1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 305 Written, so fucking good
Back at the Guowen Society, it was almost time to get off work.

As soon as Lin Weimin entered the back building, Meng Weizai grabbed him and went to the president's office.

"What happened to that Zheng Yi?" Yan Wenjing asked.

"It's emotional matters, young people can't think about it for a while." Lin Weimin explained.

Yan Wenjing nodded slightly, it was not because of the problems caused by the Guowen Society or "Contemporary", he asked again: "How is the current situation?"

"The operation went well, and he will definitely not be able to return to his previous state. Fortunately, the little finger has almost no effect, and his mood is considered stable."

"That's good. How's his draft going?"

Lin Weimin thought about it, "It's still a little bit worse."

"It's really not good, I think you can change it for him." Yan Wenjing said.

Lin Weimin looked at Yan Wenjing unexpectedly, then glanced at Meng Weizai again, and probably understood what he meant.

"Leader, are you afraid that his mood will be unstable and something will happen again?"

Yan Wen nodded, "I have to guard against it!"

Yan Wenjing and Meng Weizai were not afraid of trouble, but the nature of Zheng Yi's incident was too bad, not only a kind of harm to himself, but also to the writers who lived in the hostel and revised their manuscripts, as well as the Guowen Society and "Contemporary". influential.

Lin Weimin couldn't guarantee that Zheng Yi's mood had stabilized this time, and he would suddenly do something stupid because of his emotions next time.

At this stage, the less exciting Zheng Yi is, the better.

Thinking of this, Lin Weimin said, "Okay."

He smiled wryly and said: "I saw Lao Rong off in the morning and talked about his style, I'm afraid I have to come this time too."

Meng Weizai said: "I have read Zheng Yi's "Old Well".

"Okay, listen to you."

Returning from the front building to the editorial department, a group of colleagues stared at him with gossipy eyes, like a widow who has been dry for several years seeing a handsome young man.

"For the people, how is Zheng Yi?"

"Why did you chop off your finger?"

……

After satisfying the "widows", Lin Weimin's mouth was parched. He ran around the hospital for a long time without drinking water, so he quickly took a big mouthful of tea.

Before we could sit down and rest for a while, we got off work and everyone left one after another.

He ran to the third floor and sorted out Zheng Yi's manuscripts. The top few sheets were still stained with blood, and put the manuscripts in his bag.

Back home, because tomorrow is the weekend, Lin Weimin did not rest until very late after revising the manuscript.

The next day, he ran to No. 26 Lama Temple Street.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Lin Weimin didn't wait for Shi Tiesheng to open the door, so he opened it and found a group of guests in the narrow room of his house.

Shi Tiesheng talked to the other party with a smile, but Lin Weimin knew him very well, and he could tell from the look in his eyes that he was somewhat impatient.

"There are guests, it seems that I am here by accident." Lin Weimin was about to leave.

Shi Tiesheng hurriedly called to him, "Hey, Weimin, let me introduce you, these two are comrades of the LY Cultural Association."

Lin Weimin turned his head and took a deep look at Shi Tiesheng.

Use me as a shield?

Tiesheng, you have learned badly now!
The eyes of the two comrades from the LY Cultural Association brightened when they heard the word "for the people", "Is it Teacher Lin Weimin?"

Shi Tiesheng nodded and said, "That's right, it's Lin Weimin from "Contemporary"."

The two were immediately delighted.

Lin Weimin showed a smile on his face, and shook hands with the two enthusiastically, "Hello, hello!"

Having been with Lin Weimin for such a long time, Shi Tiesheng has fully comprehended the spirit of "dead Taoist friends, never dead poor Taoists". When Lin Weimin was chatting with the two of them, he quietly stayed aside, watching Lin Weimin eloquently and eloquently , I was taken aback by the two comrades who came to ask for advice.

In the end, Lin Weimin declined the two people's request to submit articles for LY's local publication, and Lin Weimin sent the two people out of Shi Tiesheng's home.

When he came back, he saw Shi Tiesheng's teasing face.

"Tell me, how can I thank you?" Lin Weimin said.

"Please eat."

"You are not sincere now. You don't need to invite this meal, my uncle will invite me."

When Lin Weimin was speaking, the door of the room next door was open, and Father Shi smiled a little.

"What have you written recently?" Lin Weimin asked.

Shi Tiesheng joked, "I knew you had bad intentions."

"I'm not giving you the manuscript fee!"

"Then I have to thank you?"

The two joked a little, and Shi Tiesheng actually produced a manuscript for Lin Weimin.

"Did you really write it?"

Shi Tiesheng said with some complacency: "Didn't expect that? I'm not idle either."

The manuscript he took out is a novella, which is already a rare length in his creation sequence.

"Report on Pastor Zhan", this is the name of the novel.

Waiting for Lin Weimin to finish reading, Shi Tiesheng looked into his eyes and asked with some expectation: "How is it?"

"Good!"

"Is it enough to publish in your "Contemporary"?"

"enough!"

Shi Tiesheng had a somewhat satisfied expression on his face, and said in a teasing tone: "It seems that the manuscript standard of "Contemporary" is very general!"

Lin Weimin felt that he was drifting so badly now that he needed to calm down.

"Hey, that's it. I also accepted a novel written by a newcomer before, and that person has never published a serious novel."

Shi Tiesheng immediately became interested, "Oh? If you can bring it up, it should be well written."

Seeing that he took the bait, the corners of Lin Weimin's mouth curled up.

"That's what happened." He said this sentence again, expressing that he didn't want to say it again.

