1980 My literary era

Rong Shihui looked into Lin Weimin's eyes, and after a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

"No wonder Yuqiu said that you are talking too much."

"Rong Editor, how can this be a scam? Planning this kind of album is also beneficial to "Contemporary"!"

Rong Shihui pondered, and after thinking about it, he had to admit that Lin Weimin's proposal was indeed very attractive.

"How about it? Editor Rong, do you think my proposal is feasible?"

Having seen through this kid's thoughts, Rong Shihui felt that he couldn't let him lead the way, so he asked: "I tell you, kid, if you want to publish things by yourself, just publish things by yourself. It's okay to worry about your classmates. Even our editorial department doesn't care. Fucked?"

"Hey, you're not an outsider!"

Rong Shihui looked suspicious, and the more he looked at Lin Weimin in front of him, the more suspicious he felt.

Lin Weimin felt awkward when he was looked at, "Don't look at me like that!"

Then he looked left and right, leaned his head over and whispered: "Are you free tonight? I'll ask you to take some food outside!"

Rong Shihui had such an expression on his face, Lin Weimin said: "Don't look at me like that, you make me look like a conspirator, please give me some face."

Rong Shihui chuckled, "Okay, I got it."

"Okay, I'll call you after work."

After finishing speaking, Lin Weimin stood up and said hello to several other editors before planning to leave.

"For the people, if you have time, go to the front building to meet Xie Mingqing." Rong Shihui reminded.

Lin Weimin nodded, "I know, thank you Editor Rong for reminding me, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

Xie Mingqing published an article in "Dushu" to comment on "The Death of Yura", which was helpful to Lin Weimin anyway. When he came to No. 166 Chaonei Street, it was a bit unreasonable not to say hello to others.

After leaving the back building and running to the front building, I met Xie Mingqing and exchanged a few simple greetings, mainly to express my gratitude. After all, the two parties were not familiar with each other.

Xie Mingqing was very enthusiastic when he saw Lin Weimin, "I met An Shishan a while ago. He was also studying with you at the Institute of Literature, right?"

"right."

"Okay, okay, your Literature Research Institute has a good idea!"

"Thank you editor for the award."

Speaking of the reason for coming back here, Xie Mingqing learned that Lin Weimin had written another manuscript, which was still a long one. He couldn't help but sigh: "You young people are so energetic that you can produce results in such a short period of time."

The two chatted for a while, and Xie Mingqing introduced Lin Weimin to other people in the editorial department.

Ge Luo, Tu Guangqun, Wang Chaoyin, Xiang Xiang, Liu Cuilin...

The editorial team of "People's Literature" is much larger than that of "Contemporary". The fiction group is divided into the South Group and the North Group. Although sometimes they often share contacts and resources with "Contemporary", in the end they have a profound foundation. .

Everyone casually chatted with Lin Weimin about his creative career and learned that he only started writing in 1979, that is, last year. He won the National Outstanding Short Story Award after publishing his second novel, and was able to receive training at the Institute of Literature.

So far this year, two novels, "The Death of Yura" and "Latent", have been published in "Contemporary" and "Zhongshan" respectively. Among them, "The Death of Yura" has already received a lot of attention even though it has only been published for a short time. Many editors and writers in the industry affirmed that it is very magical and has a unique style in the literary world where scar literature and reform literature dominate today.

"Latent" is not bad either. While taking into account its popularity, it also achieves a certain degree of artistry. The story has ups and downs, making people want to read it and it has attracted praise from many readers.

When everyone learned that Lin Weimin was only twenty years old this year, they all couldn't believe it.

Of course, writing requires a certain amount of talent, but the accumulation of life and experience is also essential. After some discussion, we can only attribute this situation to extraordinary talent.

For young writers like Lin Weimin, who have far superior creative talents than ordinary people, the editors in the editorial department are naturally full of admiration and love.

Originally we only planned to chat politely for a few minutes, but in the end we stayed in the editorial office of "People's Literature" for more than two hours. When it was almost time to get off work, Lin Weimin got up and left.

After standing at the gate and waiting for a while, he saw Rong Shihui pushing a bicycle. Lin Weimin quickly waved.

Very naturally, he got into the back seat of Rong Shihui's car and directed him to ride to Bianyifang.

Waiting outside the gate of Biianfang, Rong Shihui joked: "When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something!"

"Hi, I really want to invite you, so don't be polite." Lin Weimin pushed him into the restaurant.

Yanjing Roast Duck is a famous dish, but later generations know more about Quanjude and less about Biianfang.

In fact, there is not much difference between the two families, mainly in terms of craftsmanship. One uses a hanging stove and the other uses a stuffed stove.

In addition to roast duck, Biianfang specializes in Shandong cuisine.

Lin Weimin ordered a roast duck, mustard duck feet, and fish fillet, and he wanted to order more.

"Okay, that's enough. I won't be able to eat any more." Rong Shihui quickly stopped him.

When the meal was almost done, Rong Shihui said: "Okay, I've eaten this time. Tell me about the purpose of today!"

"Hehe!" Lin Weimin laughed and said with some embarrassment: "Editor Rong, I just want to ask you, do we still need people in the editorial department or the publishing house?"

Rong Shihui was stunned for a moment. He never expected that Lin Weimin's treat today was for this reason.

"What's wrong? Want to join our club?"

Lin Weimin nodded honestly, "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Weimin began to talk about his experiences over the years.

Chinese cabbage, yellow in the ground. When I was two or three years old, I lost my mother.

That's probably what it means.

Hearing this, Rong Shihui felt bad, "I didn't expect that! Weimin, I've really suffered you all these years!"

"Hi!" Lin Weimin shook his head, waved his hands and sighed, with a set of movements that fully reflected the helplessness of a helpless orphan without a father or mother.

"It is a great opportunity for me to study in the Institute of Literature this time. Editor-in-Chief, I am now helpless in my hometown of Fengtian. It is difficult to find a decent job, and it is impossible to go to Longjiang. Settled in the countryside.

Therefore, I wanted to take advantage of this training opportunity to see if I could find a job in Yanjing.

My requirements are not high, it’s just a serious job that allows me to continue writing. "

Lin Weimin said it pitifully, but his eyes were on the editorial position.

"this……"

Rong Shihui is an ordinary editor of "Contemporary". Although he is very sympathetic to Lin Weimin's situation, he has little power in this matter.

"Well, let me ask for you. You may not know that the new editors in the agency are all freshly graduated college students."

"thanks, thanks."

"Don't thank me in advance, I haven't even finished my horoscope yet." Rong Shihui looked at Lin Weimin and said, "No wonder we invited you to dinner today and talked about the album. You are waiting for me here!"

"Oh, I'm forced to have no choice."

Rong Shihui took a sip of wine and said, "That's right, it's really not easy for you kid."