Chapter 683 Winter Fishing

After washing up, Li Li slept in Ruirui's room, and the two got into the same bed.

The little girl was wearing pajamas, looking sideways at Li Li next to her, her big eyes rolling, and said: "Auntie, do you like my dad?"

"Ah?! Ruirui, don't talk nonsense! It's not good for your mother to hear!" Li Li suddenly felt a little flustered and said hurriedly.

"I'm afraid my mother will hear it, so I'll keep my voice down. Auntie, do you like my dad?" The little girl whispered in Li Li's ear.

She's really a little devil!

Of course, Li Li still denied it.

"No."

"Then why are you so good to my dad?" Ruirui asked again.

"Your dad is a good man, of course I have to be good to him." Li Li regained her composure and said with a smile.

"Don't think I'm a child who doesn't understand anything, hum!" Ruirui pouted:

"I can see it, look at my dad's eyes. The beautiful aunt on TV looks at the uncle with the same eyes!"

Oh my God

Are children so precocious now?

Li Li felt a headache for a while, and after thinking for a while, she stretched out her arms and gently hugged the little girl: "Rui Rui, I can't like your father. Your mother and I are best sisters. Your mother loves your father very much. I can't do anything to let your mother down."

"Can't two women like the same man at the same time?" The little girl asked innocently: "I watched a TV show, a martial arts show, where a brother likes several sisters."

Martial arts TV show?

Li Li remembered that after she came back, Xijing TV was broadcasting a Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts film "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

"Rui Rui, the brother you are talking about is called Zhang Wuji, right? Although he likes several sisters, didn't he only marry a sister named Zhao Min in the end?" Li Li said.

"But in this case, the other sisters are very sad. That brother is not good at all." Rui Rui said.

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Li Li was angry and amused.

She is a doctor of literature and a university professor, but she can't even argue with a little girl in elementary school!

She had to act like an elder: "Rui Rui, you are a child and you don't understand what adults say to you. You won't understand even if I tell you. You can't tell anyone these words tonight, not even your mother, understand?!"

"Okay, go to bed! You have to go to school tomorrow." Li Li helped the little girl to pinch the corner of the quilt.

"Then, auntie, you will take me to school tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, auntie will take you, go to bed quickly, good night."

"Good night, auntie."

The little girl quickly followed suit.

Li Li habitually wanted to turn on the light to read, but thinking of the little girl next to her, she had to hold back.

Thinking about what her little niece said just now, Li Li couldn't help but sigh softly.

I can't sleep tonight.

After Christmas, 1995 came quickly.

As soon as the New Year's Day holiday was over, the review meeting of the second World Chinese Literature Award Reading Class was held as scheduled.

The meeting was still held in Tangcheng Hotel. During the ten-day meeting, the participants had a fierce discussion and finally passed three rounds of voting. The list of shortlisted literary works was finally announced.

25 works including Yu Hua's "To Live", Wang Xiaobo's "The Golden Age", Li Jing's "Parental Love" and James Coleman's "Too Late" were successfully shortlisted.

As a member of the reading class, Fang Minghua can finally relax.

Today is January 15th, Sunday. Although this week is a short week, Fang Minghua got up early in the morning, packed up his fishing gear after breakfast, and drove out to fish.

Of course, he was not alone. Bai Miao and Jia Pingwa went together.

Since the beginning of summer last year, Fang Minghua took Bai Miao to Fenghe River to fish several times. Bai Miao also fell in love with this kind of entertainment. Both of them are rookies, and no one laughs at each other.

Besides, it's better than playing mahjong in the house, right?

Jia Pingwa found that the two of them had secretly done this entertainment activity and immediately joined in. At first, Fang Minghua thought he was a rookie like himself, but he didn't expect that this guy was quite proficient in fishing.

"My hometown, Dihua Town, you have been there before, it is beside the Danjiang River. When I was a child, my family was poor, so I often went to the river to catch shrimps and fish. I took an embroidery needle at home, burned it red and twisted it into a fish hook, used corn core as a float, and dug some earthworms from the mud by the river as bait, and ran to the river to fish." Jia Pingwa explained.

"At that time, we were poor, not only people were hungry, but fish were also hungry, so it was easy to fish, and I often caught a large basin of fish and shrimp and brought it home."

"Do you sell it for money?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Sell? Maybe people in the city want it, but no one in the country wants it. Minghua, you don't know that whether it is steamed or fried, these fish and shrimp must have vegetable oil, otherwise they will smell fishy, ​​but at that time, each person only had two taels of vegetable oil per month, how could they bear to let you fry it?!"

"Now I fish purely to recall the bitterness and sweetness." Jia Pingwa said at last, holding a cigarette.

Okay, just recall the bitterness and sweetness, we are here for entertainment.

Today Fang Minghua first went to the family compound of the Writers Association to pull up the white seedlings and then headed straight to the Ba River.

Although it was winter and the sky was gloomy, the enthusiasm of the two could not be suppressed. The place where they were fishing was a place called Three Lotus Flowers on the Ba River, on Baliu West Road. When they rushed over, they saw a Fukang car parked on the side of the road. The license plate number was Jia Pingwa's.

Sure enough, when Fang Minghua parked the car, he saw Jia Pingwa sitting on a stool by the river not far away and fishing.

While fishing, he also held a cigarette in his hand.

Although the weather was cold, the river surface had not frozen yet. The two immediately picked up the fishing gear and folding stools and set up positions around Jia Pingwa. With him around, there was no need to find a fish nest.

"Is he here? Where's Lu Yao? Didn't he clamor to come during the meeting two days ago?" Jia Pingwa greeted them when he saw them.

"He? He's still perfecting his novel." Fang Minghua replied.

Jia Pingwa shook his head.

Lu Yao's book "Collapse" has been written for three years, and it's still not completely finalized.

But that's just his temper.

If compared with Tang Dynasty poets, he belongs to the bitter poetry school like Jia Dao.

None of the three are professional fishermen, they just want to have fun, so there is no scruple to not talk while fishing, they all chat while fishing.

As they chatted, they talked about the review meeting of the reading class. The three are all members of the reading class, so naturally they have a common language.

"I didn't expect Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age" to pass the test so easily. I thought it would cause a lot of controversy." Jia Pingwa said.

"Are you talking about those erotic descriptions?" Fang Minghua asked back.

"Yes, look at the plots written by Wang Xiaobo. The descriptions in my book Wasted City are nothing. You still criticize me, what a bunch of cowards!"

At the end, Jia Pingwa couldn't help swearing.

It seems that he is still upset about the attack on his Wasted City in the literary world in the past two years.

But to be honest, compared with the euphemistic language used in Jia Pingwa's erotic descriptions in Wasted City, Wang Xiaobo is much more straightforward in his Golden Age.

Even Jia Pingwa's good friend Bai Ye, deputy editor of China Social Sciences Press, commented: "When Golden Age came out, almost all the previous erotic novels were shot down!"

Before Fang Minghua answered, Bai Miao next to him said: "Who gave you Jia Pingwa the ability? In Minghua's words, you used Zhuang Zhidie to mock the intellectual elites of this generation. Who else should they scold if not you?!"