Chapter 371 370 "Happy People Use Their Childhood to Heal Their Lives, and Unfortunate People Use Their Lives to Heal Their Childhood."

To be honest, I am relatively familiar with Li Hongying and rarely hear her talk about her family.

"We have a lot of children in our family. I am the sixth child. My parents have not wanted to see me since I was a child. At first, I thought it was because there were too many children in the family and my parents could not take care of them. Until I was about to enter elementary school, I heard an adult say by chance that I am my mother. It was with his lover.”

"Do you think I could have a happy childhood in such a family?" Li Hongying said with a wry smile.

Fang Minghua felt a little emotional after hearing this.

I can't believe that this usually happy girl had such a miserable childhood.

"That's how I spent my childhood. I was isolated and bullied and no one talked to me. I finally went to school. After graduating from high school, I didn't go to college. I only went to a technical secondary school. After graduation, I worked for two years and then quit. ”

"Resign?"

"Yes, because at that time I read "The Story of the Sahara" written by Sanmao, and I decided to wander like Sanmao."

"Where have you been?" Fang Minghua was a little curious.

"To the north, the farthest ones are Shenyang and Dandong, close to North Korea, to the south are Hainan Island, Guangxi, and almost to Vietnam, and later along the Yangtze River."

"I would wander aimlessly from city to city, reading books while walking, and I would read all kinds of books. At that time, I wrote poems and earned some royalties from writing poems to make a living. I also occasionally did odd jobs. It was hard work, but I felt very free. hapiness."

oh.

Fang Minghua understood that Li Hongying's resume listed her as a poet, not a novelist.

Fortunately, poets in this era are still quite popular. After N years, they will definitely starve to death.

"Later I came to Yanjing and heard that the Lu Academy was recruiting short-term training courses, so I signed up with my previously published poems. Unexpectedly, I was admitted and became your student."

"Don't say that, I'm not the only one teaching you, there are other substitute teachers." Fang Minghua corrected.

"I know, but yours has the greatest influence on me. I particularly like your classes, stream-of-consciousness novels, existential novels, and realistic magic."

"Just like it. These are all writing skills. The most fundamental thing is the ability to write novels and stories. The people and things you have experienced during your travels in the past few years will become the source of your writing."

"And my childhood, I will never forget it." Li Hongying said quietly.

Fang Minghua didn't answer.

Austrian psychologist Adler once said, "Happy people use their childhood to heal their lives, and unhappy people use their lives to heal their childhood."

Perhaps Li Hongying belongs to the latter.

The two walked in silence.

"Teacher Fang, can I ask you a personal question?" Li Hongying said suddenly.

"Just ask."

"I heard that you are married, right?"

"Yes, we got married the year before last." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

What kind of secret is this? We're not engaging in a hidden marriage, so there's nothing we can't say.

"Is your wife very beautiful?" Li Hongying asked again.

"It's quite beautiful."

"Oh" Li Hongying said oh without saying anything else.

The two entered the school and separated at a fork in the road.

"Li Hongying."

Fang Minghua suddenly shouted.

"Teacher? What's wrong?" The girl turned around and looked at him.

"Don't think too much, cherish this time, study hard, and strive to write more excellent works. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." The girl hesitated and replied.

Li Hongying returned to her dormitory and found that Chen Hong had come back and was making the bed. She was humming softly and looked very happy.

Seeing Li Hongying come in, Chen Hong greeted: "Hongying, where did you and Teacher Fang go on a date after watching the movie? Why did you come back later than us? Hey, why do you look unhappy? What's wrong? "

At the end of the story, Chen Hong saw something different on Li Hongying's face. Concerned asked.

Li Hongying did not answer, but sat on her bed. After a while, she suddenly said something: "Teacher Fang told me not to think too much, cherish this time, and study hard."

Chen Hong understood immediately and couldn't help but sigh.

Why doesn't she understand Li Hongying's thoughts?

In fact, isn’t she herself the same?

"Then what are you going to do?" Chen Hong asked after a moment.

"Of course I have to listen to Teacher Fang, cherish my time, study hard, and write more and better works!" Li Yinghong looked at her friend and spoke firmly.

"Also, I want to know how beautiful Teacher Fang's lover is!"

Besides, Fang Minghua returned to the dormitory, took a cold shower, and then lay comfortably on the bed to sleep. He still had things to do tomorrow.

The next morning, Fang Minghua got up as usual, washed and ran, then ate, and finally left school carrying his yellow satchel.

He was going to visit his courtyard house.

It’s really hard not to visit Yanjing for so many days.

The courtyard house Fang Minghua bought was in Liuya Hutong near Qianhai, Shichahai. Fang Minghua started from Balizhuang and changed buses once before arriving at Liuya Hutong.

Deep in the alley, the door was closed. Fang Minghua took out the key, opened the door and walked in.

Not bad. The yard is relatively clean. After entering the hanging flower door, there is a grape trellis on the edge of the yard with lush branches and leaves. There is also a row of red roses planted against the wall, which are in full bloom.

Oops

I didn't expect Liu Fugen to be so elegant, so he could get some flowers and plants?

Liu Fugen was the original tenant of this courtyard house. After Fang Minghua bought it, he did not terminate the contract. Instead, he renewed the contract and let him live in a wing for free in order to help take care of the yard.

It seems that Liu Fugen is doing well.

There was silence in the yard. It seemed that Liu Fugen and his wife had gone out to sell vegetables.

Fang Minghua took out the key and opened the Tang Gate. It was empty, and the furniture had been moved away by the original owner.

Although there is dust on the ground, it is not a thick layer. It seems that Song Tangtang's grandfather often asked people to come over and clean it.

Fang Minghua looked around each room, mainly to see if there were any leaks, but they were fine.

After walking around in a circle, Fang Minghua went out and stood on the eaves of the corridor, looking at the quiet courtyard, and suddenly wanted to sit down before leaving.

It happened that there was a bamboo chair at the door of the west wing where Liu Fugen lived, so Fang Minghua simply moved it over and placed it under the grape trellis.

It's mid-June now, the weather hasn't warmed up yet, and the morning sun isn't too hot. Fang Minghua is sitting alone on a chair with his legs crossed.

Hey. It would be nice to have a cup of brewed Longjing tea.

It’s really nice to have a courtyard. Do you want to build a similar courtyard house when you return to Xijing?

It is a pity that the municipal facilities in the old courtyards in Xijing are even worse. The sewers, toilets and even the running water faucets are not connected to the kitchen.

Otherwise, you can buy a yard in Xijing City, renovate it, build a two-story building, fix the water pipes, sewers, and septic tanks yourself, and bring your parents over to live together, so that you can also take care of the children.

Well, that's a good idea.

Then plant some flowers and plants in the yard, and sit in the small yard on weekends like now, drink tea, listen to music and so on.

This is what we call living a good life.

Fang Minghua was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard a recorder playing cheerful singing from the east wing:

Summer, summer passes quietly, leaving behind little secrets

I can't tell you from the bottom of my heart

The evening breeze blows and warms my heart, and I think of you again

So sweet, so sweet, how can I forget it

This year’s hot song: “Pink Memories”

There are people in the east wing!