1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 252
Jin Ying carelessly stepped forward to defend Huang Anyi, but she was a little embarrassed by the side, and took Jin Ying's hand to tell her not to speak again.

Lin Weimin can roughly understand the source of the estrangement between Huang Anyi and Mo Yan. The completely different backgrounds and experiences have caused the two people to have a huge difference in thinking.

This difference is difficult to see in daily communication, but when talking about one person's work, another person's words may sound very harsh.

"We are all young people, as long as we are familiar with it, it would be nice. Mo Yan is a bit arrogant, don't pick faults in other people's works as soon as he comes up!" Lin Weimin said.

Don't look at Mo Yan acting like a schoolboy in front of Lin Weimin, it's all out of respect and admiration for Lin Weimin.

Huang Anyi nodded, and also knew that what she said unintentionally just now was a bit condescending, and she was obviously not that familiar, but it was really inappropriate to make such a joke as soon as she came up.

A group of people chatted and chatted, it was getting dark, and they returned to the hotel for dinner.

Lin Weimin planned to go out to digest food, but was stopped by Cheng Zhongshi.

This honest and quiet man has a low sense of presence among the writers who came to the PEN meeting. He rarely gathers with everyone, and he rarely talks loudly. Most of the time he sits quietly in the corner, with a cigarette in his hand, listening Others express their opinions.

One of the biggest advantages of PEN is that most writers hang out together day and night, and everyone has enough time and energy to communicate with each other. Even if you are a boring gourd, you will always encounter topics that interest you. Cheng Zhongshi today That's it.

He is a native of Shaanxi, he started working at a young age, and his writing in these years has been concentrated in the field of short stories and novels.

As he grew older, an anxiety gradually arose in his heart, that is, he has not even had a full-length novel so far.

Lin Weimin went to his home to ask for a manuscript last year, and during the conversation, he pried the seed in his heart that was ready to move.

After such a long time of thinking and brewing, that seed is sprouting little by little.

He listened faithfully to the seminar that day, but still felt that it was not thorough enough. He also thought a lot in the past few days, and found that he really lacked too much experience in the creation of novels.

Lin Weimin was his editor in charge, and he was also the person he was most familiar with in this event. Cheng Zhongshi thought of him first.

In addition, the most important thing is that Cheng Zhongshi has never seen anyone with the ability of Lin Weimin - he has no upper limit in the creation of novels and novels with different themes.

Next to the balcony of the room, Cheng Zhongshi and Lu Yao lived in the same room. Both were from Shaanxi. Lu Yao was smoking a cigarette and writing and drawing at the desk.

After listening to Cheng Zhongshi's thoughts and troubles, Lin Weimin pondered for a while.

"Actually, this problem requires you to cross the hurdle in your heart. No one is born to write a long novel. You have written a lot of novella, and there are many excellent examples among them.

The "Mr. Blue Robe" you mentioned in the previous meeting is very good, and I remember that you published a short story called "After Succession", which actually has the foundation to expand into a novel.

The life experience you have accumulated from working in the countryside for a long time is a huge asset, and I think this is a good breakthrough point.

Rich material is a source of inspiration for writers.

I have always believed in your creative ability, so don't take this matter too hard. "

Lin Weimin's gentle words made Cheng Zhongshi feel a little more at ease, and he was even more moved by the fact that Lin Weimin actually read his short works published many years ago. At Lin Weimin's age, it is impossible to read it when he was a child, and he must be responsible for it later. I only read it after reading his manuscript.

Lin Weimin asked: "You just said that you want to write a novel, do you have any ideas now?"

Cheng Zhongshi hesitated and said, "I have a little idea."

"Let's listen to it." Lin Weimin became interested.

"Do you still want me to send you the last time you came to collect manuscripts?"

"remember!"

"There used to be an old patriarch in our village who was tall and straight at the waist."

"I remember, I remember."

"I intend to use him as the prototype in this story, and my hometown Bailuyuan as the prototype, decades ago..."

Cheng Zhongshi, who has always been taciturn, can also become a person who talks endlessly when talking about the stories in his heart.

Lin Weimin concentrated all his energy on him. The stories Cheng Zhongshi told were long and deep, like a jar of old wine, which made people intoxicated unconsciously.

When Lin Weimin came back to his senses, he realized that Lu Yao, who was originally sitting at the desk, ran to his side at some point.

"Old Cheng's story has such a good foundation!" Lu Yao exclaimed.

Lin Weimin nodded in agreement. He has read various versions of this story more than once in later generations, but today he heard it from the author of the original work, and he still has a special feeling.

He looked at Cheng Zhongshi and said with emotion: "Your novel is a big project!"

Cheng Zhongshi sighed, "It's really a big project, so I'm worried!"

"I'm so worried! If you can't write it well, you can change it. If you can't change it, you can overturn the rewrite. Didn't you say that you want to use this novel as a brick for the foundation? You don't have such courage?"

