1980 My literary era

The tea party at the beginning of the school year was an original idea. It was proposed by Xu Gang, the director, and he also invited the leaders of the Cultural Association.

Comrade Li Ji, who was in charge of the work, was originally invited to come, but unfortunately, Comrade Li Ji passed away unexpectedly in early this month. The cause of death was a sudden heart attack after accidentally drinking the medicinal wine his son used to treat arthritis.

It was Comrade Li Ji who first reported to the Ministry of Rites to apply for the restoration of the Institute of Literature. At that time, the Ministry of Rites approved the resumption of the Institute of Literature.

Then Li Ji gave Xu Gang a general direction - "While preparing, hold classes at the same time. First, hold a short-term training class on novel writing."

This novel writing short-term training course is the fifth phase of the Institute of Literature where Lin Weimin and others studied.

It should be said that without Comrade Li Ji, there would not be this precious opportunity for further study for thirty-four students including Lin Weimin, and the Chinese literary world might not have the outstanding writers among this group of students.

This information has been heard by the students from the leaders and teachers in the institute in the past two days. Everyone is grateful for this senior's deeds.

It's a pity that fate is a pity.

Therefore, the first item of the tea party at the beginning of the school year is to mourn Comrade Li Ji.

After a short silence, the tea party was hosted by Xu Gang.

There were no clichéd procedures. Leaders and lecturers such as Chen Huangmei, Sha Ting, and Feng Mu took their seats directly.

Comrade Li Ji passed away suddenly, and Chen Huangmei was responsible for presiding over the work of the Literary Association. He looked around the environment of the auditorium and said, "The conditions are a bit rough. It seems that our support for the Institute of Literature is not enough!"

Sha Ting chuckled and recited: "The road to Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning."

Everyone knows that the Institute of Literature has been out of business for 23 years. Restoring the institution is even more difficult than establishing it. It is extremely difficult to resume operations in a short period of time.

The old comrades chatted for a while, grabbed a few biscuits and ate them. As the director of the Institute of Literature, Xu Gang began to give a brief report, and everyone listened while eating.

Xu Gang's speech was brief, but it brought tears of bitterness no matter how you listened to it. At the end, he invited Chen Huangmei to come to the stage to briefly say a few words.

The old comrade didn't show any politeness, he just said a few words when he came up.

"It is not easy for the Institute of Literature to resume operations, and it is even more difficult for comrades. The students are very good, and I hope it can get better and better!"

There was no sloppiness at all, and he left the stage after speaking, which shocked all the students in the audience.

After Chen Huangmei stepped down, he happily said to Xu Gang: "Today's tea party is the home field of your Institute of Literary Studies. You should show your best."

There were no special procedures or programs for the tea party. After the leaders had finished speaking, Xu Gang began to give instructions for teachers and students to speak.

When teacher Tang Yuqiu took the stage to speak as a representative, Lin Weimin took the thermos bottle from her hand.

At today's tea party, all the cadres and teachers of the institute served as receptionists and waiters.

The conditions of the Wenyan Institute were simple, there was not even a teapot, and the low-grade tea they bought was poured directly into thermos bottles.

This stuff has a bad taste to begin with, it smells like tobacco leaves, but when you put it in a thermos bottle, the taste becomes even worse.

Lin Weimin served as a guest waiter and went to the front table to refill the glasses for the leaders and teachers, and did not leave even after the glasses were refilled.

Squatting down and taking out a book, he said with a pure face, "Hello, Teacher Wan, I really like your works. Can you please sign your name for me?"

The kind-hearted old man picked up the brand new play version of "Thunderstorm", which was published by Sichuan People's Publishing House last year.

Lin Weimin glanced at the old comrade guiltily. He knew about Wan Jiabao, and he also knew about "Thunderstorm". Unfortunately, he had never read the book or the play, and he was afraid that the old comrade might ask a question on a whim.

Fortunately, the old comrade was a very nice person. He picked up a pen and wrote on it: "May your literary thoughts flow freely. Wan Jiabao, at the Institute of Literature on March 31, 1980."

That’s it.

I got Wan Jiabao's signed version of "Thunderstorm", and it will definitely be no problem to take it out for a few meals and drinks.

"Teacher, pen."

Lin Weimin pointed to the pen in Wan Jiabao's hand. The old comrade returned the pen to him with a smile, and then watched Lin Weimin walk towards another teacher.

"Hello, Teacher Wang Meng. I really like your work. Can you please sign it for me?"

Comrade Wan Jiabao, who had just signed his name, didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The young man who was so handsome just now suddenly looked a little disgusting.

Wang Meng looked at the brand-new "Long Live Youth" which was just published by People's Literature Publishing House last year in his hand, and his feelings were similar to Wan Jiabao's.

However, Lin Weimin, a boy who was called sweet by every teacher, had seniority there, so it was not a good idea not to sign. Wang Meng signed his name with his own hand.

After getting several more meals, Lin Weimin was secretly happy.

Just as he was about to run to Satine with "The Gold Rush", a figure blocked him.

At this time, Lin Weimin was half-crouched because he came here by offering tea. When someone blocked him, he wanted to change directions, but he didn't expect to be blocked again.

"Hey……"

Lin Weimin raised his head and was just about to say something like a good dog, stay out of the way, when he saw the director Xu Gang with a pulled face.

He shrank his head and said, "The director is good!"

"You kid..."

Xu Gang had a stern tone and wanted to get angry, but when he saw so many seniors, leaders, and colleagues present, he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

"Go back to your seat quickly!"

"I'll pour a cup of tea for the teachers." Lin Weimin defended weakly.

"There are so many teachers, do you need them?"

Xu Gang suppressed the three zombie gods who were furious and said through gritted teeth.

The county magistrate is not as good as taking charge now. Xu Gang is the boss of the Literary Research Institute. Lin Weimin did not dare to complain anymore. He stuffed the thermos bottle into Xu Gang's hand and returned to his seat.

Xu Gang looked at the thermos bottle in his hand and couldn't laugh or cry, and looked at Wan Jiabao, Wang Meng and others.

"What a joke!"

Several old comrades smiled and shook their heads, and Wang Meng said: "This kid of yours is an interesting person."

Xu Gang smiled bitterly and glanced at Lin Weimin's back.

interesting?

The thorns are pretty much the same.

The personnel relationship of the Literary Research Institute is simple. All students are recommended by major literary magazines and publications, and their personal circumstances and creative experiences are also clearly known to Xu Gang, the director.

Lin Weimin, a boy with little creative experience and a rather miserable life experience, thought he was a pitiful person.

But when we really got to know each other, it was so pitiful.

There is a saying that poor people must be hateful, although it is not suitable to use it this way. But Xu Gang felt that it was just right for this kid.

Maybe Xu Gang himself didn't notice that except for checking Lin Weimin's files and works, he only really knew Lin Weimin on the second day. The fact that this kid could leave such a deep impression on him must be said to be a kind of ability.

Lin Weimin returned to his table, feeling a little regretful because he still had five or six unsigned books in his hand.

Fortunately, he rubbed the two signed books in his hands, at least he didn't lose money.