1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 126 Escorted to Beijing

"Go? Where are you going?" Lu Yao wondered.

"Where else can I go? Yanjing!" Lin Weimin said in a vicious voice.

Lu Yao didn't know what to say, "I haven't finished editing the manuscript yet!"

"Changing that fart! Going to Yanjing is not the same? Why don't the editors in our editorial department work here behind closed doors?"

It seemed that he was used to Lin Weimin's bad temper, so Lu Yao was not angry either, and was a little happy at the thought of going to Yanjing.

"I miss Yanjing's pastries a little bit, the conditions in Ganquan County are too bad!"

Lin Weimin looked at Lu Yao speechlessly. Apart from writing and enjoying life, this guy really puts life and death aside!

Lu Yao is a very contradictory complex. He can obviously live frugally in many aspects of life, but he can also be extravagant in some aspects.

For example, smoking, he likes to smoke, he wants to smoke good cigarettes, two or three packs of cigarettes a day, the monthly salary of an ordinary worker is not enough for him to pay for cigarettes.

Lin Weimin glanced at the messy manuscripts piled up on the table, and said: "This time, Lao Tan is accommodating and asked you to go to Beijing to revise the manuscript. You are the author he is optimistic about, so don't disappoint his good intentions."

Qin Chaoyang was kind to Lu Yao, and when he heard his name, Lu Yao's expression became serious, "Okay, I'll clean up."

While Lu Yao was tidying up, Lin Weimin leaned against the wall and looked at his manuscript. Just as Lu Yao said, the first draft of "The Music of Life" was almost completed, and it was just the right time to go to Yanjing to revise it.

Before coming here, seeing that Lu Yao named the novel he was writing "The Music of Life" in the letter, Lin Weimin was still a little worried whether his appearance changed the trajectory of history.

After reading the manuscript, he felt relieved. The story was still the same, but the name was wrong.

"Your manuscript..."

While packing up, Lu Yao raised his head, "What's wrong?"

"What is it called "Music of Life", it has no momentum at all."

"Then how do you call it imposing?" Lu Yao asked unconvinced.

"Change your name." Lin Weimin rubbed his chin, "I think it will be "Life"!"

"Life?" Lu Yao recited this name, feeling that it was really more imposing than the name he chose.

"Okay, listen to you, it's called "Life."

Lin Weimin felt happy.

When Lu Yao finished packing his things, he urged: "Okay, let's go."

"No, there is something else."

"what's up?"

"I haven't finished my preparations yet." Lu Yao said seriously.

Lin Weimin frowned, you are almost finished writing your manuscript, you tell me that the preparations are not yet finished?

Lin Weimin resisted giving this guy a kick, and then the two ran to the Baiyun Mountain Temple in Yulin.

Standing in front of the majestic Daxiong Palace, Lin Weimin's head was full of black lines.

"I ran hundreds of miles. This is the preparation you said."

Lu Yao said with a guilty conscience: "You don't understand!"

I don't understand your hammer!
Lin Weimin wondered, buzzing buzzing has only been a few years, how come these ghosts and snakes appeared so quickly?

Forget it, just be patient for a while.

The works have not yet been published, and the writers are like women who are pregnant in October, with uncertain temperaments.

After three bows and nine kowtows, Lu Yao knelt on the ground and reverently shook the stick, a stick fell to the ground with a slap, and wrote the words "Heming Jiuxiao".

Before the old monk could recite the lotus flower, Lin Weimin said, "It's done, sign it, let's go!"

His patience has been worn out by Lu Yao, and he has decided in his heart that after he arrives in Yanjing, he will lose any time he lets this thief out of the house.

The train ticket back to Yanjing was bought by Lin Weimin for Lu Yao, and his last bit of money has been squandered on the way to Yulin.

After another two days, Lin Weimin finally brought Lu Yao back to the Guowen Society.

Lin Weimin didn't give him any chance to breathe, and directly carried him to the third floor of the guest house in the back building, and locked him in a small dark room.

And viciously threatened the writers in other dormitories: "Whoever dares to play with Lu Yao will not have to think about publishing the manuscript in the future!"

Everyone was silent.

At that moment, Lin Weimin was the biggest bully of the Guowen Society, and Mrs. Wei had to stay low in front of him.

After tossing around for a week, Lin Weimin returned to the editorial department in a hurry, and went to Tan Chaoyang's office to deal with him.

Hearing what happened to him along the way, Tan Chaoyang was angry and laughed at the same time, the one who was angry was Lu Yao's nonsense, and the one who laughed was Lin Weimin's way of dealing with Lu Yao.

"Okay, as long as he can change the manuscript here with peace of mind and make less fuss, I'll be content!"

After Tan Chaoyang finished speaking, he comforted: "Weimin, you have only been an editor for a short time, so this time, let's take it as an experience."

Looking at Tan Chaoyang's expression and tone, Lin Weimin felt the experience and bitterness behind the old man's expression, and felt inexplicably comforted.

I really want to hear the old comrade share his experience!

After traveling from Yanjing to Shaanxi for a whole week, Lin Weimin returned to Shichahai's home and had a good night's sleep. After waking up, he took a bath and finally regained his energy.

Returning to the Guowen Society again, it is inevitable to be ridiculed by colleagues.

The deeds of him going to Shaanxi to escort Lu Yao to Beijing in the past few days have been compiled into jokes and widely circulated in the Guowen Society.

Lin Weimin couldn't help sighing, why do these people who do writing work have mouths like those old women's belts?
He told Comrade Lao Tan about this alone, and he didn't need to think about who it was from.

Rong Shihui patted Lin Weimin on the shoulder, "If you're in our line of business, just get used to it."

With this tone, people who don't know it will think that they are doing some illegal activities.

Traveling to other places like Lin Weimin to meet with writers is an experience that every editor in the agency has. As Rong Shihui said, it is not uncommon for editors to collect, request, and urge manuscripts all year round.

After the vacation was canceled, Lin Weimin worked for another two days. In time for the weekend, he went to Yenching University to find Mark Mengwan.

Since "Knives Out" was successfully published in "Ellery Quinn's Mystery Magazine" in the United States last year, the two have only met twice. The first time was before Yanda's winter vacation, and Mark dreamed to return to the United States to visit relatives.The other time was after school started in March, I took a group of foreign student friends to play with Lin Weimin.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, but a group of people are very cordial when they meet.

During the communication, Lin Weimin could clearly feel that the Chinese of these foreigners has improved a lot. Most of them can communicate fluently except for a little accent.

This is not because they are so talented, but because they are in a Chinese-speaking environment every day, and they can’t learn quickly if they want to. How else can the environment be the teacher of language learning?
Little Hei Yangzi took out the April issue of "People's Literature", and said to Lin Weimin with starry eyes: "Mr. Lin, your "Farewell My Concubine" is really well written, it is a full-fledged novel. masterpiece!"

(End of this chapter)