1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 565

The performance appraisal system of the editorial department has become more and more perfect under Lin Weimin's busy days.

This afternoon, Lin Weimin re-examined the documents and felt that he couldn't see any problems. After get off work, he drove to Dongzongbu Hutong.

"old lady!"

Lin Weimin walked into a residential house, and called out at the door bluntly.

Wei Junyi was reading a book on the sofa, when she looked up and saw Lin Weimin, a smile appeared on her face.

She suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage a few years ago, and suffered a stroke last year. Now she has difficulty moving and her expression is not so vivid, which is in line with her usual personality.

"Why are you free?"

Wei Junyi has always been negligent in the ways of the world, whether at work or at home, the guests never take the initiative to say hello, do not ask for a seat, do not ask for tea, and talk about things.

Lin Weimin came today, and it was rare for her to ask a question.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Come and see you!"

He sat beside Wei Junyi, and cared a few words about her physical condition.

Wei Junyi's current physical condition is not very good, and her family wants to take her to Shanghai for treatment and recuperation after the new year.

After chatting for a while, Lin Weimin took out the document he compiled, Wei Junyi pretended not to be happy and said, "Is this what you said to come to see me?"

"Don't delay, I'm here to learn from this old editor."

As Lin Weimin said, he handed the document to Wei Junyi. Wei Junyi took a look at the document, but didn't read it in detail, but asked instead: "Are you going to be the editor-in-chief?"

Lin Weimin shook his body and exclaimed, "Isn't this inheriting your old glorious tradition!"

Wei Junyi teased: "Zaochun is also blind."

"You old lady, don't expect me to order."

All joking aside, Lin Weimin is about to become the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society at a young age, and Wei Junyi is really happy for him.

Lin Weimin has not been a good student who is quiet and honest since he joined the Guowen Society, but at the same time he has outstanding creative talent, and his work in the editorial position is also impressive. Wei Junyi treats him differently.

The two argued for a few words, and Wei Junyi carefully picked up the document and read it.

After more than half an hour, Wei Junyi put down the file.

"Help me up and move around." Wei Junyi said.

Lin Weimin supported Wei Junyi to get up with difficulty, and moved in small steps in the room.

"Performance appraisal..." Wei Junyi's tone was ponderous, and Lin Weimin looked at her.

"Your document is well written, but some old comrades may have some opinions."

"There are opinions for sure, but most people should support the implementation of this system."

Wei Junyi glanced at him, seeing that he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and reminded: "Don't forget, a fish can make a pot of soup."

Lin Weimin laughed, "I've thought about it. When this matter is about to be implemented, I will find Lao Yan, Lao Meng, and Lao Tan in the club. Now that you have trouble walking, I won't call you anymore!"

Wei Junyi snorted and said: "Most of my bones are buried in the soil, you won't be afraid of thunder if you torment me!"

"I didn't call you, don't say weird things."

After bickering for a few words, Wei Junyi said seriously: "You can handle this matter according to your needs. If there is a place where I need to come forward, just drive to pick me up."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You're still a good old lady!"

After chatting for a while, Lin Weimin left.

The next day, Lin Weimin handed over the drafted editorial performance appraisal system to Cheng Zaochun.

Lin Weimin hadn't taken office yet, so this document was handed over to Cheng Zaochun to let him familiarize himself with it first, and to provide comments by the way.

In the afternoon, Wen Neng came to the Guowen Society as a guest and found Lin Weimin.

He came to Yanjing for a week, and the work of drafting manuscripts was basically completed. The party was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and Lin Weimin agreed to attend.

The next day, Lin Weimin went to work all morning and slipped away in the afternoon.

The meeting organized by Wen Neng borrowed the venue of the Yanjing Cultural Association. When Lin Weimin entered the room, he saw familiar faces.

"If I knew you were coming, I would have picked you up."

Lin Weimin greeted Shi Tiesheng first, and then the little old man Wang Meng.

Tang Kangmei and Huang Anyi were sitting together, holding hands and chatting, seeing Lin Weimin, Tang Kangmei turned his head and pretended not to see him.

"An Yi, why are you here?"

Wen Neng came to Yanjing to organize manuscripts, and organized a gathering of Yanjing writers. Huang Anyi is from Shanghai. Lin Weimin was naturally curious about appearing here.

"I was invited to go to northern Shaanxi to collect folk songs, and I wanted to see Tiesheng. He said that "Flower City" organized a writers' gathering and invited me to come."

"Well, if Wen Neng hadn't invited me, I wouldn't have known about it. Your little gang can't keep me out!"

Tang Kangmei snorted coldly, Huang Anyi pulled Tang Kangmei, Lin Weimin smiled and said nothing.

Tang Kangmei, Huang Anyi, and Lin Weimin were classmates at the Institute of Literature. It stands to reason that it was inevitable to meet and make friends. However, Tang Kangmei was one of the writers' group that visited France in 88.

Lin Weimin was very unhappy with the Association of Literature and Art at that time, and because of this he quit the Association of Literature and Art, and he made a deal with this group of visiting French writers.

Tang Kangmei and Lin Weimin were classmates. Afterwards, Tang Kangmei explained a few words through classmates, saying that the French writers at that time did not deliberately slander, but just chatted there, and couldn't help but complain.

