1980 My literary era

The news of Lin Weimin's suspension has spread throughout Yanjing's cultural circles after several days of fermentation. The reason for the suspension has also been widely circulated - he refused to go to the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television to take over as the director of the Film Bureau.

When many people heard this, their first reaction was nonsense. Is there anyone who is not willing to do such a good thing?

The editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society and the director of the Film Bureau seem to be of the same rank, but their powers and responsibilities are not at the same level at all.

It may seem like a horizontal transfer, but anyone with a bit of common sense can tell that this is definitely a promotion.

Moreover, this kind of cross-field transfer is difficult without leadership appreciation.

No matter how you look at it, this is an excellent opportunity!

But when everyone heard the news, they didn't feel too surprised.

After all, it’s Lin Weimin!

He is already the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society at the age of 30. Every novel he has written is a classic and sells well at home and abroad. I heard that he can receive nearly 10 million US dollars in royalties every year. Ten million US dollars is said. Just donate.

For such a person, a mere director of the film bureau is really nothing.

Many people appreciate Lin Weimin's indifference and clear ambition. Of course, there are also many people who don't like Lin Weimin and whisper behind his back that he is "just trying to gain fame."

Public opinion outside is discussing Lin Weimin, but it has nothing to do with him.

During the week after his suspension, Lin Weimin ate, drank, had fun, called friends, and entertained cats and dogs. His life was peaceful and joyful until he received a call from Lao Cheng.

"I said, have you forgotten something?"

Lin Weimin pretended to be stupid and tried to get through. "I'm on vacation, what can happen? I'm telling you, I'm thinking about it in the wall at home right now, deeply reflecting on my failure to the organization. Don't disturb me."

Cheng Wanchun was already accustomed to him telling lies, so he wasn't angry at all. He read over Lin Weimin's itinerary for the next half month on the phone.

"The donkeys in the production team can't be used like this!" Lin Weimin shouted.

"You can't handle the donkeys in the production team like this, but you are now a wild donkey and have no household registration." Old Cheng said venomously.

A suspended person has no rights, right?

Lin Weimin had already thought about how he would "walk away and have tea" on the day Lao Cheng retired.

Two days later, Lin Weimin appeared at Yanjing Railway Station.

"Editor-in-Chief!"

Qin Yunxiang from the distribution department waited for Lin Weimin and reached out to pick up Lin Weimin's suitcase, but Lin Weimin didn't let him pick it up. "It doesn't sink, and I'm no longer in my seventies."

"Where are the others? Are they all here?" Lin Weimin asked.

"It's still short of Yuxiu."

This autograph signing event is a nationwide autograph signing organized by the Chinese Literature Society and Xinhua Bookstore.

The Buhu Book Series has been launched for nearly five months and has been widely welcomed by readers.

The first batch of three works included blockbuster works such as "Dead City" and "Flower Rainy Season". "Desolate City" has sold more than 3.5 million copies, and "Flower Rainy Season" has sold more than 1.5 million copies.

The second batch of five works is not as exaggerated as "The Wasted City" and "Flower Season and Rainy Season", but within two months after publication, Liang Xiaosheng's "Annihilation" and Zhao Mei's "Lang Yuan" also easily exceeded 400,000 copies. of sales.

Everyone knows that works such as "Abandoned Capital" and "Flower Season and Rainy Season" are rare but hard to come by. It is extremely rare for the second batch of Buhu Book Series to reach the level of 400,000 volumes in two months.

Up to now, the cumulative sales volume of Buhuhu series has exceeded 7.2 million copies, gaining millions of readers across the country, and has completely established itself as the number one best-selling series in the Chinese publishing industry.

This nationwide autograph signing event can be said to be a feedback to readers, it can also be seen as a promotion for the author himself and the Buhu book series, and it can even be seen as an action to demonstrate momentum.

