Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 44 044 There is no quiet time, but there are people carrying the burden for you. (Please bookmark the tickets for further reading)
  "Shh, keep your voice down."

Seeing the surrounding classmates looking at them, Fang Minghua quickly warned them.

"Minghua, after three days, I am very impressed with you." Zhao Hongjun said again.

"What's going on?" Fang Minghua was confused.

"I remember when you were an educated youth, you were not so courageous. You actually dared to go to the battlefield!"

"If you go to southern Xinjiang, you will be more courageous on the battlefield because you will be infected by that atmosphere."

Zhao Hongjun sighed after hearing this: "Don't tell me, I really want to be a soldier and go to southern Xinjiang, but my father won't let me."

"Forget it, you are the only precious son in your family, how can your father be willing to do it? It's business to do your job well."

"It's boring, I feel boring."

Got. Here we go again.

At this time, the teacher came in with a textbook under his arm, and the two stopped talking.

After a class, everyone went out to get some fresh air. Zhao Hongjun and a few other big smokers went to the corner of the corridor to smoke. Fang Minghua didn't like smelling second-hand smoke, so he walked out of the teaching building and stood under the foyer aimlessly. Enjoying the scenery is actually looking at the girls.

It's summer.

The girls are all good looking.

Although the clothes are a bit plain, in this era they are all bare-faced and don't have too many fancy clothes. Although they are not revealing, they look comfortable.

A girl was riding a Kun car from the east along the road. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a blue suspender skirt. She looked familiar.

Hey, isn’t this Li Li from the literary club?

Li Li also noticed him and rode directly in front of him before getting off the car and asked: "Fang Minghua, why haven't I seen you taking correspondence courses recently? Although you have a good foundation in literature and a good foundation in English, you can't be proud! The class is still going on Gotta go."

Ah?
  Why do you sound like my sister?

Fang Minghua didn't answer, looked at her and asked, "How did you know I didn't come to class?"

what?
  Li Li was stunned, her pretty face turned red, and she answered vaguely:
  "I took over a class for the English teacher last week. I found that you didn't come, so I asked my classmates and said that you haven't been in class for several weeks."

"Really?" Fang Minghua didn't ask further.

There is this possibility.

How did he know that the girl in front of him lied.

Li Li didn't have any substitute teaching at all, but came here specifically to find him.

Of course the girl was embarrassed to say it.

"I went to southern Xinjiang on a business trip." Fang Minghua answered vaguely.

"You, the guard, are on a business trip?" Li Li was very surprised when she heard this, and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, you said you were a guard of a confidential unit. Did you send your guard to southern Xinjiang for training? The guard belongs to the security department of the unit, right? I heard that the security departments of classified units are all equipped with guns!"

what?
  This girl is a bit open-minded.

However, in this era, the security departments of many units have great power. The Security Section not only has pistols and submachine guns. It is said that some important factories have heavy weapons such as bombs and mortars to protect the company!
  Since the girl figured it out on her own, Fang Minghua didn't bother to explain, so he held back his laughter and nodded.

"There's a war going on in southern Xinjiang, isn't it dangerous?" the girl asked cautiously.

"Well, it's a bit dangerous." Fang Minghua told the girl what he saw and heard on the front line. Of course, he didn't mention the fact that the art troupe was in danger.

I behaved so poorly at that time that it would be embarrassing to tell anyone about it.

"So dangerous?!" The girl opened her eyes wide.

"Yeah. I didn't expect it at the time." Fang Minghou recalled the more than fifty days and nights in southern Xinjiang and couldn't help but sigh:

"Look at how comfortable the environment we live in now is, but it is a different situation thousands of miles away. There is no quiet time, but there are people who are carrying the burden for you."         " Wow Fang Minghua, what you said It’s so philosophical and poetic! Little stars appeared in the girl’s eyes immediately.

is it?

Who said this?
  forget.

At this time, the class bell rang. Fang Minghua quickly said hello to Li Li and was about to return to the classroom.

"Fang Minghua!" Li Li suddenly called him.

"Is there anything else?" Fang Minghua stopped and asked.

"The day after tomorrow, our literary club is going to organize an event and would like to invite you to participate. Do you have time?"

"I'm sorry, I have something important to do recently, so I probably don't have time." Fang Minghua declined politely.

"Oh, it's okay. Are you learning how to shoot a gun?"

The girl started to use her imagination again.

"Yeah." Fang Minghua held back his laughter and quickly entered the teaching building.

Fang Minghua walked into the classroom and sat next to Zhao Hongjun. He heard Zhao Hong chuckle: "Minghua, you had a great time chatting with the girl just now."

"Look what you said, we met and chatted for a while by chance. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I always feel like I've seen that girl somewhere."

"Isn't this nonsense? Didn't he once teach us an English class? Have you forgotten?" Fang Minghua glanced at him.

"No, I seem to have seen it elsewhere, but I can't remember it."

"Okay. Pay attention to the class! Oh, can you help me with something else?" Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something.

"What's the matter?"

"Didn't my unit temporarily allocate an office to me to do my writing? Now I need a bed. Can you get me a folding wire bed like those used in the army?"

"It's simple. I'll find it and send it to you."

After Fang Minghua took a day's correspondence course, he rode to his workplace the next morning and came to his new office in the backyard. He first went to the boiler room to make a pot of boiling water and a cup of tea. Then he sat at the desk and spread out the manuscript paper to start writing.

This writing lasted another day. Except for going to the bathroom and eating and doing necessary things, he was immersed in writing.

"Minghua! Minghua!"

At night, he suddenly heard someone calling him outside. He raised his head and looked through the window, only to find that it was Zhao Hongjun carrying a wire bed into the small courtyard.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." Fang Minghua was writing a wonderful point and was too lazy to get up and open the door.

Zhao Hongjun moved the bed in, looked at Fang Minghua who was still writing hard, and couldn't help but sigh:
  "Are you writers desperate for your life?"

After hearing this, Fang Minghua raised his head and looked at him: "What's wrong with you?"

"I just came to your house first. When I saw your mother, she said that you were writing at work all day without seeing anyone. Comrades can't do this. The body is the capital of revolution. Don't die young like Xiao Hong."

Oh, why did I talk about Lu Yao in the same tone?

"How can I compare with Xiao Hong?" Minghua glared at him. "Don't worry, I'll consider it."

"It's good to know." Zhao Hongjun put the bed against the wall and took out something from his yellow satchel.

"I know you work hard at writing, so I brought you some good stuff for you to try. You've never seen it before!" After saying that, he handed it to Fang Minghua as if to show off.

Fang Minghua took it and took a look and was stunned.

It’s Nescafe coffee!
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