Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 229 Su Tong comes from afar

Of course Su Tong did not come here for Fang Minghua's lectures.

From Nanjing to Xijing, there is a distance of thousands of kilometers, and the news that Fang Minghua is going to lecture at Xijing University will not reach Nanjing so quickly.

Su Tong came to Xijing on a business trip with his colleagues.

As a young editor who has just arrived at the magazine, he usually does some errands and odd jobs. For example, this time I followed the editor Zhou to Xijing, mainly to talk to the manager of the local new bookstore about the distribution of "Zhongshan" in Qin Province.

"Zhongshan" has good sales in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but there is a more powerful "Harvest" in the local area, so the market must be opened up now.

Su Tong sat on the berth and looked at the yellow and orange wheat fields everywhere outside. He was very excited. It was a completely different scene from Jiangnan.

Qin Province is a cultural province, and a large number of very powerful writers have emerged. Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Chen Zhongshi, and of course there is an even more powerful one named Fang Minghua who is about the same age as himself.

Some of his writing ideas interested Su Tong very much. Do you have the opportunity to visit him at Yanhe magazine this time?

Su Tong thought to himself.

The next morning, Editor Zhou got off the train and bought a map of Xijing. After finding a random state-run guest house to stay, the two of them got on the bus with the map and went to the city's Xinhua Bookstore to find the person in charge.

He really wasn't interested in this kind of work like running in the market and selling, and he was thinking about how to go to "Yanhe" magazine?

After staying in Xijing for four full days, I finally had a long conversation with the manager of Xinhua Bookstore this morning. The other party agreed to increase the number of retail sales in Xinhua Bookstore, and finally completed this business trip.

Returning to the guest house, when eating outside at noon, Lao Zhou said to Su Tong with great interest: "Child, let's go with me to visit the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in the afternoon. We have visited the Big and Small Wild Goose Pagodas on the weekend, and this is the only thing missing, let's go to Xijing. not easy."

A look of embarrassment appeared on Su Tong's face: "Editor Zhou, I'm sorry, I want to meet my college classmates."

"Your classmate?"

"Yes, I am a student from Yan Normal University. After graduation, I taught in a college in Xijing."

After listening to Su Tong's words, Editor Zhou said: "Okay, I'll go alone, but if I miss today, I won't have the chance. We will return to Nanjing tomorrow morning."

"It doesn't matter, you can go alone."

After eating, the two separated. Editor Zhou took a bus to the train station. He heard that there was a minibus that went directly to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses.

Su Tong didn't go to meet any classmates, but he was embarrassed to say that he was going to "Yanhe" magazine to find Fang Minghua, so he made it up.

First, I went back to the guest house and asked the waiter how to get to the magazine, then I packed my schoolbag and got on the bus and went straight to Jianguo Road.

In the car, Su Tong was a little excited and a little scared.

Is it appropriate for me to take the liberty of going like this?

Now that it's here, let's make peace with it.

With such a mood, Su Tong rushed to Jianguo Road. After getting off the bus, he followed the location indicated by the conductor and walked west along the road. He soon found the gate with the sign of "Yanhe Magazine".

He was just about to go in when he was stopped by a young guard, it was Zhang Baofu.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for our deputy editor-in-chief Minghua." Su Tong said quickly.

"Submit a manuscript? Please mail it directly. Our editor is very busy and usually does not meet the author." Zhang Baofu spoke righteously.

"No, I'm not a contributor, I'm also an editor." Su Tong quickly took out his work ID card from his schoolbag and handed it to the other party.

After seeing the other party's work permit, Zhang Baofu's expression softened a lot and he returned the permit to the other party.

"But you came at the wrong time today. Editor Fang is not at work. Not only is he not at work, most of the people in the editorial department will not be here today. They all went to attend his lectures at Northwest University." Zhang Baofu explained with a smile.

"Who is he?"

"Of course it's Editor Fang, Minghua, who else?"

"You mean Editor-in-Chief Fang is giving lectures to editors at Western University?" Su Tong felt confused.

"Of course not only magazine editors, but also students from the School of Liberal Arts and many writers are going to listen." Such a big battle?

Su Tong was shocked when he heard this and asked hurriedly:

"What time does the talk start?"

"Two thirty."

Looking at the watch on my wrist, it was already two o'clock.

Only half an hour left!

"Comrade, how to get to Xi'an University from here?"

"Go to the bus stop in front and take tram No. 104 to get there."

"Thank you."

Su Tong said something and hurried to the bus stop.

How could you miss such a good opportunity?

After waiting for a full 10 minutes, I still didn’t wait for the No. 104 tram!

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he saw a taxi approaching from far away. He quickly waved and the taxi quickly stopped in front of him.

"Master, go to Northwest University, quickly!"

Su Tong got into the car.

At this time, Fang Minghua had arrived at Western University and was sitting in the office of Liu Jianjun, director of the Chinese Department.

Of course, he was not the only one. Jia Pingwa, Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi, Li Tianfang and Zhang Xianliang, who came all the way from Yinchuan, were all in the room.

"Haha, my office has never been so lively as it is today, with so many great writers here at once." Liu Jianjun said with a smile.

"Director Liu, this is thanks to Minghua." Jia Pingwa said.

"Chairman Jia, you invited me to do this. You want to make such a big show." Fang Minghua said helplessly.

Not only were well-known writers in the literary circles of Qin Province invited, but reporters from Qin Province Daily and Xijing TV Station were also invited to cover the entire event!

This formation.

In fact, Fang Minghua knew that Jia Pingwa's large-scale campaign had a deeper meaning - to expand the influence of the School of Liberal Arts.

To build momentum and expand influence, Jia Pingwa is much better than Chen Zhongshi and Lu Yao in terms of publicity and social networking.

After chatting for a while, everyone left the office after checking that the time was almost up, and walked towards the auditorium together.

Fang Minghua and others entered the auditorium and saw that the seats for thousands of people were almost full. There were some empty seats in the front row, which were naturally reserved for them.

Students from the School of Liberal Arts are here.

In addition to the advanced class, there will be students from other classes.

Fang Minghua saw Liu Meimei, who was wearing braids and looking excited.

Writers from other places also came.

Zou Zhian sat in front, looking at him with a smile.

Of course, there are also many teachers and students from Western University and other schools as well as literature lovers.

In the corridor, there are TV crews with cameras set up who are busy adjusting the angles.

Afterwards, some people said that this was a grand gathering of literary circles in Qin Province.

At 2:30, Jia Pingwa, as the dean of the School of Liberal Arts and the host of this lecture, first went to the podium to give a brief introduction. Amid a round of applause, Fang Minghua stepped onto the podium.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses panting and bursting into the auditorium. Unfortunately, there was no seat left. The young man simply stood in the aisle, took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag, and looked like he wanted to listen carefully.

Fang Minghua didn't know him.

He looked back and took out the manuscript from his briefcase - of course it was not dozens of thick pages but was streamlined.

"Comrades, the title of my lecture today is "Contemporary Avant-Garde Literary Thoughts and Future Prospects""

Fang Minghua turned around and wrote a few big words on the blackboard.

The whole auditorium was silent.

(End of this chapter)