Back to 80: My Literary Life

The next day at work, Fang Minghua received a call from Song Tangtang. He immediately rode to the Bell Tower Post Office, queued up and called Xiangjiang Mingbao to explain the situation and entrusted Song Tangtang's aunt Zhou Yunying to act as his agent to negotiate with the other party. thing.

After leaving this matter to Song Tangtang's aunt, Fang Minghua stopped worrying about it. His current focus is on the completed draft of "Crossing Guandong". It has been almost half a month since the first draft was handed over to Lu Yao. I wonder if he has finished reading it?

Now Lu Yao has moved out of the Writers Association compound and lives in the family building allocated to him by the provincial party committee, but the Writers Association still left an office for him mainly for his writing.

The same is true for Chen Zhongshi, but the two of them spend little time here and spend most of their time creating at home. Chen Zhongshi, in particular, often stays in his old house in Bailuyuan.

After lunch, there was still some time before going to work. Fang Minghua was riding his bike to check out the Writers Association. If not, he would go to Lu Yao's house. But as soon as he left the house, before he could push his bicycle, he saw Lu Yao hurriedly holding a cigarette in his hand. Go into the courtyard.

"Brother Lu, I'm about to go find you." Fang Minghua said.

"Is it about your novel?" Lu Luyao asked.

"Yes, have you finished reading it? Give me your opinion."

"After reading it, the overall structure is very good, but I personally think there are some things that are wrong in some places. I have written it down in your manuscript for your reference." Lu Luyao said.

"Thank you, where is the novel?"

"Zhongshi took it home and looked at it. He said he would return it to you in a few days."

"That's okay, let Teacher Chen also give some advice." Fang Minghua said.

"Xiao Fang, he knows how to tell you something. I'm ready to leave." Lu Yao said suddenly.

"Gone? Where?"

"When I go to Tongchuan Coal Mine, I want to experience life while creating."

Fang Minghua knew that Lu Yao was going to write that "Ordinary World"!

"Brother Lu, does your sister-in-law know? Does she agree?" Fang Minghua asked quickly.

"Your sister-in-law was a little reluctant, but she also knew that I couldn't write anything in Xijing, so she finally agreed." Lu Yao explained.

"But once you leave, my sister-in-law will have to go to work alone and take care of Mingming."

"I plan to find a nanny to help Linda take care of Mingming."

This is a good idea.

Because of his advice two years ago, the relationship between Lu Yao and Linda was not as bad as it was in history. With less unnecessary expenses, the family is financially better off, and the two of them quarrel less often.

There is a saying that goes: "Poor and lowly couples suffer from everything." In ordinary families, many quarrels are due to financial issues.

For Lu Yao's family, he has to go out to create and cannot take care of the family. Hiring a nanny to help take care of the children and do some housework is a good way to reduce Linda's burden.

But it all costs money.

"Brother Lu, please feel free to create. My sister-in-law, Tangtang and I will go over there and take a look when we have time. Also, tell your sister-in-law that if you need to move coal, repair electrical appliances, etc., call me and I will come over to help. "

"Thank you very much, I'll leave first." Lu Yao turned around and left.

"etc."

After hearing this, Lu Yao stopped and turned around to look at Fang Minghua: "Minghua, what else can you do?"

"Brother Lu, when you go out to create this time, don't work as hard as you did last time when you wrote "Life". Your health is important! Write slowly and don't be anxious."

Fang Minghua's face was very serious when he said this, which shocked Lu Yao.

"I thought it was nothing serious. Don't worry, I'm in good health."

"Have you gone to the hospital for a physical check-up?" Fang Minghua asked again.

"There's nothing wrong with you, why check your body?!" Lu Yao replied, and seeing Fang Minghua about to speak again, he quickly said: "Okay, okay, I know, I'll pay more attention after I go to Tongchuan, okay? How come I'm acting like your sister-in-law? There’s no end.”

Lu Yao muttered something and walked away.

Can you not be in a hurry?

You wrote a long novel in half a year. If I take my time like a donkey, will it last forever?

Gotta hurry up!

Lu Yao quietly left Xijing with his old travel bag and rushed to Tongchuan.

In that city full of coal mines and gray everywhere, he would spend his whole life creating a masterpiece.

After Lu Yao left, Fang Minghua spent a few days preparing to find Chen Zhongshi.

Chen Zhongshi is not as easy to find as Lu Yao. The Writers Association only comes here a few times a month and spends most of his time in Bailuyuan.

Today is Sunday, and there are no correspondence classes today. Song Tangtang came to see him early in the morning.

Now the two are in a state of passionate love, and they feel panicked after not seeing each other for three days.

"Tangtang, I will take you to meet someone today." Fang Minghua said.

"who?"

"Chen Zhongshi."

"Great writer, great," Song Tangtang said.

So Fang Minghua took Song Tangtang out of the family courtyard on his bicycle and rode towards Chen Zhongshi's hometown. The girl sat behind and hummed happily.

Sweet you smile sweetly

It's like flowers blooming in the spring breeze

blooming in the spring breeze

In fact, it doesn't matter where you go, as long as you are with him.

But the sad thing is that Fang Minghua rode to the family building where Chen Zhongshi lived and knocked on the door of his house. Chen Zhongshi's wife was there, but she told them that Chen Zhongshi had gone back to his hometown.

Fang Minghua sat for a while and returned feeling dismayed.

"How about, Minghua, let's go to Teacher Chen's hometown?" Song Tangtang said looking at Fang Minghua who was pushing the cart a little frustrated.

"Going to Bailuyuan? It's quite far." Fang Minghua said.

To be honest, it takes at least two hours to ride a bicycle.

"It doesn't matter, you take me, and I'll take you, we'll be there in a minute," the girl said.

"Are you going to ride with someone else?" Fang Minghua was a little doubtful.

I haven’t seen Song Tangtang ride on the 28th pole yet.

The Erba Dagang is not like the Kun chariot that girls ride in this era. The chariot is too high and has cross beams. Many girls in the city cannot ride it at all, not to mention that there is a big boy behind them.

"Look at me!"

Song Tangtang took the handlebar from Fang Minghua's hand, stepped on the pedal with his left foot, slid it a few times, lifted his right leg and rode lightly on the seat.

He turned back and shouted to Fang Minghua: "Come up quickly."

Hey, this guy is tall, and his long legs are an advantage.

Fang Minghua was not polite. He took a few steps and sat on the back seat of the bicycle. Of course, he did not forget to put his arms around the girl's waist.

"Let's go. Let's go."

The girl smiled, rang her bicycle bell, and rode eastward.

After leaving Yanxing Gate, we kept heading east. The further away from the city, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased.

"Tangtang, let me take you."

"Um."

After riding for a while, I was a little tired.

After stopping the car, Fang Minghua held the handlebar and suddenly said: "Tangtang, don't sit on the back of the bicycle."

"Then where should I sit?"

Fang Minghua pointed at a man and woman riding a bicycle opposite. The girl was sitting on the beam in front, as if she was in the young man's arms, looking very intimate.

Song Tangtang's face felt slightly hot, but he still agreed generously.

"OK."

So he sat on the crossbar. Fang Minghua didn't slide. He sat on the seat and kicked his feet hard. The bicycle shook and soon became stable.

While riding, Fang Minghua smelled the faint scent of soap coming from the girl's hair, and couldn't help but feel a little distraught.