1980 My literary era

Now the Institute of Literature has moved to Balizhuang, Chaoyang District. Compared with Lin Weimin and others who used Chaoyang District Party Committee D School as their school building at that time, the conditions for running the school have soared. They have independent classrooms, dormitories and canteens, as well as courtyards and door.

Standing again at the gate with the sign of the Institute of Literary Studies, Lin Weimin's heart surged for a moment.

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in brocade clothes at night, I will...

"Comrade, wait a moment!"

Before Lin Weimin could finish his thoughts, the security guard at the door stopped him.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh, now he can afford to hire special guards, it's really a shotgun exchange for a cannon.

"What do you do?"

"Hello, I'm the teacher here to give a lecture!"

"teacher?"

The guard, who was fifty or sixty years old, stared at Lin Weimin for a few seconds.

He looks like a student, how dare he pretend to be a teacher?

Eighty percent of them are students who want to go to school and take classes.

"Do you know anyone?" The guard didn't want to embarrass Lin Weimin. Young people who can come to the Institute of Literature to take classes are all good kids.

Lin Weimin hesitated and asked, "Is Teacher Tang Yuqiu here?"

The guard was a little surprised. He didn't expect this kid to really know someone. "Do you know Teacher Tang?"

As soon as the guard finished asking this question, he suddenly called out to the door: "Teacher Tang, just in time, someone is looking for you. Do you know him?"

Lin Weimin turned to look out the door and saw Tang Yuqiu, whose hair was already graying, walking towards the school.

Tang Yuqiu only glanced at it, surprised and asked, "Lin Weimin?"

"Teacher Tang!" Lin Weimin responded with a smile.

"Oh, oh, why are you back?" Tang Yuqiu pulled Lin Weimin to look left and right.

Since graduating from the Institute of Literary Studies, although Lin Weimin went to pay Tang Yuqiu a happy New Year every New Year, Tang Yuqiu was still pleasantly surprised to see him again at the Institute of Literary Studies.

"Teacher Rong is ill. Didn't the institute invite him to give lectures to the students before? He can't give lectures this time, so he asked me to come over."

Tang Yuqiu asked with concern: "Teacher Rong is sick? Is it serious?"

"Fortunately, it's a chronic disease. It's nothing serious. It just needs to be taken care of for a while."

"That's good." Tang Yuqiu felt relieved and asked again: "Teacher Rong, do you mean to let you give lectures for him?"

"He first asked me to come over and seek the opinions of the institute."

"What else are you asking for? Is there anyone more suitable than you?" Tang Yuqiu said excitedly.

"Teacher Tang, this is your own child, do whatever you want with it." Lin Weimin said jokingly.

The closeness in Lin Weimin's words made Tang Yuqiu smile happily. She said: "Of course my children are good at everything. You have done so well at "Contemporary" in the past two years. You were promoted to deputy editor, and your writing has not fallen behind. , I did everything well, and I just passed on my experience to those junior students.”

Tang Yuqiu took Lin Weimin into the school and met many old acquaintances.

Director Xu Gang, teachers You Xiaoshan, Wang Yifen, typist Xiao Lin, librarian Xiao Jing...

Teacher Tang Yuqiu excitedly pulled Lin Weimin around the campus, and more and more people gathered around them.

Not to mention the seniors from the first four periods of the Institute of Literature, Lin Weimin can be regarded as the most outstanding student trained by the Institute of Literature since the fifth period was resumed in 1980.

Among their current batch, many students are already well-known in the domestic literary world.

For example, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Huang Anyi, Jin Ying...

Compared with these people, Lin Weimin was a little different. Everyone was really impressed by him.

Thinking back to the days when this kid was at the Literary Research Institute, the jokes he made and the troubles he got into are still mentioned from time to time when everyone is chatting.

For teachers, the most impressive students are often the most naughty students in the class.

What surprised everyone even more was Lin Weimin's development after leaving the Institute of Literature.

The novels were published one after another, and the response was greater than the previous one. Later, I heard that they were even published abroad.

At work, I also joined the editorial department of "Contemporary" and was promoted to deputy editor after working there for two years.

A deputy editor in his 20s or 23, there may be some gossips in publications across the country, but in a publication of the level of "Contemporary", it is impossible to exist, it is simply unheard of.

At such an age and with such achievements, when everyone talks, there is always a hint of disbelief in their tone. Is this still the lawless demon king they know?

It's been a long time since we last met. Lin Weimin was very friendly to everyone. A group of people stood by the school's flower bed and chatted endlessly.

I don't know how long it took, but the bell rang, interrupting everyone's chat.

Nowadays, unlike Lin Weimin and others in the Literary Research Institute, the training lasted only a few months, and there was only one class of students.

Currently, there are two batches of students studying at the Institute of Literary Studies, the seventh and eighth batches of students of the Institute. The schooling lasts for four semesters and it takes two years to graduate.

The small garden where Lin Weimin and others chatted was just outside the classroom where the students went to school. During the class, the students noticed the teachers sitting in a group and were curious.

get out of class was over now. Some people were leaning against the window, and some were walking out of the classroom. They all looked at the young man standing next to the flower bed with the stars holding the moon in his arms.

Seeing that many students were full of curiosity about Lin Weimin, Tang Yuqiu said with a smile: "It just so happens that Weimin is here today. Let him give a personal experience to the students and see how outstanding the students from our Institute of Literature are!"

