1980 My literary era

After Lin Weimin left, the discussion in the People's Art Conference Room came to an end, and the seniors left the conference room with sighs.

Only Su Zhi frowned, still sitting there alone.

Lin Weimin is a disciple of Mr. Wan, and he writes scripts for Renyi because of Mr. Wan's face. Now that the situation has reached this point, he feels extremely headache.

After much thought, he might have to ask Mr. Wan to take action on this matter.

"For the people! For the people!"

So he found Lin Weimin at the entrance of Renyi who was about to ride away, and quickly called him to stop.

"Teacher Yu, do you have anything else?"

"Are you free? Let's go talk to Mr. Wan."

Lin Weimin knew that, so he must still not let go of "Farewell My Concubine". He instinctively didn't want to go to Mr. Wan's house. Going there would be like causing trouble to the old man.

But because of Yu Zhi's face, he had to go.

"good."

The two of them came to Mr. Wan's house together and said, "Mr. Jiabao, I'm sorry for disturbing you!"

"Haha, come and sit, I have nothing to do tonight."

Lin Weimin and Suzhi sat down, exchanged a few words and explained their intention.

Mr. Wan pondered for a long time.

So when she saw his expression, she explained: "Mr. Jiabao, my colleagues in the hospital are not trying to make things difficult for the people. From the perspective of art creators like us, the script of Wei Min is very good and has great value." It has high artistic value. But the play must be performed after all, and some people think that the information disseminated and the audience’s perception should be taken into account.”

Mr. Wan nodded slightly, "The opinions of the comrades in the courtyard are somewhat reasonable. I didn't consider it carefully before. But as Weimin said, if it is to be changed, the essence of this book will probably be lost."

"Alas!" Souzhi sighed deeply, "This is where the difficulty lies!"

Mr. Wan asked: "For the people, tell me what you think."

Lin Weimin had a headache. What ideas could he have? The script was written for the arts. If they want it, they can keep it. If they don't want it, they can take it away.

It is impossible to change something. Once it is changed, it will be completely changed beyond recognition.

He saw the sadness on his face, and the teacher was also thinking.

He didn't want to make Mr. Wan too embarrassed, so he had an idea in his mind and said: "Teacher, Teacher Yu, the comrades in the hospital are worried about the evaluation and impact of this play in the outside world, so can we make a prediction in advance?"

"What do you mean?" Mr. Wan asked.

Lin Weimin said: "When "Farewell My Concubine" was going to be published in People's Literature, we also encountered today's problems. But in the end, after discussions in our agency, we finally decided to publish it. The sample issue of this issue of "People's Literature" is all Now that it’s out, I’m thinking, how about we use People’s Literature to conduct a reader survey?”

So he said: "You are saying that readers' evaluation of the novel "Farewell My Concubine" will be used to decide whether the script of "Farewell My Concubine" should be changed?"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "I still said the same thing, either not to appear or not to change a word. What I mean is to use the form of evaluation to determine whether Farewell My Concubine can be on the stage of human art."

"Then what kind of evaluation method?" Sonzhi asked.

"It's very simple. The readers will rate it on a 10-point scale, with 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest. For school students, passing the exam is 60 points, and excellence is 85 points. Everyone recognizes the excellence of the script, so we will raise the standard. to 90 minutes.

If the reader rating of "Farewell My Concubine" can reach 9 or above, then Renyi will take part in this drama. On the other hand, if it doesn't reach 9 points, it will be treated as if I have never written the script. "

After listening to Lin Weimin's statement, Su Zhi and Mr. Wan were silent for a moment.

"For the people, you are digging a hole for yourself!" Souzhi sighed.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's not like digging a hole for yourself. The quality of the script is an objective fact, and everyone admits it. Now everyone is worried about the audience and readers, so we will put this standard to everyone and let the public give us Judgment, I’m confident in what I wrote.”

So he asked: "Mr. Jiabao, what do you think?"

Mr. Wan looked at Lin Weimin with dark eyes. He hesitated for a while and then said: "Then do as Weimin wants."

"Okay, then I will contact the Chinese Literature Society tomorrow." Suzhi said.

Mr. Wan waved his hand and said, "I'll tell Comrade Wen Jing."

Lin Weimin reminded: "Teacher, the next issue of "People's Literature" will be published soon."

Mr. Wan stood up and said, "Make a call now."

When Mr. Wan and Yan Wenjing reached the level, their homes were all equipped with telephones. Mr. Wan's phone was in the study room. He went in to make a call. Lin Weimin and Yu Zhi were waiting in the living room.

A few minutes later, Mr. Wan came out of the study and said, "I have already communicated with Comrade Wenjing. The publication of this issue of "People's Literature" will be postponed for one day to implement the reader survey. I propose not only to publish this issue of "Farewell My Concubine" A work or a work in this issue can participate in this survey. If the response is good, this habit can be retained!"

So he said: "Mr. Jiabao, you are still thoughtful."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "This is also a good thing for our society. With the readers' judgment, even if someone criticizes, we can use Premier Zhou's words to educate him: the people like to hear and see."

Mr. Wan and Yu Zhi had smiles on their faces. Mr. Wan said, "Thanks for your great idea."

"Hey, I'm in a hurry now."

Using Lin Weimin's idea, the debate about "Farewell My Concubine" can be put aside for the time being, and the rest is left to the readers to judge.

Lin Weimin and Su Zhi stood up to say goodbye and left Muxidi.

After the two left, Mr. Wan sat on the sofa for a long time.

Until Li Yuru came over and called him, "What are you thinking about?"

Mr. Wan shook his head slightly, "I'm old! I'm old!"

In fact, he knew very well the purpose of bringing Lin Weimin here today.

Although Su Zhi is now the first vice president of the hospital, in terms of qualifications, it is unlikely that he can win over the veteran comrades in the hospital.

After all, what is being discussed now is not administrative matters, but artistic creation, so it is not appropriate to suppress everyone's objections as the dean.

The only person who can open this mouth is yourself.

There was a look of torment in Mr. Wan's eyes. It was true that the older he got, the less courageous he became.

The wind and rain of these years have annihilated the courage and determination of those years.

Lin Weimin's young face flashed in his mind.

I came up with this idea simply because I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wan felt even more uncomfortable.

Li Yuru is Mr. Wan's bedside friend and understands his psychology very well. She comforted him and said: "A disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher does not have to be better than a disciple."

Mr. Wan felt a little relieved when he heard his wife's words, and at the same time he felt a little proud.

This is my disciple Wan Jiabao, who is not only talented and strong-minded, but also responsible!

A somewhat relieved smile appeared on his face, "Yes. I should be happy to have such a student."