1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 170 A Good Work That Washes People's Hearts
The moment Lin Weimin came in, the reception hall became more and more lively.

In addition to the award-winning writers, the editors in charge of their respective award-winning works and the editor-in-chief of the publications came to the awards ceremony today. These editors can't wait to introduce the excellent writers trained by the publications to the experienced seniors.

This kind of introduction is completely different from the mixed circles of later generations. Whether it is editor-in-chief or editor-in-chief, everyone does not name their names or seek profit, just to give young people a chance.

Lin Weimin is a member of the Guowen Society. He was recommended by Wei Junyi, and he almost knows the bosses present.

When he was saying hello, he saw Huang Anyi walking in with two middle-aged men.

Wei Junyi asked softly: "Wei Min, I remember that your "One Penny Matter" was published on "Zhong Shan", right?"

"That's right." Lin Weimin didn't know what Wei Junyi meant by asking this question.

She gestured to Lin Weimin, and walked towards the two middle-aged men who brought Huang Anyi in.

When he got closer, Wei Junyi greeted him: "Mr. Haixiao, Zhaohuai!"

"Comrade Junyi!"

The two parties are obviously old acquaintances, Wei Junyi pointed to Lin Weimin and said: "Let me introduce to you, this is Comrade Lin Weimin, and his maiden work was published in your "Zhongshan"."

Only then did Lin Weimin understand why Wei Junyi brought him here, and he warmly stretched out his hands to shake hands with Hai Xiao and Yu Zhaohuai respectively.

"Oh, Teacher Yu, I finally met you!"

Lin Weimin is grateful to Yu Zhaohuai, the Bole, and also grateful to "Zhongshan", the magazine that published his work for the first time.

The two sides exchanged a few pleasantries, and Yu Zhaohuai couldn't help mentioning that he had asked Lin Weimin for a draft some time ago. Hearing that Lin Weimin abruptly wrote the short story that he had promised Yu Zhaohuai into a long one, and made him wait for half a year, everyone around laughed loudly. .

It didn't take long for this incident to spread throughout the reception hall and become a joke among everyone. It is estimated that it will inevitably spread among the domestic literary circles in the future.

Lin Weimin tried his best to invite Hai Xiao and Yu Zhaohuai to have dinner together in the evening, but the two politely declined because they had something to do, and after a few more words, they took Huang Anyi to meet Balao.

Huang Anyi's "The Passage" that won the Outstanding Novella Award this time was published on "Zhong Shan", which is why she appeared behind Hai Xiao and Yu Zhaohuai.

As a native of Shanghai, Huang Anyi had an innate advantage in the reception hall because Balao was there.

After a round of greetings, everyone who should know knew each other, and Wei Junyi took Lin Weimin out of the reception hall.

It was already noon when Lin Weimin came out from the important place of state affairs, and Lin Weimin couldn't help complaining in his heart because he was hungry. He didn't even entertain a meal.
Wei Junyi had to go to work in the afternoon, so she went back to the Guowen Society first.

Lin Weimin stayed where he was and waited for a few old acquaintances, first Tan Chaoyang led Lu Yao out, then Jin Ying, Huang Anyi and Jiang Zilong.

Everyone just finished their gathering yesterday, and each of them has a party tonight, and several of them plan to leave Yanjing tomorrow.

I can't deliver it, so I can only say goodbye here.

After waving goodbye to a few classmates, Lin Weimin was left with Tan Chaoyang and Lu Yao.

Lu Yao pulled Lin Weimin aside and got down to business.

"Pay some manuscript fees in advance, and the travel expenses are gone when I go back."

Lin Weimin was surprised: "You have no money?"

Last year, Lu Yao published two novellas "In Difficult Days" and "Life". The manuscript fee for "Life" alone was 300 yuan, and the sum of the two novellas was at least [-]. Actually asked him to pay the manuscript fee in advance?

Lu Yao said embarrassedly: "Recently, the expenses have been a bit high."

Lin Weimin thought that you are not a little older.

More than 2000 yuan is enough for an ordinary family in this era to save for ten years, but this guy actually spent it in less than a year.

Not mentioning the manuscript fee, Lu Yao's salary is actually not low in this era, 66 yuan.

Lin Weimin looked Lu Yao's white clothes up and down, admiring him a little.

How do you manage to spend so much money and not see any effect of spending money?

In fact, Lin Weimin also knows Lu Yao well, and his spending of money is basically "poor and generous".

He is very addicted to cigarettes, smoking more than two packs a day, and he will never give in. He smokes only good cigarettes.

When he came to Yanjing this time, Lin Weimin found that he liked drinking coffee, the "three-in-one" instant coffee bag.

Don't look at the cheap stuff in later generations, but it is expensive in this year.

Another thing is about eating. Lin Weimin recently heard from people on the third floor that Lu Yao would often drag people to the coffee shop in Yanjing City to eat Western-style breakfast.There are not even coffee shops at this time, so going to a coffee shop for breakfast is of course a high cost, and it costs nearly ten yuan for two people to eat breakfast.

"Can't you save some money?" Lin Weimin persuaded.

Lu Yao brought out his set of fallacies again, "Weimin, you don't understand, the biggest enemy of people from our background is that we look down on ourselves. I need an extra publicity to offset my extra inferiority complex."

