1980 My literary era

The talented Mr. Wan also had to face a situation of exhaustion of talent after entering middle age, so when he saw Lin Weimin distracted by making money, he would give words to persuade him.

But he didn't know that Lin Weimin had no ambition to become famous and have a family, and his talent did not rely solely on his own head, but on the inexhaustible materials for future generations.

After being taught a lesson by Mr. Wan, Lin Weimin felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the old man knew how to give a sweet date with a slap in the face.

"Here." Mr. Wan took out a few tickets from the desk drawer.

"Teacher, this is..."

"The tickets for Renyi are benefits that I, the teacher, will give you." Mr. Wan explained.

Humanity?

Lin Weimin immediately thought that his teacher still had the title of director of the Yanjing People's Art Theater on his head.

Mr. Wan was the first dean of Renyi. After the reform and opening up, he was appointed by the superior department to return to the position of dean.

Lin Weimin took the ticket without even asking, "Thank you, teacher!"

Mr. Wan said: "These plays are the signatures of human art, so study hard."

"do not worry."

While the two were chatting, Lin Weimin heard the sound of the door opening outside. Listening to the sound of talking, it seemed that Wan Fang was back, so Lin Weimin stood up and left.

When he saw Wan Fang when he came out of the study, Lin Weimin called him senior sister. Wan Fang smiled and nodded. She is now working as a playwright at the Central Opera House.

"Teacher, Master, Senior Sister, I'll leave first."

"Go ahead."

The next day, Lin Weimin had nothing to do and ran to No. 166 Chaonei Street again. This time he came to play with Lu Yao.

Unfortunately, Lu Yao's scalp was numb while he was revising the manuscript, and he had no interest at all.

Lin Weimin didn't want to go back just like that, so he hung out in the "guest house".

It is said to be a guest house, but it is actually a temporary dormitory set up by the Chinese Literature Society to accommodate writers from out of town who come to revise manuscripts. It is on the same second floor as the editorial office. It is only ten steps away when you turn right.

Lin Weimin was a familiar person. After walking around for a while, he started chatting with several writers. Their laughter could be heard from half of the second floor.

I don't know if it was because the noise was too loud and it alerted the editors in the editorial department. Lin Weimin was chatting enthusiastically when a head came in from the door of the dormitory. When he saw that it was Lin Weimin, his face immediately dropped.

"I wonder who has such a loud voice? What are you doing here?" The person who came was none other than Rong Shihui.

"Editor Rong, I came here to play with Lu Yao and chat with everyone."

Rong Shihui saw Lin Weimin and a few people gathered around talking about the mountains, and the atmosphere was very happy. He angrily scolded: "Have you finished revising the manuscript?"

The other people suddenly fell silent.

When Lin Weimin saw it, he thought, "Don't be an eyesore here." He was about to run to the editorial office.

After he left, Rong Shihui couldn't help but lectured: "You guys, don't always think about playing with others, and don't look at how long it takes for others to write something. How long does it take for you to write one? All that time and energy was spent on revising the manuscript, so why do I still need to nag me so much every day?"

The oldest writer in the dormitory was only in his early thirties, and Rong Shihui told them face to face that there was no pressure.

After he left, several people couldn't help but wonder why the editor didn't let them play with Lin Weimin, so they approached Lu Yao.

Lu Yao said quietly: "Why, I'm afraid it will delay your affairs."

"What do you mean?" several people asked cutely with wide eyes.

"What are you here for?"

"Revise the draft!"

"Lin Weimin has never revised the manuscript."

"Ah..." Several people were surprised.

"He wrote a 200,000-word novel in less than a month."

"Ahhhh..."

Several people didn't close their mouths, and they understood Rong Bian's painstaking efforts in an instant.

Playing with this guy doesn't mean that you are born to play around behind the best butt in the class all day long, foolishly thinking that he is as ignorant as you, but you don't know that he is a player who can take the double hundred test with his eyes closed. .

On the other side, Lin Weimin planned to take a walk around the editorial office, but didn't want to bump into a familiar face halfway.

"Why are you here?"

Gu Hua carried his luggage, "Why can't I be here?"

"You kid, talk nicely."

Gu Hua laughed, with a bit of pride on his face, "I wrote a manuscript in my hometown, and when I came back, I showed it to the editor. I didn't expect that I would be asked to live here directly to revise the manuscript."

"So that's it. Why didn't you go back to the dormitory?"

"I'm worried. I just want the editor to see if my manuscript is acceptable..." Gu Hua simply described what happened.

It turns out that before the school vacation, he had written a lot of scattered words, and he had even told Lin Weimin and others about it before. After staying in my hometown for almost a month, I wrote more than 100,000 words of the novel manuscript and completed three-quarters of it. I really couldn’t wait any longer, so I took the bus back to Yanjing overnight.

He approached the editorial department like a reckless man, but fortunately he was now quite famous, so the editor actually read the manuscript in person and decided to let him stay and revise it on the spot.

When Lin Weimin heard the name "Distant Mountain Town", he immediately realized that this should be the first draft of "Furong Town".

After helping Gu Hua put his luggage into the dormitory, Lin Weimin started to care about his novel.

Seeing that Lin Weimin wanted to read the manuscript, he was a little embarrassed, "The editor just picked up a lot of questions. I will show it to you after I go back and correct it and finish writing."

"That's okay."

Lin Weimin had already seen the movie "Furong Town", and the plot of the novel was not much different. He wanted the manuscript purely out of curiosity.

Gu Hua said that he planned to live here before the start of school so that it would be easier to revise the manuscript.

Lin Weimin knew that the story of "Furong Town" cost him a lot of effort and had been conceived for a long time. He had told this story to his classmates more than once before.

I had been lonely for a long time during the holiday. Suddenly I saw an acquaintance. Lin Weimin had a sudden thought: "I will stay here too today."

"Why do you live here? You don't revise the manuscript."

"You don't care if I revise the manuscript or not."

Lin Weimin went directly to another room to borrow a mat and pillow and moved into Gu Hua's dormitory.

"I said you..." Gu Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When they were about to get off work, Lin Weimin and Gu Hua went to the canteen to have a meal and saw Rong Shihui who was about to leave.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'll stay here tonight to stay with Lao Gu."

Rong Shihui frowned instinctively. Why did he feel more and more like he had brought disaster to "Contemporary"?

After dinner, we returned to the dormitory.

The weather was sultry. Lin Weimin looked out the window and felt the wind was a little cold.

"It looks like it's going to rain."

There was no one else in the dormitory, so Gu Hua went bare-chested and brewed a pot of bitter tea brought from his hometown.

"It's raining, it's cool!"

Not two minutes after I finished speaking, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Both of them were a little excited. Gu Hua stopped thinking about writing now. He moved a chair and sat by the window with Lin Weimin.

While admiring the heavy rain outside, we had a long chat over tea.