1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 153 Co-production
The news about Lin Weimin, a well-known writer, crazily pursuing female overseas students has been circulating in Yanjing City for a few days. There are very few entertainment news these days. When they suddenly hear about Lin Weimin's lace news, the common people's enthusiasm for eating melons is very strong.

But any hot news is always time-sensitive, and the popularity will drop after a week at most.

The news had been circulating for more than a week, and the interest of the common people gradually declined, just when everyone thought that the dust had settled on this matter.

A cute girl with a Nihong accent appeared at the entrance of the Guowen Society. She held a delicate lunch box in her hand and explained to the guard eagerly.

It's a pity that her Chinese is a bit out of shape, and it took a long time to explain, and she felt anxious, and the more she spoke, the more she couldn't understand.

But the guard still understood the name she kept repeating: "Jun Lin", "Jun Lin".

The guard thought about it for a long time, but there is no one named Lin Jun in the Guowen Society?

It happened that someone was going out at this time, and the guard hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Is there someone named Lin Jun in our Chinese Literature Society?"

"Mr. Lin? I don't know you." The man looked at the anxious girl and asked, "Is she looking for someone?"

The girl asked anxiously: "Nihao, do you know Mr. Lin?"

Ok?
The man was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately realized that the accent sounded like a foreign friend. Looking at the girl's jet-black hair and dark eyes, he instantly thought of the fiery news that spread a few days ago.

He pulled the doorman over and muttered a few words, and the eyes of the two of them turned around the girl from time to time while talking.

"Ganqing is looking for him!" The guard suddenly realized.

The man left with gossiping eyes, and the guard enthusiastically took the girl to the back building, leading her directly to the door of the editorial department of "Contemporary" on the second floor.

"Lin Jun!"

"Yoko? Why are you here?" Lin Weimin looked at the little black Yoko in surprise.

Little Black Yoko showed a sweet smile and said, "I'm here to bring you lunch. You see, I bought such a beautiful lunch box after walking for several days, which is specially used to bring you lunch."

The colleagues in the office looked at the excitement, and even the guard who brought little black Yoko was full of gossip.

Lin Weimin has never seen the guard send visitors to the office, so one can imagine his purpose.

He pulled Little Black Yoko and said, "Let's go outside and talk."

Lin Weimin walked in front, holding Little Black Yoko's arm, and she followed behind, looking at Lin Weimin's back with a happy face.

The two came to the corner of the corridor, and Lin Weimin said, "Yoko, why are you here to bring me lunch?"

Little Black Yoko said with a smile: "Jun Lin works hard every day, I want you to eat delicious meals."

"Don't you know we have a cafeteria?"

"I know. But how can the food in the cafeteria compare to Yoko's craftsmanship?" The little black Yoko held the food box and handed it to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin took a look at it, and it was a very standard mud-boom style boxed lunch.

He really wanted to say, Yoko, your skills are really inferior to the master chef in the cafeteria.

But when he thinks of Meng Weizai's advice, he can't make Yoko too sad, this scale is not easy to grasp!
"I finished eating at noon."

"It's okay, it can be eaten for dinner."

hiss!
Lin Weimin had a toothache.

Seeing Little Black Yoko's expectant expression, he reluctantly took the food box and said, "Okay, then I'll eat it tonight."

"But just this time, you must never give it away again in the future." Lin Weimin warned.

"Why? Mr. Lin doesn't like the food I cook?"

"It's not that I don't like it. Geez, how can I explain it to you?"

Lin Weimin scratched his head anxiously.

Little Black Yoko looked at his expression, showing a bit of disappointment on his face, "Mr. Lin, is Yoko's appearance bothering you?"

Seeing her appearance, Lin Weimin's heart flashed with a bit of reluctance, and against his will, he said, "That's not true."

"Really? That's really great!" Little Black Yoko immediately put on a sunny and sweet smile on his face, and happily grabbed Lin Weimin's arm.

Whoops, this annoying little fairy!

For the first time, Lin Weimin felt helpless in front of women.

Should not be!

"Then, Lin Jun, please enjoy my heart, I will come again tomorrow."

Come tomorrow?

Lin Weimin's face turned pale with shock. If this continues, Lao Tzu's fame will be ruined by you.

"Yoko, don't come here tomorrow."

"Ah, is Mr. Lin busy tomorrow? Then I will come the day after tomorrow."

"Don't come the day after tomorrow."

"Ah, is that so? Then I will be the day after tomorrow..."

"Stop!"

Lin Weimin stopped the possibility of endless wrangling, and said to the little black Yoko seriously: "Yoko! I told you very clearly at Yanda that day, and I actually..."

