1980 My literary era

However, after Lin Weimin had a detailed chat with Su Zhi, he found out that the script fee was not a one-time payment.

In addition to the 300 yuan this time, Lin Weimin will receive a corresponding commission for every performance of "Untouchable" by Future People's Art, which is 5 yuan per performance, and will be settled based on the number of performances every year.

This is an old tradition of Renyi, and it will be the same in later generations. Renyi did not stop paying royalties to Mr. Lao She’s family until 2016, and it has continued to pay royalties to Mr. Cao Yu’s family without interruption.

After hearing this information, Lin Weimin finally felt a little comforted.

After saying goodbye to Su Zhi, Lin Weimin rode his bicycle to the entrance of Renyi, and a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Lin Weimin was startled, thinking he was being robbed on the road.

"Teacher Lin!" The voice turned out to be Li Guangfu.

"Teacher Li!"

Li Guangfu said hurriedly: "You're welcome, just call me Xiao Li."

Xiao Li, you are already in your thirties after all. You can lose this face, but I can’t scream!

"Teacher Li, what's wrong?" Lin Weimin asked.

Li Guangfu said: "Thank you so much for today. If it weren't for your affirmation, I wouldn't be able to play the role of Lin Xiaoding."

"You're welcome. It's mainly because you are more suitable for this role."

"Teacher Lin, I wonder if you are free. I would like to treat you to a meal." Li Guangfu explained his purpose.

Lin Weimin said: "Isn't it a bit late today?"

"Then tomorrow, tomorrow I'll treat you to hot-boiled mutton."

"Okay, then tomorrow."

The two made an appointment, and Lin Weimin left on his bicycle.

Li Guangfu looked at the figure retreating in the darkness, feeling secretly happy in his heart.

He entered Renyi's actor training class when he was a teenager. Over the years, he has worked hard in Renyi and played a lot of small roles, but he has never played a leading role.

Meeting Lin Weimin today was a stroke of luck and he got the leading role. Li Guangfu felt extremely grateful to Lin Weimin.

What's more, Dean Yu Zhi also introduced that this person is still a close disciple of Mr. Wan. With this status alone, you will definitely not suffer any loss if you make friends with him.

The next day, Lin Weimin got off work and came to Donglaishun, where Li Guangfu was already waiting.

Dong Laishun's mutton is made from castrated rams. The meat is soft and lean. The meat cutter's skills are also excellent. The mutton is cut into thin slices that can transmit light.

Plate after plate of mutton was served neatly, and just looking at the red and white texture of the meat whetted one's appetite.

This year, when I come to Donglaishun to treat guests, I can't say I'm sincere.

Lin Weimin and Li Guangfu chatted while eating, mainly because Li Guangfu said and he listened.

Li Guangfu was a resident of Yanjing. When he was a child, his family was well-off. He lived in Dongdan, two doors across from China Children's Art School, and further to the west was Ningjun Prince's Mansion.

It is precisely because he lives in Dongdan and is very close to the China Children's Theater and the China Youth Art Theater that he has shuttled back and forth between the two theaters since he was a child, and has developed a great interest in drama.

In 1960, the People's Art Association and two theaters jointly recruited young people. Li Guangfu signed up without saying a word. He was only 13 years old that year.

At that time, the teacher told him that 13 years old was not enough, and our minimum requirement was 15 years old.

"I told the teacher at that time, 'How do you know that you can act at the age of 15 but not at the age of 13?'.

At that time, newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, so the teacher actually let me in. I have stayed at Renyi for twenty years, which is unbelievable when I think about it. "

Li Guangfu shook his head and recalled the past with great sadness.

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Then you have a long acting career. You are already an old actor in your thirties."

Li Guangfu waved his hand quickly, "Don't be rude to me, I'm just a one-on-one."

"There are no small roles, only small actors. I remember this was said by a senior in your theater, right?"

"Yes, we said that to Dean Yu. Even though we say this, it is always a pity for us actors who have never played a leading role."

"That's true. This time, we can make up for our regrets."

"So I have to thank you, Teacher Lin." Li Guangfu raised his glass and thanked him.

"Too polite."

After the two of them finished a glass of wine, Lin Weimin asked, "I just heard from you that your family is a long-time landowner in Yanjing."

"Yes, my grandparents came here to make a living."

"It just so happens that I have something to ask you..."

Lin Weimin talked about his desire to buy a courtyard house. Li Guangfu frowned slightly after hearing this, "Teacher Lin, nowadays this courtyard house is not a good choice for buying a house. If you want to buy a house that suits your needs, it is hard to find one. Even if If you come across it, the price is much more expensive than buying a bungalow or a tube house."

"I understand this. It's mainly a personal preference. I don't like living in a Tongzi building. It feels too depressing. It's more comfortable to have my own yard."

Li Guangfu complimented: "You still know how to enjoy life."

"I'll ask you later to see if there is anyone around who wants to sell their house."

"Then thank you."

After the meal, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

On the weekend, Lin Weimin went to the People's Art Theater in the morning and squatted all morning to watch everyone rehearse. At noon, he carried several kilograms of mutton-boiled meat to No. 26 Yonghegong Street.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!" Lin Weimin habitually called Shi Tiesheng's name in the yard before entering the door.

Shi Lan opened the door and said angrily: "Brother Lin, every time you come to my house, your neighbors always tell us that your guest is too noisy!"

Lin Weimin shook the mutton roll in his hand, "Then shall I go?"

Shi Lan suddenly stopped talking when he saw the mutton rolls, and his eyes went straight.

Lin Weimin put the mutton rolls in his hands into the room. Shi Tiesheng rocked the wheelchair and asked, "Why haven't you been here all this time?"

Lin Weimin had not been to their home since then except for one time when he came back from the Northeast.

"Busy! Miss me?"

"Mainly missing the mutton rolls."

"Haha! Let you eat enough today."

"It seems that you have become rich again." Shi Tiesheng said firmly.

"I know." Shi Lan raised his hand, "Brother Lin published an article called "Cliff" in "Contemporary". It was a long novel and cost more than a thousand yuan at least."

Lin Weimin said dotingly: "Little clever ghost!"

"Not only will it be published in "Contemporary", "Cliff" will be published as a single book, and I will receive an extra two thousand yuan in royalties."

Shi Lan's eyes widened, "Two thousand yuan?"

She shook Shi Tiesheng's shoulders, "Brother, two thousand yuan!"

"I know, please be gentle!" Shi Tiesheng looked helpless after being tortured by his sister.

"Then I wrote a book for Renyi and paid a royalties of 300 yuan."

"Still have money?" Shi Lan couldn't believe it.

Shi Tiesheng's focus was different from hers, "Write a script for art?"

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "Yes, the teacher's request."

"Ah!" Shi Tiesheng let out a meaningless sigh, his eyes full of envy, "Writing scripts for Renyi, did they use them?"

"Can I give you royalties if you don't have to?"

Shi Tiesheng looked at Lin Weimin and suddenly didn't want to speak.

This friend is too strong.