1980 My literary era

The impact on Mr. Wan was great in the past few years. After 1977, the earth recovered and everything was renewed, and his situation was much better.

However, after all, I am already over seventy years old, and my energy and enthusiasm are far less than when I was young. I am busy with receptions, visits, and meetings every day. This trip is to the United States. After I came back, I rested for two days before asking my daughter Wanfang to inform me. Lin Weimin came over to meet.

He and Lin Weimin talked for more than ten minutes in the study, mainly because he was asking Lin Weimin about some trivial matters in his work and life. Lin Weimin said that he just listened quietly.

After hearing Lin Weimin talk about his desire to join the editorial department of "Contemporary", Mr. Wan asked, "Why would you want to join there? Isn't it good to be a full-time writer?"

"Teacher, I don't have such good conditions. After studying at the Institute of Literature this time, if I don't find a suitable job, I have to go back to the countryside first, and then back to my hometown to find a way to get the street to arrange a job."

"So that's it." Wan nodded and said no more.

At this time, Li Yuru knocked on the door and said, "Let's eat."

Being able to eat at home represents a kind of recognition, and Lin Weimin stood up happily.

The dishes on the table include one meat and two vegetarian dishes, and they taste very good.

After finishing the meal, Lin Weimin took the initiative to grab the plate and said, "Master, let me clean it up."

"No need, this is all my business, you can talk about yours."

Her attitude was very firm, but Lin Weimin did not insist anymore.

Back in the study, Mr. Wan gave him a reading list.

"Read these books when you have time when you get back. If there are new works, bring them to me."

"Okay, teacher."

After talking about this, Lin Weimin knew it was time to say goodbye.

When he came out of Mr. Wan's house, it was completely dark outside. He looked back at the "Shang Shu Tower" hidden in the darkness.

Fate is really a wonderful thing. Inexplicably, I traveled to the 1980s, got away and entered the Literary Research Institute, and now I have become Wan Jiabao's disciple.

Even if the old man was just because of the reputation of the Institute of Literature, the old man did not deny it after all when he called out "teacher".

With just these two words, even if he never achieves anything in the future, he can still thrive within the system with the brand name of "Wan Jiabao Disciple".

Lin Weimin's heart is full of gratitude to the Institute of Literature and Literature and Mr. Wan.

On the day agreed with Mark Meng, Lin Weimin went to Yenching University.

Mark Meng had almost revised the manuscript of "Knives Out", but there were still some flaws. Lin Weimin and Mark Meng spent two days in the dormitory revising the manuscript and then sent it out in Mark Meng's name.

"Hope everything goes well!"

Mark dreamed to himself after sending the manuscript.

Lin Weimin patted him and said, "Old Ma, don't put so much pressure on yourself, just think of this as a useful attempt."

Mark Meng smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Weimin, you really have a big heart."

The royalties for publishing the novel were not a temptation for Mark Meng. Even if it was published, it would only be a few hundred dollars in his hands.

What really excites him is the sense of accomplishment of having his work published and discovering a potential writer.

The manuscript of "Knives Out" was sent out, which also means that Lin Weimin has been completely free of trouble recently.

He remembered the reading list Mr. Wan had given him, which was all plays by famous Chinese and foreign writers, such as Shakespeare, Tang Xianzu, etc.

I went to several bookstores and barely bought a few books. It was not easy to get the books on this list together.

Since you can’t buy it in the bookstore, go to the library.

Early that morning, Lin Weimin set off from the eastern suburbs on his bicycle. It was already around 9 o'clock when he arrived at Yanjing Library.

When he handed over the book list and finally got a book, another half hour passed.

Strangely enough, he might not even look at the books he bought a few times before he traveled through time, but now he reads them eagerly after spending a lot of effort to borrow them.

To sum up, I just don’t know how to cherish it.

This man is so mean!

Nearly half a month passed, and the Institute of Literary Studies was about to reopen. Lin Weimin took advantage of the weekend and came to Muxidi in time for dinner.

Mr. Wan pointed at him and smiled: "Did you come here just for this meal?"

"Teacher, who do you think I am? Look outside. It will be dark in a while. How dangerous it is for a young man like me to walk at night. I am doing this completely out of consideration for your age. Time."

Mr. Wan laughed out loud at his antics. It just so happened that Li Yuru had just prepared the meal. Lin Weimin entered the room and ate the meal first without doing anything.

After dinner, Lin Weimin and Mr. Wan entered the study.

"How's the book going?"

Lin Weimin reported on his recent reading. Mr. Wan nodded after listening and said: "Don't be in a hurry when reading. These books are not for you to finish within a time limit, but for you to understand them clearly."

"Teacher, what does it mean to understand?"

Mr. Wan said: "Understand everything."

Lin Weimin scratched his head. This "comprehensive understanding" is probably more difficult than "memorizing it backwards and forwards", right?

After chatting for a while, Wan frowned when he heard Lin Weimin talking about a mystery novel he had written and submitted it to an American magazine.

"You still have to concentrate on writing, and don't move your hammer here and there."

"Teacher, I know this. I just want to make some extra money."

Mr. Wan glanced at him and said, "You, I can see your utilitarianism from the first time we met."

"You are wronging me by saying that. What conditions do other people have, and what conditions do I have? A child without a mother, it's a long story..."

After being scolded by Mr. Wan, Lin Weimin immediately started to talk about his revolutionary family background, remembering the hardships and remembering the sweets.

His situation had been clear for a long time, so he interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Okay, don't be so playful."

Lin Weimin immediately fell silent. Although he usually acted casually, he still did not dare to touch the principled issue of dignity as a teacher.

"It's not that I don't let you do these things, but I'm afraid that you will be distracted. You are still young and don't understand the preciousness of creative energy..." At this point, Mr. Wan's eyes showed a bit of sadness, as if he was looking into the distance. time.

Mr. Wan is an example of becoming famous at a young age. He wrote such a masterpiece as "Thunderstorm" at the age of 23.

At the age of 25, he wrote "Sunrise".

At the age of 26, he wrote "The Wilderness".

At the age of 30, he wrote "People from Yanjing".

The word "awesome" used to describe him is derogatory. Calling him "the first person in the history of modern Chinese drama" is well deserved.

But such a talented person who produced many classics in his youth fell into a cycle of talent exhaustion after the age of 39, and was considered by critics to have exhausted his talents.

In the 47 years from the age of 39 to his death, he was never able to write a work that he was satisfied with and that was recognized by the outside world as a viable work.

Even before he died, he was still shouting: "I have to write something big before I die, otherwise I won't do it."