1980 My literary era

Before leaving, Wang Shuo suddenly grabbed Lin Weimin and gave him a small wad of solidarity.

Lin Weimin touched it and found that it cost at least a few hundred dollars.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Shuo's face was red and his mouth was a little swollen, "Give this money to Tiesheng. His life is very tight, so I won't visit him."

"Give it to him yourself!" Lin Weimin said.

Wang Shuo's eyes flickered and he said hesitantly: "You'd better give it to him. I'm so busy these days that I can't spare the time."

Lin Weimin looked at Wang Shuo and seemed to understand something. He nodded and said, "Sure, I'll give it to him later, but he may not be able to ask for it."

"It's okay. It's his business whether he wants it or not. It's my business whether he gives it or not." After Wang Shuo finished speaking, he waved his hand freely and said, "Let's go!"

Wang Shuo and Xie Jing left, riding bicycles.

Lin Weimin held the bundle of unity in his hand, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

Wang Shuo has many shortcomings. He is timid and talkative. He is proud when he succeeds and shrinks when he fails.

But one good thing about him is that he always seems to have such an innocent heart.

He is timid, but he can stand up when encountering injustice, even if he just speaks out.

He talks nonsense, but no matter how harsh his words are, his heart is soft.

If you don't have the fortitude and depth to do important things, then you can show your true feelings, even if it's a little vulgar, it's better than putting on airs.

He met Shi Tiesheng through Lin Weimin. When he went to Tiesheng's house before, he always said that Tiesheng's life was too difficult and he must help him if he had the chance.

Now, he has fulfilled his promise.

A few hundred dollars is not much for Lin Weimin.

But for Shi Tiesheng, who has not yet become famous, it is a huge amount of income.

Tiesheng did not go to work in the street factory this year due to health reasons, and the family's financial resources have been greatly reduced.

Fortunately, he is now improving in his creation. He always publishes one or two works a year, and his income is not bad while sitting at home. In addition, Shi's father works, and the family's income is still good.

But the problem is that Tiesheng owed thousands of dollars in foreign debt due to his previous illness, as well as the family expenses caused by his continued illness.

Therefore, even though Shi Tiesheng has started to earn royalties in the past two years, his family's living standard is still not good.

Lin Weimin always helped Shi Tiesheng, but the way he chose was to provide subtle help in life.

Compared with his method, Wang Shuo's method was much simpler and cruder.

Lin Weimin didn't know whether Shi Tiesheng would accept it, or whether he would feel comfortable if he accepted it.

But he thought of Wang Shuo's eyes before leaving, a look full of guilt and contradiction.

When friends talk about literature together, Wang Shuo is the most eloquent and always the one who likes to talk eloquently. When it comes to famous people, he always scorns them, and few of them look down on them.

Everyone knows that he is very ambitious in literary creation.

But just like this, a person with lofty ideals in literary creation has now bowed his head to reality and has become a common man who made his fortune through speculation.

No one needs to judge, Wang Shuo is the one who despises himself the most.

For a few taels of silver, Wang Shuo gave up the literary dream in his heart. What Wang Shuo betrayed was his former self.

And Shi Tiesheng happened to be like a mirror.

Even though he was physically disabled and his conditions were difficult, his passion for creation never diminished.

The wad of solidarity he handed out was not only money, but also his confession to the goddess of literature who had been betrayed by him.

Looking at Wang Shuo's retreating figure, Lin Weimin would always think of himself when he first entered the Institute of Literature, how similar he was!

He couldn't help but feel lucky that he had come this far, and at the same time, he felt sorry for Wang Shuo.

Fortunately, his good days are numbered.

He is now 81 years old, so let him enjoy it for a few days.

In 1983, Lin Weimin would hold his neck and push him under the skirt of the literary goddess he betrayed.

Thief Sun, you will die under the crotch of the goddess in this life.

At the weekend, Lin Weimin went to Yanying.

He found Han Zhuangzhuang first, and Han Zhuangzhuang took him to find Tian Zhuangzhuang.

Seeing Lin Weimin, Tian Zhuangzhuang showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. Only Han Zhuangzhuang, a tough guy, couldn't see how petty he was playing.

Tian Zhuangzhuang took the initiative to mention this matter and apologized to Lin Weimin, which made Lin Weimin feel a lot more comfortable.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal."

Tian Zhuangzhuang felt happy when he saw that he was not angry. He led Lin Weimin to the teacher's office, where Lin Weimin met Xie Fei, the instructor of Tian Zhuangzhuang's 78th grade students' graduation project.

People in later generations often refer to the fifth generation of directors, which in a broad sense refers to the directors who grew up after the buzz, and in a narrow sense refers more to the group of students in the 78-level directing department of Yanying.

And Xie Fei is the leader among that group of forgotten fourth-generation directors.

This group of people caught up with the movement when their creative energy was at its peak. By the time a hundred flowers bloomed, the fifth generation of directors had already come out on top, and they could only lament that fate was playing tricks on people.

However, Xie Fei's directorial career did not end abruptly during the movement like other fourth-generation directors, and then perished during the reform and opening up.

On the contrary, after the reform and opening up, his director career ushered in a new highlight moment. From the mid-to-late 1980s to the 1990s, his works such as "Scented Soul Girl", "Benming Year", and "The Black Horse" frequently won awards. A heavyweight award in the international film industry, it is famous far and wide.

Today, Xie Fei is only forty years old and is a teacher in Yanying's directing department, responsible for the graduation works of Tian Zhuangzhuang and his students.

After a few pleasantries, Xie Fei took the initiative to introduce the preparations for Tian Zhuangzhuang's graduation project.

All the cast and crew are ready-made, composed of students of Yanying. The college also attaches great importance to the graduation works of the 78th grade, and has specially allocated 30,000 yuan as funding for filming and production.

"So, the only problem left is the script." Lin Weimin said.

Tian Zhuangzhuang said: "Teacher Lin, I need your help with the script."

"This is your graduation work. It wouldn't be good if I interfered too much. You told me before that you wanted to use "Memories of the Small Yard" or "The Death of Yura" for the script. Have you made a decision now?"

Tian Zhuangzhuang glanced at Xie Fei and said, "We decided to listen to your opinion and choose "Little Courtyard Chronicles". The script is almost finished."

"So fast?" Lin Weimin was a little surprised.

Xie Fei said: "They have been writing the script before. This is their graduation work and cannot meet the standards for public release. The hospital's plan is to let them shoot for ten minutes."

Lin Weimin nodded clearly and said, "Let's do this. Bring the script over first and let me take a look."

Tian Zhuangzhuang's face was filled with joy, "Just wait, I'll get it for you right away."

Tian Zhuangzhuang went out for a few minutes. When he came back, he not only brought the script, but he was also followed by two classmates. They were Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin, the co-directors of this graduation work.