A widower's entertainment

Chapter 40 [People’s Literature is coming] (please follow up)
  Decheng, Chunfeng Lane.

The sun is just right, a rare sunny day in the yard.

Lin Youcheng held Lin Zhaole in his arms, with his feet stepping directly on the sheets and quilt in the big wooden basin. As for Lin Zhaohuan, he followed Lin Zhaoman's butt and played with the bamboo dragonfly. He pinched it with his hand, and then the bamboo dragonfly flew high. .

Lin Youcheng was also in a good mood. He received a bill of royalties from Xi'an Film Studio. It was exactly the three hundred and fifty yuan that Dong Zhao had told him before.

In addition to receiving this unexpected reward, he had just finished drafting his murder-and-arson love story.

This is also a joy.

Lin Youcheng was even considering whether to take advantage of today's happy day to wait for Lin Zhaoxi and his brother to finish school before going to the next restaurant.

The food in state-owned restaurants is much more delicious than what he cooks.

After all, his father-in-law, who served his master personally, did not come from the imperial kitchen. He was just an old Linzi who worked to coax children.

For some reason, Lin Youcheng missed the spicy beef in the state-owned restaurant.

Just when Lin Youcheng was holding the baby, washing the sheets and quilts with his feet, and thinking about whether to go to the state-owned restaurant to eat again, someone came in from the yard.

"Hello, are you Comrade Lin Youcheng?"

The middle-aged man who walked in wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He was thin but energetic. He had a smile on his face. He walked up to Lin Youcheng and asked.

Lin Youcheng hugged the child, nodded and said, "I am."

Seeing Lin Youcheng nodding in recognition, the middle-aged man was instantly happy and said quickly: "Hello, Comrade Lin Youcheng, I am Zhang Wei, the editor of "People's Literature"."

"People's Literature"?
  Editor Zhang Wei?

Lin Youcheng was stunned. He didn't expect the editor of "People's Literature" to appear here.

Obviously, the reason why editor Zhang Wei came here must be to see him.

This really made Lin Youcheng never expect that after all, the "People's Literature" magazine's status was not ordinary, and it would actually come to see him.

The types of periodicals and magazines in the 1980s cannot be compared with those now. The most common ones on the market are "People's Literature", "Harvest", "October", "Contemporary" and "Zhongshan". It can be said that this is the literature that countless authors most want to study. Magazine.

It can be said that there is no author who does not want to be published in the journal "People's Literature".

"Hello, Editor Zhang."

Lin Youcheng quickly came out of the tub and said, "I'm sorry, Editor Zhang, please wait a moment."

"No rush! You go first!"

Zhang Wei adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and couldn't help laughing when he saw a writer like Lin Youcheng holding a child and washing the sheets with his feet. This was the first time he saw a writer holding a child and washing the sheets with his feet. No matter how you look at the picture, you find it interesting.

He should remember this scene for a long time.

Of course, Zhang Wei had already known that Lin Youcheng, who wrote "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", was a widower with six children, which was not easy.

Before that, I was a sanitation worker sweeping the streets.

Zhang Wei naturally knew all of this.

Now watching Lin Youcheng take care of the baby and wash the sheets at the same time, he just felt that it was really not easy for Lin Youcheng, the author.

Zhang Wei saw Lin Youcheng putting the child in the cradle, preparing to wash the sheets and quilt with clean water first, and said, "Comrade Lin Youcheng, let me help you."    "Huh?"

Lin Youcheng didn't expect Zhang Wei to put down his bag, just roll up his sleeves and help him twist the sheets. He was a little surprised, but he didn't refuse.

Zhang Wei helped Lin Youcheng wring out the sheets and said, "Comrade Lin Youcheng, I'm here to meet you specifically this time. The article "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" you wrote was particularly well written and very touching. I I personally like this story very much.”

"It also caused a lot of repercussions domestically."

"Why didn't you think of submitting an article to People's Literature magazine at the beginning?"

Lin Youcheng couldn't help but laugh when he heard Zhang Wei ask this question, and said honestly: "I'm worried that the threshold is too high and I won't be able to pass the draft."

When Zhang Wei heard what Lin Youcheng said, he said, "You are looking down on yourself."

"You know, what's my favorite thing you said?"

"Which sentence?"

"What I like the most is what you said. What you write is people's literature, and it is written for the people."

Zhang Wei looked at Lin Youcheng and said: "You see, you have said it yourself, you write people's literature, why don't you submit it to the magazine "People's Literature"?"

Lin Youcheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhang Wei had actually read his interview. While drying the sheets, he said, "I just said it casually."

"How can this be said casually? I think you are absolutely right. People's literature is written for the people."

"Actually, I have always believed that obscurity and obscurity have become a sign of literary success. It seems that the harder it is to read, the more artistic it is. I think this is a misunderstanding, just like the easier it is to read, the more artistic it is. Can one say whether it is obscure or not? It has nothing to do with artistry. We do not exclude some obscure works that explore the hazy areas of human consciousness. However, it is wrong to use difficulty as a sign of the success of a work. For ordinary people, being able to read is a necessary condition for their acceptance. .”

“The difference between new literature and old literature is that it does not regard literature as a pastime when you are frustrated or a toy when you are proud, but as a thing that is closely related to real life. Artistic requirements are also very important. But this is another kind of artistic taste, habit and method that is different from the elite. It cannot be simply required by the taste of the elite. I am actually very worried that over-emphasis on artistry, accompanied by inward turn and pure literature, will make literature Far away from these people."

Lin Youcheng was very surprised when he heard Zhang Wei's words. He did not expect that Zhang Wei would actually say such words.

Zhang Wei looked at Lin Youcheng and said without beating around the bush: "Comrade Lin Youcheng, let me tell you, I am also from Decheng. I am coming back to visit relatives this time, and I am also here to see you. We at People's Literature appreciate you very much. The piece "Love at the Hawthorn Tree"."

"I came here this time just to make an appointment with you."

Obviously, Zhang Wei didn't beat around the bush and told the truth.

Lin Youcheng was not surprised. The editor of "People's Literature" magazine also asked him to write a manuscript, because he had already guessed something since Zhang Wei came here and said these words to him.

"Comrade Lin Youcheng, do you have any new novels recently?"

Lin Youcheng hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully: "I just finished writing a novel, and I plan to send it to Novel Monthly later."

When Zhang Wei heard what Lin Youcheng said, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world. His whole eyes were shining, and he immediately asked: "Can I take a look?"

"This--"

Lin Youcheng was a little hesitant. He had previously promised Dong Zhao that he would send the completed novel to him as soon as possible.

Now I'll show it to the editor of "People's Literature" to see if it will really be taken seriously.

What if this is taken a fancy to?
  Does this mean that he will become a scumbag who always gives up?

　Please read it! ! I really want to read it!

　　I need motivation and support!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)