1980 My literary era

After the banquet, Lin Weimin was about to leave, and Roberto Bernini came over again to chat with Lin Weimin.

Before Lin Weimin left, he said something meaningful: "There will be opportunities to cooperate."

After he got in the car, the expression on Roberto Benigni's face was still ecstatic, "Nicole, did you hear it? He said, 'There will be opportunities to cooperate,' which shows that he recognizes me. mine!"

Nicoletta Blaschi is not as optimistic as her husband, but Lin Weimin’s words really make people think.

Could it be that he really planned to give that novel to his husband?

But when she thought about it carefully, she felt it was unrealistic. The two had just met for the first time today, and they might not even know who her husband was.

Nicoletta Blaschi looked at the back of the car disappearing into the night, filled with questions.

Bertolucci said to Roberto Benigni at this time: "Roberto, if you want to get the right to adapt Lin's novel, you have to be more active. During this period, his novel "Farewell My Concubine" " is preparing to make a movie. This novel has sold nearly 20 million copies worldwide. If the movie adaptation is successful, it will not be easy to get the rights to adapt his work."

Bertolucci's words made Roberto Bernini's originally happy mood immediately become heavy.

Yes, I have to be more positive and let Lin see my sincerity.

The fifth day after the Strega Literary Prize was awarded was also Lin Weimin’s last day in Italy.

After all the travel, Lin Weimin had no plans to travel. After six days away from home, he missed Xiaodou Bao a little.

Having a child has indeed changed a lot in life. Lin Weimin never had this feeling of missing him no matter how long or far away he was.

After spending the last night in the hotel, Lin Weimin was about to leave early the next morning, but Albert suddenly appeared when he was about to get in the car and go to the airport.

"Lin, let's talk about your recent works."

Lin Weimin looked at Albert speechlessly, "Albert, I have to catch a plane."

"It's okay, let's talk in the car." Albert shamelessly got into the car waiting for the embassy.

Damn it, what have you been doing?

But after all, he had just won the Strega Literary Award. For the hungry Italian readers, Lin Weimin decided to give Albert a chance.

After all, his reputation in Italy has soared, and one more novel means more royalties!

After getting in the car, Lin Weimin made Albert unable to sit still as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The royalties should be increased to 15%."

"Lin, you can't do this, we are old friends."

"We have an old saying in China that in business, we should settle accounts with brothers."

Albert said anxiously: "Lin, we have cooperated so happily in the past two years, you can't find a more suitable partner than us in Italy..."

"Who said that? I think Fabry Publishing House is pretty good. I happened to meet their editor-in-chief during the award ceremony two days ago. He is very nice and even asked me to have coffee."

Lin Weimin's words almost made Albert jump anxiously. Fabbri Publishing House is the second largest publisher in Italy and one of the strong rivals of Mondadori Publishing House.

Being held within seven inches, Albert reluctantly agreed to Lin Weimin's request.

"Don't look so gloomy. It's like I'm squeezing your publisher. Isn't a Strega Literary Award worth 15% of the royalties?"

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it." Albert said this with a frown on his face.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but joked: "Why did you only think of talking about this before leaving?"

Albert hesitated and said: "I went out to drink with Roger last night..."

Yeah, if I hadn’t been drinking, I probably wouldn’t have been able to remember.

"He said he wanted to introduce your book "No One Less" and a fairy tale novel."

"The fairy tale novel has not been published yet. It has just been serialized in a children's literature magazine. I will send you the manuscript later."

Hearing these words, Albert finally smiled a little, and at least his trip was not in vain.

The plane flew over the Eurasian continent for several hours and finally landed at the Capital Airport.

When he returned to China this time, Lin Weimin didn't bring anything that needed to be inspected and passed the customs easily.

As soon as he came out of customs, he was immediately surrounded by a bunch of reporters.

Lin Weimin was puzzled, "Where did you get the news that I was returning to China?"

A tall and lanky reporter didn't show up and said directly: "Teacher Lin, after you win the award, you will go back to China in the next few days. I bought two packs of cigarettes for the airport staff. If there is your plane that day, I will go back immediately." inform us."

Well, this also involves betraying personal privacy.

"Let's make sure we don't block the road first." Lin Weimin first called a group of reporters to the side, and then said to them: "Okay, if you have any questions, please ask them quickly. I have to go home to take care of my children. Let's hurry up. time."

The reporters were overjoyed to see Lin Weimin taking off his clothes and working hard without complaint. They like this kind of initiative.

"Teacher Lin, do you have any trophies or anything like that? Let's take a photo first."

Lin Weimin reluctantly took out the Strega Literary Award trophy, "I still had 20,000 lire left, so I exchanged it and deposited it in the bank."

