1980 My literary era

Shi Tiesheng's illness gradually improved, and Lin Weimin was very happy for his friend.

That day Rong Shihui came to the Wen Lecture Center.

"Editor Rong, why are you here?"

"Sending you a manuscript."

Rong Shihui took out the manuscripts from his bag and said, "Of these manuscripts, 3 were eliminated directly. There are 9 others that need to be revised by your classmates as required. We have all made detailed comments on the manuscripts. If If anyone doesn’t understand, you can ask them to communicate with our editorial department.”

The total word count of the 17 manuscripts exceeds 500,000 words, which is a big project for the editors. The feedback received in such a short period of time shows the seriousness and dedication of these editors.

Only 5 of the 17 manuscripts could be directly published in magazines. This ratio is neither high nor low, including Lin Weimin's novel "Cliff".

"Okay, got it."

"How about An Yi's novel?"

Rong Shihui said: "It can be published, it will be scheduled for the next issue."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "That's good."

After Rong Shihui finished speaking, he wanted to leave, but Lin Weimin held him back, "Don't leave in a hurry yet."

"what?"

"Now that I'm here, I just want to talk to my classmates about some problems in revising the manuscript, so I won't have to come here in vain."

"Fine."

The students welcomed the arrival of Rong Shihui very much. He is a senior editor of a famous magazine. For the group of people in the class who make a living by coding, his guidance is very useful.

After a while, a circle of people gathered around Rong Shihui. In the end, he simply moved his position to the cafeteria and asked Rong Shihui to share an editing class with everyone. He even had lunch at the Literary Research Institute, and it was not easy to get there. I was free again in the afternoon.

"Good guy, you guys from the Literary Research Institute are quite enthusiastic!" Rong Shihui said with lingering fear.

Lin Weimin chuckled and said: "You have to understand everyone. You are about to graduate. Whether your work can be published or not represents everyone's learning results. Can you not be serious?"

"Yes, yes, I understand. You guys are all shoemakers. Before, Xu Gang went to Lao Mengna and said that when you graduate, let our magazine collect some manuscripts from students and see what they have. If you can publish it, publish it.

Unexpectedly, you want to lead | what the leader wants, and are anxious about what the leader | is anxious about, and you have solved a big problem for you, Director Xu! "

"Hey, I just hit it by mistake."

After chatting for a while, Rong Shihui took the initiative to mention work.

"Don't be anxious about your work, kid. Lao Qin told me it should be stable."

"Really?" Lin Weimin said in surprise.

"Really, Lao Yanlei's words are definitely not wrong. Just wait until you graduate to receive a transfer order."

Lin Weimin held Rong Shihui's hand and said, "Thank you to President Yan, thank you to Editor-in-Chief Wei, thank you to Director Meng, thank you to Tan..."

"Okay, okay..." Rong Shihui took out his hand impatiently, with a look of disgust on his face, "It's not enough for you, and those who don't know would think you won some big prize."

"Hey, aren't I excited?"

"Be happy, be happy, don't get carried away, study hard during this period, and don't make any mistakes." Rong Shihui warned.

"Do not worry."

Lin Weimin's face was full of spring breeze, and he returned to the house humming a little tune. When he saw Huang Zonghan walking towards him, his tune was raised upward.

"Old Huang, An Yi's article is going to be published in "Contemporary"."

Huang Zonghan glanced at him speechlessly, "Didn't Editor Rong say that?"

"Did you say that? Maybe I forgot."

"Virtue!" Huang Zonghan was very dissatisfied with Lin Weimin's cynicism.

Some people in the class today are happy and some are sad. More than 20 people participated in Lin Weimin's collective writing project and produced 17 manuscripts.

5 pieces could go straight to the album, 9 pieces needed to be revised, and 3 pieces were directly killed without even a chance to be revised.

The first two are easy to say, but the three unlucky guys who were killed were really a bit embarrassed.

They are all classmates, and they all write stories with the same theme and core. Others' stories have been published, but yours have not.

You can't ask, asking is just a dish.

Among these three big dishes, one of them is Cheng Shixu.

My friend was devastated this time. Lin Weimin's writing project was originally tailor-made for him, but as a result, he was directly eliminated, and he felt like crying.

Fortunately, there were two fellow sufferers accompanying him, one was Qu Xiaowei and the other was Jiao Yundian.

"Okay, don't cry. Isn't it just that the manuscript was rejected? It's not like I haven't experienced it before." Lin Weimin put his arm around Cheng Shixu's shoulders and comforted him, "Look at that guy, isn't he alive and kicking?"

Cheng Shixu followed Lin Weimin's line of sight and looked over. Qu Xiaowei was tinkering with the tape in his hand. He wore the iconic afro wig on his head and was preparing for the dance party in the evening.

When Cheng Shixu saw Qu Xiaowei, he couldn't help but feel even more sad. Now he could only compare with this guy.

The turmoil caused by Rong Shihui's arrival in the class gradually subsided. Those whose manuscripts were rejected tried to try other directions, and those who needed to revise their manuscripts worked hard to revise them.

In the evening, Lin Weimin got on his bicycle and headed west from School D.

Lin Weimin knocked on the door at No. 6, Door 10, Building 22, Muxidi.

It was Wan Fang who opened the door, and Lin Weimin obediently said hello to his senior sister.

"For the sake of the people, come in."

Li Yuru is cooking. Mr. Wan is not in the study today, but sitting in the living room.

Seeing Lin Weimin coming, Mr. Wan made him a cup of tea.

"Sit for a while and wait for dinner." Mr. Wan said.

"Okay." Lin Weimin sat down and chatted with Mr. Wan.

After dinner, Mr. Wan called Lin Weimin into the study.

Just like the previous times, I asked some questions about the book list and the content of the play, and Lin Weimin answered fluently.

Mr. Wan nodded happily, "Not bad, quite serious."

"As your student, do you still need to worry about this?" Lin Weimin couldn't help but tremble.

"You don't look like an adult at all. You need to be more steady."

"Oh." Lin Weimin responded.

Lin Weimin observed Mr. Wan's face, hesitated for a moment and asked: "Teacher, have you said hello to the Chinese Literature Society?"

This question is the purpose of Lin Weimin's visit today.

When Xu Gang confided in him before, the first thing he thought of was Mr. Wan.

Apart from Mr. Wan, there is no other person beside Lin Weimin who can clarify his work arrangements in just one sentence.

Mr. Wan looked at Lin Weimin and smiled, "Yes."

it is as expected.

Lin Weimin stood up excitedly, "Teacher, I... really don't know how to thank you."

Mr. Wan waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

"I talked about your work before, and I saw that you were in a difficult situation. It happened that I could help. I accepted you as a student, and I really don't know how many useful things I can teach you. Having solved this problem is not in vain. Please call me teacher."

"teacher……"

Lin Weimin's face was filled with emotion.