1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 203 Teacher Lin teaches you how to write
"How? Are you interested?"

Lin Weimin's question again interrupted Mo Yan's recollection. He grinned and showed a mouthful of crooked teeth, "Of course I'm interested."

"That's good. Are there any new works created recently? Let me show you for you."

Lin Weimin is like an extremely experienced prostitute, he starts to take off his clothes as soon as he enters the door... No, he went straight to the point.

It was also Mo Yan's first contact with an editor. Seeing Lin Weimin being so straightforward, he took out a stack of manuscript paper from the drawer of his desk with some panic.

"Mr. Lin, this is a novel I wrote some time ago."

Lin Weimin took over the manuscript. It was a short story, not too long, and he finished it in a short while.

Lin Weimin smacked his lips, while Mo Yan was looking at him expectantly.

"Almost mean."

Mo Yan's face was filled with disappointment.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think is inappropriate? I can change it again." Mo Yan asked unwillingly.

Mo Yan is a person with strong goals, but also has a character full of resilience.

In order to serve as a soldier, he was rejected several times because of his background, but he still refused to give up.

In the end, it was his friend who offered to ask Mo Yan to write the letter, and then handed it over to his friend's father who was a minister. Mo Yan finally got his wish and became a soldier.

"It's not impossible to change it. But the foundation of this novel is too bad, even if you bother to finish it, it may not be very brilliant."

Lin Weimin's words made Mo Yan's heart sink.

"Are there any other manuscripts?"

Mo Yan shook his head. This is the only manuscript he has written now, and he planned to continue to contribute to "Lianchi".

"That's it!" Lin Weimin's tone was somewhat regretful.

Mo Yan felt a little desperate.

Is my talent really that bad?Are you going to just watch this opportunity slip away like this?

At this moment, Lin Weimin said: "Then do you have any ideas that haven't been written yet? Maybe I can help you refer to them."

Mo Yan's eyes brightened, but then he lacked confidence.

How can those immature ideas be favored even if the written things are not favored by others?

But Mo Yan's character is like this, he will not give up until the Yellow River, the opportunity is in front of him, he must try again.

"There is indeed an idea, it's just not mature."

"The idea, where there is a mature one, you might as well speak up boldly."

Mo Yan was grateful for Lin Weimin's peaceful and friendly attitude. He sorted out the thoughts in his mind and told Lin Weimin his thoughts.

Mo Yan spoke for about 10 minutes, during which Lin Weimin listened quietly to what he said without interrupting.

After Mo Yan finished speaking, Lin Weimin pondered, and Mo Yan looked at his expression with anxiety.

"This structure seems familiar!" Lin Weimin said softly.

Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat. His idea was to imitate the American writer Michael Luss's "Song of the Sad Cafe". He didn't expect that Lin Weimin would recognize it immediately after listening to him for a few minutes. While remorseful, she couldn't help admiring Lin Weimin's knowledge and knowledge.

The plot of "Song of Sadness" is roughly as follows: a hunchback suddenly came to the town at night, claiming to be Miss Amelia's relative, entered Miss Amelia's shop, and aroused the curiosity of the whole town, so Amelia's Cafe catered to everyone's curiosity and opened with excitement.

The idea proposed by Mo Yan is basically the same: the homeless blind man came to the small town at night to ask for a night in a hotel, and the divorced single lady Hua Jasmine who opened the Jasmine Hotel took him in, which aroused people's desire to peep.The blind man brought business to Hua Moli with his flute and erhu.

Mo Yan added the element of music to the structure, and removed the part of Miss Amelia's ex-husband Marvin Macy bewitching the hunchback in "The Song of the Sad Cafe" after he was released from prison.

Instead, she became blind and finally left after Hua Jasmine took the initiative to express her heartfelt love, leaving behind her loss and melancholy.

Just when Mo Yan secretly regretted his recklessness, Lin Weimin said: "But the idea is still good, you can try to write it out."

Hearing these words, Mo Yan felt like listening to heaven, "Really? Teacher Lin?"

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "There are a lot of articles copied in the world. Don't be afraid of similar structures. It depends on who writes well."

Mo Yan said in shame, "Don't say that, McCluss is a great writer."

"Not all great writers write the best works!"

When Lin Weimin said this, he had a look on his face that made Mo Yan look up to him.

Probably only a gifted genius like Mr. Lin would have such confidence in the face of McCluss, who is also known for his genius.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan suddenly felt somewhat ashamed of himself.

"I think this idea can be written out, what do you think?" Lin Weimin said when Mo Yan was in a daze.

Mo Yan came back to his senses, "Then I'll write it down and send it to you."

"Don't look back, just write now."

Mo Yan's small eyes looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of surprise.

"Write now?"

"Yeah, I just finished reading it, and I'll take it back if there's no problem." Seeing Mo Yan's expression still a bit surprised, Lin Weimin explained: "Don't look at the January issue, which is still more than two months away. , but drafting is a big project, and we have to review, proofread, and typeset the manuscript when we go back. The time is already very tight, so we must hurry up."

Mo Yan didn't understand the content of the editor's job, but when he heard Lin Weimin say this, he felt a little apprehensive and nervous.

"Then I'll write right away."

"Okay, hurry up."

Lin Weimin thought of an interview he had read in later generations, saying that it took Mo Yan only 43 days to write "Life and Death Fatigue", and the volume of this novel is 50 words.

His eyes fell on Mo Yan who was writing at his desk.

Xiao Mo, you won't let Teacher Lin down, right?