The team is led by Lin Weimin, the chief editor (suspended), with two people from the circulation department and four writers, namely Jia Pingwa, Yu Xiu, Liang Xiaosheng and Zhao Mei.

The two people in the distribution department are there to connect with bookstores from all over the world and handle trivial matters, and the selection of writers is determined entirely based on the sales of their works.

In fact, Jia Pingwa and four other people had already held a book signing in Yanjing a few days ago, and the next stop was Tianjin.

When we got on the train, because it was a short distance, everyone took hard seats.

Not long after the train set off, Liang Xiaosheng began to take things out of his bag, boiled eggs, steamed buns, miso, green onions, cucumbers...

"Did you bring a rice cooker and rice?" Lin Weimin joked.

"If it weren't for the lack of electricity, do you think no one would dare to bring it?" Liang Xiaosheng replied.

He distributed food to everyone casually and enthusiastically. Although it was only more than two hours away, eating on the train was a ritual and couldn't be missed.

After getting off the train, everyone checked into the guest house first.

The Heping Road area is the commercial center of Tianjin. There are several bookstores scattered here. The Xinhua Bookstore on Heping Road, opposite the department store, is the largest bookstore in Tianjin. The space is huge and transparent, and there are portraits of great people hanging on the facade of the building.

When Lin Weimin and others arrived at the Xinhua Bookstore on Heping Road the next day, there was already a long queue at the door.

In the 1990s, literature was in decline, but literature lovers were not dead. They just had to divert their energy from literature to other things due to various pressures.

Xinhua Bookstore had warmed up today's author signing event half a month in advance, and readers who had left the bookstore sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain.

Lin Weimin looked at the lively scene at the door of the bookstore and missed it in his heart. I am afraid that such scenes will become less and less in the future.

The book signing event at Xinhua Bookstore on Heping Road lasted for one day. At least more than a thousand readers came. On the first day, the shoulders and wrists of Jia Pingwa and others were already in a semi-disabled state.

Although it is a signature, most people will write a blessing, so the actual workload is much greater than everyone's usual writing workload.

In the evening, the bookstore will arrange a meal and rest for the night. The group will set off again the next day.

This time the location was much further away, it was Xi'an, Jia Pingwa's hometown.

Xinhua Bookstore, the largest bookstore in Xi'an, is habitually called Bell Tower Bookstore by Xi'an people. It is located just northeast of the Bell Tower, one of Xi'an's landmark buildings, and on the east side of the Postal Building.

The autograph session was as lively as yesterday, with readers waiting in a queue of hundreds of meters.

Several writers were diligently signing their names, when suddenly an egg flew out of the crowd and hit Jia Pingwa right in the face.

In an instant, eggshells and egg liquid splashed. The little girl Yuxiu sitting next to Jia Pingwa was frightened and screamed. There was also a commotion among the readers who were queuing up.

Jia Pingwa was stunned on the spot after being hit. Before the staff of the bookstore could react, a high-pitched voice came from the crowd.

“Down with the rogue writer Jia Pingwa!”

Lin Weimin was the first to react, pointing in the direction of the crowd, "Go and find that person."

Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun, another young man from the circulation department, responded to the call and rushed towards the troublemaker. Not long after the commotion among the readers, Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun twisted a young man with glasses and brought him to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin was not idle when Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun went to arrest people. He first asked someone to wipe Jia Pingwa's face and clean up the scene.

Seeing that Jia Pingwa was in a low mood, she comforted him a few words and asked, "Do you need to rest?"

"It's okay, so many readers have come, we can't let them down," Jia Pingwa said.

Lin Weimin spoke a few words to comfort the readers who were queuing up. On the other side, the young man controlled by Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun was still shouting, "Why do you arrest me? Do you think you are ***?"

Lin Weimin came to the young man with a cold face.

"Don't you have any idea why we arrested you?"

"Still ***? I think you are the ***!"

"What? If you don't like a work, you'll knock it down! If you don't like a writer, you'll criticize it! Tell me, what do you call this behavior?"

