Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 228 is placed in the West Auditorium. It is recommended that all writers and editors listen to it.

Looking at the table of contents, Jia Pingwa was surprised.

Chapter 1 Enlightenment Literary Thought: The First Stage

1. Background: Reconstruction of social justice and return of human values

2. The introduction of avant-garde ideological trends: tracing the non-mainstream poetry of the 1960s and 1970s

3. The Birth of the Pioneer: On the “Misty Poetry Trend”

4. Toward the space of human nature and soul: On the trend of thought in "stream of consciousness" novels

Chapter 2 Enlightenment Literary Thought: The Second Stage

1. Background: Fireworks of the Cultural Era

Eight whole chapters!

"Minghua, that's great! This is a masterpiece of literary theory, but it's a lot of content for a lecture. You need to streamline it, eh?" Jia Pingwa looked at it and praised it, but no one responded afterward.

When he turned around, he saw that Fang Minghua was already asleep on the bed, snoring slightly.

He quickly stopped and continued to look.

"Xiaohua, get up, it's time to eat!"

Hearing his mother's voice, Fang Minghua opened his eyes only to find that there was no one in front of the computer.

"Where's Brother Jia?"

"Let's go. He said not to wake you up and let you have a good sleep. He also left a note for you. Look at what you are like now! Fortunately, Tangtang didn't come over these two days, otherwise she would have felt I will definitely complain that I didn’t take good care of you!”

Seeing her son like this, Zhang Fenglan felt heartbroken.

"Mom, I've finished writing. I won't stay up late." Fang Minghua comforted his mother, got up and picked up the note on the computer table.

"Minghua, this article shocked me. You have a profound understanding of avant-garde literature. No one else in the country can find you. You have a good rest for a few days. The lecture will start next Monday afternoon! It will be placed in the West Auditorium. Liu and I will Contact the director. Pingwa will be contacted today."

Not going to liberal arts college?

Put it in the West Auditorium?

Let students listen too?

To be honest, except for students from the Chinese Department who have systematically studied literary theory, others may not necessarily understand it.

But since he arranged it this way, he didn't have to worry about it. It would be the same wherever he went.

On Monday morning, Fang Minghua reported on time. He had not been to the office for nearly a week, and there was already a little dust on the desk.

Fang Minghua went to the water room to get a basin of water, and then wiped the tables and chairs in the office. The office door was knocked open, and it was Lu Yao who came in with a briefcase under his arm.

"Minghua, I finally came to work."

"President Huang will probably come find me if I don't go to work." Fang Minghua replied with a smile, and then asked: "Brother Lu, when you return to Xijing this time, will you also give lectures to the School of Liberal Arts?"

"I just talked about it last week. I was planning to go back to Tongchuan last Friday. I heard that it's your turn to talk on Monday. I'll listen before I leave." Lu Yao said, "I heard from Pingwa that what you wrote is very shocking."

"That's a compliment from Brother Jia." Fang Minghua said modestly: "It's mainly because of my superficial understanding of avant-garde literature, but Brother Lu, you can't use it."

Lu Yao naturally understood that Fang Minghua was referring to the fact that he was currently writing realistic novels.

"It's okay, just listen to it and open your eyes."

The two chatted for a while, and Lu Yao left, saying that he had something to do with Editor Zhang.

Fang Minghao wiped the tables and chairs, made another cup of tea, and prepared to go to the next room to take a look. He asked for leave this week. The work of the poetry group was mainly handled by Zhao Muchun to see if there was anything to deal with in the middle.

But Zhao Muchun came over on his own initiative. He was holding a small notebook and was about to report to Fang Minghua on the poetry group last week when he heard another knock on the door.

Zhao Wuchun went to open the door and saw a strange middle-aged man standing at the door.

"who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Fang Minghua, editor-in-chief Fang. I'm Zhang Xianliang from the Ningxia Writers Association."

Zhang Xianliang?

The one who wrote "Spirit and Flesh"?

Vice Chairman of Ningxia Writers Association?

