a girl named Li Li in their class, but it doesn't matter who she is.

We're not going to show up.

The girl's tone was very respectful. She said in the letter that she was a student at Western University and liked writing that little poem very much. She also liked the novel "Into the Dust" very much.

"Teacher Minghua, I admire the steadfast love between Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying very much. Only suffering can produce true love. This is the charm of suffering."

There seems to be something wrong with this sentence?
  Fang Minghua thought for a while, took out the manuscript paper from the drawer and wrote a reply.

First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to Li Li for carefully reading her article. Later, I will focus on my different opinions on her sentence.

"Suffering may produce love, but it is more likely to cause love to die. Suffering is not worthy of praise. What we praise are people like Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying who are still strong and alive in the suffering. They still maintain their sincerity. Kindness, love born of suffering.”

"If possible, I hope more kind-hearted people like Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying live in the sunshine and rain."

I like Romain Rolland's words very much, "There is only one true heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after seeing the truth of life."

OK!

that's it!
  Fang Minghua braved the cold wind and went to the nearby post office to affix a four-cent stamp and mail it out.

In the same city, it's cheaper.

"Wow, I wrote back!"

On the campus of Western University, a girl with a red scarf around her neck was very happy when she saw a letter addressed to herself in the class mailbox.

I quickly returned to the dormitory, carefully opened the letter and read it carefully, looking a little confused.

Is suffering not worthy of praise?

Isn’t it true that we have been taught since childhood that we should take pleasure in hardship, endure hardships and stand hard work, and enjoy hardships? And can many people who have experienced suffering even become role models for the public because of the suffering they have suffered?
  Why did he say that?

But it seems to make sense, right?

Also, he reads a lot of books.

Hmm. After the exams are over and the vacation is over, I’ll write to him and communicate with him when I have time.

Fang Minghua naturally didn't know about the girl's confusion. After sending the letter, he stopped thinking about it.

Life is still simple, that is, I have to brave the wind and snow every weekend to go to Western University to take correspondence classes. I didn't see Zhao Hongjun twice, so he probably skipped class.

Do you want to be lazy?
  No, there is a studious and motivated sister who is supervising.

It's the end of January, and the atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger on the streets. The Minsheng Department Store on East Street, Luoma Market, and the Town God's Temple on West Street are overcrowded. The streets are also full of stalls selling Spring Festival couplets and calendars.

After get off work this afternoon, Fang Minghua did not ride a bicycle because it was too cold. He was attracted by the stall selling New Year paintings across the street.

In addition to the traditional Yangliuqing Lunar New Year picture of a fat baby holding a carp, there is also a celebrity calendar!
  Chen Chong!

Liu Xiaoqing!
  Gong Xue! .
  All of them are great beauties. Their natural beauty and national beauty are all different from each other. They are definitely not like the Internet celebrity faces of later generations.   Did you buy one to hang above your bed? Fang Minghua was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the sound of brakes coming from behind him, followed by someone calling his name.

"Minghua!"

Fang Minghua turned around and saw a big black car with a red flag parked behind him, with a man's face sticking out of the car window.

Zhao Hongjun!
  "Okay, the big red flag is flying, and the military badge is hanging!" Fang Minghua praised.

"Hey. Get in the car and talk."

Fang Minghua did not hesitate, got into the passenger seat, looked around and asked:

"Your dad's car?"

"Well, I dare to drive my dad's car. He will beat me to death when he finds out!" Zhao Hongjun said with a smile: "I have a buddy who is in the army. In fact, this is a car that is about to be scrapped. He cleaned it up and I Let’s borrow it for a few days.”

It turned out to be the case.

Fang Minghua took a closer look and found that the car decoration inside was old.

"Come on, follow me to meet some of my buddies. Let's play together and let you see the world."

"play what?"

"Hey, of course it's exciting. You'll know when you go there!"

"I haven't eaten yet."

"I didn't eat either, let's just find a place to eat stick noodles!"

"Then I have to go back and tell my parents."

"Okay, hurry up, don't worry about mother-in-law and mother-in-law."

Ten minutes later, Fang Minghua took Zhao Hongjun's big red flag again.

"Red Army, what are you dragging me to do?" Fang Minghua couldn't help but ask again.

"Let's have fun. Don't worry, I won't do anything illegal or disciplinary!"

After hearing these words, Fang Minghua felt relieved.

The two of them randomly found a snack bar on the street and ate a bowl of stick noodles, then got in the car again.

"Hey, how did you learn to get a driver's license? Do you need to take a test now?" Fang Minghua was suddenly interested in this.

"I don't have a driver's license."

"Then you still dare to drive? Aren't you afraid that the traffic police will stop you?"

"You said, which traffic policeman with no foresight would dare to stop a big red flag with a military sign?!"

I.
  Fang Minghua was speechless.

Not long after the big red flag left the south gate, it was getting dark. The vehicle entered a family home and finally stopped in front of a row of bungalows at the back. He found a few motorcycles parked on the roadside and looked at them through the street lights. The brand turned out to be RB Toyota!
  This thing is rare, and several cars stopped at once.

The two got out of the car, Fang Minghua's curtains were closed tightly, and there was faint music coming from inside, a sweet female voice:
  甜蜜蜜 你 笑 得 甜蜜蜜

It seems that the flowers are blooming in the spring breeze
  Open in the spring breeze
  Where have seen you

Your smile is so familiar
  I can't remember for a while
  No wonder the voice sounds familiar, it’s Teresa Teng’s “Sweet Honey”!
  Zhao Hongjun walked to the door and knocked on the door. A young man's voice immediately came from inside: "Who?"

"Me! Red Army!"

The door creaked open.

"Come in"

Zhao Hongjun pulled Fang Minghua, who was in a daze, and the two walked in one after the other.

There is an eye-catching four-speaker tape recorder placed on the table directly in front, and there are more than a dozen young people, both men and women, dancing ballroom!

shit
  Is this what you call exciting? !

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