1980 My literary era

What does a creator need most?

Usually some people would say it is inspiration, but inspiration is just a lead. What really triggers the birth of a work should be the creator's full immersion in it.

But precisely because of this, it is very likely to lead to serious self-appreciation and self-narcissism.

Therefore, a good creator must have the ability to step out of himself and examine his own work from a third perspective.

Perhaps because of time travel, Lin Weimin has always been calm and restrained in this regard.

Although Yu Zhaohuai's novel inspired him so much that he almost finished it in one go.

But looking back, I still found a lot of problems in the novel, and Lin Weimin still deleted it without mercy.

After deleting and deleting, Lin Weimin felt that he should add more. It took nearly a month until Yu Zhaohuai called again.

"Yes, yes, it was originally a short story, but after I wrote it down, I thought it could be expanded into a medium-length story. Please wait a moment, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Chaoyang asked Lin Weimin, "Didn't I remember that you promised to write a short story?"

Lin Weimin spread his hands and said: "There is no way, inspiration has come, just writing a short story is a bit wasteful."

"Hey!" Tan Chaoyang looked at his expression and cursed with a smile.

"Aren't you very efficient? Why did it take you so long to write the novella this time?"

Lin Weimin said: "The story this time is a bit absurd, so I have to write it carefully, otherwise it will easily become absurd. Delete, modify, and modify it. It's a little slow."

Qin Chaoyang praised: "It's okay, I'm really becoming more and more mature now."

The maturity he refers to is the ability to have self-control in creation, which is rare for a creator.

When he was about to get off work, Mark Meng found the Chinese Literature Society.

"Old Ma, why are you here?"

"Forest!"

Mark Meng came up and gave Lin Weimin a hug first, and then said: "Tomorrow is Christmas. We plan to go to Yanjing Hotel. There is a Christmas event there tonight. I would like to invite you to go with me. How about it?"

Mark Meng came all the way to invite him, how could Lin Weimin refuse, "Okay!"

But he thought about his eldest nephew who was alone at home, "Can I bring someone else with me?"

Mark Meng was stunned for a moment, seemed to have thought of something, and asked: "Male or female?"

"Man, my nephew, what's wrong?"

Mark Meng seemed relieved, "It's nothing, you're welcome."

"Okay, then it's settled."

After Mark Meng left, Lin Weimin thought that these foreigners seemed to want to give some gifts for Christmas. Since they were going, they still had to prepare something.

When he was about to get off work, he left for a while and went to Wangfujing to buy some Chinese-style gifts that young foreigners like, and also bought some other things along the way.

When he got home in the evening, Lin Weimin told Han Zhuangzhuang the news about going to Yanjing Hotel tomorrow to join in the fun. Han Zhuangzhuang was very excited.

"Uncle, what's Christmas like for foreigners?"

Lin Weimin thought for a while, "Except we don't set off firecrackers, it's almost the same as our Spring Festival."

Han Zhuangzhuang's face was full of expectations. Actually, his uncle didn't know that he would have rehearsals tomorrow night.

However, Han Zhuangzhuang didn't plan to say it. He planned to skip tomorrow night's rehearsal and asked for leave because he had diarrhea.

You definitely can't tell your uncle about this, otherwise you'll be scolded.

The next day is December 24, what Westerners call Christmas Eve.

In China in the 1980s, no one paid attention to these things except in some specific places.

Before getting off work that day, Han Zhuangzhuang ran to the Chinese Literature Society.

Lin Weimin didn't need to think that this kid must have run out in advance. He wanted to scold him, but when he thought that he invited him, he couldn't say anything.

The uncle and nephew rode a bicycle in the direction of Yanjing Hotel.

"Uncle, I plan to buy a bicycle for the Chinese New Year."

"Have you saved enough money?" Lin Weimin asked.

"I've saved enough already!" Han Zhuangzhuang's tone was a bit proud.

He had money when he was in school. In the past few months, he had been living and eating at Lin Weimin's house. Except for occasionally buying some food, his monthly salary was a net surplus. It was not difficult to save a bicycle.

"What do you think of my bicycle?"

"Pretty good!"

"Then my uncle sold you."

"Sell me?"

Han Zhuangzhuang turned his head to look at Lin Weimin in shock.

"Look at the road, look at me | What are you doing?" Lin Weimin punched him on the back.

Han Zhuangzhuang turned his head back and muttered: "Uncle, you are not kind!"

"Fart! You eat my food and drink my food. Is it too much for me to sell you a bicycle?"

Besides, I’ve only been riding this bike for a year, so it’s new! If you don’t need a ticket, where can you find such a good deal? "

Han Zhuangzhuang knew that he could not convince his uncle, so he said in a low voice: "Then how much do you want?"

"One hundred and fifty!"

"Why don't you go and grab it?"

Han Zhuangzhuang was angry. Is this still kissing his uncle?

"Then how much do you think it will cost?"

"sixty."

"You evil-hearted thing!"

"Then eighty?"

"One price, one hundred yuan, I don't want a ticket."

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a long time, "Okay."

Lin Weimin scolded: "Don't act like you've suffered a loss."

Han Zhuangzhuang muttered again, "Don't expect me to support you until you die."

