1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 180
The applause like a tsunami in the Capital Theater finally calmed down, but the mood of the audience could not be completely calmed down so quickly. Everyone invariably discussed the plot of the play with familiar or unfamiliar audiences around them, and even forgot to leave the stage.

The lights in the theater were on for a long time before the first audience began to leave.

Gradually, the audience left the theater bit by bit.

Lin Weimin, who was sitting in the front row, had to say hello to leaders, reporters, and critics under the introduction of the leaders of Humanities and Arts. After dealing with it for more than ten minutes, he took the time to say hello to Mr. Wan.

"Teacher, isn't the rehearsal for this play good?" Lin Weimin asked with a bit of complacency.

Looking at his appearance, Mr. Wan was rarely shocked, but nodded in affirmation: "It's really good, Shan Zun has put his heart into it."

Ouyang Shanzun at the side hurriedly said a few words of modesty, and he still didn't forget to ask Lin Weimin, "It's all written by Mr. Lin."

"Mr. Ouyang, you are polite."

Mr. Wan smiled and said, "Okay, you two don't flatter each other. Both of you have done a good job in your work, can you?"

Several people looked at each other and smiled.

"Farewell My Concubine" is a big play, and the drama lasted for three hours. The Capital Theater started at 07:30, and there was a lot of delay after the curtain call. It was already eleven o'clock.

Lin Weimin was afraid that Mr. Wan would be tired, "Teacher, why don't I take you back first."

Mr. Wan said: "You don't need to deliver it. It's too late today. I asked for a car when I came out. I can go out by myself."

At the level of Mr. Wan, there is a special car, but the old man seldom uses it. Today, in order to support Lin Weimin, it can be regarded as enjoying a treat.

Lin Weimin insisted on sending Mr. Wan out of the theater, and watched him get into the car before returning to the Capital Theater.

At this time, the audience in the Capital Theater had already retreated completely, only the theater staff were still cleaning. It was too late today, and these staff were also working very hard.

When Lin Weimin came backstage, the actors were as excited as ever. Some actors didn't even take off their makeup, and they were still chatting about the grand occasion of the performance just now.

Seeing Lin Weimin, everyone greeted warmly: "Teacher Lin!"

"Everyone has worked hard and performed well, thank you for your efforts!" Lin Weimin encouraged.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin."

"It's all written in your notebook!"

Many actors responded to Lin Weimin's encouragement.

Lin Weimin patted Yang Lixin on the shoulder and sighed, "Lixin is going to be famous!"

Yang Lixin said modestly, "Mr. Lin, please don't say that."

Before Lin Weimin could speak, other colleagues around also echoed: "We said the same thing just now, Lixin really played Cheng Dieyi this time. I heard the audience crying in the background just now, too much It’s amazing, it’s the first time I’ve encountered such a situation after staying in Renyi for so many years.”

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Everyone acted very well, Li Xin has a heavy role in the role, and the audience will naturally be deeply impressed by him."

He patted the head of the actor who played Xiaodouzi again, "You acted the best, and the cry of chopping off your finger was very sincere."

Everyone around laughed. In the play, Cheng Dieyi had six fingers when he was a child. In order to let him join the troupe, his mother forcibly cut off one of his fingers.

After chatting and joking with the actors backstage for a long time, seeing that it was too late, Lin Weimin got up to leave.

It was past twelve o'clock when I got home. In the 80s, when the nightlife was monotonous, it was rare to go home at this time.

At work the next day, Lin Weimin became the focus of everyone's attention again.

Yanjing is the capital, even in the 80s when the information was not well-developed, there were more than dozens of paper media here, state-level, city-level, government agencies...

The newspapers in Yanjing City alone include Yanjing Morning News, Yanjing Evening News, Yanjing Youth Daily, and Legal Evening News.

The Guowen Society is a publishing organization, and subscriptions to newspapers and magazines are indispensable. Not to mention the newspapers in Yanjing, even newspapers nationwide have subscribed a lot.

Early this morning, several newspapers including Yanjing Morning News, Yanjing Youth Daily, and Beijing News reported on the grand occasion of the premiere of "Farewell My Concubine" at the Capital Theater last night. Holding the newspaper, he often teased Lin Weimin.

