1980 My literary era

There was an old couple at the entrance of the Chinese Literature Society. They had been staying at the entrance of the hospital since they didn't go to work in the morning, and they didn't leave until after get off work. It has been like this for the past few days, and it has almost become a scene in the Chinese Literature Society.

In the past two days, everyone in the Chinese Literature Society has been discussing this matter. It is said that the couple came to Editor Lin because their son was expelled from Shuimu.

Not long ago, students at Shuimu University openly burned the editor-in-chief's novel. Everyone had heard about it. Two students were expelled because of the trouble. Everyone in the club applauded when they heard the news.

Burning things that are in the world is a very unlucky thing in the Chinese concept.

What's more, the Chinese Literature Society is a publishing house, and most editors cherish books very much. They hate burning books, and this will give them a very bad association.

Besides, the students of Shuimu University have nothing to do with the Chinese Literature Society, but Lin Weimin is a member of the Chinese Literature Society. When everyone heard the news, they naturally felt relieved.

But recently, Lin Xiangrong and his wife have been standing at the door of the Chinese Literature Society every day, no matter the weather, which has also made some people in the Chinese Literature Society feel unbearable.

When a son makes a mistake, it is his fault, but the parents suffer accordingly.

Poor parents in the world!

"Then the couple haven't left yet?"

Lin Weimin was lowering his head to approve documents. Xiao Zhou stood in front of his desk, "I haven't left yet. I have tried to persuade him so many times."

Speaking of this, Xiao Zhou hesitated, "Chief Editor, it's actually not easy for the couple. It took a lot of effort for the family to have a young child, but they were fired just like that..."

Lin Weimin raised his head, but Xiao Zhou didn't say any more.

"What's wrong? You want to be a hero!"

Xiao Zhou pursed his lips, "No, I'm just... just pitiful."

"There are many poor people in the world." Lin Weimin said calmly. He put down the documents and said, "God will help those who help themselves!"

There was a bit of disappointment in Xiao Zhou's eyes. In his impression, the editor-in-chief was a good person and always had a human touch, but this time he was hard-hearted. The kid made a mistake, but his parents were innocent!

He walked out of Lin Weimin's office with a complicated mood. Xiao Hu from next door happened to come out and asked, "What's the matter? Are you here to report Uncle Lin's situation to the editor-in-chief again?"

Xiao Zhou nodded, and Xiao Hu looked at his expression and warned: "Don't be confused between the inside and the outside. That kid treats the editor-in-chief as an enemy. His parents came to admit his mistake and wanted the editor-in-chief to tell them. Love? How can such a good thing happen? Besides, it is Shuimu University, and the leaders in the department are not very good at talking."

"I just think Uncle Lin and his wife are quite pitiful."

Xiao Hu sneered: "Poor? Who is not pitiful? I got into trouble, who is to blame?"

He said and patted Xiao Zhou on the shoulder, "I advise you, don't touch the editor-in-chief's brow. He is a round person on the outside and square on the inside. He is very principled."

Xiao Zhou nodded and walked downstairs.

He looked at the old couple at the door. The weather in September was not like the scorching heat in July and August, but the afternoon sun was even brighter. The couple just stood at the door, their skin tanned by the sun. Red and sweating profusely, only when I couldn't hold on any longer would I sit in the shadow for a while.

Xiao Zhou understood that they wanted to use this approach that was close to self-mutilation to win the sympathy of Chief Editor Lin.

What a pity, the editor-in-chief seems to be really angry this time.

He couldn't help but think of Xiao Hu's words. That boy regarded the editor-in-chief as a enemy. His parents came to admit his mistake and wanted the editor-in-chief to intercede for them?

He couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment and disdain for Uncle Lin's incompetent son. He was a wimp, but his parents had to suffer for what he had caused.

The editor-in-chief is right, God will help those who help themselves, but those who give up on themselves...

When Xiao Zhou thought of this, the thoughts in his mind suddenly stopped. What did the editor-in-chief mean by this?

He was thinking rapidly in his mind, and suddenly felt that there was something in the editor-in-chief's last words.

He sat in the room, struggling in his mind for a long time, and his eyes finally settled on the figures of Uncle Lin and his wife exposed in the scorching sun.

No matter what the editor-in-chief means, it’s a big deal that a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

Xiao Zhou decided to tell Uncle Lin that they must bring his son over to apologize to the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief said that God will help those who help themselves. If he does not help himself, how will others help him?

