Back to 80: My Literary Life

The Spring Festival holiday passed quickly. Although the New Year atmosphere on the street remained unchanged, Fang Minghua had to go to work.

However, it is not yet the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and everyone is not at ease when going to work. Many people just report in and go back to work on their own affairs at home.

Fang Minghua went to work on time and had nothing to do at home.

Is it time to prepare a new novel?

Fang Minghua sat by the stove, drinking tea and sorting out his thoughts.

At this moment, he heard Lu Yao's voice coming from outside.

"Xiao Fang! Xiao Fang!"

Fang Minghua came over to open the door, saw Lu Yao's happy face, and greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Lu, it seems that you have had a good time back home this year. Is everything going well at home?"

"That's good, hehe, but the idea you gave me, Xiao Fang, offended some of my relatives."

"What?"

"Didn't you say last time that you should act according to your ability? So this time when I went back to my hometown, some relatives came to ask me to borrow money. I politely refused. I guess they were scolding me behind my back."

ah? This is it.

"But it's okay, it's easy, otherwise I won't be able to breathe again this year." Lu Yao said again.

"This is not what I'm asking you for today. Come to my house for dinner in the evening, and your sister-in-law will cook some dishes herself."

This is new.

Even though Lu Yao often entertains guests, he rarely invites others to his home. He originally didn't know how to cook and relied on his wife, but Linda was busy all day and had no time at all.

"Brother Lu, are there any other good things?" Fang Minghua asked with a heartbeat when he saw the happy look on his face.

"That's right. I received a notice from the Writers' Association this morning that the organizational relationship was officially transferred from the editorial department of "Yanhe" to the creative team of the Writers' Association."

"Then you are a professional writer from the Writers Association, right? Congratulations, you also got a salary increase, right?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Well, it increased by 7.5 yuan, and now I get the first-level salary from the Writers Association, which is 66 yuan."

"I'm so happy. I have to celebrate you well that night."

"Haha, Xiaofang, don't bother to celebrate me, maybe you will be too soon."

"Brother Lu, stop joking, it's still early for me."

The two chatted for a few more words before Lu Yao left.

Since he was going to someone's house for dinner in the evening, Fang Minghua couldn't be empty-handed. He first rode home to say goodbye to his family, and then bought a pound of White Rabbit toffee in the store and took it over.

The little girl Mingming likes to eat this.

Fang Minghua rode his bicycle into the small courtyard where Lu Yao of the Writers Association lived. He knocked on the door and saw Linda wearing an apron and cooking on the coal stove.

"Xiao Fang, sit down, your brother Lu is taking Mingming out to play. He will probably be back soon."

"Sister-in-law, let me help." Fang Minghua put down the toffee and said.

"No, you rest. Your brother Lu insists on treating guests at home. You also know that my place is small and the conditions are limited. I am not very good at cooking. I might as well ask him to call you over. Others like Pingwa and others, let He invites her outside." Linda said while cooking.

"Brother Lu has become an expert writer and his salary has been raised. Good things come in pairs so I should hire him."

"You should invite him, but what makes him even happier is that he will go back to his hometown with him this time without being angry with me."

This word?

Fang Minghua vaguely understood what Linda was referring to, but he couldn't answer the question and just laughed twice.

Linda didn't say any more, but said with a smile: "Xiao Fang, I think although you are young, you are very sensible and know how to take care of your family. Any girl who marries you in the future will definitely be happy."

"Brother Lu is also very good and talented. He also said that you helped him a lot. I am very grateful to you."

"He's a bit nice."

While the two were talking, they heard the laughter of children outside. Lu Yao carried his daughter into the house, and the room suddenly became lively.

"You guys sit down, the food will be ready soon."

The dishes are relatively rich, with bacon, fried hairtail, and croquettes which are usually rare, as well as stir-fried shredded pork with cucumber shreds - an authentic Yanjing dish, and of course a bottle of Xifeng wine is indispensable.

A few people chatted while eating.

"Xiao Fang, once this year is over, President Huang, Editor Zhang and others will probably urge you to write something. Have you decided what to write?" Lu Yao asked.

"I have some ideas." Fang Minghua said, "I want to write something different. Brother Lu, have you thought about it?"

"For the past six months, I have been involved in one thing or another. One moment I was asked to go on a business trip, and the next I went to attend some seminar. I couldn't calm down at all." Lu Yao said with a bitter smile.

"Wang Ling, the editor of "Youth Literature", has urged me to write the second half of "Life"."

"The second half of "Life"?" Fang Minghua was surprised when he heard this.

Historically, there seems to be no sequel to "Life", right?

What he didn't know was that Lu Yao did have such a plan back then.

"Wang Ling asked me to strike while the iron is hot and continue writing the follow-up stories of several main characters in the book." Lu Yao continued after taking a sip of wine.

"What do you think?" Fang Minghua asked.

"To be honest, regarding the second half, I am still confident about developing the other characters and will continue to write them. But only the protagonist Gao Jialin, his development trend and the proportion of some twists and turns in the middle, I have not yet thought clearly about it, and I have not thought about it yet. Not sure."

"I think the ideological development of the character Gao Jialin needs to be carefully considered. Any clichés may completely ruin the work and undo all the previous work."

Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.

There are many great works, but the sequels are often the end of the story.

"What I mean is that Lu Yao shouldn't write a sequel." Linda interjected: "This "Life" is already very complete. There is no need to make a second half. Good writing is the icing on the cake at most, but it is more likely to be Rather than continuing like this, it’s better to come up with other works.”

"Xiao Fang, what do you mean?" Lu Yao looked at Fang Minghua.

"I also think my sister-in-law is right. Although Gao Jialin's ending is a bit regretful, in fact, this is the real life." Fang Minghua said.

"Haha, since you both agree with this, I will make up my mind not to think about this book anymore. In fact, I have another novel idea, which of course requires a lot of preparation before it can be started. I will keep it secret for now." Lu Yaoxiao road.

"Ordinary World"?

possible.

This is Lu Yao's only full-length novel.

"Brother Lu, then prepare well. I think it will be more exciting and greater than this "Life"!" Fang Minghua said, "Come on, let me toast you."

"Haha, please give me some good advice, so hurry up and get ready."

Sure enough, as soon as the fifteenth day of the first lunar month passed, President Huang found him.

"Xiao Fang, this year is over, is it time to start writing a new article? I heard that Lu Yao, Zhong Shi, and Ping Wa have already started preparations."

I said, President, don’t compare me with them.

But it’s time for me to write something?

"President, I've been thinking about this recently." Fang Minghua replied.

"Has your thinking yielded results? Are you planning to write a scar novel or a military novel?" President Huang smiled.

"No, I'm going to write a stream-of-consciousness novel."

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