1980 My literary era

The dazzling car lights cut through the silent midnight. The Crown stopped at the entrance of Dongzongbu Alley. Lin Weimin got out of the car and ran into the alley with a flashlight.

The lights at Wei Junyi's house were on and people were noisy. Lin Weimin saw someone at the door bringing a tricycle.

After entering, I met a few acquaintances, all of whom were colleagues from the Chinese Literature Society. Many people from the Chinese Literature Society lived in Dongzongbu Hutong.

Wei Junyi fell down while going to the toilet in the middle of the night. She kept vomiting and couldn't move half of her body. Her son was so anxious that he knocked on the door of his colleagues next door.

Everyone called first. Meng Weizai was worried about the efficiency of the ambulance, so he called Lin Weimin again.

At this moment, the ambulance has not arrived yet, so everyone can only find a tricycle and plan to use the tricycle to take the unconscious Wei Junyi to the hospital.

Seeing Lin Weimin arriving, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quick, quick, get people into my car."

As Lin Weimin said this, he put his hand on his and carried Wei Junyi into the car with everyone else. Before he could say hello, he kicked the accelerator and the car rushed out.

Fortunately, Dongzongbu Hutong is not far from Union Hospital, and Lin Weimin quickly sent Wei Junyi to the hospital for emergency treatment.

After examination, the doctor determined the cause - cerebral hemorrhage.

Fortunately, the situation was not life-threatening, and it was night time, so the doctor chose drug treatment.

While Lin Weimin was waiting in the hospital corridor, Meng Weizai rushed over with two colleagues from Dudu and the club. Lin Weimin explained the situation to them, and everyone felt relieved.

"We young people can just stay here. You can take people back." Lin Weimin said to Meng Weizai.

"You've been working so hard until now, why are you going back?"

"It's been cold lately, and it's a time when cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are on the rise. You should take it easy!"

Meng Weizai glared at Lin Weimin, "You don't expect me to order well!"

Everyone stood guard in the corridor, and when it was almost four o'clock, the doctor pushed Wei Junyi for another check-up.

The bleeding point in the brain has stopped, which is good news, but medication and observation will continue.

After receiving this news, everyone finally relaxed completely.

After coming out of the hospital, I found a breakfast stall and ate a bowl of tofu and a few fried dough sticks, feeling warm all over.

Looking at the time, it is almost six o'clock, and the east has not turned white yet.

It’s impossible to go home to catch up on sleep, go straight to work!

When we arrived at the Chinese Publishing House, the news about Wei Junyi’s illness last night had reached the top of the Chinese Publishing House’s top trending searches today.

Lin Weimin and the others who went to help last night became the focus of everyone's attention.

After chatting for a while, the front office sent over the sample book of "Burning".

During this period, the September issue of "People's Literature", which published "Burning", has sold more than 1.8 million copies, and readers are increasingly clamoring for a single volume of "Burning".

The Chinese Literature Society complied with public opinion and put the standalone version of "Burning" on the agenda.

The sample book has been produced, and the release of the single volume is naturally just around the corner.

This time, the first printing of "Burning" was 700,000 copies, once again breaking the first printing record set by Lin Weimin.

The figure of 700,000 is of course not the blind confidence of the Chinese Literature Society, but calculated based on the number of subscriptions and letters from readers.

Although the literary world is still criticizing Lin Weimin and "Burning", the feedback from readers is the most genuine.

The shortcoming of this novel's poor readability is completely overshadowed by its accurate description of American society. Countless readers are looking forward to the release of a single book.

For this novel, the Chinese Literature Society also gave Lin Weimin a record-breaking royalties.

120 yuan for 1,000 words.

If compared with the current domestic manuscript remuneration standards, this price is of course sky-high. After all, the manuscript fee for many authors is only a dozen yuan per thousand words.

But the special thing about Lin Weimin is that his works are sold overseas and he earns a lot of money. The price of royalties cannot be completely measured by domestic standards.

Of course, the Chinese Publishing House cannot offer as high a price as those published in the United States, France, and Nihong, but it must have a good attitude.

The standard of 120 yuan per thousand words, multiplied by the more than 200,000 words of "Burning", is about 35,000 yuan. If the royalties are calculated based on the circulation of 700,000 copies, it is probably less than 6%.

For today's domestic publishing industry, not only is the price sky-high, but it is also full of sincerity.

After persisting all morning, Lin Weimin took a nap in the office at noon and regained some energy in the afternoon.

After get off work, I went to the hospital to check on Wei Junyi. She had regained consciousness.

Seeing Lin Weimin, she was a little excited and wanted to speak, but couldn't.

Lin Weimin could only comfort her and let her recover from her illness first.

After retiring, Wei Junyi was not idle because she lost her job. She devoted all her energy to the creation of the anthology "Records of Pain". This incident was also the direct cause of her illness.

Lin Weimin occasionally went to her house to sit for a while, but he never had a meal.

The situation of Wei Junyi's family is different from that of Meng Weizai's family. Wei Junyi is very responsible and capable at work, but has no ability to take care of herself in life.