At the same time, the topic of "Farewell My Concubine" tickets was brought up again, and everyone unanimously asked Lin Weimin to help you get some "Farewell My Concubine" tickets.

Tickets for Renyi's performances are released in advance, but "Farewell My Concubine" is so popular, and everyone has jobs, it is impossible to buy tickets.

Colleagues didn't ask Lin Weimin to help in vain. Lin Weimin was asked to choose two restaurants in Yanjing City, even if everyone gave Lin Weimin the entrance fee.

This request was very sincere, and Lin Weimin readily agreed.

He thought to himself that this situation might have something to do with the scalpers appearing in the Capital Theater.

I really didn't expect that there would be scalpers these days.

With such vicious eyes, he actually picked his own play.

Yao Shuzhi sat firmly on the Diaoyutai today and did not look for Lin Weimin. He guessed that Zheng Guo should help her solve it.

After get off work in the evening, Lin Weimin went to the guest house to meet Jiang Zilong.

Jiang Zilong came to Yanjing this time to watch a drama, but he did not leave after watching the drama. He has many friends in Yanjing and plans to stay for a few more days. Lin Weimin didn't care to communicate with him last night, so he made an appointment today Let's have some wine together.

The two of them bought some appetizers from a restaurant outside and brought them back, and drank in the room of the guest house.

In addition to the "Farewell My Concubine" drama that is being staged, it is natural that the novel "Farewell My Concubine" that will be published in the United States is also indispensable.

"I said you are really good at it, magazine publishing, publishing, radio broadcasting, TV dramas, dramas, a work has earned several manuscript fees, and now it is published in the United States!" Jiang Zilong praised.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's all a coincidence."

Jiang Zilong shook his head, "How can there be so many coincidences! You don't know how famous you are now. Whenever I meet people in Jinmen, I have to talk about you."

"Is it such an exaggeration?"

"It's that exaggerated." Jiang Zilong poured Lin Weimin a glass of wine, "You, your influence in the literary circle is too underestimated now. If nothing else, just talk about your anecdotes, and I don't know much People will never tire of it.”

"My anecdote? What anecdote do I have?"

Jiang Zilong looked at Lin Weimin with a teasing smile on his face, "Do you want me to count them for you one by one?"

He really snapped his fingers and said, "Is it a thing to go to study at the Institute of Literature and recognize Mr. Wan as a teacher?"

Lin Weimin thought for a while, "Should...forget it."

"Is writing a script for Yi Yi at the age of 20 considered?"

Lin Weimin hesitated, "Forget it?"

"Writing the manuscript for "Zhong Shan", from short stories to long stories, the layout of other people has been moved several times, forget it?"

"Calculate?"

"Going to Yanda University to confess to a female international student, does that count?"

Lin Weimin looked embarrassed, "I said it was a misunderstanding."

"Okay, okay, let's not mention this. "Farewell My Concubine" has now sold more than 100 million copies of novels alone? If you include the issue of "People's Literature", there must be 300 million copies?"

"almost."

"Although we are a little different in age, we are considered writers of the same generation. Which writers of our generation have you seen published novels that sell more than you?"

Lin Weimin was a little embarrassed to answer, "... I haven't seen it before."

"Now, "Farewell My Concubine" will be published in the United States, do you know what those people say about you?" Jiang Zilong had a provocative expression on his face.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Zilong said vividly: "You mean Lin Weimin? He really hugged Mr. Wan's thigh. His writing level hasn't improved much, but his reputation is getting bigger and bigger."

"I heard that all their novels have been published in the United States?"

"What's the matter with foreign publishing? Mr. Zhou, Mr. Shu, Mr. Lin, which works have not been published abroad? If you become famous, other publishing houses will naturally come to you. How many of them can be popular abroad?"

When Jiang Zilong said this, he couldn't help showing a narrow smile, "Listen, listen, I don't know whether they are praising you or belittling you, you kid can now be compared with seniors of this level."

Lin Weimin was also amused by his words, he laughed and said, "If they say that, I would really wish for it."

