1980 My literary era

The next day.

Wang Shuo woke up from a strange room. There was no one else in the room except him.

He glanced at his watch. It was already past nine in the morning.

He rubbed his forehead, remembering that he seemed to have drunk too much yesterday.

Drinking makes things worse!

He stood up and checked the surrounding environment. This should be a dormitory. He remembered Lin Weimin and other people he met yesterday. They probably brought him here.

The desk next to the wall was in a mess. It was obviously used by its owner frequently. Lin Weimin's appearance immediately popped into Wang Shuo's mind.

Wang Shuo walked out of the dormitory, and occasionally someone walked by in the corridor. Wang Shuo asked and found out that this was the back building of the Chinese Literature Society.

Wang Shuo did not expect that he would come to the Chinese Literature Society by mistake. He grew up in a military compound and served as a soldier in 1977. During his time in the military, he showed his special talents in literature and art. He began literary creation in 1978, and his debut short story "Waiting" was published in "PLA Literature and Art".

"PLA Literature and Art" took a fancy to Wang Shuo's talent and transferred him to the editorial department as an editor. In 1980, Wang Shuo retired from the army and returned to Yanjing to work as a salesman in the drug wholesale store of Yanjing Pharmaceutical Company. The literary dream in his heart has never been wiped out. Places like the Chinese Literature Society are full of sacredness to him.

He asked and found Lin Weimin who was working.

"Hey! Are you awake? I'm not telling you, your ability to drink is pretty bad, and you're quite timid." Lin Weimin said jokingly when he saw Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo blushed a little. He was so arrogant when he was drinking yesterday, but he fell down before finishing the meal. He vaguely remembered that he said a lot of unpleasant things to Lin Weimin after drinking too much.

"Hehe!" Wang Shuo smiled awkwardly, "Drink too much!"

"There's porridge left in the pot for you, have you eaten it?"

Wang Shuo didn't notice it at all when he got up. He shook his head.

"You drank so much last night, you need to eat something in the morning."

Lin Weimin led Wang Shuo back to the dormitory on the third floor, let him eat, and asked, "Are you delayed at work?"

"It's okay. It doesn't matter whether you're in my class or not."

He has no sense of belonging or achievement in his current job. He only thinks about two things, one is making money and the other is writing.

While Wang Shuo was talking, he saw "The Cliff" on the table, a single volume that Lin Weimin had just published by the Chinese Literature Society.

He picked up the book and said, "You are very efficient. I remember that I only saw this novel on the album of "Contemporary" in November. It only took a few days for it to be published."

"Isn't it convenient to have the Chinese Literature Society!"

Wang Shuo was flipping through the novel, and suddenly thought of his shameless talk yesterday after drinking. He glanced at Lin Weimin with a guilty conscience, and couldn't help but regret his recklessness.

"If you like it, just take it and read it." Lin Weimin said.

Wang Shuo pretended to be very interested and added inexplicably, "You wrote a good novel."

"Really?" Lin Weimin had a faint smile on his face, which made Wang Shuo couldn't help but laugh out of embarrassment.

The two looked at each other and smiled, showing a perfect understanding.

"By the way, have you forgotten what you promised me yesterday?"

Wang Shuo was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"Contribute to "Contemporary"!"

Wang Shuo vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said this yesterday.

"Hey, I was just drinking too much and was acting like a fool. Your requirements for "Contemporary" are so high, but my level can't be reached."

"Don't be so unsure of yourself. Everything is written by people, and I think highly of you."

Lin Weimin patted his shoulder with a look of determination that confused Wang Shuo.

Even I, the client, have no confidence. Where did your blind confidence come from?

After thinking for a long time, Wang Shuo could only attribute Lin Weimin's attitude to heroes cherishing heroes. He thought that since he had made such big talk yesterday, it would be too much to be looked down upon if he was cowardly now.

"Okay. I promise you, you will be the first to get anything I write in the future to "Contemporary" unless you don't want it."

"Hey, that's right!" Lin Weimin smiled happily.

Another rising star has arrived!

Zhijiang, Haiyan County.

The postman wearing green overalls rides a bicycle through the streets and alleys of Haiyan County, and the crisp sound of bicycle bells echoes through the streets and alleys.

"Crack!"

When passing by a small courtyard, the postman didn't even stop for a moment and threw a piece of mail in along the fence.

A few seconds later, a voice came from the courtyard.

"Son, it seems that the manuscript has been returned again."

Yu Hua came to the wall and picked up the returned manuscript. He didn't show any discouragement on his face. "It's okay. I'll send it to another place."

Yu Hua's father didn't say anything. He knew his son's routine very well.

Don't worry about how the manuscript is. As soon as it comes up, send it directly to "People's Literature" and "Harvest". When it comes back, lower your requirements and change it to magazines such as "Contemporary", "October", and "Zhongshan", and then return it. Just go to "Yenjing Literature", "Shanghai Literature"...

The old father wanted to say something to his son.

Damn it, this is how people's bottom line is retreated step by step.

But looking at his son's indifferent expression, he hesitated to speak.

His son knew very well that this boy had been naughty since he was a child, so how could he do what he said.

Yu Hua took the manuscript into the room. He thought that this time it would be the same as before, and the editor said the manuscript was worthless before returning it.

But after he opened the rejection letter, he realized that the situation seemed a little different this time.

Two minutes later, Yu Hua shouted with a happy face: "Dad! Dad! Where is the "Contemporary" I bought before?"

"Which one?" There were so many magazines bought at home, and Father Yu didn't understand which magazine his son was looking for.

Yu Hua couldn't wait to find it by himself, and after rummaging through the house for a long time, he finally found the magazine he wanted.

He couldn't wait to open the book "Contemporary", quickly searched for the name on it, and finally found the name on one of the pages.

"What's wrong?" Father Yu approached and asked.

Yu Hua raised his head and looked at his father, his face full of happiness after all the hardships, "Dad, your son and I are going to be prosperous!"

Father Yu was overjoyed, "Has the novel been published?"

His father's words instantly brought Yu Hua back to his original state, "That's not true."

"Then you are so excited!" My father was overjoyed and cursed.

Yu Hua raised the letter in his hand and said, "The editor wrote to me. I said I have talent and asked me to write well in the future and then submit it to them."

"Oh?" Yu's father's expression was a little surprised. His son had experienced so many rejections, and this rejection letter was indeed different.

"Isn't this editor just being polite to you?"

Yu Hua waved his hands, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He opened the book "Contemporary" again, "Dad, look at it! The person who wrote to me was Lin Weimin, the writer who wrote "The Cliff". He is now the editor of "Contemporary"."

Father Yu checked it carefully and found that it was true.

He couldn't help but feel very relieved that such a high-level writer could be favored. It seemed that his son really had some talent in literature!