1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin likes Shi Tiesheng's open-mindedness and toughness. Although he has only met two sides, it does not prevent him from becoming good friends.

Back at the office, typist Xiao Lin found Lin Weimin and handed him a large package.

"This is a letter forwarded from "Zhongshan". It is said that the readers of your manuscript sent it to their editorial department, and I asked you to select some and send some letters to the readers."

"so much?"

"Very talented people prove their popularity. Look at them, they never get this chance even if they think about it!"

Xiao Lin licked his lips at the other students in the cafeteria, and they all had expressions that looked like they didn't know what the world was up to.

Lin Weimin took the package and said, "Thank you, Teacher Xiao Lin!"

Teacher Xiao Lin showed a satisfied smile. Her favorite person in this school was Lin Weimin. This call from Teacher Xiao Lin made people feel happy.

"It's okay, you're welcome."

Lin Weimin took the package and put it on the table. Before he could do it, several people in the class had already come up.

These days, it is normal for readers to write letters to the editorial department or publishing house after seeing good articles in magazines and newspapers.

Forwarding so many letters at one time reflects the popularity of Lin Weimin's novel published in "Zhongshan" this time.

Everyone opened the package and looked at the letters inside one by one.

"This is from Jinling, this is from Jinmen, this is from Shanghai, and this is from Yanjing. I guess you don't know that Weimin is in Yanjing, right?"

Several people laughed and sorted out the letters inside the package.

Although everyone has published works, not everyone can enjoy so many letters from readers.

"It's really all over the country, all over the world! For the people, open it and take a look." Qu Xiaowei put the letter in front of Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin put the letter into the package and said, "Look at what you need to do and do whatever you need to do. Don't cause any trouble for me."

There were such a large number of letters, conservatively estimated to be between five and six hundred. If he picked out one-tenth of them to reply, that would still be fifty or sixty. Calculated as a 500-word letter, it would be between 20,000 and 30,000 words, almost as much as two short stories.

The key is to return this thing, he doesn't make money!

"It's floating! It's floating! I think you're floating!"

In the evening, Lin Weimin sat in his dormitory and replied to the letter.

Guo Yudao came back from outside with a bad expression. He asked, "Lao Guo, what's wrong?"

"Maybe it's because I didn't eat at night. I have a little diarrhea."

"I see your face is sallow. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, just take some medicine and it'll be fine. It's a regular thing."

Huang Zonghan poured a cup of hot water for Guo Yudao, "His complexion is naturally yellow. It shouldn't be a big problem after taking medicine."

Lin Weimin just came back from Shi Tiesheng today. He stared at Guo Yudao's face and said, "I think you should go and have a look. It doesn't matter if you have diarrhea. It's not right to always have it like this. Look at your face and body shape, yes Isn’t there something wrong with your liver?”

Guo Yudao took a sip of hot water and said with a wry smile: "Don't scare me."

"How can this be a scare? Don't delay the disease. Early detection and early treatment will make it more troublesome."

Huang Zonghan said: "It shouldn't be the case, right? I think Lao Guo usually eats a lot, and it's pretty good!"

Guo Yudao understood that Lin Weimin had good intentions, "Let's wait until we have time later. We still have to go to school now."

People of Guo Yudao's generation have long been accustomed to the matter of patience. If there is any minor illness, it will be over with patience. If a serious illness goes to the hospital, there is no use due to limited medical conditions.

Lin Weimin shook his head gently. After all, Guo Yudao had diarrhea now, and he couldn't force him to go to the hospital.

"Hello, dear teacher Lin Weimin: My name is Guan Xiaoyan, and I am a middle school student from Jinling Girls' High School. I am very fortunate to have read your masterpiece "Latent" in the latest issue of "Zhongshan". I like this novel very much... "

Lin Weimin opened the letter at his desk, spent a few minutes reading the contents of the letter, and then thought for a moment before replying to the reader.

I wrote seven or eight letters in one night, and my hands were sore.

He stood up and moved for more than ten minutes, and then began to write the remaining content of the "Cliff" that Mr. Wan Jiabao wanted to take away.

The manuscript was taken away, but the plot and characters were all in his mind, and he continued writing without delay.

When Huang Zonghan saw such a scene, he would always say in an envious tone, "Weimin is such a good person. I would definitely not remember it."

Lin Weimin plans to write "Cliff" this time as a long novel. The manuscript that Mr. Wan Jiabao took away alone has 80,000 words. According to his estimate, the volume of this novel should be about 200,000 words. .

There are hundreds of characters, including a rigorous and meticulous plot. If you don't have an outstanding memory, it's really easy to forget.

At around nine o'clock, Lin Weimin looked up and saw that several people in the dormitory were already lying on the bedside reading books. He stopped writing. When it was time for everyone to sleep, he could not disturb others.

"Weimin, how many words have you written in your novel?" Huang Zonghan asked Lin Weimin while he was still lying on the bed.

"Including those that were taken away, there are almost 120,000 words."

Huang Zonghan sighed: "You are really a quick shooter. In just a few days, you have written 40,000 words."

Maybe it's because of the overly detached and active concepts from later generations. In terms of writing efficiency, Lin Weimin really wants to crush most of the people in the class.

Among this group of people, those who write three to four thousand words a day are considered quick and diligent writers. Most people usually only write about two thousand words. A loser like Qu Xiaowei often writes over and over again and throws away the manuscript paper. Not a single word was left anywhere.

In fact, this is not because Lin Weimin is really much better than everyone else, but because his concepts are different.

The habit of most students in the class when writing is to carefully consider each word and sentence to ensure the conciseness and accuracy of the text. In this way, maybe the state and inspiration are good, but they are delayed in the writing stage, and the efficiency must be very slow.

Lin Weimin is different from them. It doesn’t matter whether he is good or not, just write it down first. After writing it, I kept revising it, and the inspiration came again.

"Old Huang, you can say that a man can do anything, but you can't say that he is fast!" Lin Weimin took the initiative and held the steering wheel.

"I don't even have a partner. I can give you the chance."

The two of them had some fun, and Jiao Yundian asked, "How are the other people's writing going?"

"Anyway, I haven't heard who finished it. Ni Zhanheng is making good progress. He originally wrote about military themes. The theme chosen for the people this time is a new attempt for most people in the class, and they must adapt to it. adapt."

There are dozens of students in a class, and the creative direction is very complicated.

Jiao Yundian nodded, "I feel relieved if you say that."

Lin Weimin joked: "Lao Jiao, your thinking is a bit slippery! You didn't do well in the exam, why do you expect your classmates to fail too?"

Jiao Yundian's face twitched and the soles of his shoes were ready to move.