Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Are you students from Xiamen University?"

In the hotel room, Fang Minghua asked as he looked at a man and a woman who were about the same age as him and were sitting on the bed opposite.

"Yes, my name is Peng Gang, and she is Liu Xiling. This is our student ID card." The boy took out two ID cards from his backpack and handed them to Fang Minghua respectfully.

Fang Minghua looked at it and returned it to the other party.

"You're graduating soon, right? What do you want from me?"

This young man from Peng Gang told the whole story.

It turns out that he is the president of the Gulang Literary Society of Xiamen University. Yesterday, I happened to see Fang Minghua participating in the third Golden Rooster Award held in Rongcheng in the newspaper, and I came up with the idea of ​​inviting him to give a lecture in Xiamen.

"Writer Fang, we all like your works. We are very interested in your stream of consciousness writing method and magical realism. Liu Xiling and I are leaving school soon, so we would like to ask you to tell us about it before leaving. Let’s talk.” Peng Gang said sincerely.

Having said this, Peng Gang was a little embarrassed.

"I know that asking a writer like you to give lectures requires a lecture fee, but our literary club's funds are really tight. But we will definitely pay for your train fare to Xiamen!"

Fang Minghua was very moved after hearing this.

These days, it is not new for literary societies in universities to invite some writers and poets to give lectures on campus.

Of course, whether to go or not is another matter.

Two poor students came to Rongcheng from Xiamen for no other reason than the literature they loved.

Go ahead.

So he chuckled: "Okay, I'll go there tomorrow. You don't have to pay for the expenses. I'll take a trip to Xiamen. I heard that Xiamen is very beautiful."

"Thank you so much, Writer Fang!" The girl next to him jumped up excitedly.

"Writer Fang, you don't know that our Gulang Literary Society has a long history. It was established under the guidance of Mr. Lu Xun, and even the name was given by him."

Liu Xiling talked endlessly about the history of Gulang Literary Society.

In 1926, Mr. Lu Xun was invited by Mr. Lin Yutang, the then dean of the School of Liberal Arts of Xiamen University, to come to Xiamen University as a professor at the Institute of Chinese Studies. He "stirred up the tide of the times", thereby enlightening people's wisdom and inspiring people. From this, Gulang Literary Society Born under his guidance.

"Lu Xun, Lin Yutang, Shen Jianshi, and Bing Xin. By the way, not long ago we invited the poet Shu Ting to give a lecture at our literary club, and this time we invite you again." Liu Xiling finally said.

"Don't dare." Fang Minghua was terrified.

How can you compare with these people?

Peng Gang and Liu Xiling finally left, saying that they would take the train overnight to return to Xiamen to prepare for the lecture tomorrow afternoon.

That's good, I don't have to go shopping with a bunch of lesbians tomorrow.

Fang Minghua went upstairs and knocked on Zhu Lin's room and explained his purpose. Zhu Lin was very envious after hearing this.

"Xiao Fang, it's okay. I'm welcome wherever I go."

Fang Minghua laughed and said, "Sister Zhu Lin, what are you envious of? You won the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress this time. I dare say that by the end of the year, your photo will definitely be on the calendar, and you will be famous throughout the country."

I made some preparations in the room at night, and at dawn the next day, Fang Minghua rushed to Xiamen alone with his travel backpack.

Sitting in the green train car, listening to the clanging sound and looking at the summer scenery outside, Fang Tomorrow suddenly felt funny.

For the past six months, I have been traveling around by train.

However, it feels good to "read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles".

It was already 12 noon when I arrived in Xiamen on the green train. After getting off the train, I found a nearby state-owned restaurant and had a bowl of local distinctive Shacha noodles. After asking about the route, I took the bus straight to Siming. Xiamen University on the road.

Some people say that Xiamen University may not be the best university in China, but it is definitely the most beautiful university in China.

Fang Minghua stood at the gate of Xiamen University and remembered a poem written by Haizi: "Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom."

Behind the statue of Tan Kah Kee is the earliest building complex of Xiamen University - the Qunxian Building Complex. Next to it is the green grass. Sunshine, green leaves and the campus form a picture.

It's really beautiful.

And the girls on campus.

I remember that when Gao Dagen came back from Hainan Island and went to hang out at Xiamen University, he experienced his first love. He stayed at the corner of the first staircase of Xiamen University and wandered around the campus drunk in the evening. In his emotion, he wrote a campus ballad: " "Winter Campus", the first paragraph is:

my dear brother

Walk with me around the campus in winter

Tell me about that beautiful girl

Mr. White Hair

Fang Minghua wandered around casually, wanting to find Peng Gang and Liu Xiling, but it was not difficult. He stopped a boy on the road and asked: "Classmate, is the Gulang Literary Club of the school holding a literature lecture today? Where is it?" place?"

"Jiannan Auditorium."

A literary club's activities shouldn't go to the auditorium, right?

Fang Minghua muttered in his heart, asked about the location of the auditorium, and hurried over.

He was shocked when he arrived.

Damn it

Such a big auditorium!

It can accommodate three to four thousand people!

What's more important is that it's almost full!

This kind of strength is inferior to that of Lanzhou University and Western University.

At this moment, Fang Minghua saw Peng Gang and Liu Xiling walking over, and there was an old man in his sixties next to them.

"Writer Fang, this is Professor Zhuang Mingxuan, head of our Chinese Department."

"This is writer Fang Minghua."

"Hello, Director Zhuang." Fang Minghua took the initiative to shake hands, muttering to himself.

Isn’t this lecture a folk activity of the literary club? Why did you alert the school?

Then I heard Zhuang Mingxuan say: "Peng Gang is the student I teach. This morning I heard him say that the literary club invited you to come to our school to give a lecture. I thought, let's make it bigger and let our department come forward and put it in the auditorium. , our department pays for the lecture fees, you won’t blame me, right?”

"No, no." Fang Minghua said quickly, "I'm just worried that I won't speak well."

"Haha, Comrade Xiao Fang, this is not your style. I heard that you gave lectures to students at Lanzhou University and Western University, but in the end, you were unscripted."

You know this as well?

Fang Minghua was surprised.

"Writer Fang, members of our literary club have classmates or pen pals in these two universities." Peng Gang explained.

I see!

A few people chatted for a while, and after seeing that it was almost time, Fang Minghua stepped onto the podium. The originally noisy auditorium became quiet.

"Students, in this season of phoenix flowers blooming, I am honored to come to this beautiful campus of Xiamen University, to share the beauty of literature with everyone in the place where the great writers of our generation have spoken."

After a simple opening remarks, Fang Minghua got down to the topic: "The topic I'm talking about today is "Avangard Literature - About Stream of Consciousness Writing and Magical Realism".

Fang Minghua turned around and wrote a few big words on the blackboard to start today's lecture.