In the atmosphere of welcoming the Asian Games to the whole world, "Fanghua", which was published in contemporary times, met with readers.

I have to say that in this era when poetry and the distance have not yet gone far, the contemporary influence is still there, and there are still a large number of loyal fans and readers.

Feng Xiaogang, an artist at Peking TV, is one of them.

After work, he bought a contemporary book, rode his newly bought motorcycle home, and in a month, his wife was about to give birth, these days, he is a good husband.

After listening to his wife's belly for a while, from time to time he could see the little feet in his belly kicking his belly, and he grinned like something.

When his wife fell asleep, he smoked and read under the lamp, and when the story of this art troupe came into his heart, he still couldn't help but sigh.

"This person has been in the art troupe for ......" he said and went to look for the author's name again, "Hey, hey, hey......" but when he saw the author's name, he couldn't speak.

Jiang Xun?

Ya Ting, when did you become a writer?

He knew that Jiang Xun had never been in the art troupe.

When the next morning, I couldn't wait to rush back to the TV station to find Zhao Baogang, so I slapped the contemporary magazine on Zhao Baogang's table.

"What are you crazy about......" The post-production that the TV series longed for was in full swing, Zhao Baogang slept in the unit last night, and when he saw Feng Xiaogang's appearance, he couldn't help but tease him, "Found the treasure?" ”

"I've really found a treasure, look, Xunzi's masterpiece." Feng Xiaogang couldn't wait to open it, and didn't care how many pages Zhao Bao had just read, he had to drag him to find Jiang Xun.

As an artist who has been in the art troupe, I have beautiful and painful memories of those years.

"I'm not going, I have something to do here, I'm ......" Zhao Baogang shouted while being pulled onto the motorcycle, and the motorcycle galloped all the way to the Chinese opera.

Jiang Xun is not in Chinese opera, he walked out of the campus to do voluntary labor, he and Jiang Shan, Han Qing, and Xu Fan were all picking up popsicle paper on the road.

"Xunzi, Xunzi ......" Seeing Jiang Xun, Feng Xiaogang came up excitedly, "I saw your masterpiece, it was so well written, so good." ”

Xu Fan was startled, and the buddy who was holding the teeth coldly came up and hugged Jiang Xun, although it was not her, but she still had goosebumps all over her body in the summer.

"What's so good?" Jiang Xun watched Han Qing buy a popsicle and threw the popsicle paper on the ground, and he stepped forward to pick it up again.

This is not like Feng Xiaogang flattering Wang Shuo, he really feels good, and he wants to say something to Jiang Xun with a stomach.

He feels that Fanghua is a nostalgic work tailored for his comrades-in-arms who have had the experience of art troupes, and it is also a tribute to an era that is fading away in this artistic way.

"A philosopher once said that a true hero is one who loves life even after recognizing it. The sadness forgotten by the times is thorough, but the beauty of human nature is like a warm bright color, which makes people regain the courage to live. Feng Xiaogang said it bitterly, and he said it righteously and strictly.

Oh, you see this?

Jiang Xun looked at Xu Fan, Xu Fan blinked, he didn't expect this person to be ugly, but what he said was not ugly.

"Xunzi, in an era like ours, we need to salvage the beautiful humanity that has sunk under the water of the times, we need to reflect on our past roughness and anger, and we need to wash our numb emotional ...... with a hearty tear."

At this moment, Feng Xiaogang became a poet, "I believe that "Fanghua" has done this. ”

Oh, yes?

Jiang Xun blinked.

"If it's not for anything else, it's for Fanghua, I'll treat you at noon, and you can choose any place."

"You're going out for a treat?" Zhao Baogang was happy, how difficult it was, he also knew that Feng Xiaogang's family was not rich, and the three melons and two dates in his pocket were often controlled by his daughter-in-law.

"No, really don't go, volunteer labor." Jiang Xun resigned.

"Voluntary labor also has to eat." Feng Xiaogang looked at a restaurant on the side of the road, "Everyone go, let's go together." ”

"Hey, young master, don't say it, I'm really hungry." Han Qing can't miss this opportunity, he can't improve his life in school, so he can seize the opportunity today.

"Sail, a piece." Jiang Xun invited Xu Fan, today may be the first time Feng Xiaogang and Xu Fan have met.

"I'm not going, I'll go back to school with the vegetables." Xu Fan glanced at Feng Xiaogang and looked at him, this person was really unbearable.

"Don't pay off, I'm sincerely treating, sister, what do you call ......" Feng Xiaogang was very enthusiastic and enthusiastically let Xu Fan and Jiang Shan into the restaurant.

During the banquet, he recited a passage in Fanghua, "His name is Liu Feng, at that time, we sang the praises of unknown heroes, the greatness in the ordinary, that is, we sang the praises of people like Liu Feng, the girl in the raincoat, her name is He Xiaoping, and she is a recruit dragged by our dance team to pick up Liu Feng."

The ending of her and Liu Feng decades later can be traced back to the day when Liu Feng took her into the art troupe......"

"Actually, after reading it, my buddy was really moved last night, and Xunzi's work will definitely be ......"

Xu Fan and Jiang Shan looked ignorant at first, but when they saw him reciting seriously with two big teeth, they laughed out loud.

"Xunzi, you said that this person is quite innocent......"

After eating, Xu Fan whispered to Jiang Xun.

……

However, borrowing Feng Xiaogang's auspicious words, Fanghua is really popular.

At first, there was praise and criticism, after all, it was a contemporary published work, representing a level, but later, the voice of criticism became louder and louder.

"What does the author of Fanghua want to tell the times?"

This is an article published in a well-known newspaper in Beijing, and Fanghua's criticism is getting louder and louder as the Asian Games approach.

Although the article is only a little more than 1,000 words, it is enough in this newspaper.

Moreover, the author of the article was a very important big man in the literary world, and he also had many titles, and his words were immediately followed by a group of literary critics, and his tone and tone became more and more unfriendly.

"I sometimes suspect that an author who was born in this era and cannot see the majesty and light of this era, but the characters and emotions in his pen are so negative and ......"

In the ward of a hospital in Peiping, when he saw the newspaper, he first smiled, and then his color became heavy.

"Yes, I'll go to Cao Yu."

In this hospital, Mr. Cao Yu has been working for eight or seven years, and has lived here intermittently for eight years.

Today, when Sozhi came to see him in a hospital gown, he was looking at something.

He always had several notebooks at hand, including loose-leaf books, small notebooks, and horizontal notebooks for students...... The content in it is very rich and complicated, including his thoughts, diaries, dialogues of characters, poems written, and more outlines of the scripts he wants to write.

"Have you read the newspaper, our little Jiang Xun is being criticized...... so he sat down with a smile on his face and took out the newspaper.