"Ah, Mr. Lin, I remembered. I still have class in the afternoon, so I'll go back first."

Little Black Yoko didn't give Lin Weimin a chance to finish his sentence, so he stuffed the food box into his hands, and ran down the stairs without looking back.

Lin Weimin was left standing there alone in the wind.

Through the window of the corridor, he watched the bouncing back of little black Yoko disappear into the gate of the Guowen Society, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Lin Weimin thought for a long time, and realized that he seemed to have been tricked by the girl Yoko.

He looked at the food box in his hand, and there was a blue cloth bag on the outside, which was hand-sewn, with a cute lamb embroidered on it.

The cloth bag contains exquisite ceramic lunch boxes, which should be rare in this era, but it is the first time Lin Weimin has seen it.

Just from the details of the lunch box, it is enough to see the thought that Little Black Yoko has spent.

Living in this era for nearly three years, always alone, Lin Weimin felt an inexplicable warmth flowing in his heart.

I didn't see it before, this girl is quite ingenious.

Lin Weimin turned his head and was about to go back to the office when he saw six or seven heads blocking the door of the office, which shocked him a lot.

The colleagues retracted their heads with guilt, and when Lin Weimin entered the office again, they were all sitting at their desks, busy with their work, with serious expressions on their faces.

Lin Weimin even wondered if he was dazzled just now.

He shook his head helplessly, why is this man so gossip?
After get off work, Lin Weimin returned to Shichahai Courtyard with an exquisite ceramic lunch box.

Han Zhuangzhuang was cooking, "Uncle, wait a while, we'll be eating right away."

"I won't eat it, you can eat it yourself."

Lin Weimin said, and opened the lunch box.

In the weather of September, it's okay to leave the food out for a long time. Lin Weimin frowned after taking a sip.

Where did this girl, Yoko, get the confidence to compete with the master chef in the cafeteria?
Lin Weimin looked at the overcrowded food in the lunch box and thought, forget it, don't waste food.

Han Zhuangzhuang came out of the kitchen with the food profusely sweating. Seeing Lin Weimin's mouth full of oil, he asked in surprise, "Old uncle, where did you get the food?"

"It was given by someone else."

Han Zhuangzhuang was full of suspicion, "Who can bring you food?"

Then, his mind came to his senses and he shouted, "My old aunt?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Lin Weimin coughed up the food in his throat in fright, and scolded, "What old aunt? It's just an ordinary aunt."

"Ordinary aunt?" Han Zhuangzhuang yelled, "Don't fool me, ordinary aunt can bring you food?"

Lin Weimin said angrily: "It's none of your business whether you deliver food or not? Do you want to eat or not? If you don't eat, go back to your room and sleep."

People are under the eaves, Han Zhuangzhuang is short of breath, "Eat it!"

The news of "writer Lin Weimin courting female overseas students" has gradually subsided, but this matter has a sequel within the Guowen Society.

The female student who was pursued by Lin Weimin came to bring him food!
The next day at work, Lin Weimin had just walked up to the second floor of the back building when he saw Meng Weizai standing at the door of the office with a dark face.

He instinctively felt guilty, and greeted him from a long distance away: "Good morning leader!"

Meng Weizai didn't speak, the air pressure in the corridor was terribly low.

"You boy, you didn't take my words to heart at all!"

Lin Weimin knew that he couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore at this time, "Leader, this matter is not my fault! I followed your instructions, not only to draw a clear line with her, but also to pay attention to my attitude. You don't know, so worry me Yes!"

Meng Weizai's face was full of distrust, he looked at Lin Weimin, and said earnestly: "You, you can have some fun!"

"Yes, yes, the leader|leader is what you said."

After warning Lin Weimin, Meng Weizai no longer entangled with this matter. After all, this is more of Lin Weimin's private matter.

After staying at the unit for a day, Lin Weimin was surrounded by gossipy eyes and whispers.

Back to the courtyard, I finally feel clean.

It happened that Han Zhuangzhuang was not here today, so Lin Weimin finally calmed down and wrote the script of "The Cliff" in his study.

He agreed with Qindao TV station to write the script for three months, which was ample time for Lin Weimin, and he planned to finish the script as soon as possible to save distractions.

With the addition of later generations of movies and TV dramas, Lin Weimin has almost no bottlenecks in his creation. It took only a few days to complete the script creation of "The Cliff".

This day at work, Meng Weizai found him as soon as he sent the script to the mailbox.

"Leader, what's the matter?"

"Come to my office."

Calling Lin Weimin to the office, Meng Weizai introduced an old man with silver hair to Lin Weimin.

