Back to 80: My Literary Life

Chapter 140 Symposium of some young and middle-aged writers in East and Northwest China

"Chairman Du, I really don't want to go."

Fang Minghua really didn't want to go. He was delayed for several days at the Writers Association Conference and had no time to write. This time he went to Shanghai, and the delay was at least 10 days. September has passed.

Chairman Du was Du Pengcheng, who was elected as the executive vice chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association. After listening to Fang Minghua’s complaints, he pondered for a moment and said:

"Writing is important, but it's also good to go out and have a look. You have just been elected as a director. This also represents our Qin Provincial Writers Association. You see, Lu Yaogang came back from Qinbei not long ago and asked him to go to Shencheng. He agreed without saying anything. .”

Fang Minghua really couldn't figure out why Lu Yao agreed so happily.

When the Writers Association was opened two days ago, he complained privately that Qin Bei had been running away for several months and had no time to write at all, so he was preparing to close the door and stop writing.

"Let Teacher Chen or Editor Jia go, they also represent young and middle-aged people!" Fang Minghua suggested.

"Zhongshi participated in the "Rural Theme Creation Seminar" held by the China Association in Zhuozhou, Hebei Province this spring. This time he didn't want to go. As for Pingwa, he is busy preparing for the Xijing Writers Association branch and can't leave. The others are also busy. , only you are suitable."

Du Pengcheng explained patiently, and finally said with a smile: "Also, you are the editor of "Yanhe". I heard that President Huang is very good at drafting manuscripts. This time I will go to Shanghai, get to know some writers, and bring back a few good manuscripts."

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Fang Minghua had no choice but to return disappointed.

As soon as he left Du Pengcheng's office, he bumped into Lu Yao at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Hey, Xiao Fang, did Chairman Du ask you about going to Shanghai to hold a seminar?" Lu Yao saw him and asked immediately.

"I took the initiative to find Chairman Du. I didn't want to go to Shanghai, but Chairman Du didn't agree." Fang Minghua was a little frustrated.

"Why don't you want to go for such a good opportunity?"

"I just went to Shanghai at the end of April. What's there to do? It's a waste of time, Brother Lu. Didn't you announce that you would close your doors and refuse guests to engage in creation? Why do you want to go to Shanghai all of a sudden?"

"you do not know?"

"What do I know?" Fang Minghua was confused.

"The Fifth National Games will be held in Shanghai. Our Qin provincial football team has qualified and will play the final in Shanghai! We can go to the stadium to watch it then."

Damn it!

Is this the reason? !

Fang Minghua was stunned and stunned.

Lu Yao didn't seem to notice Fang Minghua's expression, he was still in his own excitement.

"In the Fourth National Games held in Yanjing in 1979, although our Qin team reached the finals, we only finished 11th. We will definitely play better this time!"

Seeing Lu Yao's appearance, Fang Minghua couldn't help but ask: "Brother Lu, do you like football?"

"Nonsense, what man doesn't like football? When I was in school at Yan'an University, I played as a forward for the school team! In the past few years, I also played football with Heping Wa and Zhongshi. In the past two years, I have gotten older and can't run anymore. Here you go."

Fang Minghua really couldn't imagine this group of writers being shirtless and shouting on the court.

"When the time comes, let's go and watch together. I'm treating you!" Lu Yao patted Fang Minghua on the shoulder and walked into the small courtyard happily, leaving Fang Minghua still in a daze.

But yes, Chinese football in this era is not as miserable as later generations. In July of this year (1983), the first Great Wall Cup International Football Championship was held in Yanjing. In fact, the name of this event should be called Yanjing International Football Invitational Tournament. , this year is already the fifth time, and it was changed to this name.

The Chinese team defeated the Danish Odense team, the Polish Shakhtar Katowice team, the Iranian Omid team, and the Japanese selection team to win the championship.

Li Hui, Gu Guangming and Chi Minghua all appeared.

At that time, Fang Minghua's color TV set was placed in the yard every day, and people on both floors inside and outside were watching football games. They even didn't watch "The Great Hero Fearless". The roars of the audience resounded throughout the street.

However, Fang Minghua, who had seen the endless decline of Chinese football in the future, had no interest in it, so he went with Song Tangtang.

This time Lu Yao asked him to go to Shanghai to watch the game in person!

Let’s talk about it then.

Two days later, the two of them boarded the train to Shanghai together with their luggage on their backs.

