1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 113 Yu Hua Enlightenment
"Dangdang!" Lin Weimin was looking down at the manuscript, and the sound of knocking on the desk interrupted his concentration.

"Director!" Lin Weimin stood up.

Meng Weizai asked him to sit down, and then asked: "I heard from Comrade Wen Jing that the questionnaire added by "People's Literature" was your idea?"

Lin Weimin told about Renyi before, Meng Weizai nodded after listening, and asked after thinking for a while: "What do you think about our "Contemporary" adding this questionnaire?"

Lin Weimin looked at him in surprise, "Director, you are asking me about this|what are you doing?"

"Isn't the idea yours?"

"Adding questionnaires will increase printing costs."

Meng Weizai said: "The cost of that is very little. I just think that it is not specific enough to measure the quality of a work only by letters from readers. Your idea is very good and has great reference value."

"I'm fine with it, it's a good thing for our publication."

Meng Weizai nodded and left the office.

After he left, Liu Yin teased: "Wei Min, yes, now you can be half of our editorial department, and the director has to come to ask your opinion."

"Sister, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. If the director hears your words, he will have to pick me up."

The colleagues in the office all laughed, and Rong Shihui said: "Who told you to come up with such a good idea for the front building, it's a good thing you are still working in our "Contemporary"."

"Old Comrade Rong, your thinking has been a bit slippery recently! What about you and us? We are a big family, how can we say such things?" Lin Weimin pretended to be serious.

Rong Shihui smiled and pointed at Lin Weimin, "You, you, you never suffer from your mouth."

Several people were chatting and laughing, Yao Shuzhi walked to Lin Weimin's desk and put a copy of "People's Literature" on his desk, "Weimin, sign for me!"

"Hey! I have this treatment now?"

Yao Shuzhi gave him a blank look, "Give it to my sister!"

"You don't look like you're begging for help!" Lin Weimin was just about to put on a chair like Ge Youping.

Yao Shuzhi gave him a helpless look, and took out a handful of peanuts from her pocket.

"It's still sensible, what's your sister's name?"

"Yao Shuhua."

Lin Weimin wiped the desk with his big hand, and the peanut disappeared without a trace. He picked up a pen and wrote a line of blessing on the inner page of "People's Literature", and then signed his name.

Liu Yin smiled and said, "Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine" is really popular. Maybe this issue of "People's Literature" will hit a new high in sales."

Lin Weimin quickly waved his hands and said, "Sister Liu, don't dig a hole to bury me!"

"How could it be digging a hole for you? Really, at least the family and friends around me, after reading it, there is no disagreement. The most important thing is that everyone is willing to discuss it!"

"That's true..." Rong Shihui filled his teacup with a thermos bottle, "Weimin's novel this time has really received a good response. Previously, "The Cliff" used the power of broadcasting, but this time it's for real. hard power."

"Hey, it's true. The first half of this year hasn't passed yet, Weimin and your two novels are popular, it's okay!" Liu Yin looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of surprise in her eyes.

"Lucky, lucky!" Lin Weimin said politely without sincerity.

Zhu Changsheng said: "This issue of "People's Literature" has been published for several days. There should be a lot of letters from readers, right?"

"Who knows? You must go to the secretary's office first. It is estimated that the first building will deliver a letter to Weimin in two days. This is good, the front building is the back building, it is very convenient."

Lin Weimin thought soon, not only letters from readers, but also voices from the media and critics, should come out one after another in the past few days.

When discussing Lin Weimin and his latest novel "Farewell My Concubine" in the editorial department of "Contemporary".

Zhijiang Province, Haiyan County, Wuyuan Town Health Center.

Yu Hua put down the "People's Literature" in his hand, frowning.

He had just finished reading "Farewell My Concubine" published by Lin Weimin, and he admired the brilliance of the novel in his heart, and he admired Lin Weimin even more.

At the same time, he was also thinking, what is so good about the novel "Farewell My Concubine"?
Yu Hua picked up the magazine again and read it over and over again.

It took more than half an hour to read it, and at the moment when he was about to put down the magazine, a sudden enlightenment rose in his heart.

Why is Farewell My Concubine so good?

Because Cheng Dieyi is miserable!
He came from a humble background, and his mother chopped off his six fingers with a knife in order to let him join the theater troupe.In order to learn opera, he suffered a lot, and even changed his orientation. Before he became famous, he was slandered by Zhang Gonggong, and after he became famous, he was slandered by Yuan Siye.

Brother Duan Xiaolou married a prostitute Juxian, and betrayed their promise to sing for a lifetime, and he was in pain.He broke his voice after eating opium by mistake, and kindly took Xiao Si in, but he was a white-eyed wolf who would repay his kindness.

Seeing the darkness of human nature in Buzzing Buzzing, he completely despaired and swung his sword to kill himself.

Yu Hua felt miserable just thinking about it, Mr. Lin really dared to write, he had never seen such a miserable protagonist.

While sighing in his heart, Yu Hua was also analyzing.

Mr. Lin, why did he write like that?
As he thought more and more deeply, he figured it out.

The more bad luck the character encounters, the more he will act against the odds.With this kind of confrontation, the characters created will be richer and more three-dimensional.

Yu Hua felt that he had realized it!

He raised his hands, ignoring the strange eyes of colleagues around him, he was ecstatic and laughed.

He felt that he had found the ultimate shortcut to literary creation, the only way.

After venting for a while, Yu Hua calmed down. He decided that he should give it a try and turn his ideas into reality.

When he got home from get off work, he locked himself in his room without even eating, and began to create.

A few hours later, the crumpled manuscript paper was all over the floor.

Yu Hua beat his head desperately.

It shouldn’t be, I’ve already enlightened, why can’t I write anything?
Depressedly, he put down his pen, walked around the room for a long time, and then picked up "People's Literature".

As the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.

Yu Hua felt that Mr. Lin had mastered the techniques of novel creation in the novel "Farewell My Concubine".

He should have just realized the very simple truths, but he has not yet grasped these skills thoroughly and used them with ease.

I'm still thinking too much, just read more!
Read the book a hundred times and see its meaning.

This was what his father often said to him when he was a child, and Yu Hua only understood the true meaning of this sentence today.

He decided to watch "Farewell My Concubine" twenty times first.Only when you are familiar with it by heart, can you get a glimpse of Mr. Lin's creative wisdom in this novel.

Lin Weimin, who was thousands of miles away, did not know that one of his novels completely changed the creative concept of a young writer.

He also would not know that in an interview a few years later, when the reporter asked Yu Hua why the protagonists of his works were so miserable, Yu Hua would confess him as the leader on the creative road, and Lin Weimin thus became the majority The "old thief" in the mouth of thousands of readers.

(End of this chapter)