Chapter 700: Jia Pingwa’s Trouble

After chatting for more than two hours, Fang Minghua was about to go back to the hotel and then return to Yanjing, but was stopped by Zhao Hongjun.

"What's the hurry? Let's have dinner together tonight, and we haven't gone fishing together yet!"

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Fang Minghua stayed in Shencheng for another three days, and followed Zhao Hongjun to the Oriental Fisherman's Wharf to fish. It was midsummer and it was too hot during the day, so they went out after nine o'clock in the evening and came back at midnight. They were actually playing night fishing!

It was really crazy. Fang Minghua had never played night fishing in Xijing.

But night fishing was quite interesting. The bright moonlight matched the calm lake surface, and the cool summer breeze blew, which made people feel comfortable.

There were just a lot of mosquitoes, so he had to bring more mosquito repellent.

At noon today, Fang Minghua took a plane to return to Xijing, and Zhao Hongjun drove him to the airport in person.

"Hongjun, I'll leave you the key to the house in Julu. Please find someone to help tidy up the garden. Send someone to clean it up when you have time. Don't let it grow weeds."

"Leave it to me, and you'll be assured." Zhao Hongjun agreed immediately: "Hey, I'll just find someone to renovate it for you, and you can live in Shencheng?"

"What about Tangtang? Set up another home in Shencheng like you?" Fang Minghua glanced at him and said.

"Hey, I didn't say that." Zhao Hongjun hurriedly said: "If Song Tangtang knew about it, she would chase me to Shencheng and chop me with a knife! You don't know, that girl was very wild when she was young."

Fang Minghua smiled slightly after hearing this, and didn't say anything, and asked again.

"Don't you want an old villa?"

"I'm not interested in that stuff. Xinjiangwan is building a villa area, and I plan to build a villa there." Zhao Hongjun said.

Fang Minghua shook his head after hearing this.

Personal preferences are different, and you can't force it.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when Fang Minghua took a flight to Xianyang International Airport. It was already seven o'clock in the evening when she took a bus to her home near Chaoyangmen.

It was quiet when she entered the yard. Only Song Tangtang was watching TV in the living room.

Seeing her husband come back, Song Tangtang smiled and asked for help with the luggage.

"Hey, where are the two kids? Are they upstairs?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"No, Lili took them to Yanjing." Song Tangtang said.

"Going to Yanjing?"

"My grandparents missed the two kids. It just so happened that Lili was going to Yanjing to attend the award ceremony. She won the National Excellent Literary Translation Rainbow Award."

"Really? Very good, worth congratulating." Fang Minghua smiled.

The National Excellent Literary Translation Rainbow Award is hosted by the External Relations Department of the China Writers Association. This award is selected every four years.

"Well, and Lili also copied your Harry Potter. There will be an academic exchange meeting after attending the award ceremony in Yanjing. After that, we will return to the United States directly."

"What about the two children?"

"I'll go to Yanjing to pick them up in a few days. You just came back and take a rest."

"That's fine."

"Oh, by the way, have you eaten? I'll ask Xiaoqin to cook for you." Song Tangtang suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to ask Fang Minghua if she had eaten after chatting for a long time.

"Not yet, just ask her to make a bowl of Shaozi noodles. I'm going to take a shower."

A few minutes after Fang Minghua came out of the shower and changed into clean clothes, Xiaoqin brought a big bowl of fragrant sauerkraut noodles. Fang Minghua peeled garlic again and told Song Tangtang about the business trip while eating.

The meeting in Hangzhou was skipped directly, and the main topic was what happened in Shanghai.

When she heard that Fang Minghua bought an old villa, Song Tangtang didn't say anything. She knew that her husband liked to buy houses - the possibility of living in those houses was very small.

Although Shencheng and Yanjing are both good, I still like Xijing after getting used to it.

Hearing Fang Minghua talking about Su Bin and others talking about the Internet and online literature, Song Tangtang fell into deep thought and suddenly asked.

"Minghua, if you can read novels on the Internet, will you be able to watch movies and TV series in the future?!"

Oh

My wife is really smart.

"Yes, I think it will be possible. When the computer network becomes popular one day and the speed is fast enough, you can watch movies and TV series on the computer!" Fang Minghua said.

"Will anyone still go to the cinema to watch movies?" Song Tangtang expressed his concerns.

"Well, I think there are still people who are willing to go to the cinema. After all, the effect of watching a big screen is better than watching a computer, right? And 3D movies can't be realized on the Internet."

"Oh Minghua, when can we go online at home?" Song Tangtang suddenly said again.

"Don't ask me about this, ask the Xijing Post and Telecommunications Bureau." Fang Minghua ate the noodles in a hurry and didn't forget to drink the noodle soup.

"Well, I'll go ask when I'm free. I'll go online no matter how expensive it is!"

After returning from Shanghai, Fang Minghua had some free time. Of course, he couldn't be idle for a day. He had finished writing the first Harry Potter book and was now writing the second.

Fang Minghua also knew the content of the last two days of the Hangzhou meeting on humanistic spirit. As expected, Jia Pingwa was very active in the discussion, criticizing Wang Shuo verbally and pen-writing, and venting his anger.

But perhaps he was a little too proud of himself, which made some people unhappy, and they immediately brought out his book "Wasteland" to criticize it.

What "accidentally created an "epic"? ”

“Wearing the uniform of ‘serious literature’, riding a cow from the northwest, leading a group of unruly modern Ximen Qings and beautiful women with various styles and burning desires, he came slowly and told people the biggest erotic myth at the end of the century”

“Becoming a ridiculous act of teaching cats to catch mice and a cultural accomplice of tigers”

It made Jia Pingwa embarrassed.

This group of people was originally going to scold Wang Shuo, but they turned their guns around and scolded him!

Fortunately, the discussion lasted only two days before it was over. Jia Pingwa immediately left with his luggage, and the discussion ended.

Jia Pingwa certainly would not tell Fang Minghua about these things. It was Lu Yao who came over to chat over tea.

"Minghua, you are right. I think this kind of discussion is irrelevant. Stay as far away as possible." Lu Yao finally sighed.

"People are impetuous nowadays. The literary world is no longer the literary world of the 1980s." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "If everyone really calms down and discusses, it will be a good thing. I am worried that it will be meaningless if people get emotional and debate for the sake of debate and end up making personal attacks."

"Indeed, Pingwa should not have been so prominent." Lu Yao nodded and said.

Fang Minghua originally thought that this matter would end like this, but Jia Pingwa fired this shot at the Hangzhou meeting. Afterwards, this group of people did not let it go, and even pointed the spearhead at the Qin Province writers, believing that as a force that cannot be ignored in the literary world, they were collectively silent in this big discussion.

"The Qin army's eastward expedition two years ago was so powerful, why did it suddenly become silent now? Is there a reason unknown to people?"

And Minghua, who is secretly regarded as the representative of the Qin Province literary world in the article, actually took an evasive attitude.

"Hide in a small building and become one, regardless of winter, summer, spring and autumn" This is a poem from Mr. Lu Xun's "Self-mockery". Is Minghua going to learn from Lu Xun? Don't forget the first two lines of this poem: Face the thousands of people's criticism with a cold brow, bow your head and be willing to be a child's ox! "If you think Mr. Lu Xun is just escaping from reality, you are wrong!"

Fang Minghua saw this review published in the "Literary Gazette" and was immediately angry!

Fuck!

I actually got angry!