Xiaojing and Xiaolin were the first to applaud. Under everyone's cheers, director Xu Gang smiled and shook his head, "How about it? For the people, go and talk to your fellow juniors and girls?"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

Xiaojing shouted: "Why didn't you tell me? Tell me about your million-meter manuscript fee!"

It is extremely difficult to expect literati to keep secrets.

"It's not that exaggerated."

"Then you tell us about the editorial department of "Contemporary". Our seventh period happens to be a literary editing class, so you can also listen to it." Teacher You Xiaoshan suggested.

"Just think of it as a preview of your lectures in the next few days. It's a good time to get to know your classmates first!"

A group of teachers persuaded him, and Lin Weimin had no choice but to agree.

The teachers went to the two student classes in advance to notify them of the temporary extra class. Everyone already knew when they were listening to the teachers' discussion in private that the young man surrounded by the teachers today was Lin Weimin.

After the teacher announced the news and left, there was a sudden roar in the classroom.

Just like Lin Weimin's group, these students who can study in the Institute of Literature are more or less authors who have published works in well-known publications, received good reviews, and even won national awards.

But when they heard the name Lin Weimin, everyone couldn't help but get excited.

In the past few years, there should be no writer more popular than Lin Weimin in the domestic literary world.

Jiang Zilong, who first became famous with his reform literature, cannot compare to him. Gu Hua, who won the first Yanbing Literature Award for "Furong Town", cannot compare to him. Lu Yao, who became famous all over the country with "Life", cannot be compared to him.

These people have become very popular in recent years and are writers respected by many literature lovers.

But compared with Lin Weimin, they were still far behind.

He is young, has won many awards, has popular works, good adaptation effects, and good sales. His job is also the deputy editor-in-chief of the well-known publication "Contemporary".

Lin Weimin is like a full-strength hexagonal warrior with no shortcomings.

Among these students from the Institute of Literary Literature, there may be some who are not convinced by Lin Weimin, but there is absolutely no one who does not recognize Lin Weimin's writing achievements.

This extra class was arranged after noon, which took up the students' rest time, but no one complained. Who doesn't want to meet the famous Lin Weimin?

The teachers arranged the students from the two classes into one classroom. The classroom was crowded and many people were standing, but it could not hide everyone's enthusiasm.

Lin Weimin walked up to the podium under the eager eyes of everyone. After communicating with the students under the podium for a few seconds, Lin Weimin greeted everyone with a smile on his face.

"Everyone looks so kind. A few years ago, I sat in the classroom of the Institute of Literature and studied like everyone else. Oh, by the way, some students may be different. You were standing."

The students burst into laughter. There were not enough chairs in the classroom, and many people were standing.

"The main reason why I came to the Institute of Literature and Literature today is that Teacher Rong Shihui, who originally agreed to come to the institute to give lectures, is ill and has entrusted me to teach you for a few days. In a few days, I will share with you in class Knowledge related to literary creation and editing.

Today, at the request of several teachers, I want to chat with you and share my previous study experience at the Institute of Literature, just to cheer you up. "

Lin Weimin on the podium looked calm, his tone was relaxed, and his demeanor was impressive.

He eloquently talked about his experience of studying at the Institute of Literary Studies a few years ago. He did not shy away from his lawlessness when he was at the Institute of Literary Studies. He also did not let go of the embarrassing things of the students, and teased them one by one. From time to time, he would express his inner complaints, saying a few words was a burden, which caused bursts of laughter in the class.

There were more than a hundred students under the podium. No one could have imagined that Lin Weimin, now a famous writer all over the country, would be so bold when he was studying at the Institute of Literary Studies.

Everyone recalled the period of study at the Institute of Literature and Literature, and it seemed that they were not so disciplined.

Seen this way, a sense of intimacy suddenly arises.

The average age of students in the seventh and eighth phases is slightly younger than that in the fifth phase, but the number of young students is limited. There are many students over thirty years old.

Although everyone is older than Lin Weimin, no one will underestimate the young man on the podium.

The achievements that others have made on the road of writing may be something that many people here need to look up to throughout their lives.

At their age, they can see this kind of thing very clearly.

What's more, Lin Weimin's works are indeed extremely excellent. Many students here today are loyal readers of Lin Weimin.

When it came to the question and answer session, everyone was extremely enthusiastic.

Lin Weimin clicked on a fat, middle-aged man with small eyes. He stood up and introduced himself as Wang Peng. The first question he asked was the issue about Lin Weimin's manuscript fee that has been making a lot of noise recently.

"There are rumors in the domestic literary circles that your works have received millions of dollars in royalties when published in the United States. We are all very curious whether this is true or not?"

After he asked this question, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Weimin.

Literary men are ashamed to talk about profit, except royalties.

This thing is related to everyone's wealth and life, no one cares.

Lin Weimin shook his head helplessly and said with a subtle expression: "This question is difficult to answer!"

Although Lin Weimin did not answer directly, his expression and tone said everything.

If there were not so much royalties, people would just deny it directly. Now this answer is basically equivalent to acquiescence.

The classroom was suddenly filled with excitement.

Everyone has heard about it before, but it feels like it is far away from them.

But now, Lin Weimin, the person involved, stood in front of everyone and acquiesced to this matter. Not only that, he was also a student several years earlier than everyone else.

When they think of this, many students feel hot in their hearts.

At this moment, Lin Weimin standing on the podium was like the First Emperor Ying Zheng sitting on the carriage. A group of Xiang Yu in the audience had only one thought in their minds.

He can be replaced!