1980 My literary era

"By the way, why is your English so good?" Yan Wenjing asked.

"I used to plan to take the college entrance examination. Wasn't it rumored at that time that I also had to take the English test? Then I didn't take the college entrance examination.

I was studying at the Institute of Literature and Literature, and the institute organized a trip to Yenching University to communicate with foreign students, and I actually developed this English by accident. "

Lin Weimin had already found a reason for himself.

Yan Wenjing understood it and didn't ask any more questions.

After the reception, Lin Weimin resumed his normal work.

However, his participation in receiving foreign guests and his fluent English have become hot topics in the Chinese Literature Society these days, adding a bit of mystery to him.

Lin Weimin spent a few days revising the new novel and came to the office of the editorial department of "People's Literature" in the front building.

As soon as the manuscript was placed on Xie Mingqing's desk, his momentum was exactly the same as that of Lu Yao.

Xie Mingqing was not angry at his recklessness. These guys who were trying to do whatever they wrote were so virtuous and arrogant.

"Is this another new work?"

"Thank you, teacher, for taking a look."

Xie Mingqing glanced at the title of the manuscript, "The Wind".

Before he read the manuscript, he had a hunch, "Another spy-themed novel?"

"You know me so well."

Xie Mingqing smiled and said: "I don't know you, I know your habit of naming books. "Latent", "Cliff", and "The Wind" all have similar formats, with a bit of suspense."

"You still have vision!" Lin Weimin made a rainbow fart.

However, Xie Mingqing did not continue. He held the manuscript and said, "You are so inefficient! It took me half a year to produce a work."

Lin Weimin felt unusually familiar when he heard these words. Is this a natural cycle of retribution?

He didn't need to listen to know what Xie Mingqing would say next, so he turned around and left with a few perfunctory words.

Want to trick me? There are no doors.

After spending half a month working on a new work, Lin Weimin's psychological pressure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In the evening, I went to Mr. Wan's house to visit.

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Wan joked: "What's wrong? Is it because you haven't written much recently and you don't dare to come to my door?"

"Teacher, look at what you said. I have been busy working on a new work recently, so I haven't come here. I just handed in the manuscript today, and I came to your house to have a meal?"

Wan Fang was also at home at this time, and she joked: "I think you worked quickly and slowly to finish the manuscript before you dared to come, right?"

After being exposed by Wan Fang on the spot, Lin Weimin said, "Senior sister, you still understand me!"

During the meal, Mr. Wan asked about the drama "Farewell My Concubine", and Lin Weimin said: "I have been too busy recently and have no time to care. This is the second time I have cooperated with Teacher Ouyang and Teacher Lan, so there is nothing to worry about."

After dinner, Lin Weimin returned home, and Han Zhuangzhuang said to him: "Uncle, we have been filming "Small Courtyard" for almost half a month. Brother Tian asked me to ask you when you are free to give them guidance."

Almost forgetting about it, Lin Weimin took a look at the calendar. Today is Thursday. He said, "Let's wait for the weekend."

"good."

"By the way, Zhuang Zhuang. How have you been studying with the teachers at Renyi recently?" Lin Weimin asked with concern.

"It's very good. I feel like I'm making progress every day." Han Zhuangzhuang became more motivated when he mentioned this topic. "Now I work half the day on the People's Arts and half the day on the crew. I learned a lot from those teachers, and I learned some things I even used it during the filming of "Small Courtyard"."

Tian Zhuangzhuang said before that it was nonsense to play the male lead for Han Zhuangzhuang. He can't easily play the male lead with his image, but it is no problem to play a supporting role. Now he has played the supporting male role in "Little Courtyard" and he doesn't have many roles.

"That's good."

A night of silence.

The next day, when Lin Weimin was at work, Qu Xiaowei ran to their editorial office, his face beaming with joy.

He ignored the people present and shouted: "For the people! There is some movement in Haiyan's work!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise. Lin Weimin said sorry to everyone and quickly pulled him out of the office.

"Keep your voice down! Why are you so excited?"

Qu Xiaowei's face showed uncontrollable joy and excitement, "Can I not be excited? Haiyan is coming to Yanjing, coming to Yanjing! Haha!"

Lin Weimin shook his head speechlessly, another prisoner of love!

After waiting for a while, Qu Xiaowei's mood finally calmed down a little, and then he told Lin Weimin carefully: "Haiyan will be transferred back to No. 44 Middle School to be a teacher!"

From university teacher to high school teacher, the reputation is not that high. However, Lin Weimin knew that No. 44 Middle School was a second-rate school in Yanjing, so it was pretty good for her, a freshly graduated normal school student, to get in.

Zheng Guo was really helpful this time!

"When can Haiyan come to Yanjing?" Lin Weimin asked.

"She will arrive this week. She has to change her job and household registration, so she will have to travel back and forth."

"Okay, I thought I'd treat Zheng Guo to a meal before I got here." Lin Weimin warned.

Qu Xiaowei said excitedly: "What's the point of just eating? I have to give him a big gift."

"No!" Lin Weimin quickly stopped him, "It's enough to treat guests to dinner."

Qu Xiaowei's eyes were full of confusion, "Why?"

"If they were looking for benefits, they wouldn't do anything for us in the first place."

