1980 My literary era

Two days later, Lin Weimin's left hand, Chen Xiaoer, and his right hand, Han Zhuangzhuang, walked into Renyi. They looked at the appearance of these right-hand men, and everyone believed them if they said they were here to beat, smash, or rob.

Ouyang Shanzun looked at both of them with a bit of teeth, so let's try a show first.

Ouyang Shanzun called an actor and asked him to play a scene with Chen Xiaoer, which was a scene from "Farewell My Concubine".

Chen Xiaoer was in high spirits. He had been waiting for this day for several months. He had almost finished the novel "Farewell My Concubine" and he almost knew the first draft of the script Lin Weimin had given him by heart.

On the stage, Chen Xiaoer performed so hard that it felt like his eyes were about to pop out.

Lin Weimin smiled awkwardly at Ouyang Shanzun, "He is a little excited."

He shouted to Chen Xiaoer on the stage: "Pace, please stop it, you're overacting."

Chen Xiaoer also realized his problem, shook his body on the stage to relax, and started again.

This time, his performance was much better. Ouyang Shanzun nodded, "Not bad."

But he frowned again as he watched. There was nothing wrong with this actor's acting skills. Why did he become more and more obscene as he watched?

After staring for a long time, he realized that Chen Xiaoer's shoulders had always been slumped, which was why his temperament was so "outstanding".

"That actor..."

Ouyang Shanzun shouted, and Chen Xiaoer on the stage was frightened. He stopped his performance and looked at Ouyang Shanzun at a loss.

"Put your shoulders up and act like a thief. Isn't it shameful to perform on stage?"

Lin Weimin couldn't help but cover his mouth, wanting to laugh but feeling embarrassed.

After finally waiting for Chen Xiaoer to finish the audition, Ouyang Shanzun said to Lin Weimin: "There is no problem in playing the fourth master Yuan, but this body requires more work."

Chen Xiaoer nodded hurriedly, bowed and said, "Teacher Ouyang, you are right. This is all a fault of my acting. In the past two years, I have only played some street roles."

Ouyang Shanzun frowned and said, "Stand up your chest!"

Chen Xiaoer subconsciously straightened his back and stood at attention with a snap. Shanzun Ouyang nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, there is still hope!"

Lin Weimin smiled again.

After watching Chen Xiaoer's play, it was Han Zhuangzhuang's turn.

When he saw Ouyang Shanzun in full aura, his nervous tongue began to knot, "Ou...Hello, Teacher Ouyang!"

Ouyang Shanzun smiled with kind eyes, completely different from when he was talking to Chen Xiaoer just now.

"Don't be nervous!" He looked Han Zhuangzhuang up and down, "The appearance is very good!"

Han Zhuangzhuang said: "Our teacher said that my appearance limits my acting skills."

Ouyang Shanzun said with a smile: "What your teacher said is correct, but he meant on the screen. Put the actors in the small frame of the TV, or on the screen of the movie, with the body shape and face shape The advantages will be reduced and the disadvantages will be exaggerated. But on the stage of drama, this limitation can almost be ignored, unless you conflict with the character itself."

He looked at Chen Xiaoer again, smiled and joked: "You two are like a villager and a harmonious couple!"

After his reminder, Lin Weimin found that this seemed to be the case. He looked at his nephew and Chen Xiaoer standing together in surprise, and actually saw an inexplicable sense of harmony.

Wait, you two are a couple, what about Lao Mao?

The image of Lao Mao crying and fainting in the toilet appeared in Lin Weimin's mind.

That's not right. Before he cooperated with Chen Xiaoer, Lao Mao was a serious movie star, the kind who was famous all over the country.

But after cooperating with Chen Xiaoer, what happened to Lao Mao?

Famous comedian.

It's pitiful to say the least. When he debuted, he was an idol movie star who was famous in thousands of households. He was the idol and dream lover of countless girls, and he became a Spring Festival Gala professional.

It's all Chen Xiaoer's fault for dragging all the hair off Lao Mao's legs.

Thinking about it this way, it seems good if the eldest nephew can be paired with Chen Xiaoer.

Lin Weimin smiled slightly.

Ouyang Shanzun looked at Han Zhuangzhuang, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

"Teacher Lin!" He called Lin Weimin.

"What's wrong?"

Ouyang Shanzun said, "What do you think of Xiao Han playing an overlord?"

Acting as a bully?

Lin Weimin immediately understood that Ouyang Shanzun should be referring to Duan Xiaolou.

