Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 18 You really have accumulated a lot of experience
  Chen Zhongshi has three children, two girls and one boy, all of whom appear to be no more than 10 years old. Fang Minghua quickly took out the fruit candies he bought. The children smiled happily and sat at the small table while eating the candies.

"Go, Cuiying, get another bottle of Xifeng wine. Last time Xiaofang treated us, we drank Xifeng wine to the fullest." Chen Zhongshi said.

A bottle of West Wind, two men drinking one glass at a time.

Fang Minghua discovered that these future big names in Qin Province's literary circles were very aggressive smokers and drinkers. Chen Zhongshi also smoked one cigarette after another, but it was not the peony that Lu Yao smoked, but a homemade cigar - actually an old dry cigar from the countryside. .

Fortunately, I don’t smoke, but my drinking capacity is okay.

The two chatted while eating, and soon they talked about literature.

"Xiao Fang, you wrote the article "Into the Dust" very well. At your age, I have just graduated from school and become a teacher, and I haven't started writing yet."

"Teacher Chen, you have accumulated a lot of experience."

"Have you accumulated a lot of experience?" Chen Zhongshi was startled, and then suddenly burst into laughter: "I have only written a few short stories now, which are far inferior to young people like Lu Yao and you, who are already forty in a blink of an eye." At this point, Chen Zhongshi said Sigh deeply.

You really have accumulated a lot of experience.

Compared with Lu Yao and Jia Pingwa, who wrote long novels in their thirties, you had to wait until you were 50 to write "White Deer Plain"

But when it came out, it shocked the entire literary world.

Of course these words cannot be said.

Thinking of this, Fang Minghua picked up a glass of wine and stood up respectfully: "Teacher Chen, I really admire you. You will definitely write a long masterpiece, because the land under your feet - Bailuyuan will give you rich material.”

"Bailuyuan? Xiaofang, you are right. I have lived here since I was a child, and I have feelings for every plant and tree. To tell you the truth, I feel uneasy writing when I live in Xijing City. Only when I come to Bailuyuan , living in this small courtyard, I suddenly felt that I had a lot to say.”

"You are a child from a poor family! It's not good to live in a city building. You have to live in a poor place like this." His wife Wang Cuiying intervened.

"You're right, I'm just a child from a poor family." Chen Zhongshi smiled and was not angry.

Compared with Lu Yao's unfortunate family, Chen Zhongshi's family life is still very happy. Although his wife is uneducated and nagging, she is very supportive of his writing.

Behind every successful man there is a woman who works silently for him. This is true at all.

After finishing the meal, Fang Minghua said goodbye and left. Chen Zhongshi and his wife sent him to the entrance of the courtyard and watched him leave on his bicycle.

"Daddy, when can you buy a new bicycle?" Wang Cuiying said suddenly.

"Nearly 200 yuan, that's the royalties for a novella written by Xiao Fang." Chen Zhongshi explained.

"Then when will you write a novella?"

It is simply which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!
  Chen Zhongshi glared at his wife in anger, turned around and entered the courtyard.

Fang Minghua rode his bicycle and hurried back to Zhangjiacun, humming a little tune. When he entered the yard of his grandfather's house, his mother complained all over.

"Where did you go to play? You didn't even eat. Your two uncles can't wait to leave."

Fang Minghua had no choice but to say that when he visited Chen Zhong in Xijiang Village, he had no choice but to keep him for dinner.

"I would rather eat at other people's houses than come back?!" My mother was angry.

"You mean the second son of the Chen family? He's very capable." At this time, my grandfather intervened: "If you become a leader or a writer in the city, don't listen to your mother's nonsense, Xiaohua, you should socialize more with these people!"

Grandpa is wise!

Seeing his mother frustrated, Fang Minghua secretly gave his grandfather a thumbs up.

In the evening, Fang Minghua's family stayed at Grandpa's place for the whole night. After eating steamed buns the next morning, they rode back to Xijing City. It was already noon.

The little sister went to play with her good sister Zhang Dongmei, and Fang Minghua was too lazy to go out. Mao read a book at home and had to pick up Zhang Baofu's class in the evening.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, after eating some steamed buns and leftovers at home, Fang Minghua rode his bicycle to the work. Before he could say a few words to Zhang Baofu, he heard the sound of brakes coming from outside. Zhao Hongjun drove the car again. A big black car with a red flag is coming. He jumped out of the car and shouted to the house owner: "Let's go! Go dance!"

"Not today, I work night shift and I just came to change my shift." Fang Minghua explained.

"Look at you, Tangtang said he wanted to teach you a new dance."

Hearing what Zhao Hongjun said, Zhang Baofu, who was standing aside, hurriedly said: "Brother Minghua, go play with your friends. I'll help you with your shift tonight. Anyway, I'm fine. I'll continue reading."

As he spoke, he raised the book in his hand.

"Three Hundred Tang Poems"!
  Recently, this guy has been particularly interested in poetry, so he asked Fang Minghua to borrow this book from the work library.

Fang Minghua was a little curious about what kind of dance Song Tangtang would teach him. When he heard Zhang Baofu say this, he said: "Okay, when you are busy, I will help you on duty.

"No, no, no," Zhang Baofu said with a smile, "My class doesn't need your help, but I do ask you for something."

"what's up?"

"In two days, can you lend me your bicycle?" Zhang Baofu said, pointing to the permanent car at the door: "Someone introduced me to a date, who is from the village next to ours. I want to ride there to meet him. .”

Ah?
  This is to improve your own hardware conditions.

"No problem!" Fang Minghua agreed: "If you need any help, as long as I can help, just ask."

"No, thank you, Brother Minghua."

Fang Minghua followed Zhao Hongjun into the car and drove out of Jianguomen with "big red flag" towards Xiaozhai.

"Isn't this the place we went to last time?" Fang Minghua asked curiously, looking at the scenery outside.

"Of course not. That time we were at a buddy's house and we didn't have much fun. This time we found a good place and had a great time!"

Finally, Da Hongqi entered a guest house. After parking the car, the two of them went to a two-story building in the backyard. They opened the door and entered, and loud music immediately came from inside.

Different from the last time I saw the living room of an ordinary person, this time it was more like a dance hall, with colorful rotating lights, deafening sounds, and men and women twisting crazily in the middle of the dance hall.

From the speakers, a man sang at the top of his lungs:

Ali Alibaba
  Alibaba is a happy young man.

Ali Alibaba
  Alibaba is a happy young man

Open sesame, open sesame.

"How's it going? Is the song good enough? This tape is smuggled goods that just came in from the other side." Zhao Hongjun said with a bit of a show-off tone.

Unexpectedly, Fang Minghua smiled: "Actually, for this kind of swing dance, it's best to play Hedong's Ice Age or Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens." After saying this, Fang Minghua walked into the ballroom.

"Ah? You actually know swing dancing? What songs are there from Hedong's Ice Age or Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens? Why haven't I heard it?" Zhao Hongjun looked incredulous.

"Let me tell you, the magazine office is a place of crouching tigers, hidden dragons." Fang Minghua suppressed his laughter and said seriously: "Although there is no dance hall like yours, I can dance in the cafeteria."

"Of course, where can you find a dance hall like this in downtown Xijing? Minghua, let me tell you, this is not open to the public! Only acquaintances can come in."

Private club?
  But it is.

Until now, there is no serious dance club in Xijing city because this thing is illegal!

When the two of them walked in, Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang dancing in the middle of the ballroom.

(End of this chapter)