1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 163 1982 is Coming
Not only these two novels, Mr. Lin also prepared no less than ten novels of various genres for Ma Yuan, most of which are of high quality, not well-known, or not well-known in China.

In this way, on the one hand, it can get rid of Ma Yuan's arrogance and self-confidence, and on the other hand, even if he refuses to accept it afterwards and come to read it, he will not be disappointed and have prejudice against himself.

A simple sentence destroyed Ma Yuan's arrogance and self-confidence, and the next thing was easy to talk about.

Ma Yuan hadn't had time to speak out, he was talking about the trivial things of the parents, Lin Weimin spent more than half an hour, and basically got the bottom of this kid, even the bad things he did in school.

Of course, in the end, Mr. Lin inevitably encouraged and encouraged Ma Yuan.

"Your previous novel still has many advantages. It can be seen that you have talent in writing. But talent can't be wasted, and you have to keep writing."

Ma Yuan said convincingly: "Thanks to the comments you wrote to me last time, Mr. Lin, I have read those comments carefully and feel that I have learned a lot."

"Are you here to bring the manuscript this time?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Ma Yuan's face.

In fact, he came this time mainly to have a good debate with Lin Weimin, but as a result, he was still thinking about his manuscript, and Ma Yuan couldn't help but feel ashamed of his petty thinking.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Weimin already had the answer in his heart. He patted Ma Yuan's shoulder indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter. You can write it at any time. Welcome to continue to contribute to our "Contemporary"."

Ma Yuan nodded heavily, and made up his mind that in the future, he will recognize "Contemporary" and Mr. Lin when he submits manuscripts.

After chatting about the manuscript, Lin Weimin asked again with a smile: "Are you planning to spend a few days in Yanjing this time? Where do you live?"

Ma Yuan said embarrassingly: "I'm not going to play, I just plan to visit the editorial department and then go back."

"So you don't have a place to live yet?"

Ma Yuan nodded.

Lin Weimin thought for a while, and said: "It's hard to come to Yanjing, how can I leave without staying for two days? How about this, first stay in our guest house upstairs, have a good time in Yanjing for these two days, and then go!"

Ma Yuan suddenly became happy. Of course, he came to Yanjing not because he didn't want to play, but because he did it on a temporary basis. He didn't even have a letter of introduction, so he couldn't live in a guest house.

Lin Weimin's arrangement warmed his heart and filled him with gratitude.

"It's been cold recently, so I'll treat you to a meal of Dong Lai Shun tonight, so I'll treat you as a welcome!" Lin Weimin said, patting Ma Yuan on the shoulder.

Ma Yuan was excited, good guy, this is free of charge.

He really regretted that he didn't bring an article to "Contemporary", even if he edited it, he edited one.

How embarrassing to eat and drink like this!

Ma Yuan's heart is full of respect and love for Teacher Lin.

From now on, Teacher Lin will be my guiding light in the literary world.

A few days later, I sent away Ma Yuan, who was reluctant to miss Shu, and it was halfway through the twelfth lunar month.

It was only when I chatted with my colleagues at work that I realized that the new year is coming.

At this time, all the offices and factories have entered a state of laziness, and the same is true for the Guowen Society.

During this period of time, Lin Weimin basically had a three-point cycle of home, Chinese cultural society, and Renyi. The rehearsal of "Farewell My Concubine" was carried out in an orderly manner, and Renyi planned to strive for a public performance in the first half of this year.

Compared with the preparation and rehearsal time of "Untouchable", "Farewell My Concubine" took much more effort, which shows that Renyi attaches great importance to this play.

It is no wonder that Renyi attaches great importance to "Farewell My Concubine". The April issue of "People's Literature", which published "Farewell My Concubine" at the beginning of the year, has already sold more than one million copies. The 30 copies were sold out in less than two months, and 50 copies were reprinted, and there is a tendency to sell out at the end of the year.

The popularity of "Farewell My Concubine" across the country is shocking. Looking at the domestic literary world in [-], Lu Yao's "Life" is probably the only one that can compare with it.

Compared with Lin Weimin, who has developed steadily in the past two years and has accumulated a lot of knowledge, Lu Yao, a writer who was originally unknown, is more like a model who became famous overnight.

He really made his appearance in front of readers across the country, probably because he published the novel "A Thrilling Scene" in "Contemporary", which received quite a lot of praise. The editor-in-chief of "Contemporary" Qin Chaoyang even wrote an article to encourage Lu Yao.

Then "Life" was published in "Contemporary", as if a stone had broken the sky, and readers all over the country remembered this writer named Lu Yao and his novel "Life" in just a few months.

This issue of "Contemporary", which published "Life", also achieved amazing sales, even greater than the addition of "Farewell My Concubine" to "People's Literature", and it seems to be the same in terms of folk influence.

The reason for this gap is mainly reflected in the subject matter and content being close to the people.

Lin Weimin's handling of the works may have been very popular, but in terms of subject matter, "Farewell My Concubine" has inherent disadvantages compared with "Life".

"Life" takes the urban and rural life on the northern Shaanxi plateau as the background. The protagonist Gao Jialin returns to the land, leaves the land, and returns to the land, such a life change process.The emotional entanglement between Gao Jialin, Liu Qiaozhen, a rural girl, and Huang Yaping, an urban girl, is the main contradiction in the development of the story, and it also reflects the tragedy of that difficult choice.

