Back to 80: My Literary Life

By September, Fang Minghua had already written one-third of "Crossing Guandong" according to the outline. According to his plan, he will try to finish all the manuscripts before the Spring Festival.

In order to devote himself to writing, except for some necessary social activities, he basically did not participate in other activities.

The work of the editorial department has also been appropriately reduced, and President Huang has spoken to give him time to create.

Song Tangtang wouldn't let him come to pick him up at night to go to college. The gangsters on the street were caught and run away. Even the little gangsters were much less common. Who dares to still yell at him now?

However, there is a very important event for him to participate in these two days: the Qin Provincial Branch of the Chinese Writers Association is established, and he will also participate in the third member congress as a representative.

In fact, it was the original Xijing branch. The National Writers Association system was reformed, and the Xijing branch was upgraded to the Qin Province branch.

This is a major event in the literary world of Qin Province!

As one of the representatives, Fang Minghua had to put down his pen and go to the Writers Association compound next door for a meeting.

On the morning of the first day of the conference, the Writers Association also held a sign-up ceremony, with lanterns and colors and gongs and drums. Provincial leaders even came to celebrate and delivered enthusiastic speeches.

Fang Minghua, as a branch of the Xijing Writers' Association - no, now he has become a member of the Qin Provincial Writers' Association branch and was elected as a representative, so he will definitely participate.

Many people came to attend the unveiling ceremony and meeting, and they were all acquaintances. Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, Li Tianfang, Jing Fu, and Lu Yao, who had just returned from filming the movie "Life" in Qinbei, also attended the unveiling ceremony.

At this time, Lu Yao was much thinner than he had been in the past few months, and he seemed to have suffered a lot, but he was in good spirits.

It was still early when I saw a group of people standing in the courtyard of the Writers Association and chatting.

"Xiao Fang, I heard that you are working on a long novel during this period?" Lu Yao asked with concern.

"Yes, it is about a generation's journey to Guandong, and the background is set in the early years of the Republic of China." Fang Minghua didn't hide anything, he told the truth.

"No more avant-garde works?"

"No, I'll learn from you and create realistic themes." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Lu Yao nodded and said nothing. Jia Pingwa, who was standing next to her, suddenly lowered her voice and said:

"Xiao Fang, aren't you aiming for the Mao Dun Prize for Literature?"

Fang Minghua was shocked when he heard this.

This guy's guess is really accurate!

I have never said anything like this to anyone.

So he immediately denied it: "What's the matter? I just want to change my taste and write. Besides, it's not my turn to win the Mao Dun Award. You guys have to get it first."

"Forget it, me, Lu Yao, and Zhongshi, not to mention we don't have a long novel, we don't even have a concept, how can we win the Mao Dun Award?" Jia Pingwa said.

"What Mao Dun Award?"

At this time, Chen Zhongshi came over and asked curiously after hearing half of the sentence.

Jia Pingwa told Fang Minghua again about writing the book.

"Xiao Fang, have you returned to realism again?" Chen Zhongshi smiled and said, "When you finish writing, I will definitely read it."

"I don't dare. I will finish the manuscript by then. Please give me your advice and comments."

Chen Zhongshi asked about the novel written by Fang Minghua again. Listening to the other party's narration, Jia Pingwa had already gone to chat with others. Lu Yao listened carefully and thoughtfully.

At this time, the sound of crackling firecrackers came from the door. It turned out that the unveiling ceremony was about to begin. Everyone immediately stopped chatting and came to the door.

In this round of applause, the red silk cloth covering the wooden sign was removed by the provincial leaders and the current Chairman Hu of the Writers Association, and everyone applauded and congratulated.

Immediately afterwards came the Writers Association Congress.

The meeting lasted for five days from September 11 to September 16. The meeting listened to the work report of the leaders of the previous Writers Association, adopted the revised charter of the Qin Provincial Branch of the Chinese Writers Association, and elected 52 directors. Council.

Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi, and Jia Pingwa were newly elected as members of the board of directors. Unexpectedly, Fang Minghua's name was also included.

oops

Become a council member yourself?

Fang Minghua never expected it.

The news was known to the magazine that day, and it reached Fang Minghua's house that night.

My mother, Zhang Fenglan, was naturally very excited and even announced the news when everyone came to watch TV at home.

"My son Xiaohua has been elected as a director of the Qin Provincial Writers' Association!"

Naturally, she received congratulations from her neighbors, and Zhang Fenglan was even more happy.

Fang Minghua was not at home at the time. He found out later that he was speechless.

As one of the fifty-two directors, what is there to celebrate?

It would be more or less the same if he was the chairman of the Writers Association.

Forget it, we won’t develop into officialdom.

The meeting lasted for five consecutive days, so naturally we had to take care of the food. During the lunch break, there were so many people in the Writers' Association compound that there was no place to stay. Several people who were close to Fang Minghua all went to his dormitory near the magazine.

Anyway, he is alone and no one cares.

The weather was relatively hot today. As soon as everyone entered the house, Jia Pingwa found a cattail leaf fan and fanned it twice before saying:

"Xiao Fang, the newly elected director wants to treat us."

Fang Minghua was busy pouring herbal tea for several people. He felt strange after hearing this: "Brother Jia, no way, you are also a director, why should I treat you?"

"That's different, you are the youngest." Jia Pingwa said.

Is this also a reason?

It was Lu Yao, the eldest brother, who helped Fang Minghua out: "Pingwa, you are the one who deserves the treat, right? I heard that the Writers' Association is going to re-establish a new branch of the Xijing Writers' Association and it will be led by the Provincial Writers' Association. I heard that you are one of the candidates for the vice-chairman of the Xijing Writers' Association. , why don’t you invite such a great thing?"

"Brother Jia, is this such a good thing? Then why don't you treat us?!" Fang Minghua immediately counterattacked.

"Hehe. This is hearsay, hearsay." Jia Pingwa denied it. Suddenly she saw Chen Zhongshi who was looking at the bookshelf and said, "Zhongshi, you are the one who deserves to be treated here."

Chen Zhongshi had just found a book and pulled it out before he opened it, when he suddenly heard Jia Pingwa turning the fire on his side and asked casually.

"Why?"

"You were transferred to the Provincial Writers Association last year and are engaged in professional creation like Lu Yao. You didn't treat such a big happy event. Not long ago, my sister-in-law and three children were transferred from rural areas to urban residents. This is also a big happy event. Yes Isn’t it time for a treat?!”

"Congratulations, congratulations, Teacher Chen." Fang Minghua said immediately.

These days, it is not easy to change from rural to non-agriculture. A rural girl who wants to marry into the city is like flying up a branch and becoming a phoenix.

Now that Chen Zhongshi's family can eat commercial food, a major issue in his mind has been solved.

People are really in high spirits during happy events, so this time Chen Zhongshi readily agreed: "Okay! After the conference is over, we can go to the May Day Hotel."

On the last day of the conference, the chairman and vice-chairman were elected and submitted to the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department for approval. In fact, the same leaders of the Writers' Association were still the same.

From then on, when others introduced Fang Minghua, he had another title: Director of the Qin Provincial Writers Association.

In fact, this director has no salary and no specific things. He just wants to increase the number of meetings.

No, the conference has just ended, and I will soon represent the Qin Provincial Writers Association to participate in the "Symposium of Young and Middle-aged Writers in Northwest and East China" in Shanghai.