Back to 80: My Literary Life

Lu Yao lived in the backyard of the Writers Association. When Fang Minghua passed by, he saw Mingming playing alone in the yard. When I saw my father coming back, I immediately ran over and opened my little hands for him to hold.

Lu Yao picked up his daughter with a loving look on his face, and said to Fang Minghua: "The house is a bit messy, so let's chat in the yard."

"Okay, let's get some sunshine." Fang Minghua himself brought a stool to sit on and asked, "Brother Lu, what happened?"

Lu Yao sat in a broken wicker chair and put his daughter on his knees. He did not answer directly but asked: "Xiao Fang, you often receive letters from readers, right?"

"Yes, sometimes there are a lot of them."

"Hey, I'm so annoyed by this. The letters written to me are all kinds of different. Some of them talk about their thoughts after reading the novel and various life issues and literary issues. Is this normal?"

"Some people regard me as a 'mentor' who masters the secrets of life, and they all ask me for advice: 'How should people live?' It makes me dumbfounded."

Ah?

Hearing this, Fang Minghua suddenly thought of Li Li, a college student who liked to write letters to him. Didn't he sometimes regard him as a life mentor?

But fortunately, I don’t write very frequently.

"Brother Lu, if you want to reply to these letters after reading them, forget it if you don't want to, so as not to waste your time." Fang Minghua suggested.

"That won't work. There are some readers who seem to have suffered some setbacks. They stipulated in the letter that I must write a letter a few months in advance to enlighten them, otherwise I will die in front of you. Do you think I can't reply? What if I really die? ?Why."

Are there such weird readers? Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

But when you think about the fanatical fans who chase stars in future generations, isn’t it the same?

It's just a different form.

"This is because the other party wants to kidnap you morally, so don't pay attention to it," Fang Minghua said.

Before traveling, I had seen too much in reality and on the Internet, and I hated people who liked moral kidnapping the most.

"I tried my best to reply to the letter at first, but then I got really busy and took care of him, but nothing happened." Lu Yao laughed to himself after talking.

"Yes, Brother Lu, you will become more and more popular in the future. If this is the case, won't you be exhausted to death?"

Lu Yao nodded after hearing this, and sighed: "It's easy to write letters. The worst thing is, as you said, I won't reply. But some readers actually come uninvited and come to my door to ask for advice and want to discuss or 'discuss' various issues with me." , do you think I’m too busy to come here?”

The two were chatting when they heard a strange voice coming from the door of the courtyard: "Excuse me, is Teacher Lu Yao at home?"

The two turned around and saw a thin young man with long hair and a yellow satchel walking in. The blue tunic suit was dirty, but the two pens inserted in the chest pockets were brand new. .

Before the two of them could reply, the young man saw Lu Yao and said with arrogance, "Are you Teacher Lu Yao? I met you in Yanjing."

"Who are you?" Lu Yao looked at his outfit and frowned.

"My name is Zhou Peiyang, a young literary man."

This young man named Zhou Peiyang deliberately emphasized the word "literary youth" very strongly.

After hearing this, Lu Yao softened his attitude and asked, "I am Lu Yao, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Of course it's about literature! I started from Yanjing and traveled to several cities to discuss literature with many writers, such as Shi Tiesheng from Yanjing, Feng Jicai from Tianjin, and Feng Deying from Shandong Province, the one who wrote "Bitter Cauliflower". "The young man looked proud.

They are all celebrities.

Lu Yao was in awe after hearing this.

"Please take a seat."

Zhou Peiyang was not polite and sat down on the small bench.

"Comrade Zhou Peiyang, what do you want to discuss with me today?" Lu Yao asked humbly.

"Teacher Lu Yao, originally I wanted to talk to you about some of my thoughts on the novel "Life", but I am in a hurry and have to rush to Chengdu to attend a literature seminar. Teacher Zhou Keqin also wants to attend, but I have no travel expenses. So I want you to help with some travel expenses, as all literati in our world are one family."

Lu Yao suddenly looked embarrassed after hearing this.

Another one asking for money!

Since the publication of "Life", some literary wanderers who have traveled around the country without any money have come to visit with dignity and ruined arrogance to provide them with travel expenses to finance their sacred hobby.

The one in front of me is undoubtedly one.

Lu Yao was just thinking about how to respond to the uninvited guest in front of him, when he heard Fang Minghua, who had been sitting silently beside him, say something coldly.

"roll!"

As soon as the word "go" came out of his mouth, the young man named Zhou Peiyang was furious. He jumped up and became emotional: "How dare you hurt others with your words? Teacher Lu Yao and I were discussing literary matters. What do you know? ?!”

"His name is Fang Minghua, whose pen name is Minghua. He is the author of the novels "Into the Dust" and "Youth"." Lu Yao introduced with a smile.

ah? !

Zhou Peiyang looked at Fang Minghua, suddenly embarrassed, and his tone immediately softened: "Comrade Minghua, since you are also a writer, then we are a family, why are we being violent? I asked Shi Tiesheng for travel expenses in Yanjing. You were so kind as to give me 20 yuan.”

It would be better not to mention Shi Tiesheng. When he mentioned Shi Tiesheng, Fang Minghua suddenly got angry: "Shi Tiesheng is a disabled person and is still sick. Life is not easy. How dare you go to someone else's house to ask for money?! Look at me and you won't hit me!" Kill you!"

After saying that, he stood up and ran over to grab the shovel leaning against the edge of the yard.

Seeing Fang Minghua's posture, Zhou Peiyang was so frightened that he ran away, shouting as he ran: "Fang Minghua, you are a scoundrel! You have tarnished the word literature and are not worthy of the title of writer at all!"

"Whether I am worthy or not, it is not your turn to say!" Fang Minghua cursed and saw that the other party ran away, so he ignored him and put the shovel back where it was.

"Haha, Xiao Fang, I usually see you as a polite person, but I didn't expect you to have such a bad temper." Lu Yao smiled while holding his daughter.

"There is no need to look down upon gangsters like Zhou Peiyang. They are just cheating and drinking under the guise of literature." Fang Minghua said.

"Yeah. These people are quite annoying." Lu Yao sighed: "Actually, what annoys me most is not these things, but some things at home."

"Home?"

"That's it. Forget it, if you don't talk about this, you'll get bored if you talk too much." Lu Yao said with a smile.

The other party didn't want to say anything, probably because it involved some family matters, so Fang Minghua naturally couldn't ask further questions.

"Xiao Fang, I heard from your sister-in-law that your movie "Into the Dust" was adapted into a movie. How was the filming?" Lu Yao changed the subject.

"Everything went well." Fang Minghua explained the whole process to Lu Yao, and Lu Yao listened attentively.

Thinking that Lu Yao's "Life" seemed to have not been adapted yet, he wanted to ask Lu Yao what he thought. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Mingming sitting in Lu Yao's arms suddenly shout happily: "Mom, mom is back. ."

After speaking, Fang Minghua broke away from his father's arms and ran towards the door of the courtyard. Fang Minghua saw Lu Yao's wife Linda walking in pushing a bicycle.

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