Back to 80: My Literary Life

Besides, Fang Minghua and others returned to Pengcheng. He said goodbye to everyone. The other four people were all going to fly back to Yanjing. Only Fang Minghua returned to Xijing.

But he was in no hurry to leave. He came to Pengcheng and wanted to meet Song Tangtang's aunt, which was what his wife had told him before leaving.

First I found a public phone booth and called Song Tangtang's aunt's work, and then I called straight to the city center.

Sitting in the taxi, Fang Minghua looked at the scene outside. Pengcheng is now a huge construction site, with buildings rising from the ground. The slogans "Time is money, efficiency is life" can be seen everywhere.

Fang Minghua found Aunt Song Tangtang's residence on Fuzhong 3rd Road, not far from the city hall.

Song Tangtang's aunt's name was Zhou Yunli. When Fang Minghua arrived, Zhou Yunli was already waiting at home.

The house is quite big, with three bedrooms and one living room, and is equipped with a TV, air conditioner, and refrigerator. This is considered a very wealthy family in Pengcheng.

"Minghua, are you thirsty? I'll cut a watermelon for you." Zhou Yunli took out half a watermelon from the refrigerator, went into the kitchen, cut it, and brought it out on a plate.

Fang Minghua was not polite, took out a piece and started eating it.

It's really refreshing to eat a piece of iced watermelon on a hot day.

Zhou Yunli sat aside and asked with concern: "Minghua, I heard from Tangtang that you are here to attend the founding ceremony of some Writers' Association in Xiangjiang on behalf of the National Writers' Association?"

"Yes." Fang Minghua briefly told what happened and what he saw when he went to Xiangjiang. He temporarily concealed the fact that he and Luo Bin signed a contract to write a martial arts novel.

After hearing this, Zhou Yunli laughed and said, "Hey, if I had known that those people had set up some kind of writers' association, I would have advised you not to go. You have been deceived!"

"Fooled?" Fang Minghua was surprised.

"Yes, you also know that it is just a joke of those people in Xiangjiang who write popular novels. There are no real writers in Xiangjiang, right? This is what they are planning to establish. I will give you the information and you can take a look."

After speaking, Zhou Yunli took out a piece of information from the bedroom and handed it to Fang Minghua.

"Instructions on Preparation of "Hong Kong Writers Association"

What the hell is this?

The information is very long. The general idea is that in order to enhance the friendship between Hong Kong writers and promote literary exchanges at home and abroad, assist members in exchanging writing experiences, safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of writers, promote the development of Hong Kong's literary career, and promote cultural exchanges with the mainland and at home and abroad, we are preparing to prepare for this gathering. meeting.

The purpose is similar to that of the Hong Kong Writers Association, but after Fang Minghua saw the list of members, he felt that what Zhou Yunli said made sense.

Founding President: Zeng Minzhi

Honorary President Liu Yichang

President: Pan Yaoming

Executive President: Tao Ran, Vice Presidents: Zhang Shijian, Luo Lang, Zhou Mimi, and Cai Yihuai serve as Vice Presidents

There is also a brief introduction of each person at the back:

Zeng Minzhi: Xiangjiang poet and writer, deputy editor-in-chief of Hong Kong's "Wen Wei Po". He is the author of the collection of essays "Collected Essays of Zeng Minzhi", the collection of essays "Looking at the Sea of ​​Clouds", "The Art of Poetry", "Appreciation Examples of Classical Literature", etc.

Liu Yichang is a famous writer and the editor-in-chief of the monthly "Hong Kong Literature". His representative works include "The Drunkard", "The Counter" and "Inside the Temple".

Pan Yaoming: Writer and deputy editor-in-chief of Hong Kong Sanlian Bookstore. His representative works include "Travel to China's Scenic Spots" and "Maple Birch Collection"

have a look! These are the serious members of the Writers Association.

Ni Kuang and the others were indeed a grassroots team, and even Jin Yong looked down upon them and did not participate.

