1980 My literary era

After arriving at Tan Chaoyang's office and waiting for a few minutes, the other party called again. Lin Weimin picked up the phone.

"Hello, are you Comrade Lin Weimin?"

"Hello, I am Lin Weimin, who are you?"

"Hello Comrade Lin Weimin, I am the director of Qindao TV Station, my name is Ren Hao. I listened to your novel "Cliff" on the radio some time ago, and I think the content is very good. Now our station plans to film "Cliff" TV series, I would like to ask for your opinion.”

Lin Weimin was a little surprised after hearing this. Adapted into a TV series?

He pondered for a moment and said, "You have to let me think about this."

Ren Hao said: "That's right. Let's do it this way. You are in Yanjing now. How about I go to Yanjing and we can meet and discuss it in detail? What do you think?"

Coming directly to the door, it seems that the willingness to adapt is very strong.

"Okay, let's talk in detail when you meet."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Weimin said to Qin Chaoyang: "The director of Qindao TV has an idea to adapt "The Cliff" into a TV series."

Qin Chaoyang nodded: "It's a good thing, it expands the influence of the work."

Back in the office, everyone asked Lin Weimin what phone call he had answered. After he said it, everyone was amazed again.

"It was only broadcast on the radio at the beginning of the year, and now it is going to be on TV. This novel for the people is really going to last a lifetime. No wonder I have no motivation to write recently!"

After everyone said this, Lin Weimin felt that he should write something?

Otherwise, if you keep doing this, you might be accused of resting on your laurels.

But what can we do?

"Hey, Weimin, I remember that your movie "Latent" was also good, not worse than "Cliff". Why is there no movement at all?" Yao Shuzhi said suddenly.

Lin Weimin said: "How could I know?"

Speaking of "Latent", among Lin Weimin's works, it seems to be a bit regrettable.

Except for a little splash when it was first published in "Zhongshan", its influence is not great.

In fact, this result is normal when you think about it. The characteristics of "Latent" itself are detailed and meticulous, which is completely different from the publicity and openness of "Cliff".

It's like a pot of tea, you have to sip it slowly to get the taste.

Until now, Lin Weimin occasionally receives letters from readers of "Latent", and their evaluations of this work are inseparable from one feeling - it has great stamina.

After thinking wildly, Lin Weimin thought it would be good to write another spy novel, maybe a trilogy!

He selected the works he wanted to write in his mind. After thinking for a while, he quickly selected the target.

That’s right.

Having set his goal, Lin Weimin's eyes became firm, and he wished he could immediately sit down at his desk and write.

Unfortunately, conditions didn't allow it, so he ran to Meng Weizai's office when it was almost time to get off work.

"What's up?"

"Director, I want to ask for leave!"

"Ask for leave? Personal leave? Sick leave?" The old comrade looked at Lin Weimin.

"Creation fake!"

"Creative holiday?"

Meng Weizai thought for a few seconds before reacting, "Isn't it okay for you to work during the day and create at night?"

"I want to concentrate more and create without any distractions."

"Then you might as well stop working and become a full-time writer. Anyway, you have joined the Literary Association now." Meng Weizai said angrily.

"That's different. I am dedicated to creating, and life is too boring. Inspiration is not always available. There are often times when I don't have inspiration. What will I do then?"

Lin Weimin's lies were so righteous that Meng Weizai laughed out of anger at him.

He was just about to reprimand Lin Weimin when he remembered what he had said to Wei Junyi.

Forget it, he is a lucky general after all, so he has to be tolerant.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "So you have inspiration now?"

"Um."

"How long do you plan to take leave?"

Lin Weimin thought for a moment and said, "Ten days!"

"Ten days? Want to write a short story?"

"No, long story."

A surprised expression appeared on Meng Weizai's face, "Writing a novel in ten days?"

"What's wrong? I spent a week writing "Farewell My Concubine."

Meng Weizai wanted to hit someone after hearing this. Are all young people today so brave?

"Director, don't worry, I will definitely leave the customs in ten days, and I promise not to delay my work." Lin Weimin promised.

Meng Weizai waved to him helplessly, "I know, let's go."

"Thank you, director."

After Lin Weimin left, Meng Weizai looked at his back and smiled bitterly, "This monkey!"

He thought of what Lin Weimin said about ten days, and said to himself: "If I really let him write a novel in ten days, I'm afraid he will break the record!"

The old comrade thought in his mind that he had never heard of a talented person who could write a novel in ten days.

After work, Lin Weimin returned home and said to Han Zhuangzhuang with a serious face: "Zhuangzhuang, I have an important task for you these days."

