1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 417 Dean, I'm Just Joking!

The carnival of a group of people lasted for a while, and everyone finally calmed down.

Zhang Yimou said gratefully: "This time, Teacher Lin helped again, otherwise I don't know if I will be able to attend the film festival in time."

Several other people participated in the project establishment, preparation and filming of "Red Sorghum" from beginning to end. Naturally, they knew Lin Weimin's contribution in this film very well, and expressed their gratitude to Lin Weimin repeatedly.

"Okay, don't say these words."

Lin Weimin waved his hand, without taking any credit, and invited everyone to have a meal, before leaving, he encouraged them a few words.

Gu Changwei looked at the disappearing back of the crown car, and sighed: "To meet the support of a noble person like Mr. Lin, Yimou, your ancestral grave is full of smoke!"

What he said was a bit flattering, but Zhang Yimou was not disgusted, because he also agreed with Gu Changwei's words.

Without Teacher Lin's support all the way, how could I be a director, how could I make my own movie, or even participate in an international film festival?
Your Excellency!

This word is too accurate, why didn't I think of it?
With the approval of the film bureau, the entry of "Red Sorghum" went smoothly. After the formalities were completed, the most important thing was to apply for passports for Zhang Yimou and others who participated.

Zhang Yimou made another trip to the Guowen Society to invite Lin Weimin to Berlin together.

But Lin Weimin declined, "Just go."

Zhang Yimou was about to leave regretfully, but was stopped by Lin Weimin.

"Do you have a dress for the film festival?" Lin Weimin asked Zhang Yimou.

dress?

This word touches Zhang Yimou's knowledge blind spot. In this era, there is no entertainment circle in China. Where did the dress come from?

Lin Weimin took Zhang Yimou to the Friendship Store and bought two high-end suits.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Maybe Ah Mou's temperament is too outstanding. Wearing this high-end suit, he still can't hide his vicissitudes.

"Okay, that's it." Lin Weimin said helplessly.

Two sets of suits cost more than 2000 yuan in foreign exchange certificates, and Zhang Yimou looked a little shy, "Mr. Lin, why are you so embarrassed?"

"Whatever it is, consider it a sponsorship. The Berlin Film Festival will be covered by media from all over the world. When the time comes to interview and take photos, you can't dress too poorly, which will affect foreigners' impression of our people."

When it came to the issue of national image, Zhang Yimou stopped talking, he should dress better.

I owe Teacher Lin another favor, and I probably won't be able to pay it back in this life!

Time flies, and New Year's Day is over.

According to the Western calendar, it is already 1987.

On this day, Tang Yuqiu found Lin Weimin on behalf of the National Academy of Arts.

"Teacher Tang, why are you here?" Lin Weimin was surprised to see Tang Yuqiu.

After pouring a cup of tea for Tang Yuqiu and exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Yuqiu explained the purpose of his visit.

It turned out that the new dean of the National College of Liberal Arts took office, and found that the number of books in the library has not been large, and they are sometimes worn out. The students who have been studying in the past few years have complained about this.

However, the funds in the college are limited, and the funds for purchasing books allocated by the higher authorities are not much. The new dean came up with an idea and sent a letter to the National College of Liberal Arts, including the alumni of the former Liberal Arts Research Institute, soliciting everyone's works, and there are special counters in the club. Displayed and preserved for students to borrow.

Lin Weimin didn't write a letter because he was in Yanjing, but Tang Yuqiu took some time to make a trip.

"The letters to everyone have been sent out some time ago, and people have replied one after another recently, and everyone's response is still very enthusiastic."

Tang Yuqiu couldn't help showing a somewhat gratified smile on his face as he spoke.

Lin Weimin said, "However, our Literary Research Institute and the Liberal Arts College have not held many sessions in total, and there are only a few hundred students. Even if everyone sends all their works, it will be a drop in the bucket!"

"It's better than nothing, and besides, there are still some funds in the courtyard." Tang Yuqiu's tone was also a little helpless.

From the Institute of Literature and Literature to the Academy of Chinese Language and Culture, the funds for running the school have never been abundant, and it is also difficult for them, the teaching staff.

Lin Weimin pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll donate some books to the courtyard."

Tang Yuqiu was overjoyed immediately, and looked at Lin Weimin expectantly.

"How much can you donate?"

Lin Weimin thought back to the cramped small library of the Literature Research Institute when he was in School D of the Chaoyang District Committee, "How many books can the library in the courtyard hold now?"

Tang Yuqiu said uncertainly: "Now the library is much larger than before, and it can hold a hundred thousand books at least."

Hearing this, Lin Weimin felt a little better, "How many books are there to fill it up?"

Tang Yuqiu understood what Lin Weimin meant, and asked, "You want to donate so much?"

"It's hard to donate once, so let's donate to full! To save you from running around."

Lin Weimin's words made Tang Yuqiu's nose ache, and she felt that this student was not in vain, but she still said: "I don't need that much. There is still funds in the courtyard, and other people have to donate."

"For things like books, it's Han Xin's order. The more the better. After all, we are also a liberal arts college, and the library is not full. It's too shameful to say it!"

Lin Weimin's relaxed and somewhat exaggerated tone reminded Tang Yuqiu of the smile in his eyes when this kid was at the Institute of Literature.

"This donation is tens of thousands of dollars." Tang Yuqiu said.

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "Teacher Tang, you said I asked the dean to erect a monument for me next to the library, can he do it?"

Tang Yuqiu couldn't help giving Lin Weimin a blank look. This kid, he's not serious when he says it.

"Do I need to set up a plaque for you?"

"You can't expect me to be better!"

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin and Tang Yuqiu agreed to donate books.