"Is this...appropriate?" Lin Weimin said what he meant.

Ouyang Shanzun's eyes are meaningful. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking.

Lin Weimin looked away guiltily.

"Of course it's a little early to say this. Let's wait until Xiao Han enters our hospital." He said this, as if Han Zhuangzhuang's admission into the arts was already a certainty.

Then, Shanzun Ouyang asked Han Zhuangzhuang to come on stage to see his performance. He said to Lin Weimin: "Yes, your nephew is pretty good."

Lin Weimin said: "I have to trouble you to help train me more."

Ouyang Shanzun suggested: "How about letting Xiao Han stay with me in the rehearsal venue during this period?"

Lin Weimin wanted to say a few hypocritical polite words, but in the end he didn't say it under Ouyang Shanzun's eyes.

He couldn't help but smile, "Then I'll trouble you."

"You're welcome, Xiao Han is also one of our own."

Han Zhuangzhuang was filled with excitement when he saw his uncle and the director chatting and laughing before deciding to study in the People's Arts.

My uncle is so awesome!

After meeting with Ouyang Shanzun, Lin Weimin took Chen Xiaoer to see him again. It was troublesome for Chen Xiaoer to come to Renyi as a guest star, and the formalities were indispensable.

After finishing the work, Lin Weimin took the two of them out of Renyi.

Chen Xiaoer sighed and patted Han Zhuangzhuang on the shoulder, "Zhuangzhuang, you really have a good uncle!"

After going around in the People's Arts for a while, Chen Xiaoer, no matter how stupid he was, understood the attitude of the director Su Zhi and Ouyang Shanzun, the meritorious director. He was 100% sure that Han Zhuangzhuang would definitely enter the People's Art.

Han Zhuangzhuang grinned. He was naive, but not stupid. He could naturally see everyone's kindness towards him. All of this could only be attributed to his uncle.

"Uncle, thank you."

Lin Weimin naturally sat on the back seat of the bicycle, "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's quickly find a place to eat."

When it came to eating, Han Zhuangzhuang couldn't think about anything else, so he got on his bicycle and pedaled hard.

Chen Xiaoer was panting behind him, "Can I tell you to slow down, kid?"

Lin Weimin joked: "Pace, I'm not telling you, why are you so weak at such a young age?"

Chen Xiaoer gasped and said, "Don't gloat about others' misfortunes. If you have the guts, come down and ride."

"No need. I'm fine sitting here. You ride slowly."

After speaking, he patted Han Zhuangzhuang on the shoulder and said, "Zhuangzhuang, hurry up!"

"Okay, uncle!"

The bicycle passed by at lightning speed, and Chen Xiaoer was about to cry, "Animal!"

In mid-July, Yanying is about to graduate from her 80-level amateur acting class.

On this day, everyone took graduation photos. After taking a group photo with the teachers, it was time for the students to take a group photo.

Li Qinqin kept dragging Han Zhuangzhuang for a group photo. After taking several photos, Han Zhuangzhuang finally couldn't help it anymore and broke away from her arm.

After Han Zhuangzhuang finished taking photos with his classmates, Li Qinqin, who was waiting aside, asked, "Zhuangzhuang, when will you return to Shanghai?"

Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head, "I won't go back to Shanghai. My uncle asked me to go to the arts."

Go to Renyi?

Li Qinqin's eyes lit up and he said happily: "That's great!"

Han Zhuangzhuang remembered what Lin Weimin said to him again, and felt that he should make it clear to Li Qinqin.

"Qinqin, I don't like you!" Han Zhuangzhuang said bluntly.

Li Qinqin's face turned pale when he heard this, and he forced himself to calm down and said, "Why are you telling me this? I didn't say I like you."

Han Zhuangzhuang breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. My old uncle said you like me, but I said no!"

Li Qinqin had tears in his eyes, "Your uncle is really good at talking nonsense."

"That's right, that's right!" Han Zhuangzhuang said with a naive smile.

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to take a photo with someone else."

"good."

Han Zhuangzhuang looked at Li Qinqin's back, his face full of melancholy.

He knew that Li Qinqin was pretending, so why wasn't he pretending?

We are all adults and we need to treat each other with respect.

Han Zhuangzhuang felt a little proud.

I am indeed mature!

Li Chengru bumped Han Zhuangzhuang's shoulder and said, "You kid, you really don't know how to be charming!"

Han Zhuangzhuang frowned, "Don't understand the style? I am responsible."

