1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 111 A Teacher Doesn’t Have to Be Better Than a Disciple

After Lin Weimin left, the discussion in the Renyi conference room ended without a problem, and the seniors left the conference room with a sigh.

Only then frowned and sat there alone.

Lin Weimin is Mr. Wan's disciple, and he wrote the script for Yiyi because of Mr. Wan's face. Now that the trouble has come to this point, he feels extremely headache.

After much deliberation, he might have to ask Mr. Wan to take charge of this matter.

"For the people! For the people!"

So he found Lin Weimin who was about to leave by bicycle at the gate of Renyi, and hurriedly called him to stop.

"Teacher Yu, do you have anything else to do?"

"Are you free? Let's talk to Mr. Wan."

Lin Weimin knew, so Zhizhi must still be unable to let go of the "Farewell My Concubine" matter. He instinctively didn't want to go to Mr. Wan's house. Going would be tantamount to causing trouble for the old man.

But due to the face of Yu Zhizhi, he had to go.

"it is good."

The two came to Mr. Wan's house together, so they said: "Mr. Jiabao, please stop disturbing me!"

"Hehe, come sit down, it happens to be fine at night."

Lin Weimin and Shizhi took their seats, exchanged a few pleasantries and explained the purpose of their visit.

Mr. Wan pondered for a long time.

Seeing his expression, So Zhi explained: "Mr. Jiabao, the colleagues in the courtyard are not embarrassing for the people. From the perspective of us art creators, the script for the people is very good and has great It has high artistic value. However, dramas have to be performed in public after all, and some people think that we should take into account the information disseminated and the perception of the audience.”

Mr. Wan nodded slightly, "The opinions of the comrades in the courtyard are reasonable. I didn't think carefully before. But as Weimin said, if it is changed, the essence of this book will be lost."

"Ah!" So Zhi sighed deeply, "The embarrassment is here!"

Mr. Wan asked: "For the people, tell me what you think."

Lin Weimin had a headache. What ideas could he have? The script was written for Yiyi. They kept it if they wanted it, and took it away if they didn’t want it.

It is impossible to change it, and once it is changed, it will change beyond recognition.

He saw the melancholy on Yu's face, and the teacher was also thinking.

He didn't want to embarrass Mr. Wan too much, so he had an idea in his heart and said, "Teacher, Teacher Yu, the comrades in the courtyard are worried about the evaluation and influence of this play from the outside world, so can we make a prediction in advance?"

"What do you mean?" Mr. Wan asked.

Lin Weimin said: "When "Farewell My Concubine" was going to be published in "People's Literature", we also encountered today's problems. But in the end, after discussions in our agency, we finally decided to publish it. The samples of this issue of "People's Literature" are all came out, I was thinking, how about we use "People's Literature" to do a reader survey?"

So Zhidao: "You mean to use readers' comments on the novel of "Farewell My Concubine" to decide whether to change the script of "Farewell My Concubine"?"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "I still say the same thing, either don't go up, or don't change a word. I mean to use the form of evaluation to decide whether Farewell My Concubine can be on the stage of Renyi."

"Then what is the evaluation method?" So he asked.

"It's very simple. Readers will rate it on a 10-point system, with 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest. School students get 60 points for passing the exam, and 85 points for being excellent. Everyone agrees that the script is excellent, so let's raise this standard." to 90 points.

If the reader score of "Farewell My Concubine" can reach more than 9 points, then Renyi will be in this play.Conversely, if it doesn't reach 9 points, then it's considered that I haven't written the script. "

After hearing what Lin Weimin said, So Zhi and Mr. Wan were silent for a moment.

"For the sake of the people, you are digging a hole for yourself!" So Zhi sighed.

Lin Weimin smiled, "It's not like digging a hole for yourself. The quality of the script is an objective fact, and everyone admits it. Now everyone is worried about the audience and readers, so we will let everyone set this standard and let the public give us Judge, I have faith in what I write."

So he asked: "Mr. Jiabao, what do you think?"

Mr. Wan looked at Lin Weimin with dim eyes, hesitated for a while before saying: "Then do as Weimin wants."

"Okay, then I will contact the Guowen Society tomorrow." So Zhi said.

Mr. Wan waved his hand, "Let me tell Comrade Wen Jing."

Lin Weimin reminded: "Teacher, the next issue of "People's Literature" will be published soon."

Mr. Wan stood up, "Call now."

At the level of Mr. Wan and Yan Wenjing, there are telephones installed at home. Mr. Wan's home telephone is in the study. He went in to make a call, while Lin Weimin and Yu Zhizhi waited in the living room.

A few minutes later, Mr. Wan came out of his study, "I have already communicated with Comrade Wen Jing. The release of this issue of "People's Literature" has been postponed by one day, and the matter of this reader's investigation has been completed. I suggest that not only the issue of "Farewell My Concubine" A work, the work of this issue can participate in this survey. If the response is good, this habit can be preserved!"

So Zhi said: "Mr. Jiabao is still thoughtful."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "This is a good thing for our society. With readers' judgments, even if someone criticizes, we can use Premier Zhou's words to educate him: the people like it."

Mr. Wan and Yu Zhi showed smiles on their faces, and Mr. Wan said, "Thanks to your good idea."

"Hey, I'm also being pushed into a hurry."

With Lin Weimin's idea, the debate on "Farewell My Concubine" can be temporarily put aside, and the rest is left to the readers to judge.

Lin Weimin and So Zhi got up to say goodbye and left Muxidi.

After the two left, Mr. Wan sat on the sofa for a long time.

Until Li Yuru came over and called him, "What are you thinking?"

Mr. Wan shook his head lightly, "I'm old! I'm old!"

In fact, he is very clear about the purpose of bringing Lin Weimin here today.

Don't think that Yu Zhizhi is now the first deputy dean of the hospital, but in terms of seniority, it is unlikely that he can beat the old comrades in the hospital.

After all, what is being discussed now is not administrative affairs, but artistic creation, so it is inappropriate to suppress everyone's objections as the dean.

The only person who can open this mouth is himself.

A look of suffering flashed across Mr. Wan's eyes. It's true that the older you are, the less courageous you are.

The ups and downs of these years have obliterated the courage and determination of those years.

Lin Weimin's young face flashed in his mind.

Weimin proposed such an idea purely because he didn't want to embarrass me.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wan felt even more uncomfortable.

Li Yuru is Mr. Wan's bedside person, and he understands his psychology very well, and comforted him: "A disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher does not have to be better than a disciple."

Mr. Wan felt a little relieved when he heard his wife's words, and at the same time he was a little proud.

This is my disciple of Wan Jiabao, not only talented, strong, but also responsible!
A somewhat relieved smile appeared on his face, "That's right. I should be happy to have such a student."

(End of this chapter)