Qu Xiaowei thought about the time when Lin Weimin led him to Zheng Guo's dormitory, and he praised him. Isn't it right? Can such a big thing be solved by a watermelon?

Seeing his stunned look, Lin Weimin continued: "Since you don't want to, it is unnecessary if you give it to others now. Besides, your gift is not suitable if it is too light or too heavy, and they will sit on the wax instead."

Qu Xiaowei nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand. Later, Haiyan and I will formally treat Zheng Guo to a meal. When we get married, I will ask him to be our witness."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "You are so different!"

Qu Xiaowei said angrily: "What are you afraid of? Without Zheng Guo's help, Haiyan and I might not know what would have happened. Both of us will be grateful to him in our lives."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lin Weimin again, his true feelings revealed, "And you, Weimin..."

Lin Weimin showed an impatient expression, "Yes, yes! Don't be stupid with me."

Qu Xiaowei knew that he didn't want to be pretentious, so he could only hide his emotion in his heart and said: "When Haiyan arrives, I'll call you and Zheng Guo, and let's go to Xinqiao for a good meal."

There is a saying in Yanjing these days: "Bei Lao Mo, South Xin Qiao", which refers to the places where you can eat Western food in Yanjing city.

Compared with "Old Mo" who often appeared in film and television works in later generations, Xinqiao Hotel has a smaller reputation. Let's put it this way, in today's Yanjing, there are only three hotels that can receive foreign guests, Yanjing Hotel, Minzu Hotel, and Xinqiao Hotel.

Qu Xiaowei was very sincere in treating guests to Xinqiao.

"Okay, I'll have to let you bleed your blood when the time comes."

Early on the weekend, Lin Weimin rode a bicycle. To be precise, he should have sat on the back seat of the bicycle.

"Uncle, sit still!"

With Han Zhuangzhuang as a human engine, Lin Weimin usually doesn't need to ride the bike himself.

The two rode bicycles to the Yanjing Film Academy in Zhuxinzhuang, Changping, Yanjiao. The filming location of "Small Courtyard" was in Yanying's family area. Originally, Tian Zhuangzhuang and the others planned to rent a large courtyard outside, but later they felt that funds were tight. I should save some money, so I asked the school for help and borrowed the family building.

Han Zhuangzhuang drove Lin Weimin to the family area. The crew of "Small Courtyard" was filming in a square-shaped courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded by two-story houses, and all the faculty and staff of Yanying lived there. In order to support the filming of the students , with the mobilization of the school, everyone can only make room for the students.

When the two entered the hospital, the crew was preparing. Tian Zhuangzhuang saw Lin Weimin coming over and said hello.

"Teacher Lin, you are here."

"I'll come over and take a look, you guys go about your business."

“Look at what’s inappropriate and give us your feedback at any time.”

The two said a few words, and Lin Weimin stood aside and watched a group of students busy.

After watching for a while, Lin Weimin discovered that these were indeed a group of raw melons and eggs. The busy chatter at the scene always gave people a feeling of being in a hurry.

"Hey, Zhuang Zhuang, who is that person?" Lin Weimin asked, pointing to a figure busy in front of the camera.

Han Zhuangzhuang took a look and said, "Well, the big brother of our photography department is named Zhang Yimou."

Hehe, he is really a national master. This looks quite anxious.

While the students were busy, preparations for filming had been completed.

After the recording was completed, photography and sound recording began.

What we were filming today was an indoor scene. It was about the inner drama of Sang Sang, played by the heroine Zhu Lin, after she quarreled with her husband. There were no lines in the script and it was all up to the actors to express themselves freely. The actors were most afraid of encountering such a situation.

Especially an actor like Zhu Lin, who has become a monk on the way, has no experience at all when encountering such a scene, and seems at a loss in front of the camera.

Lin Weimin frowned as he watched from behind the camera, not to mention the director Tian Zhuangzhuang, who stepped forward and took the trouble to explain the play to Zhu Lin, over and over again, from morning to afternoon.

But Zhu Lin's performance became worse and worse, and the camera could only repeat it over and over again.

Tian Zhuangzhuang was confused. He wondered if there was a problem with his ability to explain and that he was not speaking Chinese.

The students who acted as crew members were all talking, and finally Tian Zhuangzhuang’s voice became louder and louder.

It was NG again, and everyone was talking about it. Zhu Lin, the female lead, was full of pressure.

Tian Zhuangzhuang discussed it with Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin, and Cui Xiaoqin said: "If it doesn't work, just take a close-up and make her cry."

Several people thought about it for a long time and came to know this.

When filming resumed, Zhu Lin tried facing the camera more than a dozen times. Perhaps because of too much pressure, she couldn't cry after brewing for a long time.

Tian Zhuangzhuang was completely helpless. He ignored the classmates present and shouted to Zhu Lin: "Zhu Lin, show some professionalism. You are an actor and a leading actress. Why can't you perform a crying scene well?"

Zhu Lin was about to cry but had no tears. She looked at Tian Zhuangzhuang with aggrieved face, but Tian Zhuangzhuang was still outputting.

"There are so many staff here to accompany you. Do you know how many frames of film will be burned in one minute? You are wasting the resources of the country and the school!"

Tian Zhuangzhuang's scolding became louder and louder, and his hat became higher and higher. Everyone knew that this would not help, and they began to persuade him.

The day ends.