1980 My literary era

Daotiaolian frowned immediately when he saw the little fat man, "Wang Shuo, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. Didn't you ask if anyone saw it? By coincidence, I happened to be watching." Wang Shuo looked at Dao Tiao's face with a joking expression.

Obviously the two knew each other. Not only did they know each other, they probably also had some personal grudges.

Daotiao'er stared at Wang Shuo with a cold face for a few seconds, and then he saw someone gathering in the distance.

"Sure, I'll give you this face today. Let's go!"

He waved his hand, and several people around him immediately followed him. Even the one who was lying on the ground quickly stood up.

Wang Shuo looked at the backs of this group of people, sneered, and cursed: "A bunch of thieves!"

Lin Weimin didn't expect that the imminent situation would be resolved so dramatically, but now he was more concerned about the little fat man in front of him.

Before he could speak, figures slid to a stop around Lin Weimin and the others and asked, "Master Shuo, what's the situation?"

Wang Shuo smiled a little proudly, "It's okay, it's all solved."

Several figures flew away again, and Wang Shuo turned to look at Lin Weimin and the others.

"Brother, thank you very much just now." Lin Weimin said.

"It's okay. I've seen those thieves get upset a long time ago. They've been stuck in the ice rink all day long, and they've ruined a good place!"

His speech full of sense of justice made Lin Weimin and others suddenly have a good impression of him.

Lin Weimin recognized this round-faced little fat man at a glance just now as Wang Shuo, who caused a craze in the literary world in the 1980s and 1990s. Lin Weimin's most impressive impression of him was in "The Threesome with Qiang Qiang". Poisonous, but the three views are still quite upright.

Secondly, there are those film and television works adapted from his novels, Feng Pants's movies, Jiang Wen's movies, and those TV series with a Beijing flavor.

Lin Weimin is not that aware of the impact of Wang Shuo's novels on the contemporary Chinese literary world, but when it comes to the impact of his novels on the Chinese film and television industry, Lin Weimin is very clear.

It is no exaggeration to say that he influenced an era.

"I still have to thank you for speaking out." Lin Weimin said enthusiastically. He glanced at the backs of those who came to express concern before turning away, "and your brothers."

Wang Shuo smiled brightly, "Okay, don't be polite, you can play."

After he was about to leave, Lin Weimin stopped him, "Don't worry. You have to let us express our gratitude no matter what. Let's have a meal together tonight."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Wang Shuo nodded and said, "That's it, I'll listen to you."

Several people exchanged their names, and Wang Shuo asked curiously: "Are you the Lin Weimin who wrote the novel?"

"it's me."

Wang Shuo's expression did not change and he nodded, "I know you."

The weather is short in winter, and it will get dark soon.

"Brother Wang, what do you want to eat tonight?" Lin Weimin asked.

"It's up to me." Wang Shuo said casually.

Lin Weimin asked several people for their opinions, "How about Donglaishun? It's cold, let's eat some hotpot mutton."

Qu Xiaowei smiled and said, "This is a good idea."

Liu Haiyan and Ji Xiaofeng also nodded in agreement, and the group rode bicycles to Donglaishun.

The weather here in Donglaishun is going to get colder, and the business is guaranteed to be booming. Lin Weimin and others arrived at the place and waited for a table for half an hour, and finally got their meal.

Through chatting, Lin Weimin learned that Wang Shuo was now working as a salesperson at the drug wholesale store of Yanjing Pharmaceutical Company, and the products he sold most were sugar saline and glucose.

Wang Shuo was very dissatisfied with this job in his words, and cursed under the influence of wine: "You can't sell things that deceive the people in one day!"

Now Wang Shuo is a bit of an angry young man. Lin Weimin has seen a lot of his interviews and knows that he is a smooth ass. The reason why such a hypocritical person can befriend Wang Shuo is because he understands Wang Shuo's character.

Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "Are you still writing novels?"

Wang Shuo drank and said with a blush, "Write it, why don't you write it? It's just a dream after all!"

He tried to look Lin Weimin squarely in the face, "I didn't expect that I would meet a writer like you while interfering in other people's business today. But let me tell you, your writing is too average."

The expressions of the other people around him were a bit subtle. I thought to myself that this person was too incompetent to speak. How could he say that in front of others?

Lin Weimin's face was calm and calm, "Oh, then there is no merit?"

"Yes! Why not?" Wang Shuo's tongue is a bit loud, "The first advantage of your writing is that it is fluent. I don't feel that your writing is like it is written directly, but it is output directly from the brain. It’s very comfortable to look at. The second advantage is that the style is versatile, and it looks like whatever you write.”

Lin Weimin laughed, "It seems I'm not hopeless yet."

Wang Shuo was getting more and more drunk. He waved his hands and said, "Well, you are much better than those people in the literary world today. What kind of old stories are you writing? If you ask me, I should burn what they wrote. , and you still have the nerve to show it!"

Lin Weimin has seen the angry youth of these days.

In the past, when he was at the Literary Institute, everyone would criticize many current issues, but this was the first time he encountered Wang Shuo's straightforward style.

This is probably because people are like their writing.

Others don't know, but at least Lin Weimin appreciates his style.

If not for anything else, at least it makes people happy!

Wang Shuo's drinking capacity was not good. He was already drunk before he even drank half a kilogram of wine. It seemed that he still hadn't developed his drinking capacity.

Lin Weimin paid the bill and walked out with everyone. Qu Xiaowei wanted to send Liu Haiyan to the guest house, but Lin Weimin said he had to send it back to Wang Shuo.

Qu Xiaowei pulled Lin Weimin and said, "You want me to tell you what you want to order? You don't know anything!"

Lin Weimin retorted: "What do you mean I don't know anything? Then you come and see him off, and I'll see Ji Xiaofeng back."

Qu Xiaowei stopped talking. He couldn't do that thing of favoring friends over sex.

"Virtue! You still behave when you get the advantage." Lin Weimin cursed, then put Wang Shuo on the back seat of the bicycle and left.

Qu Xiaowei showed an apologetic smile to Ji Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, let's go together."

Ji Xiaofeng said wisely: "No, I'll go back by myself."

"That's so bad..." Qu Xiaowei retreated under Ji Xiaofeng's eyes and pulled Liu Haiyan away.

He came to Ji Xiaofeng today not only to ask her to help accompany Liu Haiyan, but also to help Lin Weimin get married.

It's a pity that Lin Weimin may not have grown up yet, and he doesn't seem to have that kind of idea in his mind.

Qu Xiaowei could only shake his head secretly.

Qu Xiaowei was sighing with emotion when his bicycle ran over a stone. Liu Haiyan, who was sitting in the back seat of him, screamed in fright and hugged his waist tightly with both hands.

Inexplicably, he thought of Lin Weimin again.

This man cannot live up to his expectations and no one can help him.