1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 162 It's Right If You Haven't Read It
Go to work the next day.

The sound of the roaring motorcycle broke the calm rhythm of going to work. Lin Weimin's motorcycle attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared in the Guowen Society.

Seven o'clock in the morning is the rush hour for going to work. People come and go in the courtyard of the Guowen Society. The exquisite and masculine Yamaha 125 appears in the courtyard. Everyone pays attention to this motorcycle.

When everyone saw that the person on the motorcycle was Lin Weimin, they were not too surprised.

Lin Weimin is now considered a celebrity of the Guowen Society, and his works are published one after another, and his name is becoming more and more famous in the domestic cultural circle.

Just hearing that the number of times he has received manuscript fee bills has almost caught up with the frequency of everyone's salary.

It is not uncommon for such a person to ride a motorcycle.

For those who hate the rich, at most they would scold Shaobao.

Lin Weimin's motorcycle was parked in the bicycle shed, and many young colleagues gathered around to ask questions, not only from the back building, but also from the front building.

"Wei Min, have you never seen this motorcycle before? What brand is it?"

"Yamaha, the brand of Mud Boom."

"How much did it cost?"

This is the issue that everyone is most concerned about, and everyone is looking at Lin Weimin eagerly.

"It's not expensive, more than 2000 yuan..."

hiss~
The people around gasped. More than 2000 yuan was enough for everyone to live without food or drink for several years. Everyone was amazed.

Lin Weimin swallowed the words "Foreign Exchange Coupons", so it's better not to irritate everyone.

The people surrounding Lin Weimin are basically young people from the club, how many of them are not good at motorcycles?I looked around for a long time, and didn't disperse until it was almost time to go to work.

Lin Weimin entered the back building and met Meng Weizai.

"Have you bought a motorcycle?"

Lin Weimin said, "Ah, it's easier to ride a motorcycle."

"Shaobao, be careful when you go out."

The mouth is not forgiving, but what is hidden is concern.

"Understood, thank you leader|leader."

Today, the unit’s bicycle shed has become the focus of everyone’s attention. From time to time, young people come to visit Lin Weimin’s Yamaha.

Looking at this motorcycle full of mechanical beauty, many young people are full of excitement, and at the same time, an impulse is also sprouting.

Look at how much money this book makes. Lin Weimin bought a courtyard house in his early twenties and rode a motorcycle. What difference do we make compared to Lin Weimin?

Lin Weimin bought a motorcycle, and the side effect was that the proportion of part-time writers among the staff of the Chinese Literature Society increased by a large margin.

After get off work in the afternoon, Lin Weimin rode a motorcycle to the courtyard at No. 26 Lama Temple Street.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!" Lin Weimin stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted loudly.

Shi Tiesheng came out of the house slowly, and after shaking his wheelchair for a long time, he saw Lin Weimin and the motorcycle beside him.

Shi Tiesheng asked in surprise, "Wei Min, have you bought a motorcycle?"

"I just bought it!" Lin Weimin patted the back seat of the motorcycle, "How about taking you for a ride?"

Shi Tiesheng's eyes burst into light. Although he is physically disabled, he is a young man in his 30s and [-]s. He is naturally delighted when he sees a motorcycle.

Father Shi walked out of the door at this time, and his face was worried when he heard Lin Weimin's proposal.

"Uncle, don't worry. I've prepared everything for Tie Sheng..."

Lin Weimin took out the leather jacket and leather pants he had prepared in advance, which he bought on the way to Wangfujing that day.

It was winter, and Shi Tiesheng's legs had poor blood flow, and he was afraid of the cold.

"Come on, put it on quickly, and I'll take you around!"

Shi Lan was the first to come up to help, and Shi Tiesheng happily let his sister and Lin Weimin torment him.

While Lin Weimin and Shi Lan were dressing Shi Tiesheng, many neighbors who heard the commotion ran out to watch the commotion.

