1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 144
When he came to Tan Chaoyang's office and waited for a few minutes, the other party called again, and Lin Weimin picked up the phone.

"Hello, hello, is this Comrade Lin Weimin?"

"Hi, I'm Lin Weimin, who are you?"

"Hello Comrade Lin Weimin, I am the director of Qindao TV Station, and my name is Ren Hao. I heard your novel "The Cliff" on the radio some time ago, and I think the content is very good. Now our station plans to make "The Cliff" into a movie. TV drama, I want to ask for your opinion."

Lin Weimin was a little surprised after listening to it, and adapted it into a TV series?

He pondered for a moment, then said, "You have to let me think about this matter."

Ren Hao said: "It should be. How about this, you are in Yanjing now, how about I go to Yanjing and we will meet and discuss in detail, what do you think?"

Going straight to the door, it seems that the willingness to adapt is very strong.

"Okay, let's talk about it in detail when you meet."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Weimin said to Tan Chaoyang, "The director of Qindao TV Station has an idea to adapt "The Cliff" into a TV series."

Qin Zhaoyang nodded: "Good thing, it has expanded the influence of the work."

Back in the office, everyone asked Lin Weimin what phone call he answered, and after he said it, everyone was amazed again.

"It was only aired on the radio at the beginning of the year, and now it's going to be on TV again. Weimin's novel is really going to last a lifetime. No wonder I haven't been motivated to write recently!"

After everyone said this, Lin Weimin felt that he should write something?
Otherwise, if you always do this, you will be suspected of being said to be living on your laurels.

What can I do?
"Hey, Weimin, I remember your "Latent" is also good, not worse than "The Cliff". Why is there no movement at all?" Yao Shuzhi said suddenly.

Lin Weimin said: "I don't know."

Speaking of "Latent", among Lin Weimin's works, it seems to be a bit of a pity.

Except for a little splash when it was first published on "Zhong Shan", the influence is not too great.

In fact, this kind of result is normal when you think about it. The characteristics of "Latent" itself are detailed and meticulous, which is completely different from the publicity and extroversion of "The Cliff".

It is like a pot of tea, you have to taste it slowly to get the taste.

Until now, Lin Weimin has occasionally received letters from readers of "Latent", and their evaluation of this work is inseparable from one feeling-it has great stamina.

Thinking wildly, Lin Weimin thought it would be good to write another spy war novel, let's make a trilogy!
He selected the works to write in his mind, and after thinking for a while, he quickly selected the target.

That's it.

After anchoring the goal, Lin Weimin's eyes became firmer, and he wished he could write at his desk right now.

It's a pity that the conditions didn't allow it, so he ran to Meng Weizai's office when he was about to get off work.

"what's up?"

"Director, I want to ask for leave!"

"Ask for leave? Personal leave? Sick leave?" The old comrade sized up Lin Weimin.

"Create Fake!"

"Creation fake?"

Meng Weizai thought for a few seconds before he realized, "You go to work during the day, but can't create at night?"

"I want to concentrate on creating without any distractions."

"Then why don't you go to work at all, and become a full-time writer, anyway, you have joined the Cultural Association now." Meng Weizai said angrily.

"That's different. Full-time creative work, life is too boring. Inspiration is not always there, and there are many times when there is no inspiration. Then what am I going to do?"

Lin Weimin's fallacies and heresies were justified, and Meng Weizai laughed angrily.

Just as he was about to reprimand Lin Weimin, he remembered what he had said to Wei Junyi.

Forget it, he's a lucky general, so he has to be more forgiving.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "So you have inspiration now?"

"Ah."

"How long are you going to take for leave?"

Lin Weimin thought for a while, "Ten days!"

"Ten days? Want to write a short story?"

"No, long story."

A surprised expression appeared on Meng Weizai's face, "Write a novel in ten days?"

"What's wrong? It took me a week to write Farewell My Concubine."

Hearing this, Meng Weizai wanted to hit someone, are young people nowadays so brave?

"Director, don't worry, I will definitely leave the customs in ten days, and I promise not to delay my work." Lin Weimin promised.

Meng Weizai waved at him helplessly, "Understood, let's go."

"Thank you, Director."

After Lin Weimin left, Meng Weizai looked at his back and smiled wryly, "This monkey grandson!"

He recalled what Lin Weimin said about ten days, and said to himself: "If he really asks him to write a novel in ten days, I'm afraid it will break a record!"

The old comrade thought in his heart that he had never heard of any great talent who could write a full-length novel within ten days.

After work, Lin Weimin returned home, and said to Han Zhuangzhuang with a serious face: "Zhuangzhuang, my uncle has an important task for you these days."

