1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 160 Do you understand?

What does a creator need most?
Usually someone will say it is inspiration, but inspiration is just a lead. What really detonates the birth of a work should be the creator's full immersion in it.

But it is precisely because of this that it is likely to cause serious self-appreciation and self-indulgence.

Therefore, a good creator must have the ability to jump out of himself and examine his own works from a third perspective.

Perhaps because of time travel, Lin Weimin has always been calm and restrained in this regard.

Although the novel promised to Yu Zhaohuai gave him a burst of inspiration, it was almost done in one go.

But looking back, I still found many problems in the novel, and Lin Weimin still ruthlessly deleted and revised it.

After deleting and deleting, Lin Weimin felt that he should add more, and this addition lasted for nearly a month, until Yu Zhaohuai called again.

"Yes yes yes, it was originally a short story, but I think it can be expanded into a novella as I write it, please wait a little longer, please take care."

After hanging up the phone, Tan Chaoyang asked Lin Weimin, "I remember, didn't you promise to write a short story?"

Lin Weimin spread his hands and said, "I can't help it, inspiration has come, it would be a waste to just write a short story."

"Alas!" Tan Chaoyang looked at his expression and cursed with a smile.

"Aren't you very efficient? Why did it take so long to write a novella this time?"

Lin Weimin said: "The story this time is a bit absurd, so I have to write it down, otherwise it will easily become absurd. Let's delete, delete, and modify it, slow down."

Qin Zhaoyang praised: "It's alright, I'm really getting more and more mature now."

The maturity he refers to is the ability to have self-control in creation, which is commendable for a creator.

When he was about to get off work, Ma Kemeng found the Guowen Society.

"Old horse, why are you here?"

"Forest!"

Mark came up and gave Lin Weimin a hug first, and then said: "Tomorrow is Christmas, we are going to Yanjing Hotel, there will be Christmas activities there tonight, I want to invite you to go together, how about it?"

Mark Meng came all the way to invite him, how could Lin Weimin refuse, "Okay!"

But he thought of his eldest nephew who was alone at home, "Can I bring someone else?"

Ma Kemeng froze for a moment, seemed to think of something, and asked, "Male or female?"

"Man, my nephew, what's the matter?"

Mark Meng seemed relieved, "It's nothing, you're welcome."

"Okay, then it's settled."

When Ma Kemeng left, Lin Weimin thought that these foreigners seemed to be giving some presents for Christmas. Now that they have gone, they still have to prepare something.

When he was about to get off work, he walked a little early and went to Yilai Wangfujing to buy some Chinese-style gifts that foreigners like, and also bought some other things by the way.

Back home at night, Lin Weimin told Han Zhuangzhuang about going to Yanjing Hotel to join in the fun tomorrow, and Han Zhuangzhuang was very excited.

"Uncle, how is Christmas for foreigners?"

Lin Weimin thought for a while, "Except for not setting off firecrackers, it's similar to our Spring Festival."

Han Zhuangzhuang was full of anticipation, but the old uncle didn't know that he had rehearsals tomorrow night.

But Han Zhuangzhuang didn't plan to say, he planned to skip tomorrow night's rehearsal and complained of diarrhea when he asked for leave.

This matter must not be told to the old uncle, otherwise there will be a scolding.

The next day is December 12, the so-called Christmas Eve in the West.

In China in the 80s, except for some specific places, no one paid attention to these things.

Before it was time to get off work that day, Han Zhuangzhuang went to the Guowen Society.

Lin Weimin didn't have to think that this kid must have run out early, and wanted to scold him, but he couldn't say anything when he thought he was the one who invited him.

The uncle and nephew rode a bicycle to the direction of Yanjing Hotel.

"Uncle, I plan to buy a bicycle for the Chinese New Year."

"Have you saved enough money?" Lin Weimin asked.

"I've already saved enough!" Han Zhuangzhuang's tone was somewhat proud.

He had money in his hands when he was in school, and he lived and ate at Lin Weimin's house for the past few months. Except for the occasional grocery shopping, his monthly salary was a net surplus. It was not difficult to save a bicycle.

"What do you think of my bike?"

"Pretty good!"

"The old uncle betrayed you."

"Sell me?"

Han Zhuang turned his head to look at Lin Weimin in shock.

"Look at the road, watch me | what are you doing?" Lin Weimin thumped his back.

Han Zhuangzhuang turned his head back and muttered, "Old uncle, you are not kind!"

"Fart! You eat my food and drink mine, is it too much for me to sell you a bicycle?

Besides, I've only been riding this bike for a year, and it's new!Tickets are not required, where can you find such a good deal? "

Han Zhuangzhuang knew that he couldn't talk to the old uncle, so he said in a muffled voice, "Then how much do you want?"

"One hundred and five!"

"Why don't you go grab it?"

Han Zhuangzhuang was angry. Is this still my uncle?
"Then how much did you say?"

"sixty."

"You black-hearted thing!"

"The eighty?"

"One price, 100 yuan, I don't need a ticket."

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a long time, "Okay."

Lin Weimin scolded: "Don't make it look like you have suffered a loss."

Han Zhuangzhuang muttered again, "Don't expect me to take care of you in the future."