In the past few decades, the tide of going to the countryside has affected hundreds of millions of ordinary people across the country, and these young and middle-aged people who have experienced the years of educated youth happen to be the main force of the current literature tide.

Works like "Life" are too intimate for them.

Although a little suspected of being robbed of the limelight, Lin Weimin is the author of "Farewell My Concubine" and the editor-in-chief of "Life". He is equally happy with the reception of these two works.

Recently, there has been a new trend in the society.

Prepare to hold the national excellent short story selection conference in March.

This award activity began in the spring of 1979, and it was the first time that a national novel award activity was held in China, sponsored by "People's Literature".

The first award-winning works include "Scar", "Class Teacher", "Why the Rider Sings His Mother", etc. A total of 25 short stories were awarded.

The scope of selection is from works published from September 77 to October 9. Generally speaking, the works are very social but not literary.

Lin Weimin's "One Penny Matter" was one of the 25 works in the second session, including many students from the Institute of Literature and Literature. It was also because they won the second National Excellent Short Story Award that they were qualified for further training.

In March 81, Lin Weimin's "The Death of Yula" won the third National Excellent Short Story Award again. He is the only writer who has won two consecutive Excellent Short Story Awards.

This selection is the fourth and will be the last for this award.

Lin Weimin has no works selected. For more than a year, all of his works have been medium-length.

But it doesn't matter, the National Excellent Novella Award organized by the All-China Literary Association will also be selected after the year, and everyone agrees that Lin Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine" will win the award is a certainty.

Of course, Lu Yao's "Life" has a higher chance of winning.

A few days before the Chinese New Year, Qu Xiaowei asked Lin Weimin to have dinner, and also made an appointment with Zheng Guo.

During the cold weather, Donglaishun is of course the first choice for food.

A group of people took their seats, Qu Xiaowei took Liu Haiyan, Zheng Guo took Yao Shuzhi, Lin Weimin took... Han Zhuangzhuang.

Qu Xiaowei felt irritating looking at it, "I said, you uncle and nephew, at least one of you can bring a girlfriend! It stands to reason that our conditions are not too bad!"

Han Zhuangzhuang also learned a lot, and said: "If my uncle doesn't look for it, how can I look for it?"

"Zhuang Zhuang is a filial child!" Qu Xiaowei teased.

Lin Weimin said: "I don't want to be hanged by a tree early like you."

Liu Haiyan and Yao Shuzhi rolled their eyes at his words, and Yao Shuzhi said, "You have to be able to hang yourself if you want to!"

Several people laughed, and the laughter was full of discrimination against single people.

Lin Weimin was a little depressed, when will the 83 years pass!

After joking for a while, everyone talked about the topic.

Today is a rare gathering of friends, and it is indispensable to talk about the changes and feelings of this year.

Qu Xiaowei is still at work waiting to die, but fortunately his girlfriend Liu Haiyan has been transferred from Jinling to Yanjing, and the two plan to get married in the next year, and when they talk about it with a sweet face, it makes Lin Weimin feel terrified.

Qu Xiaowei's family is in good condition, even the wedding room has been set up, so there is no need for the young couple to worry about it.

Zheng Guo followed his father to Beijing, behaved in a low-key (kou) and low-key (men) manner as before, and had a stable relationship with Yao Shuzhi, but the two hadn't considered marriage yet.

When it was Lin Weimin's turn, he had nothing to say, he was obsessed with his career and had no time for others.

This year, although the novel only completed "The Wind", I wrote the script of "Farewell My Concubine" and the script of "The Cliff". I promised that Yu Zhaohuai's novel is still being written, and it has become It's a long story, and it's estimated that I won't be able to finish it until a few years later.

It should be said that this year, the creative achievements are still very rich, at least the manuscript fees are so enviable that Qu Xiaowei and Zheng Guo are almost falling down.

"Dog Dahu, he even drove a motorcycle."

While chatting, Qu Xiaowei looked at the motorcycle parked outside the window, and said viciously, his eyes were full of envy and hatred.

"It's not just a motorcycle, you forgot, he also bought a second courtyard, which is next to the Forbidden City." Yao Shuzhi reminded.

"Don't tell me I almost forgot." Qu Xiaowei remembered now, and said to Lin Weimin, "Why don't you go into Zhong|South|South China Sea?"

Lin Weimin has a relaxed face, it's not the time to be ridiculed for being single.

"This is the biggest difference between me and you. You put your energy on women, wasting your time and ruining your body. As for me, I put my energy on writing and reaped career and honor."

"Bah!" Liu Haiyan spat at Lin Weimin, "What career and honor? I think it's money and fame."

Qu Xiaowei smiled and hugged Liu Haiyan, "My wife is right, he is just a layman!"

It was Han Zhuangzhuang's turn to make a summary. He said, "Thanks to my uncle, I entered Renyi this year and even changed my bicycle. Next year I will save money to marry a wife, and then I will bring my father to Yanjing."

Zheng Guo praised: "Zhuang Zhuang is a filial child."

Lin Weimin raised his glass at this time, "Come on! The end of the year is coming to an end, and the 81 year is coming to an end. Let's toast together to wish us and our family in 82 years good health and all the best."

Everyone clinked glasses. At this moment, no one felt that Lin Weimin's toast was tacky.

Good health and good luck is everyone's greatest wish.

The wine glasses collided with each other, jingling, like the sound of joyous firecrackers coming from outside.

1982, it's coming.

(End of this chapter)