1980 My literary era

The next night, Lin Weimin asked Huang Zonghan for the novel manuscript.

"Old Huang, where is my manuscript?"

"Lao Guo is watching."

Lin Weimin went to the canteen to find Guo Yudao, and the answer he got was: "Gu Hua is watching."

"Don't pass it to me."

Lin Weimin warned, feeling quite proud in his heart.

Many of the students in the class have been text writers for many years, so it is very interesting to them and they are passing it on to others. If nothing else, it should be excellent at least in terms of readability.

When he came back, he planned to continue to conceive of the novel inspired by the ending of the adapted version of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", but was stopped by Huang Zonghan.

"Weimin, what were you thinking when you wrote this novel?"

"What do you think?"

Huang Zonghan hesitated for a moment: "It's just... the story is so strong..."

Lin Weimin instantly understood what Huang meant. The mainstream writing method in the literary world today is still mainly literary. The core of the story is very important, and the writing form is very important.

The content is of course also important, but a story like the one I wrote is entirely based on story, and is more like a popular novel, which is incompatible with the writing direction of most writers.

"Novel is just about writing stories." Lin Weimin said lightly.

Huang Zonghan was stunned for a moment, and wanted to retort to Lin Weimin, saying that novels are more than just stories, but for some reason, he turned this sentence around in his mouth several times without saying it.

For a moment, Huang Zonghan felt that Lin Weimin was at a higher level than himself in terms of writing.

The two chatted for a while, and Lin Weimin left the dormitory. He planned to go to the conference room to stay for a while. It was quiet there.

Then he saw Qu Xiaowei coming out of the dormitory with an envelope in his hand.

"Why go?"

"Are you in charge?"

"Virtue!"

Those who didn't know better thought it was two old Yanjings having a conversation.

Lin Weimin's sharp eyes saw the dazzling stamp on Qu Xiaowei's envelope at a glance.

He stared at Qu Xiaowei and asked, "Can you use this stamp to send a letter?"

"What's wrong?"

Qu Xiaowei looked at the stamps. This was what Lin Weimin gave him when he accompanied Lin Weimin to visit Yanjing City. Lin Weimin bought a lot of them at that time.

He said warily: "Don't you want to go back?"

Lin Weimin glanced at him contemptuously, "Do you think I'm the same as you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You gave me the stamps. It's my business how I want to use them."

Lin Weimin is so sad for his misfortune and so angry that he doesn't fight!

"Okay, okay, use it however you want."

This thief, there will be times when you cry.

Qu Xiaowei left like a victorious general.

Lin Weimin knew that this boy's letter must be sent to his pen pal again. The two signed books he bought from him before, one by Wan Jiabao and one by Wang Meng, were both sent to the other party.

According to Qu Xiaowei's description, the other party was a female college student studying in Jinling University. She was a young and artistic woman who was very good-looking.

When Lin Weimin recalled Qu Xiaowei's expression when he said this, he almost laughed out loud.

His comment on this was: The toad wants to eat swan meat.

However, he had to admit that Qu Xiaowei, a toad, had indeed spent a lot of money to eat swan meat. It was a signed book and a monkey ticket. If he didn't get it in the end, he would probably want to die in the future.

Lin Weimin came to the conference room. Lao Jiao, who lived in the same dormitory with him, was already here.

He found a seat, sat down, and began to write.

Inspiration is very important for writers, but inspiration alone is far from being able to support the birth of a work.

"The Death of Yura", he wrote down the four-word title on the manuscript paper. In the past few days, the thoughts in his mind suddenly had an outlet, and the pen kept writing on the paper.

After a long time, Huang Anyi came over and asked: "Lin Weimin, are you writing a new novel?"

"yes."

"Is it the one Teacher Tang asked you to write before?"

"right."

Huang Anyi suddenly became interested, "Can you let me see it after you've written it?"

Yo, finally I don’t hold grudges anymore.

Lin Weimin happily agreed: "Sure."

After writing for such a long time, Lin Weimin was tired. He stood up and raised his neck.

Tang Kangmei, who was next to him, asked: "Weimin, can you lend me your manuscript?"

"Then you have to ask An Yi. She has already booked the first reader."

"No, I'm talking about the one you wrote yesterday."

"What are you talking about? Ask Gu Hua for it. It's at his place."

"Okay."

After staying in the conference room until almost nine o'clock, Lin Weimin went to the water room to wash up and returned to the dormitory. There were a few more people in the dormitory, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua and Cheng Shixu.

Gu Hua came to return the manuscript, and Cheng Shixu came to borrow it.

"Unfortunately, Tang Kangmei just finished talking to me, and I agreed to her."

Cheng Shixu was slightly disappointed, "I'll borrow it after she reads it."

Gu Hua teased: "Weimin, your novel is very popular in our class!"

"How to say?"

"Everyone is waiting to see it out of curiosity. You are the first novella in our class to come out during the study period."

"That just means everyone is curious."

"No, no, no, I've finished reading the novel. How can I not know what level it is?" Gu Hua shook his head, with praise in his eyes, "Although your novel is not so literary and ideological, it is better because of the ups and downs of the story. , it can be regarded as a good work.”

Lin Weimin laughed happily. Of course he knew the pros and cons of this novel based on a film and television work, but it was still something to be happy about being praised by others.

In fact, the film and television prototype of his novel is also based on the original novel. However, the original novel is very short, with only more than 10,000 words. It is told in a straightforward manner and does not have the ups and downs, fullness and enthusiasm of the TV series.

When it came to him, he basically handled it according to the plot of the TV series. It has more than 80,000 words and is the weight of a novella, which is enough to be published as a stand-alone book.

"I feel the same way as Gu Hua. The story of your novel is so strong that I can't help but have pictures in my mind while reading it," Huang Zonghan said.

Cheng Shixu was so itchy after being talked about by the two people that Tang Kangmei didn't come to pick up the manuscript at this time. He simply took the manuscript to satisfy his eyesore, but he couldn't open his eyes after reading it.

When Tang Kangmei came to pick up the manuscript, seeing him like this he could only let him read it first.

"I really can't see that Wei Min's novel is so magical? You have to give it to me after you finish it. I have to read it carefully." She said in disbelief.

She wanted to borrow the manuscript before because she became interested after listening to the conversation between Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao about the plot of the novel. Cheng Shixu's performance aroused her inner curiosity even more, making her itchy.

In this way, Lin Weimin's first novel written in the Literary Research Institute had already set off a wave of pursuit among many students before he could find a magazine or newspaper to submit.

And it was Qu Xiaowei who pushed this matter to a climax.