1980 My literary era

November in Yanjing has already entered winter, and the first snow has not yet fallen. But for some reason, when I woke up in the morning and looked outside, I felt like it was covered in snow.

Going to work in the morning, Lin Weimin warmed up the car after eating, and then scraped the frost off the rearview mirror and rear window.

"Dad! Dad!"

Xiaodoubao ran out of the house. She was wearing a sweater. Tao Huimin gave her a double ponytail in the morning, but because her hair was short, the double ponytail turned into a crotch. When she ran, she looked like two antennas, dangling back and forth.

Lin Weimin leaned over and picked up the little bean bag that ran over, "What are you looking for daddy for?"

"When will you come back?"

"Dad will come back in the evening, when it gets dark again."

"You come back soon." Xiaodoubao warned.

Lin Weimin's smile was a little sweet, "Doubao misses dad, right?"

Xiaodoubao shook his head, "No, come back soon to give birth to a younger brother."

Lin Weimin looked embarrassed.

At this time, Tao Huimin came out of the room, heard her daughter's words, and scolded: "Lin Qianxun, little girl, what are you talking nonsense about all day long? Who taught you?"

Xiaodou Bao hugged Lin Weimin's neck, "Grandma said it."

Tao Huimin was helpless. Xiaodoubao would be three years old after the Chinese New Year, and Tao's father and Tao's mother started to give birth again in the past six months.

In the words of Tao's father, if a family has a big business, it must have a leading heir!

Lin Weimin and his wife had never considered this issue, but the old man was always much more conservative in his thinking in this regard, and even Han Dingbang would occasionally talk about this topic.

At this time, people's thinking has not changed that completely.

"Come here, daddy has to go to work."

Tao Huimin reached out to hug Xiaodoubao. Due to her mother's power, Xiaodoubao reluctantly left her father's arms.

I didn’t forget to turn around and tell my father earnestly, “Come back soon!”

Lin Weimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Tao Huimin angrily gave her a slap in the face.

The little girl was as skinny as a kid. She didn't cry, but was happy.

Driving to the Chinese Literature Society, early in the morning I could feel the atmosphere in the society being full of joy.

Every employee I met was beaming with joy. They laughed before they spoke. As soon as you entered the office building, you could hear the laughter coming from various editing rooms.

"For the people, come and say hello to some old leaders!"

Cheng Wuchun arrived earlier than Lin Weimin and stood at the door of the conference room to greet Lin Weimin.

As soon as Lin Weimin entered the door, he saw many elderly people in the community. The youngest ones were almost seventy. Some of them were not in good shape and were accompanied by juniors. There were also some who couldn't get out of bed. They didn't come at all today. .

Lin Weimin greeted these old comrades one by one, and the response to him was warm.

Many seniors could not be more satisfied with Lin Weimin, the current editor-in-chief.

Have the ability, courage, dare to think and do, and most importantly, know how to respect old comrades.

"Just ask the family to come. It's so cold, why do you guys come here in person?" Lin Weimin said to everyone with a smile.

"Idle time is idle. Everyone is happy to come here today." Tan Chaoyang said.

Today, in 1994, was a very ordinary day, but in the more than 40 years of the Chinese Literature Society’s history, it is a very special day.

After nearly eight months of construction, the Guowenshe Family Building has entered the final stage. Except for the construction of walls, outdoor pipe networks, roads and landscaping, all projects have been completed.

After research and decision by the Social Committee, the Chinese Literature Society’s family building will start raising funds tomorrow. The purpose of everyone’s coming today is to draw lots, which is called a lottery in the parlance of later generations.

The house has been built, but due to various factors such as floor, floor type, orientation, etc., some house types will inevitably be popular and some house types will be left out. In order to avoid this situation, drawing lots is the simplest and fairest way.

The company plans to divide all employees into three batches and apply for housing in sequence. This will naturally avoid everyone's rush for good floors, good apartment types, and good orientations.

However, the total amount of construction of the Chinese Literature Society’s family buildings this time exceeds demand.

There are a total of six seven-story multi-story residential buildings with a construction area of ​​more than 28,000 square meters.

Counting retired comrades, there are only 300 people in the Chinese Literature Society, plus less than 30 people in the Tongwen Society, which means there are more than 300 families with nearly 400 houses. The only thing worth worrying about is the abundance of wealth. I can't get a good house.

At nine o'clock in the morning, there was a lot of noise inside and outside the Chinese Literature Society conference room, surrounded by employees preparing to draw lots.

"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet." Cheng Wuchun stood at the door of the conference room. Seeing that it was time to draw lots, he cleared his throat and shouted loudly.

The originally noisy conference room and corridor suddenly became quiet, and the scene of two to three hundred people was completely silent. Lao Cheng's reputation in the Chinese Literature Society reached its peak at nine o'clock in the morning on November 5, 1994.

"Let me say a few words first. Lao Zhou is responsible for making the lots on the spot, and everyone can see it. Let's not do any fraud. The houses are all there, and the lots are drawn by yourself. Don't complain about the good or bad, and don't get it. Se.

After drawing lots today, you can go and see the situation of the family building when you have time. You will start to apply for funds tomorrow. Once you have chosen the house, you cannot change it. Everyone has the money ready. If the payment is paid in half a month, the house will be your. If the payment is overdue, there is no chance.