A bit of shame flashed across Cheng Zhongshi's face when Lin Weimin said it, and then a sense of pride arose in his heart.

you do not say!

This is a work that I want to bring into the coffin, so what if it is not well written, at worst, I will do it again, and I will be stuck with it for the rest of my life!
"Wei Min, you are right, this is what you should do!"

With this kind of decision and awareness, Cheng Zhongshi's expression became firm, and an indomitable aura appeared on his face full of grooves.

"Brother is fierce!" Lu Yao praised.

Strengthening Cheng Zhongshi's confidence, Lin Weimin discussed with him the details of the novel he was about to create.

Lin Weimin of later generations has seen several versions of the film and television works adapted from this glorious epic, and asked himself that he still understands this work, but after chatting, he found that the reference he can give Cheng Zhongshi is too limited.

Compared with Lin Weimin, Cheng Zhongshi still has a big gap when it comes to character handling, setting conflicts, and structural conception in novel writing.

But the novel he wants to write is very special. It doesn't need any exquisite and unique design, because the land of faithful birth has already buried all the ups and downs of the world that have happened for more than a hundred years in the deepest place until a certain time. Careful people dig them all out.

Realizing this situation, Lin Weimin smacked his lips, "I won't give you random advice. The story is in your heart, so you can write it boldly. If there is something you can't figure out, let's communicate again."

Cheng Zhongshi nodded. Today, with Lin Weimin's encouragement, his heart is already full of creative motivation and desire.

At this time, Lu Yao said in an envious tone: "I really envy you, Brother Cheng!"

Cheng Zhongshi asked with a smile: "Is there anything I can envy? Speaking of which, I should envy you."

Lu Yao was in his early thirties, and he had already written such a popular work as "Life", which was so famous that it was known all over the country.

In contrast, Cheng Zhongshi, who is over 20 years old, has a writing career of more than [-] years. He has published countless short stories and novellas, but very few works with a certain influence. After publishing two novella "Kang's Small Courtyard" and "Early Summer" it got better.

For him like this, he can indeed be said to be envious of Lu Yao.

"If you want to say that, Weimin is the most enviable thing!" Lu Yao cast his eyes on Lin Weimin.

Cheng Zhongshi's gaze was almost cast over at the same time.

Seeing Lin Weimin in his prime, Cheng Zhongshi couldn't help but sigh.

Sunny!
It is indeed enviable!

The three talked late at night in the room before Lin Weimin left.

After he left, Lu Yao couldn't sleep, and sat at the desk smoking cigarettes one by one. He was stimulated by Cheng Zhongshi today.

Sitting alone at the desk, writing and drawing.

The desk lamp in the room stayed on until late at night.

Early the next morning, I ate breakfast.

Lin Weimin planned to take everyone for a stroll in YT City, but when he called for help, Lu Yao was still sound asleep.

"You suck!"

After staying with Cheng Zhongshi for a long time, some Shaanxi dialects would come out of Lin Weimin's mouth from time to time.

Yantai is a coastal city with humid air and mild climate. It has four distinct seasons throughout the year, but it is not too cold in winter or too hot in summer. It is a good place to live.

The group of editors and writers of "Contemporary" stayed here for just a few days, and they have gradually fallen in love with it.

When people go out, they are always in groups, and they like to walk through the streets and alleys. Occasionally, they will eat a mouthful of stewed dumplings that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside at the stalls under the big trees. , Once in the mouth, the saliva came out.

They will go to Yuhuangding Park and compete to climb several times in one breath. The person who climbs the fastest will get the right to sit next to the driver on the return journey.Yuhuangding Park has beautiful scenery, with lush trees and ancient pavilions and pavilions.

Changchun Lake, named after Changchun real person Qiu Chuji, has not yet been developed into a tourist resort. When you come here, you can walk by the lake until you are tired.

Calling friends and companions can always magnify simple happiness many times.

Wandering around the streets and alleys during the day, Dongshan Hotel becomes everyone's home in the evening.

Some editors will chat with acquainted authors about their creative ideas, some writers will hold a book in their hands to exchange ideas with everyone, some will gather together to discuss novel creation, and some idlers will pull everyone to talk, Spread all kinds of trendy information.

In July, Dongshan Hotel has a lot of style.

In such an atmosphere, Lin Weimin's latest work "Lover" was created.

He wrote the last word on the letter paper, feeling somewhat disappointed in his heart.

After putting down the pen, he stood up and went to the balcony.

In the midsummer, the windows of each room in the hotel are open, and the sound is noisy, it seems that everyone is talking freely.

Everyone is in a relaxed, joyful, and free atmosphere. For creators, there is no better environment than this.

For Lin Weimin, the organizer, this is something full of sense of accomplishment.

　Two updates today.Except for me, the whole family has fallen, and it’s fine if we can’t escape the new crown, and the flu can’t escape, alas.

　　
　
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