"This is Mr. Jin Shan, a famous performing artist, and now the director of the TV Arts Committee. I'm here this time to talk to you about the adaptation of "The Cliff."

Adapting "The Cliff"?
What's the situation, Ren Hao who just left Qindao TV station, Lin Weimin agreed to him.

Seeing the doubts on his face, Jin Shan laughed, "Just now, Director Meng told me that people from Qindao TV Station came to you before, and you agreed to adapt "The Cliff"."

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "That's true. I'm so sorry, Mr. Jin!"

Jin Shan waved his hand, "Mr. Lin, don't refuse in a hurry, let me make a suggestion, can you see it?"

"Teacher, say it."

"Do you think this will work? You act as a middleman, let's contact Qindao TV, how about our TV drama art committee and Qindao TV jointly producing this TV series?"

Lin Weimin looked at Jin Shan in surprise, he didn't expect him to come up with such an idea.

While he was in a daze, Jin Shan asked, "What do you think of my proposal, Mr. Lin?"

"Of course."

With one more production unit, whether it is funds, personnel or contacts, it must be more abundant, which is beneficial and harmless to the adaptation of TV dramas.

Lin Weimin happily contacted Qindao TV and explained the situation on the phone. Qindao TV verbally agreed. Such a big matter must meet and discuss in detail, but this kind of matter does not require Lin Weimin to participate.

Lin Weimin also mentioned that the script of "The Cliff" has been completed, and Jinshan is interested and wants to preview it.

Lin Weimin had no choice but to go and get the script back and hand it over to Jin Shan.

The volume of TV drama scripts is much larger than that of drama scripts. The script written by Lin Weimin has a total of 20 episodes, and the number of words in each episode exceeds 1 words, a total of more than 20 words.

Jin Shan couldn't finish watching it for a while, only watched the first five episodes, and he was overwhelmed!

"it is good!"

"With this script, our TV series will be [-]% successful!"

He got up and looked at Lin Weimin with some excitement, "I heard from friends at Renyi that you are Mr. Wan's closed disciple, Mr. Lin, and you have outstanding creative ability. Today, seeing you is really extraordinary."

"Mr. Jin, you are too praised!" Lin Weimin said humbly.

Jin Shan held the script in his hand, his expression was still excited, "We have found a treasure this time!"

He solemnly put the script into Lin Weimin's hands, "Mr. Lin, you can mail the script to Qindao TV Station first. The art committee will contact the TV station for the next thing. I will talk to the TV station after it is confirmed." You communicate."

"Ok, no problem."

After Jinshan was sent away, Lin Weimin delivered the script to the mailbox again, and this time the script really mailed away.

After completing the desk work of another work, Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, it was mid-September, and Han Zhuangzhuang brought Lin Weimin a piece of news.

Yan Ying sent the graduation joint work "Small Courtyard" by the students of the 78th grade to the mud-bombed Tokyo Film Festival to participate in the screening.

The shooting of "Small Courtyard" was completed more than half a month ago, and post-production was carried out. The finished film is about 15 minutes long. It can't be called a movie, it can only be counted as a short film.

Sending it to the film festival to participate in the exhibition is regarded as Yanying's training for the students, allowing them to experience it.

Lin Weimin helped a lot with the script of "Small Courtyard", and barely intervened in the post-production production. He knew very well that "Small Courtyard" was a work of the students, and it was already very good to get a passing evaluation. Well, no higher can be expected.

On the contrary, Han Zhuangzhuang was extremely excited. He played a supporting role in "Little Courtyard". Now that the film was sent to the Tokyo Film Festival, he was so excited that he didn't calm down until he was scolded by Lin Weimin.

"How's the preparation going?" Lin Weimin asked Han Zhuangzhuang.

Renyi's recruitment this year is scheduled for mid-September, and there are two days left before the exam.

Han Zhuangzhuang patted his chest, "Don't worry, uncle, I didn't learn for nothing these days!"

Lin Weimin habitually thought of him in the ICU, but when he thought about it, forget it, the exam is about to come, let's give the child some confidence.

"Well, that's good. Teacher Ouyang also told me that you have some talent in acting. "

Han Zhuangzhuang was pleasantly surprised: "Really? He even scolded me yesterday, saying that I am as stupid as a pig."

amount……

The slap in the face came really fast, Lin Weimin patted his nephew on the shoulder, "Get ready for these two days."

Han Zhuangzhuang's expression became serious, "Uncle, don't worry, my nephew will never embarrass you!"

He knew very well how much the old uncle owed him for his affairs.

　The update time is adjusted to [-]:[-] am.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)