Both of them have been to Shanghai, and Fang Minghua often came to this city before traveling through time. However, there was a subway at that time. It is only 1983, and there are still 10 years left before the subway era in Shanghai. When they arrived in Shanghai, they were all impressed by this. The messy roads are all confusing.

In the end I had to buy a map and follow the map to find out.

It's better to live in Chang'an. It's square and square, and the roads are straight and horizontal. As long as you know the southeast, northwest, and northwest, you will never get lost. Fang Minghua was sitting on the bus, looking at the city with a larger population than Xijing, thinking to himself. .

This symposium for young and middle-aged people was hosted by the Chinese Writers Association and hosted by the Shanghai Writers Association. The venue was the famous Shenjiang Hotel in Shanghai.

The hotel has a long history and was once known as the "third largest hotel in the Far East". It is said to be a favorite place for stars such as Ruan Lingyu, Butterfly, Yao Li and Zhou Xuan in the 1930s. The famous song "Rose Rose I Love You" was born here, but unfortunately it is still banned for the time being.

Fang Minghua and Lu Yao rushed to the hotel to check in at noon. During dinner in the evening, they met writers from all over the country. He also met an acquaintance, Wang Anyi.

"Sister Wang" Fang Minghua introduced with a smile.

"Xiao Fang." Wang Anyi smiled when she saw him: "I knew you would come to the meeting."

"This is Lu Yao from our province."

"This is Wang Anyi from Shencheng." Fang Minghua introduced the two of them to each other.

"Hello, Comrade Lu Yao." Wang Anyi took the initiative to shake hands with Lu Yao: "Your book "Life" is so well written!"

"You're welcome, I noticed that your book "The Passage" is unique among female themes." Lu Yao said.

"This is Zhang Xianliang, the editor-in-chief of Ningxia's "Shuofang"."

"Hello, hello, Lu Yao, I've heard of you for a long time." Zhang Xianliang warmly held Lu Yao's hand.

"Hello, Editor Zhang."

A total of more than 20 writers from ten provinces and one city in Northwestern and East China came to the meeting this time. In addition, famous magazines such as "Harvest", "Zhongshan" and "Jiangnan" also sent editors to attend the meeting. There were nearly 50 people, many of whom were Getting to know each other, the atmosphere seemed very lively.

Fang Minghua also met many writers.

Li Hangyu from Zhejiang Province is famous in the literary world for his "Gechuanjiang Series" novels. He is a representative writer of the "root-seeking school", an important literary school in my country since the new era.

Zhou Meisen from Jiangsu Province is famous for writing novels about officialdom. He is familiar with "In the Name of the People".

But that's all for the future. Now they all belong to the younger generation. They lack the sophistication and spiciness of older people, but have more vigor.

The seminar was held in the conference room of Shenjiang Hotel. The next morning, Chairman of the Writers Association Palladium came to the venue and gave a speech.

The chairman of the Writers Association came to the meeting in person, which made these writers very excited. As soon as Palladium entered the conference room, there was endless applause.

Palladium greeted with a smile and waited for the applause to subside before he began his speech.

His speech was not long, but it was very targeted.

"Comrades, you are all young and middle-aged writers. You are all relatively young. A great man once said that the world is yours and ours, but in the final analysis it is yours. You young people are full of vitality and are in your prime, just like eight o'clock in the morning. , the sun at nine o'clock. Hope rests on you."

"To write about the new socialist people, we must start from life. We must not make up, fabricate, or use 'high, great, and comprehensive'. Based on the profound accumulation of life and a relatively keen vision, we can start from the reality of life. Discover the beauty and goodness in it”

Received a round of applause.

Palladium was already old and in poor health, so it was impossible for him to participate in the whole process, so he was about to leave after his speech. Before leaving, he waved to Fang Minghua, who was sitting in the back row.

"Xiao Fang, please come out for a moment. I have something to discuss with you."

"Okay, Mr. Palladium." Fang Minghua hurriedly walked out.

There was a lot of discussion behind him.

"Hey, who is that young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes that Palladium always calls?"

"You don't know? Fang Minghua from Qin Province is a representative of domestic avant-garde novels."

"Oh, it's him. It seems that he has a close relationship with Mr. Palladium. Didn't I hear that he has a good relationship with Wang Meng of Yanjing?"

"Are these two contradictory?"

"That's true. I wonder why Palladium always calls him?"

"We don't even know this anymore."