Even my own clothes often don't fit properly, the buttons on my clothes are wrong, and my trouser lines are fluttering in the wind.

Of course it's not that she can't take care of herself, but she rarely pays attention to mundane matters.

On the morning bus in front of the Chinese Literature Society, you can always see her with a big bag slung over her shoulder. When I see my colleagues in the car, I rarely say hello. Instead, I talk to myself and occasionally adjust my glasses. Don't think about it at this time, she must be thinking about the manuscript.

For such a person, it is unrealistic for her to prepare a table of sumptuous dishes to entertain Lin Weimin.

But Lin Weimin was still very happy to sit at her house occasionally. The topic she talked about the most was the "Painful Record" she was writing.

"Don't sit still all day in the future. Get up and move when you have nothing to do. Stretch your muscles and bones. You are older and are no more vulnerable than young people. Your cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are very fragile. You have to pay attention to yourself."

"Fortunately, the amount of bleeding this time was small and the medication was able to control it. I won't be so lucky next time."

"Don't think I'm scaring you. I don't want to be bothered by you in the middle of the night every time. Young people can't sleep well and are prone to cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases."

Lin Weimin talked a lot, and Wei Junyi listened to him quietly, blinking occasionally.

When he was about to get up, he realized that Meng Weizai was standing behind him.

"You scared me!"

"You didn't do anything wrong, what are you afraid of?"

The two bickered for a while, and Lin Weimin left the ward.

Meng Weizai sat next to the hospital bed, looked at Wei Junyi and sighed, "Junyi, you are a good person for the people!"

Wei Junyi was speechless and blinked.

After leaving the hospital, Lin Weimin went to No. 26 Yonghegong Street. Shi Tiesheng had been discharged and returned home.

He had almost discussed the marriage with Cheng Ximi.

These days, the procedures for getting married are a bit cumbersome. You need a certificate from your employer and a household registration book.

The work certificate and household registration book must be returned to Xi'an, and the marriage of the two has not been discussed with Cheng Ximi's parents, so this time Shi Tiesheng plans to return to Xi'an with Cheng Ximi.

"What about the wedding?" Lin Weimin asked.

"We have no plans to do anything." Shi Tiesheng said.

"You only get married once in your life, so how can you not have a wedding?" Lin Weimin advised.

Cheng Simi shook her head. She knew exactly what she wanted and said firmly: "The wedding is just a formality and has no meaning to our marriage."

When Lin Weimin saw what she said, he stopped trying to persuade her.

Shi Tiesheng's house only has two rooms. Shi Tiesheng and his father were in the hospital last night, so Shi Lan and Chen Ximi could live comfortably. But now that the whole family is back, it's a bit difficult to live in.

Lin Weimin said casually: "Let Shi Lan and Ximi stay at my place for the next two days."

"No, I'll just squeeze in at home." Cheng Ximi said.

"It's okay. Don't be afraid of the inconvenience. I have plenty of room in my house."

Shi Tiesheng said: "What you said is really annoying."

Lin Weimin spread his hands and said, "There is no other way. With our strength, I also want to keep a low profile!"

Shichahai Courtyard is only five or six miles away from Yonghegong Street. It is busy there and it is convenient to go back and forth. There is also Shi Lan to keep Cheng Ximi company.

After pulling the two of them into the courtyard, Lin Weimin fired up the boiler first.

"No one lives here recently, so it's a bit cold in the house. The boiler heats up very quickly. After waiting for an hour, it's almost warm."

After explaining these things, Lin Weimin left the yard.

Shi Lan took Cheng Simi around the yard and exclaimed, "This house is really nice!"

Cheng Ximi asked: "Is this house allocated by the work unit?"

"How can the work unit allocate such a good house? Brother Lin bought it himself."

"Buy it yourself? How much will it cost?"

Shi Lan thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say. In Yanjing, you can buy a house for two to three hundred yuan, but to buy such a yard, it costs at least five to six thousand yuan, including cleaning up the house and The money for the yard will cost 10,000 yuan."

Cheng Simi was stunned. Her monthly salary was only more than fifty yuan.

When she thought about the housing prices in Yanjing, she felt a little worried.

Shi Lan looked at her expression, thought for a moment, and understood the reason for Cheng Simi's question.

"Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry about the house. When you get my brother married, I will move to the dormitory."

Shi Lan is very sensible, but Cheng Ximi is absolutely unwilling to kick his sister-in-law out just because she is married to Shi Tiesheng.

But Shi Tiesheng's house only had two rooms. If Cheng Ximi married him, there would be four people in the house, which would be a bit inconvenient.

Cheng Ximi didn't dislike Shi Tiesheng's small house, nor did she dislike his large family. Instead, she was thinking about how to get a house.

The two are married, and it is not realistic to wait for the work unit to divide the house.

Shi Tiesheng now has no job and devotes himself to writing. Cheng Ximi will definitely give up his job and come to Yanjing after getting married, and he will have no place to rent a house.

It is too difficult to buy a house on your own without a work unit to allocate a house.

Before getting married, Cheng Ximi had already begun to worry about work and housing, but she did not regret agreeing to marry Shi Tiesheng.