Zhao Muchun reacted.

"Yes, yes, please come in."

"Hey Chairman Zhang, Brother Zhang." Fang Minghua also saw Zhang Xianliang coming in from the door, stood up and greeted with a smile.

We just met when we were accepting awards in Yanjing some time ago, and we even had a meal together in a restaurant.

"You are a rare visitor, aren't you Brother Jia? Oh, Chairman Jia invited you to give a lecture?" Fang Minghua said again. "Yes, I received an invitation from Chairman Jia and I will give a lecture next Monday. Originally I wanted to come over this Friday, but I heard Chairman Jia say on the phone that you are going to lecture on avant-garde literature this afternoon. The content is very shocking, and I want to hear it too, so Came here yesterday."

what?

Did you tell Zhang Xianliang?

How many people did this Brother Jia talk about?

Fang Minghua thought in his mind but said: "It's not shocking, it's just my superficial opinion."

Fang Minghua asked Zhang Xianliang to sit down. Zhao Muchun quickly poured tea and then left knowingly.

"Brother Zhang, have you had breakfast?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"Eat it, your gourd head from Xijing."

"Okay, I'll be the host tonight, and I'll take care of you."

"There's no need to trouble you. Chairman Jia said he was treating you to a treat and invited you. Lu Yao, Zhong Shi and the others will probably call you soon."

Sure enough, just as he finished speaking, the landline phone on his desk rang. Fang Minghua picked up the phone and heard Jia Pingwa's accent in her hometown dialect:

"Minghua, I'm Pingwa. I'm Zhang Xianliang, vice chairman of the Yinchuan Writers Association. I arrived in Xijing yesterday. I'd like to treat him to a meal tonight. You, Zhongshi and Lu Yao will accompany you."

"Brother Jia, Chairman Zhang is sitting in my office right now."

"Haha, I guess he will go to your place. That's it. It's 6:30 in the evening, May Day Hotel."

"OK, no problem."

After hanging up the phone, the two chatted for a while. Zhang Xianliang said, "Minghua, I want to talk to Editor Dong."

"He's right next door. I'll take you there."

The editor-in-chief Dong is Dong Mo. It was Dong Mo who reviewed Zhang Xianliang's debut novel "The Song of the Wind" when he published it.

This is also Zhang Xianliang's early work. After it was published, it caused a huge response in the society, but it was a pity that it was not born at the right time. After a series of events, Zhang Xianliang met with bad luck, which they did not expect.

But now that times have changed, Zhang Xianliang is still very grateful to Bole back then.

Sure enough, Fang Minghua took Zhang Xianliang there, and Dong Mo was very happy to see him. The two talked about the past, and they were naturally filled with emotion.

After Fang Minghua listened for a while, he saw someone coming to the door, it was Bai Miao, and he waved him out.

"Brother Bai, what's the matter?" Fang Minghua walked out of the door and asked in a low voice.

"A guest is here?" Bai Miao asked as he stretched his head and looked at Zhang Xianliang, who was chatting with Dong More in the room.

"Yes, Zhang Xianliang, vice chairman of the Yinchuan Writers Association, is reminiscing with Editor Dong."

"Oh, Chairman Jia is making a lot of noise this time."

"What's the noise?"

"You invited many writers to give this lecture, didn't you know?" Bai Miao asked.

"I just know now that Lu Yao and Zhang Xianliang were supposed to give lectures next Monday. He said he came early after listening to Chairman Jia's words. I don't know anything else." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"Chairman Jia not only called on the members of the Xijing Writers' Association to attend the lectures in the name of the Xijing Writers' Association, he also asked the Provincial Writers' Association to suggest that writers from other prefectures and cities, as well as editors from several major magazines, should attend the lectures. All of us in the editorial department All editors are participating!”

Oh my god.

Making such a big noise?

Fang Minghua was stunned.

What he didn't expect was that there was another young man taking the train to Xijing.

He is the editor of "Zhongshan" magazine, Tong Zhonggui, whose pen name is Su Tong.

(End of this chapter)