Zhou Yunli said that this was a notice received by the Pengcheng Cultural Bureau from Xiangjiang some time ago. Nowadays, the relationship between Xiangjiang and the mainland is getting closer. Economics, commerce, and culture are all communicated with each other through the channel of Pengcheng.

"Minghua, I guess, Ni Kuang and the others heard that they were going to set up an organization similar to the Mainland Writers Association. They established it first and even sent you an invitation directly. What a bastard." Zhou Yunli laughed at the end.

Think about it, it is indeed the case.

This Ni Kuang is so cunning that he even deceived the Chinese Writers Association!

"However, you don't need to pay too much attention. We have already reported this matter to the provincial council and will report it to the country. There are many associations in Xiangjiang. They are all non-governmental organizations anyway. It doesn't matter how many they are established. Maybe, this Xiangjiang writer When the fraternity is established in the future, I would also like to invite your Writers Association to send someone to congratulate you."

"The Writers Association can send whomever they like, but I won't be coming anyway." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

There is always a feeling of being cheated.

Fang Minghua stayed in Pengcheng for one night. Although the next day was a Saturday, he still declined the invitation from Zhou Yunli's family to take him to Pengcheng. He flew back to Xijing in the morning. His wife was pregnant, so Fang Minghua was worried about being alone at home.

Fang Minghua returned to his home in Xingfu Community outside Nanmenwai with his travel bag. There was no one at home, so Song Tangtang probably went back to live with her parents.

Turning on the air conditioner, he prepared to take a shower and then went over to take a look. Just after taking a shower and changing into a T-shirt and shorts, he heard the sound of the door opening outside, and Song Tangtang walked in in a hurry.

"Didn't you go back to your mother's place? I'm going to visit you later."

"How can I stay at my mother's house? If you said you would fly back today, I would go home and live there." Song Tangtang said in a coquettish tone.

"Let me see, is your belly big?" Fang Minghua said and looked at his wife's abdomen.

As a result, Song Tangtang rolled her eyes at him: "It's still early. It's only been more than three months. The doctor said it will take four to five months at the earliest to show the belly."

"Are you going to take a pregnancy test soon?"

"I remember the time."

Song Tangtang went back to the bedroom to change into her nightgown and peeled an apple for Fang Minghua. Fang Minghua told his wife in detail what happened during the trip to Xiangjiang.

I couldn't help but feel funny when I heard that the Hong Kong Writers' Association was established in such a crude way and was just a grassroots team. However, I was surprised to hear that Fang Minghua wanted to write about martial arts.

"Minghua, do you really want to write a martial arts novel?"

"Of course, we in the mainland can't always be Jin Yongxin and Gu Longju, right?" Fang Minghua joked.

"But."

"But what?"

"To be honest, Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts novels, especially Jin Yong's works, are very classic. They are like a big mountain. It is not easy to surpass him. What is even more frightening is that the writing model of martial arts novels he established, except for the more alternative Gu Long, No matter whether the martial arts novels written by other martial arts writers are excellent or poor, they have not jumped out of their nests. It is difficult to surpass him!"

Fang Minghua smiled slightly after hearing this: "You are right, so I want to find another way. In addition to working on the story structure and character creation, it is more important to create a martial arts world and force system that are not different from Jin Yong's."

"What is a force system?" Song Tangtang felt fresh after hearing this.

It is the division of the characters' force value: the realm of the characters in the book is divided into nine levels (from small to large, ninth level to first level), and one level is divided into four realms: Vajra Realm, Zhixuan Realm, Celestial Realm, and Land Immortal Realm. The Vajra realm is a metaphor for Buddhism, the Xuan realm is a metaphor for Taoism, and the celestial realm is a metaphor for Confucianism. The land gods say that the three families reach the same destination through different paths."

Fang Minghua spoke eloquently, and Song Tangtang was dumbfounded.