Han Zhuangzhuang thought it was a big deal, so he stood up and said solemnly: "Old uncle, tell me, what do you want my nephew to do? Go through fire and water..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Weimin interrupted Han Zhuangzhuang's impassioned speech, "I won't leave the house these days. Three meals will be prepared for me."

"What's wrong with you, uncle? Are you going to collapse on the bed?"

"Go away!" Lin Weimin cursed angrily, "Your uncle, I want to retreat and write. If there is nothing important these days, don't disturb me. If anyone comes to me, just say I'm not free."

Han Zhuangzhuang breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me."

After explaining to Han Zhuangzhuang, Lin Weimin really didn't leave the house. Even dinner was sent to the study by Han Zhuangzhuang.

When he entered the room, he saw Lin Weimin hunched over the desk writing furiously, extremely devoted. This was the first time he witnessed Lin Weimin's appearance when he was creating.

Han Zhuangzhuang was a little excited when he thought that his uncle's works were born in such a state.

That is to say, there are no smart phones and Moments in this era. Otherwise, Han Zhuangzhuang would take a selfie and "accidentally" take the picture of his diligently writing uncle.

On this day, Lin Weimin worked until very late.

Before going to sleep, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Drowsiness came over me and my mind couldn't move.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, there are no big things other than life and death.

Time passed quickly and passed by in a flash.

When Lin Weimin was separated from the carefully woven story, his spirit was inevitably a little dazed.

"Zhuangzhuang! Zhuangzhuang!"

During these ten days, Lin Weimin said no more than ten sentences a day, and his voice was a little hoarse when he opened his mouth.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Han Zhuangzhuang walked in from outside holding a basin of noodles.

"What's the date today?"

"It's the 29th."

Lin Weimin calculated that it was exactly ten days.

He looked at the basin in Han Zhuangzhuang's hand and said unhappily: "Why don't you bring me a bowl for my uncle after you eat?"

Han Zhuangzhuang had noodles in his mouth, his eyes full of horror, "Uncle, why did you drip? Are you confused? Didn't you just eat it?"

Have you tried it?

Lin Weimin glanced at the table, and there was indeed an empty bowl placed in the corner of the desk.

It seems that I was eating while writing just now, I was so fascinated.

Lin Weimin coughed, "Have you learned? This is what I call forgetting to sleep and eat."

Han Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Weimin with suspicion, and he felt that his uncle must be an old fool.

"By the way, are you okay these days?"

"It's nothing." Han Zhuangzhuang slurped his noodles, suddenly remembered, and said, "By the way. Someone came to you a few days ago and said he was from a TV station, so I stopped him."

Lin Weimin slapped his head.

Oops, I finally remembered what I forgot!

Ren Hao from Qindao TV must have come looking for him. He probably went to the Chinese Literature Society first to find out if he was not there, and then found out his home address and came over.

Before he went into seclusion, he specifically told Zhuang Zhuang not to disturb him. This was not his fault.

How good is this? We had made an appointment with him, but he didn't see him when he came. Lin Weimin knew how angry he was just thinking about it.

Lin Weimin asked: "Zhuang Zhuang, is that person still there?"

"I don't know. He came twice and I didn't let him in. I didn't see him after that."

He must have been angry. Lin Weimin couldn't sit still when he thought about it. He walked to the courtyard and rode his bicycle to go out.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

"I'm going to make a phone call."

Lin Weimin guessed that Ren Hao must have been angry. He rode his bicycle straight to the Chinese Literature Society, planning to go to work to make a phone call to apologize.

He rushed to the back building of the Chinese Literature Society without even entering the office. He directly opened the door of Tan Chaoyang's office. Just as he was about to speak, he found that Tan Chaoyang and a middle-aged man over forty were looking at him in astonishment. he.

"Editor-in-Chief, do you have a guest?"

The shock on Tan Chaoyang's face faded, and he turned to a smile. He stood up and said enthusiastically to the middle-aged man: "Come on, come on, Director Ren, this is Comrade Lin Weimin you have been waiting for for several days!"

After Tan Chaoyang finished speaking, it was Lin Weimin's turn to be stunned. He looked at Tan Chaoyang and then at Ren Hao, "Are you Director Ren? You didn't leave?"

"Hello, Teacher Lin, I was planning to leave..."

"Let me tell you." Qin Chaoyang interrupted. He frowned and reprimanded: "For the people, I'm not talking about you. We had a good appointment with Director Ren, how could we break the appointment? It would harm Director Ren in our editorship. I have been waiting for you for three days. If Lao Meng hadn't told me about your situation, I would have been angry."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lin Weimin said apologetically to Ren Hao.