After thinking about this, Xiao Zhou felt happy and walked briskly towards the door.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he saw a young man appearing next to Uncle Lin and his wife.

Uncle Lin was still a little weak at first, but when he saw the young man, his movements became a little more agile. He stepped forward and slapped the young man on the face. Xiao Zhou's face twitched, and the thought of being taught by his father came to his mind. daily life.

After the slap, Uncle Lin pointed at the young man and yelled.

You don't need to ask to know that this must be Uncle Lin's son who was admitted to Shuimu but failed to achieve anything.

Uncle Lin lectured his son. Xiao Zhou was embarrassed to step forward and took his steps back, but his eyes were always focused on the door.

Looking at Uncle Lin these days, I always feel pitiful. Today, I saw his majestic side. He showed no mercy when teaching his son. He even slapped and scolded him several times, just scratching his ears. It was really enjoyable to watch.

You are stupid and stubborn and deserve to be beaten!

At the end, Xiao Zhou found that Uncle Lin's son was beaten to tears, and he felt even more contemptuous.

This coward is nothing. How capable do I think I am that I dare to burn books?

No, I dare to burn a book!

After watching the fun, Xiao Zhou felt that he still had to tell Uncle Lin about his conjecture. No matter whether it came true or not, it was better than waiting here every day.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhou walked outside again.

"Uncle Lin!"

Xiao Zhou came to Lin Xiangrong's side and was about to speak when he saw Lin Xiangrong's son suddenly stood up. Xiao Zhou's muscles tightened subconsciously. Although he could beat ten of these little paicai, he could not underestimate the enemy. Rabbit, also use all your strength.

"Comrade, are you from the Chinese Literature Society?" Lin Zhi asked Xiao Zhou, with a few palm prints and tears on his face, looking miserable.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Zhou's tone was a little stiff.

Lin Zhifa did not speak, but took out a letter and a stack of stationery from his bag.

"I know that Teacher Lin definitely doesn't want to see me. Please give this thing to him. Just say that I sincerely apologize to him. I made a mistake in burning the book."

Xiao Zhou turned over the things in his hands. The letter must be an apology letter. He raised a pile of letter paper and asked, "What is this?"

"I burned Teacher Lin's novels and hand-copied them for him in the past few days." Lin Zhifa said.

Xiao Zhou accidentally copied the book? Is this apology a bit perfunctory?

He then thought about the fact that he registered in the mail room every day, with at most 1,800 words, which already made him miserable.

Such a stack of letter paper should cost at least three to four hundred thousand words, right?

After so many days of work, I was able to finish copying the novel, which is a little bit of sincerity!

"Comrade Zhou, what's the matter with you?" Uncle Lin on the side asked at this time.

After receiving Lin Zhifa's apology letter and the handwritten copy of "God Bless the United States", Xiao Zhou thought about it and felt that there was no need to remind him anymore.

He smiled and said: "Nothing, I just want to ask if you are thirsty. If you are thirsty, go in and drink some water."

Uncle Lin waved his hand quickly, "If you're not thirsty, we can just stand here."

Xiao Zhou looked at Uncle Lin's chapped lips, shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

Returning to the building, Xiao Zhou went upstairs and knocked on the door of Lin Weimin's office.

"Editor-in-Chief, Uncle Lin's son is here, he beat him hard, and he even gave him this."

Xiao Zhou put the things on Lin Weimin's table. Lin Weimin looked at the things and said nothing. Xiao Zhou explained: "This is the apology letter and your novel he copied."

Lin Weimin shook his head and said, "He gave this to the wrong person."

Xiao Zhou was puzzled, "Isn't it right for him to apologize to you?"

"What are you apologizing to? Does this matter have anything to do with me?"

Lin Weimin's rhetorical question made Xiao Zhou unable to react. Does this matter... have nothing to do with the editor-in-chief?

Lin Weimin didn't give him a chance to react and said, "Send the things back to him."

Xiao Zhou was disappointed again when he heard this. It turned out that the editor-in-chief didn’t mean what he said just now!

He finally managed to be clever, but with this result, Xiao Zhou was a little depressed.

He picked up the things and turned around to leave, but was stopped by Lin Weimin, and hope ignited in Xiao Zhou's eyes again.

"Tell them that if they have this time, it is better to let their son repeat the studies early."

Xiao Zhou was completely disappointed.

He came to the gate of the courtyard and handed the things back to Lin Zhifa.

