1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 57
Shi Tiesheng's illness gradually improved, and Lin Weimin was very happy for his friend.

That day Rong Shihui came to the Cultural Lecture Institute.

"Editor Rong, why are you here?"

"Send the manuscript to you."

Rong Shihui took out the manuscripts from his bag, "Among these manuscripts, 3 were directly rejected. There are still 9 manuscripts that need to be revised by the students in your class. We have made detailed comments on the manuscripts. If Anyone who doesn't understand can ask them to communicate with our editorial department."

The total word count of the 17 manuscripts exceeds 50 words, which is a big project for the editors. The feedback in such a short period of time shows the seriousness and dedication of these editors.

Of the 17 manuscripts, only 5 could be directly published in the magazine, which is neither high nor low, including Lin Weimin's novel "The Cliff".

"Okay, got it."

"How about An Yi's novel?"

Rong Shihui said: "It can be published, and it will be scheduled for the next issue."

Lin Weimin smiled, "That's good."

Rong Shihui wanted to leave after finishing his speech, but was stopped by Lin Weimin, "Don't leave in a hurry."

"what?"

"Since I'm here, I'm just going to talk to my classmates about some problems in revising the manuscript, so I won't waste my time."

"alright."

The students welcomed Rong Shihui very much. He is a senior editor of a well-known journal. For the group of people in the class who make a living by coding, his guidance is very useful.

After a while, Rong Shihui was surrounded by a circle of people, and finally moved his position to the cafeteria, and asked Rong Shihui to share an editing class with everyone temporarily. He even ate lunch at the Institute of Literature, and finally arrived. Freedom was restored in the afternoon.

"Good guy, you guys at the Institute of Literature are so enthusiastic!" Rong Shihui said with lingering fear.

Lin Weimin chuckled and said, "You have to understand everyone, you will be graduating soon. Whether your works can be published represents your learning achievements, can you not be serious?"

"Yes, yes, I understand. You guys are all baby bumps who make shoes. Before Xu Gang went to Lao Mengna and said that when you graduate, let our magazine accept some manuscripts from students and see what there is. If the one in the picture can be published, it will be published.

I didn't think about it, you kid wanted to lead | what the leader thought, and was anxious to lead | what the leader was anxious for, and solved a big problem for you Director Xu! "

"Hey, I just made a mistake."

After chatting for a while, Rong Shihui took the initiative to mention work.

"Don't worry about your work, Lao Tan told me that it should be stable."

"Really?" Lin Weimin said in surprise.

"Really, you can't go wrong with Lao Yan's leaky tone. You just wait for the transfer order after graduation."

Lin Weimin grabbed Rong Shihui's hand, "Thank you President Yan, thank you Editor-in-Chief Wei, thank you Director Meng, thank you Tan..."

"That's enough, that's enough..." Rong Shihui pulled out his hand impatiently, with a look of disgust on his face, "It's not enough for you, those who don't know think you won some big prize."

"Hey, am I excited?"

"Be happy, be happy, don't get carried away, study hard during this time, and don't make any fools." Rong Shihui urged.

"Do not worry."

Lin Weimin was full of joy, and went back to the institute humming a little tune. When he saw Huang Zonghan approaching, his tune lifted.

"Old Huang, An Yi's article is going to be published in Contemporary."

Huang Zonghan glanced at him speechlessly, "Didn't the editor Rong say that?"

"Have you said that? Maybe I forgot."

"Virtue!" Huang Zonghan was very dissatisfied with Lin Weimin's taunting.

In today's class, some people are happy and some are sad. More than 20 people participated in Lin Weimin's collective writing project, and 17 manuscripts were produced.

5 articles can be directly published on the album, 9 articles need to be revised, and 3 articles are directly rejected, and there is no chance of revision.

The first two are easy to say, and the truth of the three unlucky ones who were killed is really a bit embarrassing.

They are all classmates, and they all write stories with the same theme and core. Others have posted, but yours have not.

You can't ask, asking is a dish.

Among the three big dishes, one of them is Cheng Shixu.

My buddy was blown away this time. Originally, Lin Weimin's writing project was tailor-made for him, but in the end he was eliminated directly, and he felt like crying.

Fortunately, there are still two troubled brothers accompanying him, one is Qu Xiaowei and the other is Jiao Yundian.

"Okay, don't make a sad face, isn't it just being rejected? It's not like I haven't experienced it before." Lin Weimin put his arm around Cheng Shixu's shoulder and comforted him, "Look at that guy, isn't he alive and kicking?"

Cheng Shixu followed Lin Weimin's line of sight, Qu Xiaowei was tinkering with the tape in his hand, and with the iconic afro wig on his head, he was preparing for the evening dance.

When Cheng Shixu saw Qu Xiaowei, he couldn't help feeling even more sad. Now he can only compare with this.

The turmoil caused by Rong Shihui's arrival gradually calmed down in the class. Those whose manuscripts were rejected tried to try other directions, and those who needed to revise their manuscripts desperately revised their manuscripts.

In the evening, Lin Weimin rode his bicycle out of School D and headed west.

At No. 22, Gate 6, Building 10, Muxidi, Lin Weimin knocked on the door.

It was Wan Fang who opened the door, and Lin Weimin politely said hello to the senior sister.

"Hi Weimin, come in."

Li Yuru was cooking, today Mr. Wan was not in the study, but sitting in the living room.

Seeing Lin Weimin coming, Mr. Wan made him a cup of tea.

"Sit for a while and wait for dinner." Mr. Wan said.

"Okay." Lin Weimin sat down and chatted with Mr. Wan.

After dinner, Mr. Wan called Lin Weimin into the study.

Still the same as the previous few times, I first asked about the content of the book list and drama, and Lin Weimin answered fluently.

Mr. Wan nodded in relief, "That's right, it's pretty serious."

"As your student, do you still need to worry about this?" Lin Weimin couldn't help but tremble.

"You don't look like an adult at all, so be more prudent."

"Oh." Lin Weimin responded.

Lin Weimin observed Mr. Wan's face, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Teacher, have you greeted the Guowen Society?"

This question is the purpose of Lin Weimin's visit today.

When Xu Gang revealed his tone to him before, the first thing he thought of was Mr. Wan.

By Lin Weimin's side, there is no other person who can explain his work arrangements in one sentence, except Mr. Wan.

Mr. Wan looked at Lin Weimin and smiled, "Yes."

it is as expected.

Lin Weimin stood up excitedly, "Teacher, I... really don't know how to thank you."

Mr. Wan waved his hand, signaling him to sit down.

"When I talked about your work before, I saw that you were in a difficult situation. I happened to be able to help. I accepted you as a student, and I really don't know how many useful things I can teach you. Solving this job is not in vain. Let you call me teacher."

"teacher……"

Lin Weimin's face was full of emotion.

(End of this chapter)