Shi Tiesheng became more interested, "Tell me, tell me!"

Lin Weimin reluctantly said, "Then let me tell you?"

"Tell me!" Shi Tiesheng encouraged.

"Okay, let's talk about it."

"The station couldn't be more chaotic. Thousands of people were talking. Quotation songs were playing one after another on the loudspeaker, making everyone more flustered. My heart was even more flustered. One by one I Sending off my friends, it's my turn today..."

Lin Weimin has a good memory. He remembers most of the descriptions and plots of "The King of Chess", and he talks about it like a storyteller.

After more than an hour, Lin Weimin finished his work, his mouth was dry, he poured himself a glass of water, and drank it leisurely.

Shi Tiesheng sat in a wheelchair, still immersed in the story Lin Weimin told him.

From time to time, the sound of Lin Weimin sipping water could be heard in his ears. As if on purpose, he would make a movement after taking a sip of hot water, pulling Shi Tiesheng out of the story abruptly.

Looking at Lin Weimin again, Shi Tiesheng's eyes had changed.

"How is it? Is this novel acceptable? After all, it's a newcomer's first work, and it's still immature!"

Shi Tiesheng really wanted to spit at Lin Weimin and scold him: Pretending to be annoying!

Can……

This story is really good, so good that he couldn't help but praise it.

"Written, it's really good!"

Shi Tiesheng squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Lin Weimin held back for a long time, and finally burst out laughing.

When laughing, he still pointed at Shi Tiesheng, making Shi Tiesheng even more depressed.

While the two were joking, Father Shi had silently prepared lunch.

Father Shi made a dish of braised pork today. Shi Tiesheng is a carnivore, and his mouth was full of oil.

After dinner, Shi Tiesheng asked Lin Weimin to push him out for a stroll.

"Where are you going?" Lin Weimin asked while pushing Shi Tiesheng.

"Go to the Temple of Earth!" Shi Tiesheng said.

The Lama Temple where Shi’s family lives is adjacent to the Temple of Earth. Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng and his wheelchair into the Temple of Earth Park within a few minutes. The child feels cooler.

The big cypress tree in the southeast corner of the Altar of Earth is the old place where Shi Tiesheng hid, and Lin Weimin pushed him to the tree.

Shi Tiesheng took out a few books from the side of the wheelchair next to his legs, and then took out a few books from the other side. There were more than a dozen books at once, covering literature, history, politics, philosophy, and so on.

Lin Weimin said: "I said that pushing is so tiring, so you have some private goods!"

Shi Tiesheng waved the book, "Do you want to read it?"

"Let me see what books are there? Why aren't there any of my books?"

"Nonsense, I've read all your books."

"Ok."

Lin Weimin picked and picked, and chose "People's Literature", which was still in the June issue.

Shi Tiesheng randomly chose a copy of Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury.

Shi Tiesheng sat under the tree, and Lin Weimin sat directly on the ground, leaning against the tree.

The two opened the book, each of them smoked a cigarette, the smoke was lingering under the big cypress tree, and the atmosphere was quiet.

Lin Weimin saw a reportage "Little Wooden House" by Huang Zongying, and pointed to Shi Tiesheng, "Has this been published before?"

Shi Tiesheng glanced at it, "It was published in "Wenhui Monthly" last month, it should be a reprint."

"No wonder it looks familiar."

Lin Weimin reads as many manuscripts as a cow's hair every day, and he only reads many publications. He has a general impression, but he has not studied them seriously.

Today is a rare time to calm down and read for himself. He reads very slowly.

When I read the place of ecstasy, my hand was burned a little before I realized that the cigarette had been burned out, but I didn't take two puffs.

Glancing at Shi Tiesheng, he was very smart and had put out his cigarette early.

Hearing Lin Weimin's movement and looking over at this moment, he couldn't help laughing, and lit his cigarette that he hadn't smoked twice.

"Young man, you don't know how to live!"

Taking two puffs of cigarette happily, he continued to read.

After Lin Weimin finished reading a piece of work, he couldn't help raising his head and moving his neck.

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the blue sky through the tree gap.

Suddenly, the sound of bicycle bells interrupted the quiet environment. Lin Weimin and Shi Tiesheng raised their heads and saw that passers-by took a shortcut through the park.

Yawning, Lin Weimin glanced at his watch, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

"What time is it?" Shi Tiesheng asked when he saw him looking at his watch.

"It's past three o'clock."

"It's time to go back."

Unconsciously, after staying in the altar for more than two hours, Shi Tiesheng put away the book and stuffed it into the side of his thigh.

Lin Weimin pushed the wheelchair, and the two returned to Shi's house.

Before leaving, Lin Weimin took out two drama tickets from his pocket, "Tomorrow's "Farewell My Concubine" tickets, this year's show is almost over, I thought you haven't watched it yet!"

Shi Tiesheng was very happy to receive the ticket, "Then I have to sleep well at noon tomorrow."

His health is relatively poor, and Renyi's dramas are usually staged at night. If it is a big drama, it may be eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening after the drama, which is a challenge for him.

But he loves to watch dramas, and often refuses visitors a day in advance to watch dramas, and has to sleep well from noon to afternoon that day to accumulate enough energy for watching dramas for evening performances.

Before going out, he had to dress up specially, and hang a water bottle next to his wheelchair.

For Shi Tiesheng, watching a drama is a very ritual thing, just like the ancients had to bathe, change clothes, and burn incense before reading, full of piety.

(End of this chapter)