I remind everyone again to pay the house payment on time. We have been building the family building for more than half a year, so don't let it slip at this critical moment. "

After Cheng Wuchun finished explaining the situation loudly, the crowd burst into warm applause. This was of course not because of Lao Cheng's wonderful speech, but because everyone saw that Lao Zhou had prepared the drawing of lots.

Stop talking about it!

Cheng Wuchun stopped talking nonsense, "I just shouted, let's start drawing lots now. Those who are retired will go first, and those who are younger will go behind."

The crowd was immediately divided into clear orders based on age. Anyway, drawing lots depends on luck, and the one drawn first may not necessarily get a good lot.

Let the old comrades come first, it looks good!

The Chinese Society's lottery method is very simple, that is, cut each manuscript paper into 16 parts and write "1", "2" and "3" on it. The numbers correspond to each person's housing selection batch.

A piece of manuscript paper is divided into 16 parts. In terms of living, Lao Zhou is no worse than Lao Cheng.

A group of senior citizens were the first to choose, and their luck was mixed.

"1" "2" "3". Fortunately, there are not many people in the third batch, there are only two people. There is a high probability that these two people will not be able to choose a good floor. The choices of others should not be too bad.

Niu Han finished drawing the lots and was so excited that he glanced at Meng Weizai's lot beside him.

"Lao Meng, no, it's the third batch. By the time you go to choose a room, the day lilies will be cold!"

Meng Weizai was too depressed to pay attention to him, and gave Niu Han a slap on the back of his head.

Niu Han didn't take it seriously at all and went to harass others again.

"That old comrade!" Lin Weimin pointed at Niu Han, "What about you? Did you just say that you should catch the good and the bad, don't be arrogant, don't complain, do you still have some organization and discipline?"

There was a burst of laughter in the conference room and corridor.

On the one hand, it was because Niu Han was being punished, and on the other hand, it was too ironic to say this sentence from Lin Weimin's mouth.

You, Lin Weimin, have the nerve to say that others are unorganized and undisciplined?

Niu Han ignored Lin Weimin, and Niu stood aside coquettishly.

Then came the second batch, and as fewer and fewer people drew lots, the workers from the Chinese Literature Society disappeared in the corridor, but there were more workers from the People's Society.

These people are not new here, but have been here for a long time.

It's just that they were waiting outside for the Chinese Literature Society staff to draw lots and leave before they were exposed.

The last batch of Chinese Literature Society employees had drawn lots, and with the results, everyone walked back to the office while discussing the houses they were about to be assigned.

Only some employees of the People's Society witnessed the whole process of housing allocation and lot drawing at the Chinese Literature Society, and their eyes were red with envy.

We all work in the same building, so why are the differences between people so big?

The drawing of lots is officially over, and the next step is to choose a house and make payment.

It was early in the morning and the Chinese Literature Society was empty.

Although everyone has looked at the family building over and over again, they still have to look at it again before choosing a house.

This situation had long been expected in the company. None of the leaders said anything, and there were people like Lao Zhou who took the lead in running away.

He was caught in action by Lin Weimin, but he screamed confidently.

"I've been guarding the construction site for half a year. Why? Isn't it just for this time? Don't stop me. I have to go home to pick up my wife."

Lin Weimin couldn't help but let him go. For one day today, the Chinese Literature Society could no longer operate normally. Even the secretary had disappeared.

During lunch, the cafeteria was empty. It was even busier than this on New Year's Eve.

Lin Weimin said to Xiao Zhou: "Don't you want to see the house?"

"If I go, who will look after the house? I have seen the house so many times, I can draw the floor plan with my eyes closed, no need to look at it."

A somewhat honest smile appeared on Xiao Zhou's face.

"Okay, Xiao Zhou is aware!" Lin Weimin praised with a smile.

The two were chatting when Cheng Wuchun came to eat.

Lin Weimin said to him: "I have something to go out in the afternoon."

"Looking at a house?"

"Look what that thing does."

The lot Lin Weimin drew was the first batch, and there was nothing interesting to see either. "Let's go to Mr. Wan's place."

"Say hello to his old man for me!"

"good."

After lunch and a rest in the office, Lin Weimin drove to Muxidi.

It was Li Yuru who opened the door for Lin Weimin. When she saw Lin Weimin, she smiled and said, "Here comes Weimin!"

"Master's wife!" Lin Weimin called out.

After entering the door, I saw Mr. Wan sitting on the sofa, "Teacher, you didn't take a break at noon?"

"I lay down for a while and then got up when I couldn't fall asleep." Mr. Wan said.

In recent years, his health has gotten worse and he spends more than half a year in the hospital. Therefore, Lin Weimin comes in much less frequently than before.

My body has recovered well recently, and I just went home for a while.

"Why are you free to come here today?"

Today is a working day, and it is neither a holiday nor a holiday, so Mr. Wan asked this question.

"Xiao Zhong called me a few days ago and talked about the drama award." Lin Weimin said.

Mr. Wan looked unhappy, "What trouble are they going to make?"

"Xiao Zhong also means well. This time the Outstanding Screenplay Award will be named after you, which is also an affirmation of your dramatic achievements."

"It's definitely not too late to wait until I'm dead. I haven't left yet, and they're going to do this."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Everyone agrees, but you don't agree. It's useless!"

His tone was humorous, and Mr. Wan couldn't help but laugh.

It's really funny that he, the person involved, objected to using his own name to award awards but it was ineffective.

"I'm here to discuss it with you." Lin Weimin said.