Lin Weimin sipped his tea, and the only sound in the office was the rustling of the tip of the pen falling on the paper.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the office was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man in military uniform came in, and before he could speak, he laughed heartily.

"Haha, I heard that the great writer Lin Weimin is here. Xiao Mo, why didn't you tell the camp?"

Mo Yan, who was immersed in the creative atmosphere, was interrupted from his thoughts. He saw the middle-aged man standing up and was about to talk, but he heard Lin Weimin who was sitting, saying: "This comrade, Xiao Mo is working on creation, please don't disturb him yet." .”

The middle-aged man entered the door full of momentum, but he didn't want to be directly pushed back by Lin Weimin.

Lin had shown his credentials and a letter of introduction when he entered the gate of the army, and explained his purpose to the sentry. The sentry on duty had naturally heard his name.

After handing over the post, I immediately ran to the company headquarters to report. The company department saw such a big writer coming, so I had to notify the leader!

When the leaders of the battalion heard the news, their first reaction was to report it again.

But I think it will take a while for the leader to come. After calling, I will find Mo Yan here first, and I can't leave him alone.

He didn't want to be slapped by Lin Weimin as soon as he entered the door. The middle-aged man didn't know how to express his position. At this moment, Lin Weimin stood up.

"Xiao Mo, you can write first, and I will go out and chat with your leaders."

Mo Yan nodded, sat down and continued to focus on writing.

The middle-aged man had a step, so he walked outside the office with Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin showed an apologetic smile on his face, "Comrade, I was really sorry just now. I was worried that Xiao Mo's creative state would be disturbed."

The middle-aged man didn't take what happened just now to his heart, "It's okay, people in our army are used to going straight, I was too reckless just now, I didn't even knock on the door."

The two chatted for a while, and Lin Weimin learned that the middle-aged man's surname was Guan, and he was the commander of Mo Yan's battalion.

Officer Guan also knew the purpose of Lin Weimin's visit this time, and sighed: "It seems that we did the right thing in keeping Xiao Mo. We can let you "Contemporary" take the initiative to invite drafts. Writers like you, become great writers.”

"Don't you say that. It's an ordinary job to be a writer, just like you are a soldier."

After flattering each other for a while, Lin Weimin was invited to sit in Chief Guan's office for a while.

The door of the room was pushed open again, and there was still a burst of hearty laughter.

"Haha, you are Mr. Lin Weimin, right? I have admired you for a long time!"

The old man with gray temples came in and went straight to Lin Weimin, and warmly held his hand, which made Lin Weimin's palm ache.

This style is really the same!

Since our country abolished the military rank system in 65, it was not restored until 88. Now you can't tell the size of the military rank by looking at the epaulettes, but the old man is wearing an officer's uniform with four pockets, and his status must not be low.

"First|Good morning!"

Officer Guan stood up and gave a military salute, and then introduced to Lin Weimin: "Mr. Lin, this is our division commander."

Lin Weimin was very surprised. Did he alarm the teacher when he came by himself?

After the introduction, we chatted to find out that the teacher Ganqing is not only a loyal fan of Lin Weimin's spy war novels, but also watched the performance of "Untouchable" in Yanjing.

Yanqing is so close to Yanjing, it's not unusual for the teacher to watch this play.

"Ms. Lin's novels are well written. They are exciting! The dramas are also well written. A few years ago, I applied to go to the front line, but I was rejected by the higher authorities. Qin Yun's writing is good!"

Teacher | The teacher was excited for a long time, but unfortunately his vocabulary is relatively poor, and the most he said was "well written".

Seems like a real fan.

Seeing that it was almost noon, the teacher invited Lin Weimin to dinner, but Lin Weimin declined but only had one meal, and by the way he called Mo Yan.

The banquet at noon was rich, and Mo Yan was a little excited, his leader, leader's leader, leader's leader|leader's leader... all came.

For a moment, Mo Yan felt that he really should stay in the army until his death.

But he immediately woke up, knowing that all these courtesy were not for him, but for Mr. Lin.

Teacher Lin is the role model he should follow.

Because of the prohibition on alcohol, there was no alcohol at the lunch banquet.

After dinner, Lin Weimin asked the teacher to ask Mo Yan for a few days off, and the teacher readily agreed.

In this way, Mo Yan got a rare vacation since he joined the army, and he was even able to go out alone at night.

Knowing that Mo Yan is still crowded in the same dormitory with others, Lin Weimin specially opened a room for him in the guest house in order to allow him to concentrate on creating without distractions.

"You can write here with peace of mind these two days, and leave other things alone." Lin Weimin urged.

Mr. Lin's version of Xiaoheiwu was launched again, but Mo Yan was very happy with it, even full of gratitude.

Teacher Lin is really thoughtful!

After dinner, Mo Yan knocked on Lin Weimin's door after writing in his room for two hours.

"Mr. Lin, I have a problem, and I want to ask you for advice."

Lin Weimin put down the book in his hand, looked at what Mo Yan wrote that day, and patiently analyzed the problems in it for Mo Yan.

One speaks, the other listens, unconsciously forgetting the time.

When the two came back to their senses, it was already late at night.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "I forgot the time, you should go to bed earlier."

Mo Yan listened to Lin Weimin's talk for a long time. There are not many opportunities to listen to popular writers personally imparting their writing experience and experience. He doesn't want to end like this.

"Mr. Lin, please tell me more."

Lin Weimin looked at Mo Yan's longing expression, and reluctantly said, "That's fine, let's talk for a while."

Many years later, Mo Yan will never forget this night.

That night, Teacher Lin taught me how to write.

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