Lin Zhifa's expression was full of astonishment, "Teacher Lin won't forgive me?"

"It's not that I refuse to forgive you. The editor-in-chief said that this matter has nothing to do with him. You sent this to the wrong person."

Lin Zhifa suddenly felt extremely aggrieved when he heard this. He lowered his proud head and couldn't even get a chance to apologize.

This is not fair!

After Xiao Zhou finished speaking, regardless of his reaction, he turned to Uncle Lin and said, "Uncle Lin, the editor-in-chief, asked me to bring you a message."

Uncle Lin seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, "What did Writer Lin say?"

"He said, if you have the time now, why not arrange for your son to repeat his studies as soon as possible. He can get into Shuimu University, and it is not difficult to get into a good university, so why waste time here?"

The last sentence was added by Xiao Zhou himself.

When Xiao Zhou walked from the building to the courtyard door just now, he kept thinking about what Lin Weimin said.

He seemed to slowly understand the editor-in-chief's attitude on this matter.

As a student of Shuimu, Lin Zhifa burned books in school to cause trouble. Although he was burning the books of the editor-in-chief, it was impossible for the editor-in-chief to really argue with him because of his status.

This kid was expelled from school. That was the price he paid for what he had done. It had nothing to do with the editor-in-chief.

Uncle Lin begged the editor-in-chief for his son, and the editor-in-chief was really helpful. Wouldn’t that be repaying kindness with kindness?

In the final analysis, his son's mistake was not caused by the editor-in-chief. Whether he apologized or begged, it was not his turn.

Xiao Zhou also understood the meaning of the editor-in-chief's phrase "God will help those who help themselves." Let’s see if we can get a repeat course for my son.

Since Lin Zhifa can be admitted to Shuimu University, he can definitely be admitted to other schools. Why should he go all the way here and not look back until he hits the wall?

In fact, the editor-in-chief still pointed out a way for them.

"Re-study?" Uncle Lin was stunned for a moment when he heard this option, and asked Xiao Zhou: "Is it possible to re-study?"

"Why not? Your son can even pass the Mizuki examination. There should be no reason for the school to reject him. If it really can't be done, find someone to beg for help. I don't think it's a big problem. If everything goes well, he will be a college student again next year."

Uncle Lin imagined the picture that Xiao Zhou had painted for him. Now that Shuimu couldn't go to school, repeating his studies seemed to be a good choice. At least he could still go to college.

Lin Zhifa listened to the conversation between his father and Xiao Zhou, but had mixed feelings in his heart.

He is a dignified Shuimu student. Repeating his studies? Then wouldn't his three years of college be in vain?

For someone who has already succeeded once, failure is even more unacceptable.

"I understand. Comrade Zhou, thank you for showing us the way."

Now that Lin Weimin was not going to help them, the suggestion given by Xiao Zhou was their best choice. Lin Xiangrong discussed it with his wife and immediately made a decision.

Xiao Zhou smiled and said, "Uncle Lin, I'm not giving you directions, it's the editor-in-chief who said this."

"Yes, yes, thank you Writer Lin!" Lin Xiangrong bowed fiercely in the direction of the office building.

"It would be good to repeat one year and then go to college. It's better than now." He stood up and said softly, as if he was trying to convince himself and his family.

Lin Xiangrong pressed his son's head hard again and made him bow several times to Xiao Zhou and the office building. Then he said to Xiao Zhou, "Thank you for your advice. Old man, I won't cause you any trouble here."

After he finished speaking, he gave Lin Zhifa a hard kick on the butt, "Why are you still here if you don't leave? What a shame!"

Lin Zhifa was about to cry but had no tears. It would be so embarrassing to go back and re-read it!

But due to his father's power, he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only leave dejectedly.

Lin Xiangrong said hello to Xiao Zhou and left, with his wife following him closely.

Xiao Zhou looked at the family's retreating figures, and suddenly some enlightenment arose in his heart.

In fact, the editor-in-chief should have anticipated today's situation early on. He had left Uncle Lin's family alone for such a long time just to stop them from thinking about it. In this way, re-reading became their best choice.

The editor-in-chief said he would not help, but in the end he still showed the family a way.

Xiao Zhou sighed, thinking about the editor-in-chief's good intentions and Uncle Lin's figure exposed in the scorching sun. He hoped that Lin Zhifa would change his mind and work hard after he went out.

Burn a book and burn away four years of youth. What's the point?