"Dede, let's not talk about this." Li Chengru asked, "What's the matter? I just heard you tell Qinqin that you want to enter the arts?"

"Well, my uncle asked me to go."

Li Chengru said with envy: "It's great to have an uncle who is a great writer. If you want to improve people's arts, you can study people's arts."

"How can you get in just because you say you want to? You have to take a test."

Li Chengru gave Han Zhuangzhuang a "you think I'm a fool" look, and Han Zhuangzhuang stopped talking.

After a while, the news that Han Zhuangzhuang was going to the People's Art School spread among his classmates. Everyone came over to ask him if it was true or not. Han Zhuangzhuang was so angry that he wanted to give Li Chengru, a big mouth, a hard time.

Even the photography classmate who came to serve as a guest photographer for his class today asked Han Zhuangzhuang out of curiosity: "Zhuangzhuang, have you really entered the art world?"

Han Zhuangzhuang had met Big Brother from the photography department a few times in school, but he wasn't familiar with him. It was said that Big Brother was almost thirty when he entered the school. With the vicissitudes of his face, even if he said he was forty, some people would believe him.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, I'm preparing to take the humanities exam."

Big Brother nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Yimou, Yimou!"

Cui Xiaoqin called someone from a distance and ran closer. She said, "The graduation photos haven't been taken yet? Zhuangzhuang is waiting for your meeting!"

She saw Han Zhuangzhuang again and said, "What a coincidence. This Zhuangzhuang is also here. Get ready later and go there together."

"good."

After finishing the graduation photos, Han Zhuangzhuang went to a meeting with the big brother of the photography department. On the way, he asked: "Brother, I still don't know what your last name is?"

"My last name is Zhang."

"Oh, Zhang Yimou!"

Han Zhuangzhuang thought to himself, with this appearance, some people would believe it was my father.

The students in the classroom were all grade 78 students, who were also the behind-the-scenes production team of "Small Courtyard". The only actor who came was Han Zhuangzhuang.

Tian Zhuangzhuang stated the purpose of today's meeting. Their graduation film "Small Courtyard" will start filming tomorrow. Everyone was a little excited when they heard the news.

Tian Zhuangzhuang said to Han Zhuangzhuang: "Zhuangzhuang, go back and help Teacher Lin and let him have time to come over and give us guidance."

"Okay, Brother Tian."

After the meeting, Han Zhuangzhuang came out of the classroom. His 80-level classmates were all packing their luggage in the dormitory, and many of them were still hugging each other and crying.

After a dinner in the evening, Han Zhuangzhuang moved into the Shichahai courtyard with his luggage.

In the evening, Lin Weimin came back from get off work. Han Zhuangzhuang mentioned that the filming of "Small Courtyard" was about to start. When Tian Zhuangzhuang asked him to come over and provide guidance when he was free, Lin Weimin said, "I know, let's wait until he is free."

The next day, the editorial department of "Contemporary".

Lu Yao happily came to Lin Weimin to say goodbye. "Life" has passed the third review by the editorial department, and also passed the meeting, and it is confirmed that it will be published in the new issue in September.

The most important thing is that the editorial department took advantage of Lu Yaoren's presence and directly gave him the royalties.

For the 140,000-word "Life", Lu Yao received more than 1,300 yuan in royalties. Including the subsidies for revising the manuscript these days, it was exactly 1,400 yuan. This money made him, who was short of money, immediately take action. When he got rich, he came to the office and threw a message to Lin Weimin to congratulate him on the new year.

"What are you doing for me? I don't smoke." Lin Weimin smiled.

"Give it back to you."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll accept it."

"Let's go have dinner together tonight."

"Don't go out to eat. Come to my house to eat. I'll call a friend."

Lin Weimin simply didn't want Lu Yao to spend more money. He even suspected that the royalties might not be enough for Lu Yao to last half a year.

After getting off work, Lin Weimin took Lu Yao to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and then went to find Qu Xiaowei.

Lin Weimin knew many people in Yanjing, but few of them could be called out to drink.

Shi Tiesheng was in poor health, so if he wanted to get together with him, he could only go to his house. Zheng Guo is busy dating now. Lin Weimin saw Yao Shuzhi painting her eyebrows when he got off work. The two must have an appointment.

There is only one Qu Xiaowei, who is always busy and always available.

The chef for dinner is Han Zhuangzhuang. He has graduated now and has nothing to do except go to Renyi to study during the day.

Lin Weimin said that the old Lin family did not support idle people, so he had to get active.

