Chapter 701 Counterattack

This comment in the "Literary News" was accidentally seen by Fang Minghua during a meeting of several leaders of the Provincial Writers Association.

"Who is this Pan Fengdong?"

Fang Minghua looked at the author of this comment and asked.

"He is a literature professor at East China Normal University. He was very active in the discussion on humanistic spirit this year." Jia Pingwa replied: "Have you forgotten? He participated in the seminars on the last two days of the Hangzhou Conference. Oh, you Asked for leave and left."

Jia Pingwa finally remembered.

"He is also the one who criticizes Pingwa the most." Lu Yao added with a smile.

I see!

"Minghua, what do you think we should do about this?" Chen Zhongshi asked, smoking his Bashan cigar.

Chen Zhongshi has been very worried about the construction of the new Writers Association building recently, so naturally he has no time to worry about it.

But as the chairman of a provincial writers association, I have to pay attention to this kind of public opinion.

"If a tiger doesn't show its power, he thinks it's Kitty the cat!" Fang Minghua swore: "Leave this matter to me!"

"Yes, Minghua! Write an article to refute it, this guy is too crazy!" Jia Pingwa suddenly became happy.

Lu Yao was a little worried: "Minghua, didn't you say you won't get involved in this matter?"

"We don't want to get involved, but the other party is so arrogant that he named them by name. It's so arrogant!" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Yes, it's no good if people are crazy, and dogs will get hit with bricks if they're crazy!" Jia Pingwa added.

Chen Zhongshi shook his head.

Jia Pingwa is adding fuel to the fire.

But it’s really not okay to let this matter go unnoticed. Although we old Qin people are simple and honest and not good at words, we are not bullied, right?

"Okay, Minghua, then you should pay more attention to this matter, and take it easy." Chen Zhongshi warned.

"I know."

After the meeting, Fang Minghua drove home and went into the study to make a cup of tea and think about the problem just now.

Fang Minghua has always avoided the discussion of humanistic spirit, which was a sensational academic hotspot in the mid-1990s.

The fundamental reason is: the "Humanistic Spirit Discussion" reflects the intellectuals' resistance to the trend of commercial culture, but it has serious flaws in its conceptual connotation, criticism direction and discussion methods.

This is not Fang Minghua’s personal understanding, but the common view of later generations of experts and scholars on this academic discussion.

In this case, the content of the discussion seems weak, and many times it turns into a verbal dispute or even a personal attack. A typical example is the "battle between two kings."

Fang Minghua was originally too lazy to deal with a discussion that seemed lively but had little social or academic value, but now...

Then I won't be polite!

Fang Minghua thought for a moment, turned on the computer and started typing.

In recent days, Fang Minghua has been busy with this matter, and his plans to write the second part of "Harry Potter" have been put aside for the time being.

Of course, you still have to go fishing.

Today is a weekend. It was just dawn in the morning and the whole family was still asleep. Fang Minghua tiptoed out of bed. After a brief wash, he took out his fishing gear from the utility room and put it behind the trunk of the car. By the way, The kitchen brought a cold steamed bun for breakfast and then drove away.

As usual, we first went to the Writers Association Family Home to pick up Bai Miao, and then drove straight to the Xitou Zhang Reservoir under the Hancun Bridge heading west.

"Minghua, Pingwa said, he is coming today too." Bai Miao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said.

Fang Minghua felt a little strange.

"Hey, isn't this guy rejuvenating and dating a little nurse? Does he still have time to go fishing on the weekend?"

It turned out that two years ago, Jia Pingwa was admitted to the hospital due to a recurrence of liver disease and met a young nurse in the hospital named Guo Mei.

Guo Mei is a nurse, an amateur model, and a loyal fan of Jia Pingwa. The girl is tall, young and beautiful. She admires Jia Pingwa, a great writer, and brings him vegetables and meals every day, reads books and newspapers, and does laundry and medicine for him.

In addition to her work as a nurse, she also incorporates a fan's infinite admiration for her idol, and a woman's love and care for her favorite man.

Jia Pingwa has been single for several years. After getting along for a while, Jia Pingwa was moved by Guo Mei's gentleness and kindness. After being discharged from the hospital, the two officially established a relationship.

In addition to work, Jia Pingwa basically spends her free time with Guo Mei. Especially recently, the two have reached the point of talking about marriage, and they are even more intimate.

I didn’t expect to have time to go fishing with some grown men!

"I heard that Guo Mei is coming too." Bai Miao added.

Damn it!

Got it!

Fang Minghua and the others came to Xitou Zhang Reservoir and got into position with their fishing rods. Not long after, they saw a car speeding by and parked on the side of the road. A man and a woman got out of the car. Sure enough, it was Jia Jia. Pingwa and Guo Mei!

The girl was quite generous. When they saw Fang Minghua, the two of them immediately called "Brother Fang" and "Brother Bai" affectionately.

The two of them couldn't say anything, so they just greeted each other with a smile.

Jia Pingwa set up her posture very skillfully, and Guo Mei held up a small horse and sat next to him obediently to watch him fishing.

The girl was very well-behaved and didn't talk nonsense when she knew she was fishing. She just sat quietly aside, but Jia Pingwa seemed to talk more today.

"Minghua, what have you been busy with lately?"

"Nothing to do. I'm not like you, a model worker in our Writers' Association." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Indeed.

Jia Pingwa is not only the vice-chairman of the Provincial Writers' Association, but also the chairman of the Xijing Writers' Association. She is also the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Meiwen", and she also insists on writing. The novel "White Night" was just published this year, and now he is writing another novel "Tumen". He is recognized as a model worker in the literary world of Qin Province.

After hearing what Fang Minghua said, Jia Pingwa looked a little anxious: "Minghua, didn't you say you were going to write an article to refute Pan Fengdong? Have you forgotten?"

"How could I forget Pingwa? You didn't date Xiao Guo today, but you dragged the girl here to fish. Could it be that you wanted to talk about this?" Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something and asked.

Jia Pingwa smiled and said nothing.

Guo Mei defended Jia Pingwa and said that she came here on her own initiative to watch you great writers fishing.

What is the relationship between writers and fishing?

It's the beginning of August, the hottest day in Xijing. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun is too strong and you can't stand it. You, a delicate girl, have to suffer this?

Of course, Fang Minghua didn't need to expose it, but said: "Pingwa, you should take Xiao Guo back. As for writing the article, don't worry."

"That's right, Pingwa, go back quickly, don't let Xiao Guo get tanned." Bai Miao also said.

Jia Pingwa also took advantage of the situation and said, "Since you are here, why don't you fish for a while before leaving? Wait until the weather gets hotter before leaving."

It was past nine o'clock, and the weather was getting hotter. Jia Pingwa said goodbye to the two and took the girl back to the city.

On the way, Guo Mei couldn't help asking, "Pingwa, you write such a good article, why don't you just write an article to refute it? Do you have to let Brother Fang write it?"

"You don't know, Fang Minghua is a master in writing literary theory. I don't know how he knows so much. He can easily pick up ancient and modern Chinese and foreign things. Many of his arguments are very novel and you have to admire them. I really can't compare with him in this regard." Jia Pingwa said.

"Did Brother Fang write it?"

"I guess he did, but I'll go over to see it in the evening, so I can rest assured." Jia Pingwa said.