1980 My literary era

"Dang Dang!" Lin Weimin was looking down at the manuscript, and the sound of tapping on his desk interrupted his concentration.

"Director!" Lin Weimin stood up.

Meng Weizai asked him to sit down, and then asked: "I heard from Comrade Wenjing that the questionnaire added to "People's Literature" was your idea?"

Lin Weimin told the story about the people and arts before. Meng Weizai nodded after listening, and after thinking for a moment, he asked: "What do you think of our "Contemporary" adding this questionnaire?"

Lin Weimin looked at him with some surprise, "Director, why are you asking me about this?"

"Didn't the idea come up with you?"

"Adding a questionnaire will increase the printing cost."

Meng Weizai said: "The cost is negligible. I just feel that it is not concrete enough to measure the quality of works by just relying on letters from readers. This idea is very good and has great reference value."

"I have no problem with it. This is also a good thing for our publication."

Meng Weizai nodded and left the office.

After he left, Liu Yin joked: "For the people, it's okay. Now you can become half of our editorial department. The director has to come and ask your opinion."

"Sister, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. If your words are heard by the director, he will have to peel off my skin."

Colleagues in the office laughed, and Rong Shihui said: "Who asked you to come up with such a good idea for the front office? It's a pity that you are still working at our "Contemporary"."

"Comrade Lao Rong, your thoughts have been on a slippery slope recently! What do you think of us? We are a big family, how can we say such things?" Lin Weimin said pretending to be serious.

Rong Shihui smiled and pointed at Lin Weimin, "You, you, you never suffer from your words."

Several people were chatting and laughing. Yao Shuzhi walked to Lin Weimin's desk and put a copy of "People's Literature" on his desk, "For the people, sign for me!"

"Hey! Do I have this kind of treatment now?"

Yao Shuzhi rolled her eyes at him, "Give it to my sister!"

"You don't look like you're begging for help!" Lin Weimin almost posed on the chair like Ge You was paralyzed.

Yao Shuzhi glared at him helplessly and took out a handful of peanuts from her pocket.

"She's quite sensible. What's your sister's name?"

"Yao Shuhua."

Lin Weimin wiped his big hand on the desk, and the peanut disappeared without a trace. He took up his pen and wrote a line of blessing on the inside page of "People's Literature", and then signed his name.

Liu Yin smiled and said: "Wei Min's Farewell My Concubine is really popular. Maybe the sales of this issue of People's Literature will hit a new high."

Lin Weimin quickly waved his hand and said: "Sister Liu, please don't dig a hole to bury me!"

"How can I dig a hole for you? Really, at least my family and friends, all of them said yes after seeing it. The most important thing is that everyone is willing to discuss it!"

"That's true..." Rong Shihui filled the tea cup with a thermos bottle, "Wei Min's novel this time has really received a good response. Previously, "Cliff" relied on the power of radio, but this time it is real. of hard power.”

"Oh, it's true. The first half of this year hasn't passed yet, and Weimin, your two novels have become popular, okay!" Liu Yin looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of amazement in his eyes.

"Lucky, lucky!" Lin Weimin said politely and without sincerity.

Zhu Changsheng said: "This issue of People's Literature has been published for several days. There should be a lot of letters from readers, right?"

"Who knows? You must go to the secretary's office first. I guess he will have to deliver a letter to Weimin from the front floor in two days. It's good now that we have the front floor and the back floor. It's very convenient."

Lin Weimin was thinking quickly. Not only letters from readers, but also voices from the media and critics were coming out one after another in the past few days.

When discussing Lin Weimin and his latest novel "Farewell My Concubine" in the editorial board of "Contemporary".

Wuyuan Town Health Center, Haiyan County, Zhijiang Province.

Yu Hua put down the "People's Literature" in his hand and frowned.

He had just finished reading "Farewell My Concubine" published by Lin Weimin above. He admired the wonderfulness of the novel and admired Lin Weimin even more.

At the same time, he was also thinking about what was so good about the novel "Farewell My Concubine"?

Yu Hua picked up the magazine again and read it over and over.

This reading lasted for more than half an hour. Just when he was about to put down the magazine, a sudden enlightenment arose in his heart.

Why is "Farewell My Concubine" so good?

Because Cheng Dieyi is miserable!

Born in a humble family, his mother cut off six of his fingers with a knife in order to let him join the theater troupe. In order to learn opera, he suffered a lot and even changed his orientation. Before he became famous, he was defiled by Eunuch Zhang, and after he became famous, he was defiled by Fourth Master Yuan.

Senior brother Duan Xiaolou married a prostitute, Juxian, and betrayed their promise to sing opera for a lifetime. He was miserable. He broke his throat after accidentally eating opium, and kindly took in Xiao Si, but he was a white-eyed wolf who repaid kindness with revenge.

Bing Bing saw the darkness of human nature. He was completely desperate and committed suicide with a sword.

Yu Hua felt miserable just thinking about it. Teacher Lin was so brave to write it. He had never seen such a miserable protagonist.

While Yu Hua sighed in his heart, he was also analyzing.

Teacher Lin, why did he write this?

As he thought more deeply, he figured it out.

The more bad luck this character encounters, the more he will act against the odds. With this kind of confrontation, the characters created will be richer and more three-dimensional.

Yu Hua felt like he had enlightened!

He raised his hands, ignoring the strange looks from his colleagues around him, and laughed with joy.

He felt that he had found the ultimate shortcut to literary creation, the only way.

After venting for a while, Yu Hua calmed down and decided that he should give it a try and turn his idea into reality.

When he got home from get off work, he locked himself in his room without even eating and started creating.

A few hours later, crumpled manuscript papers were strewn all over the floor.

Yu Hua banged his head desperately.

It shouldn’t be. I’ve become enlightened, but why can’t I write anything?

He put down his pen depressedly, walked around the room for a long time, and then picked up "People's Literature".

As the saying goes, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

Yu Hua feels that Teacher Lin has masterfully applied novel writing techniques in the novel "Farewell My Concubine".

He should have just realized the very simple principles, but he has not yet fully understood these techniques and used them with ease.

I still think too little, I need to read more!

Read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will become apparent.

This was what his father often said to him when he was a child. Only today did Yu Hua understand the true meaning of this sentence.

He decided to watch "Farewell My Concubine" twenty times first. Only when you are familiar with it can you get a glimpse of Teacher Lin's creative wisdom contained in this novel.

Lin Weimin, who was thousands of miles away, had no idea that one of his novels had completely changed the creative philosophy of a young writer.

He would not know that in an interview a few years later, when the reporter asked Yu Hua why the protagonists of his works were so miserable, Yu Hua would reveal him as the leader on the creative road, and Lin Weimin would become a popular figure among the majority of readers. The "old thief" in the mouth of thousands of readers.