Lin Weimin punched the boy twice.

"Uncle, if you sell your bicycle to me, what are you riding?" Han Zhuangzhuang suddenly remembered and asked.

"Uncle, let's exchange for a motorcycle."

motorcycle?

Han Zhuangzhuang just thought that Harazi was about to flow out.

Riding a motorcycle on the street these days is much more popular than driving a BMW or Mercedes-Benz in later generations.

It's not a matter of price, but rarity.

If you walk around the city of Yanjing for a whole day, you may not see a few motorcycles.

In the past few years, many domestic motorcycles were imported. They were placed in the windows of department stores and it was unlikely that they would sell many units in a year.

That is to say, this year, the Jialing Factory signed a technical cooperation contract with Nibo Honda to jointly produce the CJ50 in the Chinese market. From then on, the prices of domestic motorcycles began to slowly become more affordable to the people.

But at the end of 1981, this thing was still extremely expensive for ordinary people these days!

There is a Yamaha 125 with an imported four-stroke engine in the window of Wangfujing Department Store. The price is 3,800 yuan. Even if it is the salary of a senior cadre, you have to save up for three years without eating or drinking to afford it.

The idea of ​​changing to a motorcycle came to Lin Weimin's mind yesterday when he went to Wangfujing to buy gifts. Looking at the Yamaha 125 in the window, Lin Weimin felt that it would be a good idea to buy a motorcycle to ride as he could not switch to a four-wheeled car for the time being. Yes, it saves you some effort!

He is not short of money now. His pursuit of wealth is not to the point of spending everything just to increase the value. He has to enjoy the money he makes.

He doesn't want to do things that mean he can make money but not spend his life!

Arriving at the entrance of Yanjing Hotel, there were especially many foreigners coming in and out of the hotel today.

Mark Meng led Lin Weimin's uncle and nephew into the restaurant. Lin Weimin met several foreigners in the restaurant, Xiao Hei Yoko, Yin Geli, Cao Mengde, Feng Xiaolong, plus Mark Meng, these five people were often together. The active group was also the five foreign students who were most familiar with Lin Weimin.

Xiao Heiyangzi was a little shy when he saw Lin Weimin, so he just called "Mr. Lin" softly, and sat next to Yin Geli and stopped talking.

Several people's eyes wandered ambiguously between the two of them, but Lin Weimin glared back fiercely.

Several people came to the restaurant on the seventh floor of the West Building. Today it was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and there was a Christmas tree. Even the service staff were wearing Santa Claus hats, which was full of festive atmosphere.

The restaurant was almost full of foreigners, and Lin Weimin and the others finally found an empty seat.

On an occasion like today, the two Chinese people, Lin Weimin's uncle and nephew, became invisible at first glance.

After sitting down, Lin Weimin distributed the gifts he bought to everyone one by one, and he also accepted everyone's gifts.

Gifts are not expensive, what matters is the thought and process.

Today's meal was hosted by a group of international students. Mark Meng originally wanted to invite Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang, but he invited them.

Lin Weimin quickly rejected him. The little brother didn't understand Han Zhuangzhuang's strength, and Lin Weimin was afraid that he couldn't stand the excitement.

When ordering, everyone said they couldn't eat that much, but Lin Weimin still ordered three more dishes, "It's okay, these dishes are for us alone."

After the dishes were served, everyone knew the reason why Lin Weimin ordered three more dishes.

Han Zhuangzhuang was really excited when he ate. Not to mention the amount of food he ate, the difference was obvious just by looking at his posture.

Just like watching mukbang in later generations, everyone's appetite was boosted by seeing him eating so deliciously.

While everyone was eating, a dozen performers wearing suits and formal wear and carrying musical instruments walked into the restaurant.

"This is a performance specially prepared by the restaurant tonight." Mark Meng said in a low voice.

The service of the five-star hotel was indeed in place. Lin Weimin gave Han Zhuangzhuang a kick and asked him to eat slowly while thinking about enjoying the show.

Today is Christmas for Westerners, and the hotel specially invited performers from a national-level orchestra, and someone even announced the curtain when the show started.

The treatment of foreigners in China is indeed a bit too superior.

Ordinary people pay to see this stuff, but foreigners enjoy it for free after dinner.

While complaining in his mind and enjoying the free high-quality programs, Mark Meng said to Lin Weimin: "Lin, do you know? Uncle Qiaosen asked my Chinese teacher in the United States to translate your novel."

Lin Weimin's first reaction was that Qiao Sen, a foreigner, wanted to pirate his book.

Amused by his own thoughts, he looked at Mark Meng.

Mark Meng looked at him seriously and said, "I think he probably wants to publish your book."

Lin Weimin thought about the time Qiao Sen visited the Chinese Literature Society again. Could it be that that time Qiao Sen, an old man, understood it?

He doesn't quite understand this kind of brain circuit, but who knows, if people want to translate it, they can translate it. As long as it's not illegal publishing or piracy, it has nothing to do with him.

Lin Weimin guessed that Qiao Sen wanted to carefully understand the content of "Farewell My Concubine" before making specific opinions.

He actually had a little expectation for this in his heart.