1980 My literary era

In the eyes of the teachers and classmates at the institute, Lin Weimin, who is only twenty years old, is really just like a child.

Despite everyone's usual jokes, everyone still loves and cares about Lin Weimin, a young man who can almost be considered a child of many people.

The idea of ​​making him a labor committee member was just to put an extra burden on him, so that he wouldn't be as shabby as he had been in the office these past few days.

It's a pity that this guy is really a bit slippery, which makes him a headache.

While eating, Lin Weimin stared into Huang Zonghan's eyes, "Old Huang, you betrayed me, right?"

The piece of meat that Huang Zonghan had just put into his mouth suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he kept coughing, while his eyes averted with guilt.

"Stop pretending, I know everything."

Seeing that Huang Zonghan could no longer pretend, he said, "Isn't everyone doing this for your own good?"

All joking aside, Lin Weimin understood that everyone was not harming him.

But Lin Weimin had a question in his mind. He had only been in the school for a few days, so why did his teachers and classmates unanimously identify him as a troubled youth?

Lin Weimin felt that the problem still lay with Huang Zonghan.

He had whispered to Qu Xiaowei just now, and this old boy, Lao Huang, was always hiding behind his back.

Well, it's not quite accurate to say Mi Tai. Everything he said was true, but this man didn't understand the meaning behind what he did.

It seems there is still a lack of communication!

"Old Huang!" Lin Weimin said earnestly.

Huang Zonghan felt a chill in his heart. Why did this tone sound like he was asking him to prepare for his funeral?

"If you have any opinions about our brothers' previous relationship, just tell me in person."

Huang Zonghan's heart echoed with Lao Jiao's words: I am Dad Xie!

He quickly waved his hand, "For the people, I am either saying bad things behind your back, or Teacher Tang and the others have talked about this topic..."

"I understand, I understand, everyone is doing it for my own good." Lin Weimin sighed, "You still don't understand me. Who do you think I am?"

If you don’t learn, you have no skills!

"I understand, I understand."

Huang Zonghan began to reflect on himself. Why is he still inconsistent with his words now?

Lin Weimin secretly looked at Huang Zonghan's expression. Lao Wang didn't seem to believe it!

He also began to reflect on himself. Could it be that he had let himself go too much in the past two days and allowed everyone to see my true face in such a short period of time? Phew, have you misunderstood yourself?

Because of this incident, the Literary Research Institute is his only life-saving straw now. His reputation has been ruined in just a few days.

When people hang out in the martial arts world, what matters most is reputation.

I, Lin Weimin, am a decent man, and I can't let my reputation be ruined like this.

Lin Weimin decided to keep a low profile during the next period of time and build up his character.

The exchange with Huang Zonghan ended happily.

Today is the last day of official classes. After lunch, Lin Weimin ran back to the dormitory to take a nap. When he woke up, several uncles in the dormitory were either reading or writing. The atmosphere was very good, and there was a table placed horizontally on the bed. Lin Weimin seemed out of place.

Thinking of saving his character, Lin Weimin sat down at his desk, picked up his pen and started writing.

Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao, who were immersed in their desks, were interrupted by his actions. They saw him sitting at the desk with surprise on their expressions.

Transitioned?

The two old comrades looked at each other with relief in their eyes.

Everyone’s efforts have not been in vain!

At this time, Huang Zonghan, who was sitting by the window reading, came over with the book in his hand and glanced at Lin Weimin's manuscript paper.

"I sleep in the spring without waking up, and I sleep until I am full. I have nothing to do when I am free, and I am hungry and want to eat grass."

"The incense burner in Rizhao produced purple smoke. Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant, his mouth watered three thousand feet, and he touched his pocket without money."

…

"You..." Lin Weimin turned around and glared, now his underwear was stripped off.

Huang Zonghan also felt that he was wrong and sat back by the window with his book in his arms.

Lin Weimin turned to look at Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao, "I'm looking for inspiration!"

The two of them nodded doubtfully. Scholars are not cows. Inspiration requires chance. This may be a way to serve the people.

After fooling the older men in the dormitory, Lin Weimin began to scratch his head.

what to do? This is not going to work, as your uneducated and unskilled nature will be exposed.

He rationally analyzed his current situation.

Coming from an urban family, it is not easy to return to the city. Even if you return to the city, you may not necessarily find a good job.

At present, the organizational relationship is still in the countryside. If the road to the Literary Research Institute is cut off, he will first have to return to the countryside. At that time, he doesn’t know how long it will take to return to the city.

The most important thing is that Mingming Literary Studies Institute is a good path, and you have to go on it firmly.

This is a path through which hundreds of thousands of scrapped manuscripts are coded every year.

Lin Weimin touched the callus on the middle finger of his right hand, which was worn out by writing this year.

He thought it might be because he had been so miserable in the countryside for a year and finally came to the capital of Yanjing. He subconsciously wanted to release and indulge.

Now he has come to realize that such indulgence and cleverness alone are not enough for a good life, at least not for him who is now impoverished.

Lin Weimin thought about it and felt that he had to work hard at the Literary Research Institute. It would be best if he could publish a few more works. In this way, he could not only get royalties and improve his life, but also make a name for himself. If he could use this to adjust his relationship to It would be best to come to Yanjing.

The quality of the written work is uncertain. If there is no work, then you have to rely on connections. The prerequisite is that in the eyes of the teachers, you are a good and reliable child, so performing well is a must.

Lin Weimin was an ordinary college student before he traveled through time. His experience during this year's time travel taught him that having prophetic experience is not a necessary condition for success, and it is best to make more preparations.

These days, organizational relationships and household registration are the basis for a person's survival. If you solve this problem first, you can advance, attack, retreat and defend, which is more secure.

After understanding this truth, Lin Weimin felt that his mind had calmed down and was not as rough as the previous two days.

The pen was spinning in his hand, and he was thinking that he should really write something. After all, he had embarked on the path of making a living by writing.

Before Lin Weimin traveled through time, he was not a book lover. At best, he was a book lover who read a lot of online novels.

He doesn't have the plug-in skills in online novels that can be used to copy literary works after time travel and rebirth, but he can almost recall most of the film and television works.

This is a direction that can be tried. Lin Weimin tried it before when he tried writing in rural areas.

But at the time, I didn’t know whether it was because I was not good at writing or my style was wrong, but none of the works I wrote were used.

But the problem is that the content of literary works in my mind is very little, but there are many film and television works. I can't give up on this path!

You need to dig deeper into the potential of these works.