She returned to the National Academy of Letters and told the new dean He Zhenbang about Lin Weimin's donation of books, and He Zhenbang was immediately overjoyed.

"Oh! This is great! Comrade Weimin has helped our courtyard a lot." He Zhenbang paced back and forth in the office happily.

Tang Yuqiu said at this time: "Dean, it will cost a lot of money to donate the library. Does our courtyard have to express it?"

He Zhenbang became interested when he heard it, and asked, "Is this for Comrade Min? What expression does he want?"

Tang Yuqiu waved his hand hastily, "No, no, I thought of it myself. So many books cost 4 to [-] yuan at least. We certainly have no way to give back financially, but Kemin is so enthusiastic about helping our hospital's work, I think there should always be some expression in the courtyard.”

After listening to Tang Yuqiu's opinion, He Zhenbang nodded after thinking for a moment, "You are right. The money is not a small amount. Comrade Weimin has made great contributions to the courtyard, so we should show something..."

Listening to what the dean said, Tang Yuqiu soon regretted his recklessness.

Dean, you are also the dean after all, can't you be more reserved?There are only tens of thousands of books.

Under He Zhenbang's gaze, Tang Yuqiu nodded with difficulty, "That's a good idea!"

With Tang Yuqiu's support, He Zhenbang nodded in relief again, and then said to himself: "I'm afraid we will discuss this matter at the meeting."

Tang Yuqiu couldn't help complaining in his heart, you also know that there will be a meeting to discuss.

At this time, she heard He Zhenbang mutter again: "It's not a big problem!"

Tang Yuqiu was completely speechless.

The National Academy of Liberal Arts was very efficient in purchasing books. They directly contacted Xinhua Bookstore and mobilized all the teachers in the academy to select books, and the library was filled up in just over a week.

On January 1, Lin Weimin came to the National Academy of Arts as scheduled.

I met the newly appointed Dean He Zhenbang in the office. Dean He's enthusiasm was like fire, and he praised Lin Weimin as rare in the sky and hard to find underground. Lin Weimin's truthfulness was a bit overwhelming.

Just donate some books, it won't happen.

After exchanging pleasantries, Dean He dragged Lin Weimin to the library.

When Tang Yuqiu invited Lin Weimin to come, he told him that the college planned to hold a simple donation ceremony, and Lin Weimin readily agreed.

At this moment, the library was crowded with people, and all the students of the academy were summoned here.

How familiar is this picture!

In later generations, Lin Weimin also stood under the rostrum, listening to the long-winded "encouragement" of the students by the leaders of the primary school/middle school/university on the rostrum.

Unexpectedly, I also have today.

The young dragon slayer back then turned into a dragon in the end.

This feeling is so good!
Many students were summoned to the library in the freezing weather. Their mentality was different from that of Lin Weimin when he was in school. Most of them were happy and excited.

Studying in the Faculty of Arts is a rare opportunity for most students.

The library is the place where everyone visits the most in addition to attending classes. In the past, everyone has always complained about the small number of books in the library, so that people sometimes have to go to the library outside to borrow books. It is not only troublesome, but also a waste of time. .

It's all right now, brother Lin Weimin donated tens of thousands of books to the courtyard at once, and it is said that the library is full.

As expected of Lin Wanwan!

None of the students thought that Lin Weimin was trying to gain fame or show off his wealth. It is so elegant to spend tens of thousands of dollars to donate books to the school!

Brother Lin, a role model for my generation!

Standing in the crowd, Yu Hua looked at Lin Weimin standing with the dean, and couldn't hide his envy in his heart. Teacher Lin really deserves to be listed in the "Outstanding Alumni" column!

He Zhenbang dragged Lin Weimin to the front of the library in full view.

Lin Weimin had already discovered something was wrong. There was actually a red cloth hanging on the sign at the entrance of the library.

What does this mean?
Without waiting for Lin Weimin to ask questions, Dean He first gave a passionate speech, the theme of which was naturally to express his gratitude to Lin Weimin for his generous donation of tens of thousands of books to the college.

At the end of the speech, Dean He did not forget to Q to Lin Weimin, "Next, let us invite an outstanding alumnus of our Faculty of Arts, a famous novelist, dramatist, editor, and also the senior brother of everyone in the audience, Comrade Lin Weimin Let's talk a few words!"

shame!
Lin Weimin has always felt that he has made some achievements in being shameless.

But compared with Dean He, he is still young.

Novelist, dramatist, editor!

How dare you say it, I dare not admit it!

Lin Weimin looked at the students in the audience and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"That...Dean He praised me a lot. I was trained by our liberal arts college. I just added a brick to the construction of the college with my own modest efforts. I hope that the books I donated can contribute to the creative career of the students. A little bit of help is a matter of great merit to me!"

After saying a few words briefly, Dean He took the lead in applauding, and the audience also applauded thunderously.

Brother Lin, be humble!
"Okay! Next, Comrade Weimin will inaugurate the library of our Faculty of Arts!"

Dean He shouted loudly, and then gestured to Lin Weimin with his eyes.

Lin Weimin looked at the hanging red cloth and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

I couldn't help turning my eyes to Mr. Tang, when you invited me here, you didn't say that there would be another one!

Tang Yuqiu gave Lin Weimin a look, didn't you ask for it yourself?How are you satisfied this time?

Under Dean He's expectant and encouraging eyes, Lin Weimin pulled off the red cloth with force.

Under the sun, the brand-new copper nameplate is shining, and the five characters of "Weimin Library" are impressively on it.

shame!
What a shame!

Lin Weimin wanted to say something to Dean He: Dean, I'm just joking!

(End of this chapter)