1980 My literary era

Everyone was talking about the feelings Lin Weimin had just spoken out and the ending of the adaptation. They had different opinions, but they were unanimously positive about the quality of Lin Weimin's ending.

It happened that Teacher Tang Yuqiu came back from outside. Seeing everyone chatting happily, he asked, "What were they talking about?"

Jiang Zilong repeated what Lin Weimin said just now. Tang Yuqiu nodded in approval and said, "It's a great idea. You can definitely try to write it down!"

Nani?

Watching a movie and showing yourself a homework?

Everyone looked at Lin Weimin with expressions of fun, and he begged for mercy: "Teacher Tang, I haven't written my review yet, so please don't give me homework."

"How can this be called arranging homework? You are all writers. When you have good inspirations and ideas, you should write them down. When you think about it, write it down and show it to me. It will be your review."

After Tang Yuqiu finished speaking, he entered the screening room and everyone burst into laughter.

Lin Weimin looked troubled and said angrily: "Why are you laughing?"

Everyone laughed louder, and the air was filled with joy.

Lin Weimin sighed.

At this time last year, he was working hard at coding and climbing the grid. It can be seen that the profession of a writer still cannot be too comfortable, otherwise problems will occur.

How many classics were written when the author was poor and down and out? How many writers have become famous but then their talents have expired?

Jiang Zilong patted Lin Weimin's shoulder again, "Teacher Tang has high hopes for you, don't let her down!"

Ignoring him and everyone else's teasing, Lin Weimin returned to the screening room. The second movie shown next was a Soviet movie called "Sonata by the Lake". Lin Weimin had never heard of it, let alone watched it, but the quality was surprisingly good. Well, after reading it, I am still unsatisfied.

When I returned to the dormitory noisily, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After turning off the lights, everyone was still unfinished. Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao were still discussing the plot of the movie. Guo Yudao, a taciturn man, rarely said a lot today, and Jiao Yundian also occasionally added a few words.

Several people were discussing and talking about the new ending of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" that Lin Weimin mentioned.

"The idea of ​​serving the people is indeed a good one and should be written about."

"Yes, Weimin, if you have time, write it down for everyone to see. If nothing else, just because of your core, the quality of this work will definitely be the same."

In fact, it didn't take a few people to encourage him. Lin Weimin had been thinking about this issue in his mind after Tang Yuqiu finished speaking.

His current thoughts are a bit complicated. On the one hand, because of his status as a time traveler, he wants to use the advantages of the prophet to quickly make some money and enjoy happiness; on the other hand, he also knows that nothing in the world comes in vain, and every effort is rewarded. reward.

He has made some small achievements in literary creation now, which is a reward for his efforts in the past year, but it is also the harvest of this year that has given him some baggage.

There was some element of trickery in his previous writing, including his recent research into textualizing those film and television works that later generations have seen, which was also a kind of trickery.

The trend of scar literature will soon pass, followed by reform literature, root-seeking literature, avant-garde literature, and various other genres.

Do you want to keep playing tricks like this?

Scar literature is popular about scars, and reform literature is popular about reforms...

Lin Weimin felt a little awkward. He might not have even noticed that his mentality was quietly changing.

"According to Teacher Tang's wishes, let's try writing the new ending idea of ​​"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" as a new story."

Before going to sleep, Lin Weimin had one last thought flashing through his mind.

The courses at the Institute of Literary and Literature Studies are a bit like flooding in. A large amount of high-quality content must be instilled into many students in just two or three months. It would not work without this method.

The newly opened course recently became Nie Gannu's lecture on "Water Margin".

The name Nie Gannu is already unfamiliar to the young people of later generations, but he was indeed a name that had to be mentioned in the Chinese literary world decades ago.

He is a poet, essayist, editor, and classical literature researcher. The writing style is novel yet charming, humorous and full of poignancy, and is known as "unique Sanyi Shengti".

Now he is a consultant of the National Literature Publishing House, and he also carries a lot of official identities. He is also a Taishan Beidou-level figure.

After the morning class, Nie Gannu was surrounded by several classmates who were still discussing "Water Margin" with him.

Lin Weimin was not among them. He had never even read the original work of "Water Margin". It was difficult enough to just listen to the lectures. How could he discuss this?

Taking advantage of the fact that there were still ten minutes left before lunch, he was leaning on his desk and writing furiously.

After dinner, Huang Zonghan asked: "For the people, I see that you have been writing vigorously in the past two days. Are you almost done?"

Lin Weimin chewed rice and said, "It's almost done, but I didn't talk about that article that day."

"Is that the one you wrote before?"

"Um."

Huang Zonghan became interested upon hearing this, "Can you let me take a look later?"

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

After lunch, Huang Zonghan went to Lin Weimin to pick up his manuscript.

After reading two pages, Huang Zonghan glanced at Lin Weimin.

This writing is a bit rough!

He had read Lin Weimin's previous award-winning article "A Penny Matter", and it was completely different in terms of writing style and story.

He read it patiently, slowly immersing himself in the story.

"Old Huang, why don't you squint for a while?"

Guo Yudao, who was in the next bed, saw Huang Zonghan looking seriously and asked him.

Huang Zonghan hummed, but his eyes were still on the manuscript paper.

Guo Yudao didn't say anything when he saw this. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes. There are classes in the afternoon, so I have to be energetic.

He woke up, stretched out, and got up from the bed, only to find that Huang Zonghan was still leaning on the bedside, still holding Lin Weimin's manuscript in his hand, maintaining the same posture as before going to bed.

"Old Huang, didn't you sleep?"

Huang Zonghan was seeing the climax of the story and didn't hear Guo Yudao's words.

At this time, Lin Weimin and Jiao Yundian also got up from the bed. Lin Weimin went to wash his face, and when he came back, he saw Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao surrounding Huang Zonghan.

"What are you doing?"

Guo Yudao's eyes lifted from the words on the manuscript paper, "Old Huang was fascinated by your novel. He didn't respond when I called him. We were curious and took a few glances."

Lin Weimin smiled, feeling a little proud in his heart, "Then what did you see?"

"He's almost finished reading it. What can we tell from the middle?"

Guo Yudao said so, but just based on the half of the article he read just now, this work has already had a great attraction for him.

"I have to go to class later, let's watch it when we get back."

The conversation between the two interrupted Huang Zonghan's addiction. He reluctantly put down the manuscript, and several people in the dormitory went to class together.