Han Zhuangzhuang thought it was a big deal, so he stood up and said solemnly: "Old uncle, tell me, let my nephew | what to do, go through fire and water..."

"Stop, stop!" Lin Weimin interrupted Han Zhuangzhuang's impassioned speech, "I won't leave the house for a few days, and prepare three meals for me."

"What's wrong with you, uncle, are you going to collapse on the bed?"

"Get out!" Lin Weimin scolded angrily, "Your uncle, I want to retreat and write. If you don't have important things these days, don't bother me. If anyone comes to me, just say I'm not free."

Han Zhuangzhuang breathed a sigh of relief, "You startled me."

After explaining to Han Zhuangzhuang, Lin Weimin really didn't leave the house, even the dinner was sent to the study by Han Zhuangzhuang.

When he entered the room, he saw Lin Weimin leaning over his desk and writing vigorously, with incomparable devotion. This was the first time he witnessed Lin Weimin's appearance when he was creating.

Han Zhuangzhuang was a little excited when he thought that the old uncle's works were born in such a state.

That is to say, there are no smart phones and Moments in this era, otherwise Han Zhuangzhuang would have to take a selfie, and then "accidentally" took the photo of his hard-working uncle.

On this day, Lin Weimin was writing very late.

Before going to sleep, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Drowsiness hit, and my mind couldn't turn.

Forget it, don't think about it, there is no major issue other than life and death.

Time passed quickly, and passed by in a flash.

When Lin Weimin was separated from the carefully woven stories, he was inevitably in a trance.

"Strong! Strong!"

During these ten days, Lin Weimin didn't say more than ten sentences a day, and his voice was a little hoarse at the beginning.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

Han Zhuangzhuang walked in from the outside holding a bowl of noodles.

"What's the date today?"

"It's the 29th."

Lin Weimin did the math, and it was exactly ten days.

He looked at the basin in Han Zhuangzhuang's hand, and said unhappily, "Why didn't you know to bring a bowl for the old uncle after eating?"

Han Zhuangzhuang had noodles in his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror, "Uncle, why are you dripping? Are you confused, haven't you just eaten?"

Have you eaten?
Lin Weimin glanced at the table, and there was indeed an empty bowl on the corner of the desk.

It seems that I should be eating while writing just now, I am too fascinated.

Lin Weimin coughed, "Did you learn it? This old uncle is called forgetting to eat and sleep."

Han Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Weimin suspiciously, and he felt that the old uncle must be confused.

"By the way, are you okay these days?"

"It's nothing." Han Zhuangzhuang was bald, snoring noodles, suddenly remembered, and said, "That's right. Someone came to you a few days ago and said it was a TV station, so I stopped you."

Lin Weimin slapped his head.

Hey, I finally remembered what I forgot!
It must be Ren Hao from Qindao TV Station who came to look for him. He probably went to the Guowen Society first to find out if he was there, and then found out his home address, so he came here.

Before retreating, he specifically told Zhuang Zhuang not to be disturbed, and his nephew couldn't be blamed for this.

It's so good, I made an appointment with him, but I didn't see him when he came, Lin Weimin can know how angry he is when he thinks about it.

Lin Weimin asked, "Zhuang Zhuang, is that man still there?"

"I don't know, he came twice, but I didn't let him in, and I haven't seen him since."

Guessing he must have been pissed off, Lin Weimin thought he couldn't sit still here, and was about to go outside on his bicycle when he walked to the courtyard.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

"I'll go make a call."

Lin Weimin guessed that Ren Hao must have been pissed off, so he rode his bicycle straight to the Guowen Society, planning to make a phone call to his work unit to apologize.

He rushed to the back building of the Guowen Society without even entering the office, and pushed open the door of Tan Chaoyang's office. Just as he was about to speak, he found that Tan Chaoyang and a middle-aged man over forty were looking at him in astonishment. he.

"Editor-in-Chief, do you have any guests?"

The astonishment on Tan Chaoyang's face faded away, and he smiled instead. He got up and said enthusiastically to the middle-aged man, "Come on, Director Ren, this is Comrade Lin Weimin you have been waiting for for several days!"

After Tan Chaoyang finished speaking, it was Lin Weimin's turn to be stunned. He looked at Qin Chaoyang and then at Ren Hao, "You are Director Ren? You didn't leave?"

"Hello, Teacher Lin, I was planning to leave..."