The dinner table was placed under the jujube tree in the courtyard. Qu Xiaowei took a bite of the food and praised: "My nephew is very good at this skill."

Han Zhuangzhuang laughed twice and poured wine for everyone.

The one present is that he is junior, so he can only serve the situation.

After drinking, the topic opened up.

Qu Xiaowei couldn't help but sigh when he heard that Lu Yao had written a novel of more than 100,000 words that would be published in "Contemporary".

He has basically given up on the writing path, but there are still many friends around him who are persisting. Whenever he sees everyone achieving results, he always feels a little awkward.

Seeing that he was depressed, Lin Weimin changed the subject and talked about Liu Haiyan's work.

At this mention, Qu Xiaowei became even more depressed, "There's no movement yet!"

Lin Weimin comforted him: "Don't worry. Transfer work is not as simple as lip service. I had already found the receiving unit before, and it took me a month."

"I know this." Qu Xiaowei took a sip of wine, "It's just that people who are waiting are anxious."

Lu Yao asked Lin Weimin if he had written any new works recently. Lin Weimin shook his head, "No."

For others, it’s not surprising that I haven’t written anything new for a year and a half.

But it's not normal for Lin Weimin. Everyone knows that he is a famous fast shooter.

"You've been a little slack lately, don't study like Xiaowei."

Qu Xiaowei was shot while lying down and yelled a few words.

Everyone was a little drunk.

Lin Weimin told Lu Yao: "Save some money on the royalties."

Lu Yao had a cigarette in his mouth, his face was red, and he said to Lin Weimin: "Weimin, you don't understand. The biggest enemy of people like us is that they look down on themselves. Therefore, I need a special kind of publicity to offset it." Extremely low self-esteem.”

Lin Weimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Damn it, he was full of fallacies.

Lu Yao drank too much and stayed overnight at Lin Weimin's house.

Early the next morning, he boarded the train back to Shaanxi.

After sending Lu Yao away, Lin Weimin went to work.

Back in the office, he took out the New Year congratulations Lu Yao had given him and distributed them to his colleagues in the editorial department.

Several old smokers were smiling happily, while the two lesbians Liu Yin and Yao Shuzhi frowned and were full of opinions about Lin Weimin.

"I've been squirting all day long!" Liu Yin opened the window to the maximum.

A few people didn't care. They gathered together to smoke free cigarettes and chatted about Lu Yao's "Life".

The editorial department implements a three-review system, but many times everyone has the urge to see good works.

Just like Lu Yao's "Life", colleagues in the editorial department have read it once and gave it very high evaluations.

Rong Shihui said out of the professionalism of an old editor: "I'm afraid Lu Yao will really become famous this time!"

Everyone is happy to see this happen. If Lu Yao really becomes famous because of "Life", it will also be a good thing for "Contemporary".

The influence of a publication, in addition to its sales volume, is more importantly about how many celebrities it has cultivated.

The more writers it produces, the higher its visibility and influence will naturally be.

Seriously speaking, before Lu Yao published "Thrilling Scene" in "Contemporary", he had also published works in other publications, but their influence was relatively small. It was not until he published "Shocking" that he was considered to be on the national stage. stage.

What's more, Lu Yao submitted his work "Jing" to several publications at the time, but was ruthlessly rejected by all of them. Only "Contemporary" accepted Lu Yao.

Not only that, Qin Zhaoyang, the editor-in-chief of "Contemporary", even publicly published a message in the media to encourage Lu Yao.

Rong Shihui sighed: "I still remember the conversation between Lao Tan and Lu Yao. Lu Yao said that if the original sentence of death penalty is maintained here, I will prepare to burn the manuscript. There was a moment when he said this The implication behind the tone of "burning the boat" is that I'm afraid I won't engage in any literary creation in the future."

Everyone was very emotional after hearing this. Without Tan Chaoyang's decisiveness and caring for talents at that time, Lu Yao would not be where he is today.

It was "Contemporary" and Qin Zhaoyang who saved Lu Yao's creative career.

Several people were chatting with Qin Chaoyang when Qin Chaoyang knocked on the office door and everyone's chat stopped.

"Editor-in-Chief!"

Qin Chaoyang waved his hands to everyone and said, "For the people, I'll call you if I have one."

"Looking for me? Did you say something happened?" Lin Weimin asked as he walked beside him.

"Lu Dong's call came to me somehow, saying it was from the TV station." Qin Chaoyang said.

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