Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Hey, this is a good friend of mine, named Fang Minghua. We joined the team together and now work at "Yanhe" magazine." Zhao Hongjun briefly introduced Fang Minghua to everyone.

The music was still playing and the dancing was still going on. The young men and women glanced at him without showing much enthusiasm.

But Zhao Hongjun was still very enthusiastic and whispered: "This is called ballroom dancing! Have you heard of it? You sit down first, and I will call a girl to teach you how to dance!"

"I'm fine, you can be busy."

Watching Zhao Hongjun walk towards the young man and woman sitting opposite, Fang Minghua sat down on the sofa next to him.

It is obvious that this is the living room of a private residence. Looking at the fabric sofa, floor-standing table lamp, and thick dark green curtains that have been temporarily moved aside, you can tell that the owner of this house is the same as Zhao Hongjun's father. Be a leader.

He was probably not at home, and was secretly used as a temporary dance hall by these young people.

Xijing is relatively conservative, and ballroom dancing has not yet emerged in society. That is, young people like Zhao Hongjun were the first to be exposed to this new thing.

And this Teresa Teng song is still a "famous song" these days. If it spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar. I guarantee that the elders and aunts wearing red armbands in the neighborhood committee will confiscate your crime tools and give you a lively lesson on the spot. Ideological education class.

But with this group of people, it's okay.

It seems that they have just learned it, and they dance awkwardly, but they are all having fun.

Three steps, four steps. It's pretty formal, there's no messy side dancing.

A tall girl attracted Fang Minghua's attention. She had a long braid and was actually wearing a 65-style female military uniform!

The dance is graceful, and it looks like he has been trained. He is probably an artist.

After the song ended, Zhao Hongjun walked up to the girl and whispered a few words. The girl looked at Fang Minghua who was sitting on the sofa, nodded and walked over.

"Minghua, let me introduce you. This is Song Tangtang. She is my sister. She is from the Southern Xinjiang Art Troupe and has just returned from visiting relatives. She is a very good dancer. I asked her to teach you."

"Hello." Fang Minghua quickly stood up and glanced at the girl in front of him.

Without makeup, cool and glamorous.

He smiled and said, "Thank you, no, you can just play."

"I said Fang Minghua, why is a grown man so coy? If the girl is willing to teach you, just learn."

After hearing this, Fang Minghua had no choice but to take off the military coat he was wearing and make a gesture of invitation.

At this time, singing sounded again from the recorder:

a certain day of a certain year and a certain month

like a broken face

It's hard to say goodbye

Just let everything go away

this is not an easy thing

We didn't cry

The old song "Just Like Your Tenderness".

The voice doesn't sound like Teresa Teng's singing. It sounds like it's Tsai Qin?

At this time, Song Tangtang had already begun to teach Fang Minghua how to dance.

"Attention! Your left hand is holding my right hand, which is higher than your shoulder. Your right hand is holding my waist. Keep your chest up, your back up, and your abdomen in! This is the rhythm of four-four beats. You step with your left foot first!"

"ready, go!"

The two started dancing to the music.

Song Tangtang had long been mentally prepared to be stepped on by the opponent a few times, but he didn't expect that the opponent followed the rhythm without any chaos at all.

"You can dance ballroom?" Song Tangtang asked in surprise.

"Our magazine also held dance parties, so I learned from them." Fang Minghua explained.

Song Tangtang didn't say anything else, and the two of them just danced to the music silently.

The girl soon discovered. Not only can he dance, but he can also dance very well, with free steps and graceful movements.

The two became the center of attention.

Of course Fang Minghua didn't learn it in a magazine. As a former post-80s generation, how could he not learn ballroom dancing in college?

After dancing to the song, Fang Minghua politely said "thank you" and then sat on the sofa alone.

At this time, Zhao Hongjun came over and said with a smile: "Minghua, yes, you can dance so well? Where did you learn it? Magazine club?"

Fang Minghua nodded.

"Okay, then I can rest assured. We are all friends here. You can find any girl to dance with." Zhao Hongjun said.

"I know, just have fun with it."

The dance music started playing again, and Zhao Hongjun found a girl to dance, but Fang Minghua sat on the sofa and did not move.

In fact, he has already seen that these men and women, like Zhao Hongjun, are probably the sons of officials. He can feel the sense of alienation, especially those girls. Wearing turtleneck sweaters and jeans and bell-bottoms, they are all as proud as little swans.

That's right, if we're not in the same circle, why do we get together?

If it weren't for Zhao Hongjun, he would have left long ago.

But when it comes, make peace with it.

The heating in the room was sufficient and very comfortable.

Fang Minghua felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the white porcelain teacup on the table, and grabbed some tea leaves from the tea box next to him to give himself a cup of tea.

He took a small sip.

Great tea!

Like Longjing.

As expected, he is the leader of a family, and ordinary people cannot afford to drink.

Before time travel, Fang Minghua liked to drink tea. Naturally, he couldn’t afford the top-quality Longjing tea that cost thousands of yuan per catty, but tea that cost several hundred yuan per catty was still acceptable. But when he came to this time and space, he could only drink the labor insurance tea issued by his work unit— —It’s just tea root and tea powder, so the taste is naturally poor.

Now I can drink high-end tea and enjoy it naturally.

When Fang Minghua was enjoying tea leisurely, Song Tangtang was looking at him across from him and suddenly walked towards him.

"Fang Minghua, can we dance another song?"

Fang Minghua was stunned for a moment, but quickly stood up.

If a girl takes the initiative to invite you and doesn't dance, then she's being too pretentious.

"please!"

The two walked to the center of the room. This time it was a song with a four-three beat rhythm, which is usually called three steps. Fang Minghua took Song Tangtang and spun around the living room.

"You can dance very well in three steps." Song Tangtang couldn't help but say.

"Study in the magazine club."

"What do you do in the magazine?" the girl asked again.

"The doorman is the one who looks after the gate."

"Ah?! Doorman?" The girl's tone was surprised, and her steps slowed down involuntarily.

Fang Minghua reminded, and Song Tangtang quickly kept up.

At this time the dance music ended, Fang Minghua put down the girl's hand and sat on the original sofa again.

This time, Song Tangtang actually followed him, sat next to him and continued to ask:

"You said you were a guard? I don't believe it. Is there a Fang Minghua in your magazine?"

"It's just me, what's wrong?"

"You're lying! There is a writer named Fang Minghua in your magazine, who wrote the book "Into the Dust" and a poem!"

"you saw it?"

"My cousin read it, and she let me read the little poem." Song Tangtang explained.

After listening to Song Tangtang's words, Fang Minghua smiled and replied: "There seems to be no conflict between the two professions of writing and janitor, right?"

Oh I got it!

Song Tangtang understood.

It was the young doorman in front of me who wrote that novel and that poem!

Suddenly, Song Tangtang seemed to have thought of something and smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" Fang Minghua felt that her smile was a little strange and couldn't help but ask.

"My cousin always thought Fang Minghua was an older man and called him teacher."