Now that the matter has passed, it can be regarded as an old public case.

Lin Weimin didn't mind, but it seemed that Tang Kangmei was a little bit brooding.

Huang Anyi explained to the two of them, and Tang Kangmei reluctantly said a few words to Lin Weimin, and the atmosphere became harmonious.

In addition to these few people at today's gathering, there are also Li Guowen, Chen Rong and Zhang Jie.

Li Guowen is the writer of "Spring in Winter", which won the first Yanbing Literature Award together with Lin Weimin's "The Wind".

Many people are not familiar with Chen Rong's name, but when it comes to her three children, many people are familiar with it—Liang Zuo, Liang Tian, ​​and Liang Huan, all of whom are celebrities in the film and television industry in later generations.

"From Liang Tian's point of view, I have to call you Auntie." Lin Weimin said to Chen Rong with a smile.

Chen Rong said with a smile: "Everything is different."

The crowd laughed.

There is also Zhang Jiehe who is one year younger than Chen Rong, but is over fifty years old. Her "Heavy Wings" was published by Guowen Society, and she won the second Yanbing Literature Award.

The lineup of this year's writers gathering is brilliant, and Wen Neng can bring this group together thanks to the name of "Flower City".

With so many writers present, if we insist on dividing them, Wang Meng, Chen Rong, Li Guowen, and Zhang Jie should be regarded as writers of the older generation, and the rest of them should be regarded as writers of the new generation.

At writers’ gatherings, besides literature itself, what everyone talks about the most is various literary anecdotes and gossip.

Everyone is naturally divided into a small group and a small group in twos and threes. Occasionally, this small group and that small group will be confused and regrouped.

Shi Tiesheng and Wang Meng were talking about the books they had read recently, while Zhang Jie and Huang Anyi were talking about raising cats.

Lin Weimin can chat with anyone, and change places after a while. Right now he is sitting with Li Guowen. The two have a mutual friend, Liang Xiaosheng, and they are also talking about Liang Xiaosheng.

At the beginning, because Yan Film Studio wanted to promote him as the director of the art department of the factory, Liang Xiaosheng asked Lin Weimin about this issue. Finally, under Lin Weimin's suggestion, he gave up the promotion opportunity.

But the year before last, Liang Xiaosheng was still transferred to the China Children's Film Studio as the deputy director of the art committee.

The reason is also very simple, China Children's Film Studio can solve the housing problem for him.

A group of people chatted enthusiastically all afternoon, and Wen Neng organized a dinner in the evening, which seemed to be an old contributor.

Soliciting manuscripts is not simply an invitation to draft, but a matter of human sophistication.

If you don't have a good relationship, how can you get the freshly released manuscripts from the writers?
During the meal, Huang Anyi asked Lin Weimin, "Are you familiar with Lu Yao?"

"Well, did you meet Lu Yao in northern Shaanxi this time?"

"It's me he received." Huang Anyi said.

Huang Anyi was invited to go to northern Shaanxi to gather folk songs, and the Cultural Association was responsible for the reception, so it was reasonable for Lu Yao to come forward.

"I had a little trouble with him!" Huang Anyi said.

Lin Weimin asked: "What's wrong?"

Huang Anyi then talked about the situation in northern Shaanxi, but there were no major contradictions.

Huang Anyi has lived in a place like Shanghai since she was a child, and has never been to northern Shaanxi. Even the place where she went to the countryside is much poorer, and the natural conditions are even worse.

Huang Anyi was surprised and said to people: "This place in northern Shaanxi is really desolate. It's hard to imagine how people can live here! Why don't people move out from the high slopes of the loess?"

I didn't want to offend Lu Yao with this sentence. Lu Yao lived in northern Shaanxi since he was a child, and he could know his feelings for this land from his words. Hearing Huang Anyi's words, Lu Yao felt that she did not respect her hometown, so He reprimanded Huang Anyi very unhappy.

Huang Anyi recalled the scene at that time, her face was a little distressed, Lin Weimin smiled and said: "What am I supposed to do? You don't mean anything malicious. You don't know him well, and you have a bit of self-esteem. I will call him later and talk about it." Enough."

"It's best to be able to speak up. I didn't mean to look down on Northern Shaanxi when I said that."

Lin Weimin nodded. Of course he knew that Huang Anyi didn't mean to belittle her. However, she lived in the city since she was a child and her family background is superior. Sometimes her careless words would hurt others unintentionally.

When "Contemporary" held a pen meeting in Yantai before, Huang Anyi teased Mo Yan, why does "Transparent Carrot" have to be carrots?Red sweet potatoes are also fine!
Because of this joke Huang Anyi offended Mo Yan.

Northern Shaanxi is the hometown where Lu Yao grew up. "Transparent Carrot" incorporates Mo Yan's real experience, and Huang Anyi can only be blamed for not knowing the details.

"It's just a misunderstanding, and it will be cleared up after a few words." Lin Weimin comforted Huang Anyi.

After the party held by Wen Neng, Lin Weimin went to work normally the next day. As soon as he arrived at the office, the phone rang.

"For the people, come to my office."

On the phone, Cheng Zaochun's voice was serious and hasty, as soon as he heard something urgent.

Lin Weimin put down the phone and hurried to the front building.

(End of this chapter)