Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 50 050 Letters from readers (please collect and vote for further reading)
  Gui Province, Ningming.

Although it has already entered October, it is still very hot in southern Xinjiang. After the training, Song Tangtang was already sweating. After returning to the female soldiers' dormitory, she took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

She did not laugh and play together like other female soldiers, but habitually picked up a book and sat quietly in the dormitory to read.

The female soldiers in the art troupe privately said that she was very cold and she didn't care.

Where there are many girls, there are more disputes, and the art troupe is no exception, but no one gossips about her, because people who have been in the troupe for a long time know that her family background is special.

No one dares to gossip. This is the only privilege she enjoys in the art troupe, and she also likes this privilege.

In the past few days, I have not read poetry and literary classics, but instead read a novel published in "October".

"Youth" author: Minghua.

A hundred thousand words is not a short sentence, so she read it carefully.

There are smiles and tears.

There is sunshine and darkness.

It's good that this time it's real life.

She likes several characters in the book very much, including Liu Feng, Miaomiao and Suizi.

Everyone in the novel is an ordinary person of flesh and blood, with their own emotions, strengths and weaknesses, but they have all been baptized by this cruel war.

People dead and alive are worthy of their youth and youth.

Should you write him a reply?
  Tell me about your experience reading this novel?

Song Tangtang spread out the letter paper and hesitated the moment he picked up the pen.

Forget it.

There must be many people writing to him, so I won’t bother him.

I think he also knows what I want to say, right?

Similarly, there was a young man who wanted to write but did not.

Haiyan, Zhejiang Province.

After a busy day's work, Yu Hua sat in his room and read a book. This was the happiest time for him.

He is a dentist at a small town health center. His daily work process is as follows: apply iodine in the patient's mouth, and then inject a shot of procaine into the patient's mouth. After doing this, Yu Hua hides aside and smokes a cigarette. After returning, he asked the patient: Is the tongue big? As long as the other party nodded, he would lift the pliers and pull out the remaining movable teeth.

The days are monotonous and boring.

"There is no scenery in the patient's mouth." This is what he often says.

He envied the jobs of those who worked in the cultural center. They could go shopping for groceries during working hours and often go out to collect news.

The fish in Linyuan might as well retreat and build a net. He also wants to write and enter the cultural center.

I didn’t learn much when I was in high school, and after working for a few years, I basically forgot everything. So reading became his main task in his spare time. He started by learning how to use various punctuation marks, and then started practicing exercises and submissions. Of course, he failed every time.

Today I am reading a military novel published in October magazine. Young people like to read military stories, and he is no exception.

But this novel is different from other military-themed novels, it is alternative and amazing.

He has noticed that the author named Minghua has published two novels and poems in the past two years, which he admires very much.

Write a letter to communicate with the other person and learn from their writing experience? Be a pen pal?
  I also want to be a writer.

Anyway, this is popular these days.

He found the letter paper and pen from the drawer, and just as he was about to start writing, he heard a "plop" from the yard, followed by his father's voice, "Xiao Hua, your manuscript has been returned again."

Why.
  Yu Hua couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand.

How many times has this been rejected?

He couldn't remember clearly, but there were so many times that the postman didn't even bother to knock on the door to deliver them, and just threw them in from outside the yard.

Yu Hua always felt that this behavior seemed to contain some kind of ridicule and contempt.    But what could he say?
  Forget it, stop writing.

Looking at the white letter paper and the magazine, Yu Hua suddenly felt a little inferior.

Read a book.
  Yu Hua picked up the magazine again and looked at it seriously.

Of course Fang Minghua didn't know what happened to a young man in a small town thousands of miles away.

If I knew about it, I would definitely say, "Why are you so anxious? In two years, Yanjing will ask you to revise the manuscript."

Ten years later, his books "Alive" and "Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood" were published one after another, shocking the literary world.

In a few years, you will become the "group darling" of young people and a jokester on the Internet.
  Fang Minghua received a letter from Li Li, a girl from Western University.

The letter said that she read "Youth" carefully. On the one hand, she thought it was very beautiful, but on the other hand, she was also surprised: "How can a condolence performance by a cultural troupe be so dangerous? Going to the battlefield? My cousin is from the Southern Xinjiang Cultural Troupe. Why did she never tell me this? She said their job was very easy, it was just a condolence performance, and there was nothing dangerous at all."

Your cousin is also in the Nanjiang Art Troupe?

Could it be Song Tangtang?

How could it be such a coincidence? Fang Minghua was surprised.

But this is a private matter, so there is no need to ask more questions.

The girl also said at the end of the letter: "Your novels are very good, but I like your poems more. Teacher Minghua, when can you write poems again?"

Ah?
  Fang Minghua burst into laughter when he saw this.

Sure enough, there is a good saying: "The worries of middle age are as thick as wine, but the feelings of girls are always poetry."

Seeing that your attitude is so sincere, I will write you a song in the letter.

He took out the letter paper from the drawer, thought about it, picked up the pen and wrote:

The beauty of this spring is related to flowers

And the green lavender has not been dried,

In that northern city with your warm cotton skirt
  Spreading in the silence of snow.

"Youth and Flowers"

Wow.
  "Teacher Minghua actually wrote a poem for me alone!"

Li Li opened the letter and saw the poem, and she suddenly became elated with joy.

I quickly ran to the small woods next to the playground and started reading quietly alone.

As I read, a blush flashed across my face.

Fang Minghua didn't want to tease the girl.

I saw this poem online before I traveled through time. I thought it was well written, so I wrote it down.

And it has to be published in Yanhe.

In the eyes of this girl, he is just a middle-aged uncle, haha.

There were more letters at first, but then they gradually became less. It’s just like this these days. Without the fermentation of the Internet, any topic will not be popular for long, unless it is a novel like "Life", several official newspapers are commenting and discussing it. , the popularity continues unabated.

The other thing is to rely on movies.

In this era, television has not yet become popular, and watching movies can be said to be the main form of entertainment for ordinary people, especially young people.

"Life" is currently gaining popularity. I wonder if Wu Tianmin has approached Lu Yao to adapt it into a movie?

Fang Minghua was thinking wildly and suddenly thought of a question.

Fang Minghua doesn't know this, and he won't go to Xiying Film Studio like an idiot to tell people that he should hurry up and film "Life", and he will win the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Award in the future.

What he didn't expect was that Wu Tianmin actually came to the door, not to Lu Yao but to him.

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