1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 150 The Gap Between Times

In August, the city of Yanjing seemed to be engulfed in a steamer.

In the small courtyard of Shichahai, Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle and nephew each wore a pair of large underpants without even a vest on their upper body. Lin Weimin was lying on a deck chair, while Han Zhuangzhuang was sitting on a chair.

"Uncle!"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think I should read more books?"

"Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel that I know too little."

Lin Weimin stopped fanning his cattail fan, and glanced at Han Zhuangzhuang, "Yes, he has improved, it seems that he was stimulated by Renyi?"

Han Zhuangzhuang was ashamed, and if he didn't speak, it was tantamount to acquiescing.

"What book are you going to read?" Lin Weimin asked him.

Han Zhuangzhuang looked bewildered, "No way!"

Lin Weimin looked at his nephew's stupid eyes, and sighed, "How about this. I'll make a list of books for you, and you can buy them later and read them carefully."

"Uncle, don't you have books in your study?"

Lin Weimin stared, "My book is my book, you have to read it yourself and buy it yourself."

"It's really picky!" Han Zhuangzhuang muttered.

Lin Weimin was about to teach his nephew a lesson, when the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and Qu Xiaowei walked in.

"Yo, rare guest!" Lin Weimin said in a teasing tone.

Qu Xiaowei went in and sat down, ignored Lin Weimin and said, "Nephew, pour me a cup of tea."

Han Zhuangzhuang poured him a cup of tea, Qu Xiaowei drank it all down, and said, "It's still comfortable for you to stay here!"

"Why are you here? You don't have to eat!"

Qu Xiaowei sneered, "Look at your sloppy look, you are the reincarnation of Grandet. Don't worry, my brother brought you something good today."

As he spoke, he put down the painting tube he was holding earlier, "Look at it!"

"What's this?"

Qu Xiaowei opened the painting tube and pulled out the painting scroll from inside.

Lin Weimin frowned, is this a painting?
As Qu Xiaowei carefully unfolded the frame, a simple landscape painting appeared in front of Lin Weimin.

"What is this?" Han Zhuangzhuang asked.

Qu Xiaowei showed off, "Did you see the inscription on it?"

He read out the inscription on the top of the painting word by word, and then said triumphantly, "Do you know me?"

Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head happily, how could he know this!

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin again with a provocative expression.

Lin Weimin asked in surprise, "Li Keran?"

Seeing Lin Weimin's expression, Qu Xiaowei's thoughts finally came to his senses, and he slowly rolled up the painting.

He said proudly: "You have a good eye. This is Li Keran's "Autumn Suburb Grazing Picture". It is different from the cheap ones in the history museum that cost a few yuan a foot. Back then, my grandfather spent 50 yuan a piece. Bought for the price of a foot."

Then he said: "My father said, in Zheng Guo, people remember your favor, so we have to return this favor to you. As for how you return Zheng Guo's favor in the future, our family doesn't care."

He said and handed the scroll to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin pushed the scroll out, "No, it's too expensive, I can't take it."

"You can take it if you give it to you. How kind of a favor is it to transfer Haiyan to work? I don't want to always owe you this."

Lin Weimin sighed secretly, when I was in the Institute of Literature, I saw that you were a big grievance, and after such a long time, you once again proved my vision.

Li Keran, a modern painter and a disciple of Qi Baishi.He is good at painting landscapes and figures, especially cattle.

A few years later, the master's works all started at millions of auctions, and the most expensive work set a sky-high price of 2.93 million.

"This is something that can be passed down from family to family. Keep it in your family."

Qu Xiaowei said: "We have a lot of family heirlooms, this one is not bad..."

As he was speaking, he felt a light touch in his hand, and the scroll fell into Lin Weimin's hands.

Lin Weimin originally thought he couldn't take advantage of Qu Xiaowei, but what this kid said was too irritating.

What is "not bad for this one"?
Damn, I was mistaken before, I didn't expect this kid to be a hidden rich second generation.

No wonder the attribute of this great resentment is so powerful!
Lin Weimin used to feel pretty good about himself, but now that he thinks about it, what kind of friends are there around him?

Zheng Guo, who claims to have no father and no mother, went back to his hometown and became the second generation of G.

Qu Xiaowei, who is heartless and idle, just took out a masterpiece of a famous artist.

I dare to say that I am the only dungeon with the difficulty of opening hell, and you are all cheating?

For a moment, Lin Weimin had the feeling that the clown was actually me.

Heaven is unfair!
No wonder Qu Xiaowei dared to spend money to buy my autographed books back then without blinking an eye. There were still few of them back then!
"Look at how open your eyes are when you see money!" Qu Xiaowei teased.

Lin Weimin said viciously: "This is called stealing from the rich and helping the poor!"

"Rob my rich and help your poor?"

"That's right!"

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin remembered what Qu Xiaowei said just now, "What did you just say about the history museum? They still sell paintings?"

"You don't know? The foreign guest service department there sells all kinds of paintings, and the cheapest ones cost only a few yuan per foot."

Lin Weimin's eyes brightened. After traveling through such a long time, I finally found a way to make a fortune quickly.

Listen, listen, talk about selling rulers, do people say it?
"Whose paintings are for sale?" Lin Weimin asked excitedly.