The young man shouted to himself: "What he wrote is a poisonous thing. Why can't he be defeated? Literature is art and noble. We must not allow such a person to tarnish literature, let alone grandstand in the palace."

"You also said that literature is art. You can have different opinions and you can criticize and debate, but it must be within a reasonable range.

Your current behavior is a blatant insult to others, and you are doing despicable things in the name of nobleness.

Also, literature does not need anyone to protect it, and no one can tarnish it. Literature is promoted to the throne by the people. If one day the palace of literature is torn down in the wilderness, it will definitely not be because of people like you, but because literature has cut itself off from the people! "

Lin Weimin's words were sonorous and powerful. As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the queue immediately shouted "Okay".

Then people around him immediately responded, "Okay! Well said!"

If a writer, within the normal creative framework, is going to be knocked down because he wrote a novel that some people don’t like, then what is the difference between it and a literary prison?

Most of the people present today have experienced that era, and their nerves were extremely sensitive. The young man's behavior obviously touched everyone's nerves, and Lin Weimin's words were like a shot in the arm, arousing the same hatred and hatred among everyone present.

The young man looked at the reactions of everyone present with confusion and confusion on his face.

Shouldn’t gangster writers like Jia Pingwa who write gangster novels be defeated?

"Can't you figure out why everyone is so disgusted with your behavior?"

The young man looked at Lin Weimin and did not answer, but his eyes confirmed it.

"Do you know me?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Lin Weimin."

The young man's eyes were shining as he spoke. He was here to trouble Jia Pingwa today, but that didn't stop him from liking literature, not to mention that the person standing in front of him was Lin Weimin.

"Then let me ask you, if you come to me now with a novel and say: Teacher Lin, I wrote a novel, can you help me read it?

I opened your novel and threw it on the ground, saying: What kind of bullshit did you write?

You retort: ​​What I wrote is not bullshit.

I said: It’s just bullshit. I, Lin Weimin, said it’s bullshit, it’s just bullshit.

Is my behavior different from yours just now? How do you feel? "

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he stared at the young man with a thoughtful look on his face, and he understood what Lin Weimin meant in a moment.

Lin Weimin signaled Qin Yunxiang and Wang Hongjun to let go of the young man. He could tell that the young man was not a bad person. He seemed to like literature, but his thoughts were a little extreme.

Lin Weimin knew that a stubborn person could not be persuaded so simply. He did not give the young man time to think, and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You can go back and think about it slowly. I only have one request for you, sincerely give it to Jia Ping Comrade Wa, can you please apologize?"

The young man looked disdainful and was about to say "impossible" when Lin Weimin said: "You have to think clearly. If you don't apologize, I will call the police. This is a public security case and you will not be sentenced. You will be detained for two days at most. , but it will be kept on your record, which will have an impact on your future education, military service, job and promotion."

When the young man heard this, the disdain on his face disappeared, his lips pursed, and he hesitated.

mock up! I can't cure you anymore?

After being frightened a few times by Lin Weimin, the young man shrank back and whispered: "I apologize to him."

Lin Weimin nodded, "Okay, then just wait."

The autograph session lasted all day. The young man committed the crime in the morning and was held in the bookstore by Lin Weimin for most of the day. It was not until the evening when Jia Pingwa and other writers finished their work that they had a chance to apologize.

Most of a day is enough for a young man to cool down his enthusiastic but short-lived enthusiasm, and his attitude when apologizing can be considered sincere.

Jia Pingwa accepted his apology and then said: "Although your criticism is very radical, I will accept it. I will be more cautious and restrained in describing X in the future."

The young man was a little happy when he heard this and apologized sincerely again.

The young man left happily. Jia Pingwa gave Lin Weimin a wry smile and said, "I'll show you the joke!"

"Today's joke may just be an anecdote twenty years from now!" Lin Weimin laughed.

One sentence can make people suddenly enlightened!