It took a long time for Lin Weimin and Shi Lan to dress Shi Tiesheng neatly. Lin Weimin first carried him into the car, then rode on the motorcycle, and tied them together with a belt.

"Tiesheng, you have to hold me tight."

Shi Tiesheng excitedly said, "I have a disabled leg, not a disabled hand."

Hearing the impatience in his voice, Lin Weimin stepped on the gas pedal, "Boom!"

The roar of the motorcycle sounded, and the children who had been watching in the yard shouted excitedly. Not only children, but even many adults stood at the door to watch the news.

They have seen motorcycles on the street, but this is the first time they have seen them in the yard.

"Sit still!"

Lin Weimin shouted, and the motorcycle flew out like an arrow off the string.

The cold wind blew past his ears, it was cold and biting, but Shi Tiesheng's heart was hot.

He has forgotten that this is the first few years of his disability, his legs cannot move, he is like a rotten dead tree, and he can only take root on the wheelchair every day.

After these years, although he has always been generous, open-minded, and insightful, he always has a little resignation.

Riding on the fast-moving motorcycle, he felt as if his heart had been watered with sweet rain, and he came alive all of a sudden, instead of the calm state, it became warm, beating and powerful, Like a mighty lion.

"Tiesheng, how do you feel?" In the cold wind, Lin Weimin's voice reached Shi Tiesheng's ears along with the wind.

He stuck it to Lin Weimin's ear and said loudly, "Very good!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Weimin let out a hearty laugh, and Shi Tiesheng was also infected when he heard his laughter.

The streets of Yanjing resounded with the laughter of the two young people.

Ten minutes later, the motorcycle heard the door of the courtyard again.

Father Shi and Shi Lan who were waiting at the gate of the courtyard hurried to pick up Shi Tiesheng. Lin Weimin took off the belt, carried Shi Tiesheng onto the wheelchair, touched his legs, and said with a smile, "It's still warm!"

Shi Tiesheng was in a good mood, "Your leather pants will still work."

"If it works, I'll send it to you!"

Lin Weimin threw the leather jacket and pants to Shi Lan, and said, "This will be the jersey I will take you for a ride from now on."

Shi Tiesheng didn't understand Lin Weimin's real purpose for taking him for a ride until now, a warm current surged in his heart, and his eyes were hot.

"For the people..."

Lin Weimin pretended to be casual and turned his head to Shi Lan and said, "Put it away for your brother, don't break it."

Shi Lan was delighted to see the exquisite leather jacket, and hugged her tightly, "Brother Lin, don't worry, I will definitely put it away for my brother."

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair and yelled, "Let's go, hurry up, it's too cold, freeze it for me now, let my uncle make dumplings for me tonight."

Father Shi smiled happily, "Okay, let's make dumplings tonight."

A few days later, the New Year's Day holiday is over.

The official release of the first issue of "Contemporary" this year gave the authors a pleasant surprise. In the preface of this issue, Qin Chaoyang, in the name of the editor-in-chief, promised the writers that in the new year, "Contemporary" Manuscripts will be returned after the authors' work is published.

"Contemporary" has a large number of readers all over the country, and the number of authors is definitely not as many as readers, but their influence on "Contemporary" is the same.

As a publication, the author and readers are the two ends of the balance, and if one side is missing, the balance will be out of balance.

As soon as the news came out, whether it was the author who planned to contribute to "Contemporary" or the author who had contributed to "Contemporary", they all rejoiced.

This initiative of the editorial department is not only a promise, but also reflects their care and concern for the majority of writers.

This wave of operations can be said to have given a wave of goodwill to the editorial department of "Contemporary", and the difficulty of drafting manuscripts will be greatly reduced in the future.

But what followed was an increase in workload.

"Wei Min, did you read the short story I put on the table yesterday?"

"No!"

"Didn't you still watch it?" Yao Shuzhi grabbed Lin Weimin and wouldn't let him go.

"I put it back for you after reading it!"

"Then why is it gone?"