"Wang Xuetao, Li Keran, Lu Yanshao, Huang Binhong, Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Li Keran, Wu Zuoren, Jiang Zhaohe..." Qu Xiaowei counted on his fingers.

Before he could finish counting, Lin Weimin grabbed his hand, "Stop talking, hurry up!"

"Where?"

"Museum!"

"You want to buy a painting?"

Qu Xiaowei grabbed him, "Don't go."

"What's wrong?"

"It was bought up, and now it's full of cheap stuff, not worth much."

"What? You bought it all?" Lin Weimin was shocked.

"Yes, it happened in the first half of the year. A businessman named Xu Huachi who came back from Xiangjiang spent more than 20 Hong Kong dollars to wrap up the paintings of the foreign guest service department. It is said that there are more than 9000 calligraphy and paintings in total?"

"Wood grass!"

Lin Weimin couldn't help but swear, more than 20 Hong Kong dollars?Just wrapped up nearly ten thousand paintings by famous artists?
Doesn't this fucking count as a loss of state-owned assets?

Those are Li Keran, Qi Baishi, Huang Binhong, Zhang Daqian!
How dare you?
Not to mention the feeling of missing a hundred million yuan in his heart, just watching the works of these masters being sold at such a low price by some officials in the name of serving foreign guests, his heart is full of regret and resentment.

"Why are you so excited, kid?"

"Can I not be excited?" Lin Weimin yelled.

Then he calmed down under Qu Xiaowei's puzzled gaze.

With a wry smile, this is probably the gap between the times, right?
He and Qu Xiaowei couldn't explain clearly, so they could only sit down under his suspicious and incomprehensible eyes.

The next day, a working day.

Lin Weimin brought Shi Tiesheng's touching essay to the front building and found Xie Mingqing.

"Mr. Xie, you have to thank me this time." He carelessly pulled a chair over and placed it next to Xie Mingqing's desk.

Xie Mingqing raised his head from the pile of papers, "Oh? How should I say it?"

Lin Weimin handed over the manuscript, "A manuscript has been accepted for you."

After receiving the manuscript, Xie Mingqing didn't wait to read it, "That's all?"

"The manuscripts are not many, but fine!" Lin Weimin said proudly.

The manuscript was placed on the table, Xie Mingqing straightened his reading glasses, and flipped through the manuscript.

The full text of "Autumn Memories" is less than [-] words, so it doesn't take long to read it.

After Xie Mingqing finished reading, he was silent for a long time, until he calmed down, he raised his head and met Lin Weimin's expectant eyes.

"How about it?"

"good article!"

"Can you publish it?"

Xie Mingqing laughed, "I'm not sure about this, you have to ask Teacher Liu!"

With that said, Xie Mingqing got up and handed over the manuscript to Liu Lanshan, another editor of "People's Literature", who was in charge of poetry and prose.

"Old Liu, take a look at this manuscript brought by Weimin, it's very well written."

Lin Weimin waited for a while, and Liu Lanshan gave his evaluation, "Very good!"

"It's just a little short."

Lin Weimin said: "It's not short anymore. Mr. Liu, prose is not a novel. Why do you make it so smelly and long?"

Liu Lanshan smiled and said, "Good boy, in order to publish, you even have to slander your own business."

"How can this be called slander? Each style of writing has its own characteristics. Novels need to shape characters and create conflicts, but prose doesn't need these. It is enough to express one's feelings directly.

Teacher Liu, do you remember Gui Youguang's "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi"? There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when she died, and now it is as graceful as a cover. '

Just this one sentence makes time measureable and longing countable. It should be a famous sentence through the ages.

Thousands of years later, future generations may not remember who wrote "Xiang Jixuan Zhi", but they will definitely remember how a man who loved his wife deeply missed his dead wife. "

"I just said a short word in exchange for your kid's long-winded criticism with quotations from classics."

Lin Weimin quickly stood up, "What you said, I'm not communicating with you!"

Liu Lanshan waved Lin Weimin to sit down, and listened to me, "Okay, I know you value this article. It's really well written, it's a bit short, but it's just a minor problem."

Only then did Lin Weimin laugh, "Oh, Teacher Liu, why are you out of breath when you speak!"

Liu Lanshan said with a wry smile: "You kid won't let me open my mouth, I'll just talk at length."

"Hey!" Lin Weimin smiled embarrassedly.

Xie Mingqing joked, "I've never seen you so anxious about your own manuscript!"

Liu Lanshan looked at the inscription on the manuscript, and said, "I have a little impression of this Shi Tiesheng. He published a novel in "Contemporary" before, and published a work in "Southern Wind" in the first half of the year, right?"

"Ms. Liu, you have a good memory. He published a short story called "The God in the Woods" on "South Wind" in the first half of the year."

"It seems that he is really a good friend, and he even remembers his works so clearly."

Lin Weimin smiled, "We are indeed good friends!"

　From the second day of junior high school, I have to leave relatives. Riwan will suspend it for a few days, and guarantee a minimum of 6000 words to update.

　　Report the battle situation: Currently, the average order is 6100, and the order is 5500, and 12000 words are owed for the sixth update; the 1900 monthly ticket has not yet been updated, and 2000 words are owed for the first update; 2000 words, a total of 16000 words owed.

　　Pain and happiness, please be patient and wait for two days. In these two days, the relatives will be gone, and the fourth day will be restored every day. Try to make up the owed updates as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)