While drinking and chatting, Jiang Zilong still behaved like a normal person after drinking nearly a catty of white wine, but Lin Weimin couldn't do it. In the end, his speech was a bit out of order, so he had to deal with it all night in Jiang Zilong's room.

The performance of "Farewell My Concubine" is still being performed at the Capital Theater, while Lin Weimin and Jiang Zilong are drinking.

Zhang Jianjun, who will take the college entrance examination next month, got off the bus and ran towards the Capital Theater happily.

When entering the theater, because he was too anxious, he almost bumped into two female students who were about to enter.

"Why does this person walk without looking at the road? Shuhua, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, let's go in quickly, the show is about to start."

Yao Shuhua walked into the theater while holding the hand of her classmates.

The Capital Theater has a large scale and can accommodate thousands of spectators to watch performances.

Yao Shuhua has never watched dramas, but this time she watched "Farewell My Concubine" purely out of liking for the original novel and the author Lin Weimin.

She begged her sister Yao Shuzhi and her future brother-in-law to get the tickets. The brother-in-law got three tickets, two of which were for the same show, and the two of them stayed, leaving only one ticket for today's show. she.

It happened that a classmate of Yao Shuhua also had a ticket for today, so the two went to watch "Farewell My Concubine" together.

Not long after she and her classmates were seated, the lights in the theater dimmed, followed by the announcement, and then the curtain opened, and the performance officially began.

It was the first time for Yao Shuhua to watch a drama today. She was deeply attracted by the performance on the stage, and stared at the performance of the actors on the stage intently, unwilling to miss any details.

Before you know it, the drama is coming to an end.

On the stage, Cheng Dieyi turned around gorgeously, swung his sword and killed himself, and Duan Xiaolou's heart-wrenching "Dieyi" sounded.

Yao Shuhua couldn't help crying, the tears fell like raindrops, she and the female classmate next to her were emotionally holding hands tightly.

At this moment, there was an earth-shattering cry not far away.

"Ah, ah, Dieyi..."

Not only Yao Shuhua and the female classmate, but even the audience in this area were startled by the crying, and the originally sad mood suddenly came into play.

Even Yang Lixin, who had already "dead" on the stage, almost "deceived his corpse" when he heard Aohong's voice.

The eyes of the people around were all looking disgusted at the place where the crying came from. It was a young man who was on the left side of the row in front of Yao Shuhua and the others.

The young man couldn't help crying, and he didn't care about the eyes of the people around him at all.

Everyone's eyes were full of disgust, but it was hard to say anything, thanks to the end of the show.

Otherwise, he suddenly came here to plan everyone's elegance, and he would inevitably receive an iron fist from the people of Yanjing.

"This guy is really annoying!" The female classmate next to Yao Shuhua said unhappily.

Yao Shuhua said: "He probably likes Cheng Dieyi too much, right? It's so pitiful to cry!"

The female classmate was about to tease her, when thunderous applause rang out, covering up the heart-piercing cries not far away.

The hands of Yao Shuhua and the female classmate were all flushed, and their faces were flushed because of their emotions.

"Shuhua, this play is so good, I want to watch it again."

"Me too, the two of us together."

Yao Shuhua didn't forget to clap her hands when she spoke.

The actors finished their curtain calls, the curtain on the stage was drawn, and the performance ended.

Yao Shuhua and the two left the theater with the flow of people unsatisfied.

After leaving the theater, she saw a boy whose eyes were red from crying. Although she couldn't see clearly in the dark just now, Yao Shuhua can be sure that this boy must be the one who cried earth-shatteringly at the end.

Yao Shuhua secretly bit her ear with her female classmate, laughing like silver bells in the direction of boys from time to time.

Zhang Jianjun came out of the theater with tears on his face, stood in the crowd feeling lost, a burst of laughter pulled him out of his emotions.

He glanced in Yao Shuhua's direction, and the two girls seemed to be discussing him.

Zhang Jianjun didn't care, he thought that the actor Cheng Dieyi played really well.

He touched his pocket, he wants to watch this play next time, not only to come, but also to give a gift to the actor "Cheng Dieyi".

The acting is great, this is Cheng Dieyi in my heart!

　Comrades, I am back again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)