"I don't know, you can look for it carefully."

In the past few days, conversations like this in the editorial department have occurred from time to time.

Yao Shuzhi was upset and searched for the manuscript for a long time, finally found it, and then threw the blame on Lin Weimin.

"It's all your fault for coming up with this bad idea. I'm so stressed that I'm going to die. I'm afraid that some manuscript will be lost or disappear!"

Lin Weimin replied: "Then you can only blame yourself for being careless. Why didn't I lose the manuscript? Why didn't Teacher Rong lose the manuscript? You lose it!"

Yao Shuzhi gave Lin Weimin a vicious look.

While the two were arguing, there was a knock on the office door.

Lin Weimin went to open the door, and there was a tall young man standing outside the door, almost reaching the door frame.

On such a cold day, he wore a sweater and a coat over it, which made people feel chilly all over.

"Hello, I'm looking for Teacher Lin Weimin!" said the young man.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "I am Lin Weimin."

The young man's expression was a little surprised, and he said, "Mr. Lin, I'm Ma Yuan."

A young face full of confidence.

Lin Weimin pretended to recall, and after a long time, he said: "Oh, Ma Yuan, I have an impression, please come in."

Ma Yuan's self-confidence faltered, and he entered the office silently. He looked inside first.

Seeing that the editors were all working with their heads down, and the office was silent, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea, "I remember your manuscript was not accepted, what's the matter with you coming to the editorial department?"

Ma Yuan's breath became disordered again, he was brewing well when he was at the door, but he didn't expect to speak before, and he was almost ruined.

"I came here to have a face-to-face exchange with you, Mr. Lin." Ma Yuan cut to the chase.

"I remember that you are a student of the Department of Literature of Liaodong University. Are you still on vacation?" Lin Weimin asked suddenly.

Ma Yuan was caught off guard again, "It's going to be a holiday soon. I don't have anything to do recently. I came to Yanjing just after the exam."

"Just to see me? It's vacation, why don't you want to go home and see your family?"

"I'll see you before I go home."

"Oh." Lin Weimin picked up the teacup, "Have a sip of tea."

Ma Yuan hesitated for a moment, bowed his head and took a sip of tea, the rhythm of the conversation was completely taken away by Lin Weimin.

He decided to regain some momentum for himself, and he said in a very sure and irrefutable tone: "The greatest writer in the world is Hawthorne!"

Lin Weimin put down his teacup and looked at Ma Yuan, "It makes sense!"

Ok?
Ma Yuan was stunned, what do you mean?
Did I say Hawthorne is the greatest writer in the world?

Shouldn't you argue a few words?Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, big brother!
Seeing Ma Yuan's bewildered expression, Lin Weimin felt secretly refreshed, that's right, is the young man buzzing?

"By the way, I remember you said in your letter that you have read more than 2000 novels. Have you read "Leaping Frog"?"

Ma Yuan was stunned again, but he couldn't remember it after searching all over his memory.

"That's it!" Lin Weimin's tone seemed a little regretful, and he asked again: "What about "Dune"?"

Ma Yuan's brain activated again, and after thinking about it for a long time, he realized to his dismay that he still hadn't read it.

Lin Weimin seemed to want to ask about another work, but his expression was a bit unbearable, and he finally sighed and said, "Your reading scope is a bit narrow!"

Ma Yuan was immediately ashamed, wishing he could get into a crack in the ground on the spot.

He has really read two thousand novels, but he has never heard of the two works mentioned by Lin Weimin. Are they famous?
Ma Yuan was also embarrassed to ask, afraid that if he did, it would be really big if someone introduced him to him, and he would really feel ashamed.

Lin Weimin observed the changes in Ma Yuan's expression and was very satisfied.

You're right if you haven't seen it.

The two books he asked about, one is a lesser-known work by Edgar Allan Poe, the originator of mystery novels, and the other is a science fiction novel that is despised in China. Strange.

(End of this chapter)