"On the day after I called you, I just had some inspiration. I asked our director for a leave to go home and write, and I forgot about you. I also specifically told our family not to let others Excuse me, so he didn’t let you in when you went there.

Oops, I'm so sorry! Feel sorry! "

Ren Hao laughed and said, "Editor Qin has already told me about you. I was a little angry when I didn't see you at first, but I have been chatting with Editor Qin in the past two days and heard a lot of strange things in the literary world. , I think your deal can probably be counted as one. Thinking about it this way, I am quite happy, and I will have something to talk about with my colleagues after I go back."

Ren Hao smiled heartily, making Lin Weimin feel even more sorry.

"Director Ren, I'm really sorry. In this way, I will be your host tonight and treat you to dinner. Firstly, I am trying to apologize to you, and secondly, I am treating you as a favor."

Ren Hao said: "It's okay to pick up the wind, but there's no need to hold a drink to apologize. I've been bothering you, Editor Qin, a lot in the past two days."

"Our editor-in-chief helps me deal with the aftermath, so I have to invite both of you." Lin Weimin smiled and said to Tan Chaoyang, "Editor-in-chief, you have to give me this face, otherwise Director Ren's apology here is not sincere enough."

Tan Chaoyang readily agreed, "Okay, let's have a meal together and let Weimin make amends."

After talking about dinner in the evening, Lin Weimin and Ren Hao left Tan Chaoyang's office. They couldn't always occupy the leadership office.

Taking advantage of this time, the two talked about the adaptation of "Cliff" in the corridor.

With the matter of breaking the appointment, Ren Hao waited in the editorial office for several days, which showed his sincerity. How could Lin Weimin refuse him.

After talking about this, Lin Weimin took Ren Hao into the editor's office.

Everyone was a little surprised to see Lin Weimin.

"Weimin, did you just run out of the mountains and forests?"

Only then did Lin Weimin notice his current image. During the ten days of writing in seclusion, he basically didn't take care of himself. It's a bit exaggerated to say that he is a savage, but it is true that he is slovenly.

Lin Weimin didn't care, said sorry to Ren Hao, and then went to the water room to wash his face.

After getting off work, Lin Weimin first asked Ren Hao for his opinion, and then Lin Weimin took him and Tan Chaoyang to Donglaishun.

When they arrived at the place, Lin Weimin ordered six kilograms of mutton first, and Qin Chaoyang said, "I can't eat that much."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It's okay, you can't eat all the meat from me. These days, how can there be meat that you can't eat?"

The three of them all laughed. Indeed, as Lin Weimin said, in the days when we were just full, there would be nothing left on the table but meat.

The vegetables were put into the pot and the mutton was cut into pieces. The meat was so thin that it was transparent. As soon as the meat was cooked, it was gone in just a few chopsticks. The people who ate were sweating profusely and dripping with heartiness.

Lin Weimin occasionally asked for a glass of wine, "Director Ren, I'm so sorry. I want to apologize to you again."

Ren Hao quickly raised his glass and said, "Teacher Lin, you've been talking about this all afternoon, and I'm embarrassed to say it again."

The two of them drank the wine, and Ren Hao continued: "Actually, you suddenly broke into Editor Qin's office at noon. I was quite touched when I saw your state. Your nephew said before that you were engaged in creation, and Director Qin and Your colleagues in the editorial department have also told me. Seeing you like this, you must have remembered this matter and came to me immediately, without even bothering to clean up. So, Teacher Lin, don’t No need to say anything more apologetic."

Tan Chaoyang laughed loudly when he heard this and said: "Oh, it's fun to say, this can really be regarded as an anecdote!"

Ren Hao nodded, "That's right!"

After drinking, the three of them came out of Donglaishun. Ren Hao wanted to go alone and asked Lin Weimin to take Tan Chaoyang home. Tan Chaoyang was in his sixties and drank a lot today.

After seeing Tan Chaoyang arrive at the door of his house, he said to Lin Weimin: "For the people, I was talking about Lu Yao before, look at you now, don't you look like you are risking your life when you create? You can't do this again in the future, you have to cherish yourself The body, the body is the capital of revolution.”

Lin Weimin nodded, "Editor-in-chief, I understand, thank you."

"Don't take it seriously, you will cry when the time comes."

Lin Weimin said seriously: "I promise you that I will never do this again in the future."

"Yes." Tan Chaoyang nodded with satisfaction.

After Lin Weimin left, Qin Chaoyang murmured to himself: "Fake creation? You kid can't think of it!"

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