Chapter 434 Going to Yanjing with Several Bigwigs in the Qin Province Literary World

They are both smart people, so they stop talking when they have enough to say.

They didn't continue talking about this topic. They chatted for a while and then went home.

After dinner at their parents' house, the couple took the children out to play. This was Fang Minghua's task.

Now "Snow Sword" has been completed, and "Qiu Ju Goes to Court" is also in the process of intense preparation. Zhang Yimou has already led people to drive to various counties in Guanzhong to find suitable shooting locations, but this is not Fang Minghua's business.

I won't write anything for the time being, so I have a lot of free time at night.

I drove to my mother-in-law's house with my son, and then took my daughter out to stroll in Xincheng Square or the nearby Revolution Park area.

Now both children can walk, and their short legs are very fast. You have to keep an eye on them, otherwise they will run away in a blink of an eye, and there are cars everywhere on the road.

Fortunately, a new children's playground has opened in the Revolution Park, which has slides, trampolines, and carousels. The two children like to come here the most now.

Today, the couple brought their children to the playground in the park. First, each of them took a child to ride the carousel for a while, and then the two children went to play on the trampoline. The adults just watched outside.

Finally, I can take a break. It's really tiring to take care of children.

Fang Minghua sat down on the stone chair.

Song Tangtang was very patient and stood by the side watching the children.

"Tangtang, stop watching, sit down and take a rest." Fang Minghua shouted.

Song Tangtang looked at the two children who were having fun, and then came to sit next to Fang Minghua and said.

"The children are small, I'm afraid they will be crushed by the big children."

"It's okay, it's okay to be crushed. It's normal for children to bump into things." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Song Tangtang glared at him.

What does that mean, how can you, as a father, be so careless?

But she still sat next to her husband obediently.

"Oh, I almost forgot one thing. I'm going to Yanjing in a few days. Do you think you can bring something for your grandparents?" Fang Minghao said.

"Going on a business trip again?"

"A meeting." Fang Minghua told his wife briefly what happened.

Song Tangtang thought for a moment, smiled, and said in a teasing tone:

"Oh, Comrade Minghua, it seems you're going to be promoted again."

"What kind of official position is an official in the Writers Association? It's just an honor."

"That's also an affirmation of your achievements in the field of literature. Jia Pingwa is envious, right?"

"He came to my office this afternoon and said a lot." Fang Minghua said truthfully.

"Among the four of you, Jia Pingwa is the most enthusiastic about this promotion, and it's normal for him to say that." Song Tangtang said.

"This may not be a bad thing. The Writers Association has a lot of mess, and someone has to take care of it." Fang Minghua laughed.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Bring some ginseng and royal jelly to my grandparents when you go to Yanjing this time. They are old and weak, so they need to be nourished."

"Okay, no problem."

After May Day, Fang Minghua took a suitcase with several boxes of ginseng and royal jelly in it and boarded the train to Yanjing.

Of course, he was not alone. He was also accompanied by the chairman of the Writers Association Hu Cai, vice chairman Du Pengcheng, Wang Wenshi, Liu Ruobing, Liu Jianjun and others. They are all members of the National Writers Association Council and this time they are officially attending the meeting.

These days, hard sleeper train tickets are becoming difficult to buy. Although the others are in their sixties and seventies except Fang Minghua, they are not all lower berths. There is a middle berth and an upper berth.

As expected, Fang Minghua climbed to the upper berth, and several old people chatted below.

Fang Minghua was holding a radio and listening to a one-man show from Qin Province.

Recently, a man named "Wang Mudu" in Xijing City suddenly became popular. He spoke authentic Guanzhong dialect with a sharp pronunciation. He speaks in a dull and stupid way, behaves smartly but muddle-headedly, is kind but selfish, and his one-man show is particularly popular.

It combines the characteristics of stand-up comedy, storytelling and drama. Fang Minghua feels that it is very similar to the talk show of later generations.

"My name is Wang Mudu, my sister is Wang Maogai, and my wife is Li Yaomei." Fang Minghua was listening to Wang Mudu's "Qin Opera Songs and Dances and Divorce" with relish when he heard someone calling him from the lower bunk.

"Minghua, why do you hear Wang Mudu again?"

Fang Minghua stretched his head and looked down and saw that it was Liu Jianjun who was sitting on the lower bunk.

Of course, it was not his future brother-in-law Liu Jianjun, but the director of the Chinese Department of Xi'an University and a member of the Chinese Writers Association.

When he heard Liu Jianjun ask this question, Fang Minghua replied, "Yes, it sounds good."

"It sounds good? I asked Shi Guoqing to come to your office that day to give you a special show!"

"Okay, I warmly welcome you." Fang Minghua said.

Everyone laughed.

Wang Mudu's original name is Shi Guoqing. He is not an ordinary citizen but a teacher in the Department of Chemistry at Northwest University!

He said that monologue is just his hobby. He is from the same university as Liu Jianjun, so he naturally knows him, so he said that just now.

Of course, it was a joke.

"Minghua, we are still talking about the writing seminar held in Huashan in early April." Liu Jianjun continued: "New realism novels, writing realism, this is the strength of our Qin Province writers. The trend in the literary world is finally changing. We are all praising you."

"Really? Director Liu, please don't scold me." Fang Minghua said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "At the beginning, I wrote avant-garde novels such as stream of consciousness and magical realism. Later, the literary world was full of various avant-garde novels, and the realistic techniques were thrown aside. Many people hold this grudge against me."

"Haha. You kid, you're quite sensible! You're the one who promotes those things, and you've made our Qin Province writers so embarrassed? Many people are telling me that I can't write novels anymore!" The speaker was Du Pengcheng.

Du Pengcheng and Fang Ming are close friends, so he was casual about what he said.

Du Pengcheng was also telling the truth.

Perhaps the land of Qin Province is too heavy, and the tradition of realistic writing is too deep, so avant-garde modernist writing can never keep up with writers from other provinces.

Now, except for Fang Minghua, there is really no one who can master this kind of writing skills very well.

"Minghua."

"Huh? Chairman Hu?" Fang Minghua lowered his head and looked at Hu Cai, who was sitting in the corner of the lower bunk.

"When you go to Yanjing for a meeting this time, you can talk about this new realistic novel at the right opportunity at the meeting!" Hu Cai said.

"Chairman Hu, I'm just attending the meeting and I don't have the right to speak." Fang Minghua said quickly.

"There is an academic seminar inside, not an election for the chairman of the Writers Association. What qualifications do you need to speak?!" Hu Cai said: "Also, we have so many member representatives in Qin Province, why don't we let others participate, but let you, the newly added representative, participate?!"

Fuck!

That's not what you said in your office at the beginning!

"Okay, okay, Lao Hu, just tell the truth." Du Pengcheng next to him said.

Although Hu Cai is the chairman and Du Pengcheng is the vice chairman, the latter has a higher prestige in the literary world of Qin Province than the former.

After all, Hu Cai mainly focuses on literary criticism, while Du Pengcheng is directly enshrined with a book "Defending Yan'an".

It is said that after liberation, he was cordially received by the great man in Yanjing.

"Okay, since Lao Du said so, I'll show you the bottom line." Hu Cai's face was not as serious as before: "According to the discussion of the presidium of the National Writers Association, we are preparing to hold this council meeting and add you as a director of the Writers Association."