The reporters excitedly took photos and asked Lin Weimin about receiving the award.

These days, there is still a market for bringing glory to the country. The reporters listened happily to Lin Weimin's story about receiving the award in Italy and kept taking notes.

"Is this the second time you have won a major European literary award? How do you feel about this?"

"Including Goncourt, this is indeed the second time. My impression is that it is an honor. It proves that good works can transcend national borders, which is also the greatest charm of literature.

After answering this question, Lin Weimin said loudly: "Okay, okay, I've almost asked you all the questions. Let me answer the last question and let me go, okay?"

He pointed at the tall and lanky reporter who was talking to him just now, "You go ahead and ask."

The tall and lanky reporter perked up, and under the eager expectant eyes of many colleagues, he asked without hesitation: "When do you think you will win the Nobel Prize for Literature?"

After he asked this question, many reporters breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, reporters who could stay at the airport did not have a fuel-saving lamp.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "As for the Nobel Prize in Literature, it would be a lie to say that I didn't think about it. This matter is not something I can decide. It is an honor to win it, and there is no loss if I don't win it. So, there is no need to take it so seriously."

After satisfying the appetites of many reporters, Lin Weimin was finally able to leave the airport.

When I left, I was picked up by a public car, but when I came back, I didn't get the same treatment.

After saying goodbye to the two accompanying staff, Lin Weimin took a taxi and left the airport.

When he got home, before he put down his luggage, he saw Tao's father enjoying the shade under a tree. Xiaodou Bao's stroller was also under the tree. Tao's mother and Tao Huimin were sitting next to them, chatting.

Tao Huimin was surprised when she saw Lin Weimin coming home.

"Why didn't you say anything when you came back?"

"Just come back. I'll bother you by calling in advance."

Lin Weimin said something, hugged Tao Huimin, put down the suitcase, leaned forward and teased the small bean bag with his fingers.

"Daddy, my dear, do you miss daddy?" Lin Weimin's tone was gentle and full of love.

Xiaodoubao, who was almost three months old, was very awake now. He stared at the sky with his eyes wide open and started to laugh when he saw Lin Weimin.

Seeing his daughter's cute appearance, Lin Weimin's heart melted.

After being urged by Tao Huimin to wash his hands, he returned to the tree and picked up the child.

"We've only been apart for a week and you're already thinking about it anymore?" Tao Huimin teased with a smile on her lips.

"Try it for a week apart."

After playing with the little bean bag for more than ten minutes, the little girl finally became dissatisfied. She cried loudly and peed on Lin Weimin, and finally escaped from the sea of ​​misery.

Tao Huimin took the bean bag from Lin Weimin and said to her husband, who was still interested in it, "Okay, hurry up and change clothes and wash them."

After changing his clothes and coming out, Lin Weimin took out gifts from his suitcase. Not only the family members, but also the two nannies Sister Sun and Sister Qin were gifted. The two were so happy that they kept saying thank you.

Tao Huimin pulled Lin Weimin and said quietly: "Why did you buy such an expensive watch?"

She was talking about the two watches that Lin Weimin gave to Tao's father and Tao's mother. They were IWC Da Vinci watches with a perpetual calendar function and were very valuable. If they were bought in China, they would cost at least 40,000 yuan each.

"It's cheaper in Rome. Two watches are only 40,000 yuan converted into RMB. Your parents can help take care of the children. Why don't you give me a gift?"

Tao Huimin looked at her parents again. When Lin Weimin took out his watch just now, the two of them kept pushing it out. Now they put the watch away, but they couldn't hide the smile on their faces.

She had to admit that her husband would take care of things, and she would not have thought of such a thing.

Of course, her main reason is that she is reluctant to spend money.

Not to mention the parents, even the gifts from Sister Sun and Sister Qin are not cheap, at least a few hundred yuan. The most important thing is that these gifts are not easy to buy in China.

I received a gift worth one or two months’ salary. If I don’t work hard, I will be sorry for this gift!

After resting at home for a night, Lin Weimin drove to work at the Chinese Literature Society early the next morning.

As soon as I entered the hospital, there were endless congratulations in my ears.

In the past few days, the news that Lin Weimin won Italy's highest literary award, the Strega Literary Award, for "No Matter What, Life is Beautiful" has been spread through various media and has become the focus of heated discussions on the streets of China.

Over the years, ordinary people have become accustomed to the news that Lin Weimin has won awards overseas.

But this is to win glory for the country after all, and Chinese people have never been able to resist terms such as "highest" and "first".

Whenever news comes, even though it is no longer new, everyone can't help but spread it, discuss it, and praise it. After all, this is an award that one of them has won!