Lin Weimin was completely helpless, and said: "Don't pay the manuscript fee in advance, it's so troublesome. Let me lend you 2000 yuan first, anyway, the manuscript fee for "Life" will come down soon, and I can directly deduct it when the time comes."

Lu Yao said happily: "No problem, you should be happy for the people!"

"Happy you hammer! Let me tell you, don't just think about your own happiness, don't forget your sister-in-law and eldest niece at home."

"Don't worry, every time I send out the manuscript fee, I will leave living expenses for them."

Lin Weimin took Lu Yao to the bank and withdrew 2000 yuan for him.

The bustling national awards ceremony for excellent short stories and novels was over. Lin Weimin had nothing to do this afternoon. He had asked for leave anyway and didn't plan to go to work. He rode a motorcycle to No. 26 Lama Temple Street.

In late March, Yanjing's cold winter was still struggling, but in this small courtyard surrounded by four sides, spring had already moved in.

After getting rid of the hustle and bustle of the awards ceremony, after entering the small courtyard, a quiet and peaceful atmosphere made Lin Weimin relax.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Shi Tiesheng slowly shook the wheelchair and pushed open the door.

Lin Weimin said: "The weather is so nice, don't be bored in the house, go to the courtyard."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pushed Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair to the courtyard.

"The awards are over?" Shi Tiesheng asked.

"It's over, the flowers are blooming like a brocade, the enthusiasm is unprecedented, it is a victory meeting!"

Shi Tiesheng was amused by Lin Weimin's words, "Why do you feel that you are stimulated?"

"No, just a little feeling."

Shi Tiesheng joked: "Winning the award, my consciousness has really improved. Let me have a look at the certificate."

Seeing the certificate of merit, Lin Weimin handed it to Shi Tiesheng.

He admired it for a long time, with a bit of envy in his eyes, "That's great!"

"You write well, and greater honor is waiting for you." Lin Weimin said firmly.

Shi Tiesheng laughed, "I don't even know where your confidence comes from, but you're still talking nonsense."

"Can't I be a good wish?"

"Well, that's a good reason."

After basking in the sun for more than half an hour, father Shi made a meal and asked the two of them to eat.

After lunch, Shi Tiesheng asked Lin Weimin to go to his desk to help him get the manuscript.

"The manuscript I just finished, how about you take a look at it for me?"

"Is there a new work? Is it efficient!"

Lin Weimin sat beside Shi Tiesheng's bed with a smile on his face, and looked at the manuscript.

"... I fed cattle for two years when I was in the queue, and that was in Qingping Bay, a small mountain village in northern Shaanxi.

... The old man who stopped the cow with me was surnamed Bai.In northern Shaanxi dialect, "Bai" has the sound of "Po", so we all call him "Po Old Man".

... During the Ching Ming Festival, I fell ill, and my waist and legs hurt badly.At that time, I only thought it was sciatic nerve pain or strained lumbar muscles, but I didn’t expect it to develop to such a serious level now..."

Lin Weimin spent more than an hour reading the manuscript, and then counted the pages. The format of the manuscript paper is fixed, and the full text is more than 1000 words, which is considered to be the most in Shi Tiesheng's works.

"Tiesheng, is this a novel?"

Shi Tiesheng nodded.

Lin Weimin also nodded and agreed that this work should be regarded as Shi Tiesheng's autobiographical novel.

The novel uses lyrical prose to describe his memories of the queue jumping life, and reproduces the story of Qingping Bay, a small mountain village on the Loess Plateau in his memory, and a "broken old man" of a cowherd.

"What do you think?" Shi Tiesheng asked expectantly.

With a slight smile on his face, Lin Weimin said: "Good work, leave it to us "Contemporary"."

Shi Tiesheng asked: "I want to hear your evaluation."

Lin Weimin thought for a while and said: "Positive and optimistic, warm and full of emotion, it makes people unconsciously immersed in reading it."

Shi Tiesheng clapped his hands and said, "This evaluation is really high!"

"Of course!" Lin Weimin looked at Shi Tiesheng seriously, "Tiesheng, you wrote a good work that can cleanse people's hearts, and it must be passed down."

Shi Tiesheng quickly waved his hand, "Stop boasting, stop boasting, I'm afraid I'll laugh."

Having said that, Shi Tiesheng couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

"Laugh if you want to. Of course you have to be happy when you write a good piece of work."

Then the two talked for a long time about the novel "My Distant Qingping Bay". It was not until the end of dinner that Lin Weimin came out of Shi Tiesheng's house.

Back at Shichahai Courtyard, Han Zhuangzhuang had already left work. He looked at the award certificate brought back by Lin Weimin for a long time, and was sincerely happy for Lin Weimin.

"Uncle, where do you think this award should be posted?"

"What is there to post?"

Han Zhuangzhuang was surprised and said, "No post? Then what's the point of winning the certificate?"

Lin Weimin was speechless for a while, "Then how do you stick it?"

"Or, just post it in my room."

"What are you doing in your house?"

"I'm also smug with your literary spirit. People in our unit say that you are the Wenqu star descending from the sky."

"Does your unit still have such feudal remnants?"

"Don't change the subject, can you?"

"Okay, post it."

Lin Weimin still affirms his great nephew's eagerness to learn.

"Left point down, point down..."

Just as Lin Weimin was instructing his elder nephew to post awards, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard.

　Every day.Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription, ask for encouragement!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)