1980 My literary era

The voice that called Lin Weimin was full of energy and had the unique charm of Beijing accent.

Lin Weimin turned around and saw a young man with a beard.

"Teacher Lin!" Tian Zhuangzhuang came up, slightly out of breath.

"This classmate, do you have anything to do with me?" Lin Weimin asked.

Tian Zhuangzhuang nodded, "Teacher Lin, please introduce yourself. I am Tian Zhuangzhuang, a student of the 1978 directing department."

"I just met in the classroom, what do you want from me?"

"Teacher Lin, how about we find a place to talk."

Lin Weimin and Ni Zhen looked at each other, "Let's talk here, I'm ready to leave."

"Okay then. Teacher Lin, it's like this. Our 78-level directing department students will graduate next year. This year the school will start asking us to prepare graduation works. I hope to use your "The Death of Yura" as our graduation project. work."

Tian Zhuangzhuang finished speaking in one breath and looked at Lin Weimin with expectant eyes.

"this……"

Lin Weimin's deep tone made Tian Zhuangzhuang's heart skip a beat.

If Lin Weimin remembers correctly, the graduation work of Tian Zhuangzhuang and his 78th grade students should be "Small Courtyard".

"Are you sure you want to use my "Death of Yura"?"

Tian Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment and said: "Actually, there are two options now, one is your "The Death of Yura", and the other is the writer Huang Anyi's "Miscellaneous Notes on the Small Courtyard".

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "It's really fate. An Yi and I are still classmates."

Tian Zhuangzhuang said: "Mr. Lin, I personally prefer your "The Death of Yura". Both Kaige and I particularly like this work of yours."

Lin Weimin looked at Tian Zhuangzhuang's careful look and said: "If we consider it purely based on the content, maybe "Miscellaneous Notes on the Small Courtyard" is more suitable as our graduation work."

Tian Zhuangzhuang looked a little surprised, "Teacher Lin..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want you to use it. In fact, "The Death of Yura" is too short, and many of its contents are metaphysical things that are difficult to express in a concrete way.

I still recommend An Yi's "Miscellaneous Notes of a Small Courtyard" to "Contemporary". The dramatic tension of this novel is not that outstanding, but it has enough details and is delicate enough. If you film it carefully, the effect should be good. . "

"But you should communicate this matter with the teachers at the school yourself. Whether it is "Miscellaneous Notes of the Small Courtyard" or "The Death of Yura", I am very welcome. I can say hello to you at An Yi's place. "

After hearing what he said, Tian Zhuangzhuang felt a little grateful in his heart.

"Thank you very much, Teacher Lin."

"Don't be polite. Talk to your school leader later and just pay the royalties."

Tian Zhuangzhuang was stunned for a moment, then thought of the joke Teacher Lin made with the agricultural students in class, and immediately realized that this must be Teacher Lin's humor.

"Don't think I'm joking, I'm serious. You guys from the film school don't want writers like us to work for you for free, right?"

Being exposed, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Tian Zhuangzhuang's face, "No way, Teacher Lin, we will definitely pay the royalties."

"That's what you said!"

After Lin Weimin left, Tian Zhuangzhuang stood at the school gate and looked at his back. A voice beside him said, "Is your name Tian Zhuangzhuang?"

Tian Zhuangzhuang turned around and saw a majestic figure, "Yes."

Han Zhuangzhuang said: "I know you, you are quite famous in school. By coincidence, my name is Han Zhuangzhuang."

He glanced at Han Zhuangzhuang in surprise and asked, "Do you know Teacher Lin?"

"He is my uncle."

Uncle?

Tian Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Weimin who had gone away, and then at Han Zhuangzhuang who was as strong as an ox.

It’s so hard to recognize these uncles and nephews!

Tian Zhuangzhuang is a lively person. When he learned that Han Zhuangzhuang and Lin Weimin were uncles and nephews, he enthusiastically hugged Han Zhuangzhuang's shoulders.

He is nearly a head shorter than Han Zhuangzhuang and looks a little funny.

"Brother, do you want to participate in the graduation joint production shooting of our classmates from the 1978 class?"

Han Zhuangzhuang did not doubt that he was there and said happily: "Can I do it?"

"Of course, you are more beautiful than Pan An, and you are a talent for our crew."

Hearing what he said, Han Zhuangzhuang's confidence immediately increased, "You still have vision."

Tian Zhuangzhuang's eyes casually looked in the direction where Lin Weimin was walking away.

Teacher Lin, don’t blame the students for not practicing martial ethics. It’s because the school’s funds are limited!

The day after returning from Yanying, Lin Weimin went to work normally.

When I walked to the communication room, I was stopped by Uncle Zhai. He pointed to a sack of letters on the floor and said, "Take it away quickly. The people in the front building are too lazy to deliver it to you."

Lin Weimin reluctantly picked up the sack and came to the office.

"Look at Weimin's popularity. Our Contemporary magazine doesn't even get as many letters as you." Rong Shihui joked with a smile.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. There are so many letters. I don't even know when I will open them." Lin Weimin smiled bitterly.

Yao Shuzhi jumped out, "I can help you!"

"Are you so kind?" Lin Weimin looked at her sideways.

Yao Shuzhi snorted, "I don't know a good heart."

Then he rolled his eyes and said, "Think about it, it's only three yuan a day."

Lin Weimin glared at her.

While several people were chatting, Xie Mingqing knocked on the office door.

"Hey, rare guest, why are you here, Teacher Xie?" Lin Weimin invited him in and poured him a glass of water.

Xie Mingqing took a sip of water and said, "I came here to tell you about the publication of Farewell My Concubine."

Several colleagues in the office immediately pricked up their ears when they heard this.

Lin Weimin said with some surprise: "Published? Is it too soon?"

Xie Mingqing said: "It's a bit fast, but who made "Farewell My Concubine" popular now? The leaders can't wait."

Rong Shihui answered and asked: "Lao Xie, you have sold almost 600,000 copies of the April issue, right?"

"It's almost the same. There should be another printing in a few days."

"Aren't you afraid of slow sales when "Farewell My Concubine" is published at this time?"

Xie Mingqing said: "When we talk about publishing now, we don't mean to publish it right away. The publisher will definitely have to wait for the April issue to calm down."

He turned to Lin Weimin and said, "How is it? Weimin has no objection, right?"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "As long as the royalties are paid, I have no objection."

Xie Mingqing pointed at him with a smile, "You, you, you undercharged the royalties from our agency? You will never forget this."

"My family was miserable when I was a kid. I have to make more money, and I'm counting on the royalties to get a wife!" Lin Weimin joked.

Colleagues pointed at him and laughed, and the office burst into laughter.

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