Lin Weimin thumped the boy twice.

"Uncle, then you sold me your bicycle, what are you riding?" Han Zhuangzhuang suddenly remembered and asked.

"Uncle, let's change the motorcycle."

motorcycle?
Han Zhuangzhuang thought that the halazi was about to flow out.

Riding a motorcycle on the street these days is much more attractive than driving a BMW or Mercedes-Benz in later generations.

It's not a question of price, but of rarity.

Even if you walk around Yanjing City for a day, you may not be able to see a few motorcycles.

In the past few years, many domestic motorcycles were imported, and they were placed in the windows of department stores, and it was not always possible to sell a few motorcycles a year.

That is, this year, Jialing Factory signed a technical cooperation contract with Nihong Honda to jointly produce CJ50 in the Chinese market. Since then, the price of domestic motorcycles has gradually become more affordable to the people.

But in the time period of the end of 81, this thing is still extremely expensive for ordinary people in this year!
A Yamaha 125 with an imported four-stroke engine is displayed in the window of Wangfujing Department Store. The price is 3800 yuan. Even if it is the salary of a senior cadre, you have to save for three years without eating or drinking to afford it.

The idea of ​​changing to a motorcycle came to Lin Weimin yesterday when he went to Wangfujing to buy gifts. Looking at the Yamaha 125 in the window, Lin Weimin felt that he could not change to a four-wheeled car for the time being, and it would be nice to get a motorcycle for riding. Yes, it saves effort!
He is not short of money now, and his pursuit of wealth is not to the point of devoting everything just to add value, he has to enjoy the money he makes.

He doesn't want to do things that cost his life but spend his life!
When we came to the gate of Yanjing Hotel, there were especially many foreigners coming in and out of the gate of the hotel today.

Ma Kemeng led Lin Weimin's uncle and nephew into the restaurant. Lin Weimin saw a few young foreigners in the restaurant, Xiao Hei Yangzi, Yin Geli, Cao Mengde, Feng Xiaolong, plus Ma Kemeng, these five people often get together The active group is also the five foreign students who are most familiar with Lin Weimin.

Little Hei Yangzi was a little shy when he saw Lin Weimin, so he only called out "Jun Lin" softly, and sat next to Yin Geli and stopped talking.

The eyes of several people moved ambiguously on the two of them, but Lin Weimin stared back viciously.

A few people came to the restaurant on the seventh floor of the west building. Today, there are lights and festoons here, as well as a Christmas tree. Even the service staff are wearing Santa Claus hats, which is full of festive and festive atmosphere.

The restaurant was almost full of foreigners, Lin Weimin and the others finally found an empty seat.

On such an occasion today, the two Chinese, Lin Weimin's uncle and nephew, have become existences at first glance.

After being seated, Lin Weimin distributed the gifts he bought to everyone one by one, and he also accepted the gifts from everyone.

Gifts are not expensive, what matters is the intention and process.

Today's meal is AA for several foreign students. Ma Kemeng originally wanted to invite Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang, but he invited them.

Lin Weimin quickly rejected him, the little brother didn't understand Han Zhuangzhuang's strength, Lin Weimin was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand the excitement.

When ordering, everyone said that they couldn't eat that much, but Lin Weimin still ordered three more dishes, "It's okay, it's okay, these dishes are ours alone."

After the dishes were served, everyone knew why Lin Weimin ordered three more dishes.

Han Zhuangzhuang was really in awe when he was eating, not to mention the amount of food, but he could tell the difference just by looking at his posture.

Just like watching food broadcasts in later generations, everyone's appetite has been boosted after watching him eat so deliciously.

While everyone was eating, more than a dozen performers in suits and dresses, carrying musical instruments, walked into the restaurant.

"This is a performance specially prepared by the restaurant tonight." Ma Kemeng said in a low voice.

The service of the five-star hotel was really good. Lin Weimin kicked Han Zhuangzhuang, telling him to eat slowly, thinking about enjoying the show.

Today is Christmas for Westerners, and the hotel specially invited performers from national-level orchestras, and there were even people who announced the curtain at the beginning of the performance.

The treatment of foreigners in China is indeed a bit too superior.

Ordinary people pay money to watch this stuff, but foreigners enjoy it for free after dinner.

While enjoying the free high-quality programs, Ma Kemeng said to Lin Weimin, "Lin, do you know? Uncle Qiao Sen asked my Chinese teacher in the United States to translate your novel."

Lin Weimin's first reaction was that the foreigner Qiao Sen wanted to pirate his book.

Thinking about being amused by his own thoughts again, he looked at Mark Meng.

Mark Meng looked at him seriously and said, "I think he probably wants to publish your book."

Lin Weimin thought of the time when Qiao Sen visited the Guowen Society. Could it be that time that Qiao Sen, an old Mi, understood?

He doesn't quite understand this kind of brain circuit, but who knows, if people want to translate, they can translate. As long as it is not illegally published or pirated, it has nothing to do with him.

Lin Weimin guessed that Qiao Sen probably wanted to understand the content of "Farewell My Concubine" carefully before making specific comments.

There was a little expectation in his heart.

(End of this chapter)