"Let me talk about it." Qin Chaoyang interjected, and he frowned and reprimanded: "For the people, I'm not talking about you. You have a good appointment with Ren Ren, how can you break the appointment? Let Ren Ren be in our editor's office. The Ministry has been waiting for you for three days. If Lao Meng hadn't told me about your situation, I would have been angry."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lin Weimin said to Ren Hao apologetically.

"The day I finished calling you, I just had some inspiration. I asked our director to take a leave of absence to go home and write, and I forgot about you. I also specially told our family members not to let others Excuse me, so he didn't let you in when you went.

Oops, I'm so sorry!Feel sorry! "

Ren Hao laughed and said: "Editor Qin has told me about you. I was a little angry when I didn't see you at first, but I have chatted with Editor Qin in the past two days and heard a lot of strange things in the literary world. , I think your case can be counted as one. Thinking of this, I am quite happy, and I will have something to talk to my colleagues after I go back."

Ren Hao's hearty smile made Lin Weimin feel even more sorry.

"Director Ren, I'm really sorry. In this way, I will be the host tonight and invite you to dinner. Firstly, I will apologize to you, and secondly, I will treat you as a welcome."

Ren Hao said: "It's fine to accept the wind, but there is no need to make an apology. In the past two days, I have troubled you, Editor-in-Chief Tan."

"Our editor-in-chief is doing my best to deal with the aftermath. I have to invite both of you." Lin Weimin smiled at Qin Chaoyang, "Editor-in-chief, you have to give me this face, otherwise Director Ren's apology here is not sincere enough."

Qin Chaoyang readily agreed, "Okay, let's have a meal together, and let Weimin make amends."

After talking about the evening meal, Lin Weimin and Ren Hao left Qin Chaoyang's office, and they couldn't always occupy the boss's office.

Taking advantage of this moment, the two talked about the adaptation of "The Cliff" in the corridor.

With the matter of breaking the appointment, Ren Hao waited in the editorial department for several days, which shows the great sincerity, how could Lin Weimin refuse him.

After talking about this matter, Lin Weimin dragged Ren Hao into the editor's office.

Everyone was a little surprised to see Lin Weimin.

"Wei Min, you just ran out of the deep mountains and old forests?"

It was only then that Lin Weimin noticed his current image. In the past ten days of retreat and writing, he basically didn't clean himself up. It is a bit exaggerated to say that he is a savage, but it is true that he is slovenly.

Lin Weimin didn't care, he apologized to Ren Hao, and then went to the water room to wash his face.

After get off work, after asking Ren Hao for his opinion, Lin Weimin took him and Tan Chaoyang to Donglaishun.

When they arrived at the place, Lin Weimin first ordered six catties of mutton, and Tan Chaoyang said, "I can't eat that much."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's okay, you can't afford to eat me all the time. These days, how can you not eat meat?"

All three of them laughed. It is true that, as Lin Weimin said, in the age when we were just full, there would be no meat left on the table.

Prepare vegetables in the pot, freshly cut mutton, the thin ones are transparent, once the meat is put into the pot, the meat will disappear with a few chopsticks and a plate, and the people who eat are sweating profusely.

Lin Weimin occasionally offered a glass of wine, "Director Ren, I'm really sorry, I apologize again."

Ren Hao quickly raised his glass, "Mr. Lin, you've been talking about it all afternoon, and I'm embarrassed to say anything else."

After the two drank the wine, Ren Hao said again: "Actually, at noon, you suddenly broke into Editor-in-Chief Qin's office. I was quite moved to see your state. Before your nephew said that you were engaged in creation, Director Qin and Your colleagues in the editorial department have also told me. Seeing you like this, you must have remembered this matter and came to me immediately, without even caring about cleaning up. So, Mr. Lin, please don’t No more apologies."

Qin Chaoyang laughed loudly when he heard this, "Oh, it's fun to say, this can really be regarded as an anecdote!"

Ren Hao nodded, "That's right!"

After drinking, the three of them came out from Donglaishun. Ren Hao wanted to go alone and asked Lin Weimin to take Tan Chaoyang home. Qin Chaoyang was in his 60s and drank a lot today.

After sending Tan Chaoyang to the door of his house, he said to Lin Weimin, "Weimin, you said Lu Yao before, don't you look desperate when you start creating? You can't do this in the future, you have to cherish yourself The body, the body is the capital of the revolution.”

Lin Weimin nodded, "Editor-in-Chief, I see, thank you."

"Don't take it to heart, you will cry when the time comes."

Lin Weimin said seriously: "I assure you, I will never do this again."

"Yes." Tan Chaoyang nodded in satisfaction.

After Lin Weimin left, Tan Chaoyang murmured to himself, "Creation is fake? Thanks to your kid for thinking it out!"

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