1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin felt as if he had returned to his high school career, a time that was full of nightmares but haunted him!

Apart from eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom, every day in the graduate school is almost filled with courses. Of course, there is also spare time. In the evening, I am basically writing, and the rest of the time is spent discussing literature.

He felt impressed when he thought about it. Many of his classmates were in their forties, but they still maintained such strong motivation to study. Even he himself gradually got used to this pace of life after spending the first few days of laziness.

Tonight, someone was so quiet that he turned on the only color TV in the institute.

Unfortunately, this color is still in its infancy and has no fidelity at all. There are also some problems with the analog signal received. The image always shakes. Everyone feels disappointed and simply sits in the cafeteria and chats.

There are many talkative students in the class, including Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Qu Xiaowei, Lin Weimin, etc...

But everyone's style is completely different. Jiang Zilong is the kind who is serious but humorous, with a cold sense of humor. Gu Hua is very good at telling stories, and Qu Xiaowei is simply the poor man of old Yanjing.

Lin Weimin was different from them. He had taken all the damage on the mountain. If it weren't for his young age, he would have been beaten many times.

The discussion in the cafeteria basically started with the topics discussed by a few of them.

Jiang Zilong has always had a good relationship with the teachers, and he can often hear a lot of gossip.

For example, everyone feels that this opportunity for further study is extremely rare, and if they had been given the opportunity in advance, they would definitely have taken advantage of it.

When Jiang Zilong said this, everyone nodded in agreement.

"Are there any exceptions?"

"Who?"

Jiang Zilong lowered his voice, "I'm telling you, don't spread this matter outside."

Huang Zonghan was the first to promise, "Don't worry, we keep our mouths shut."

After confirming his eyes with several people around him, Jiang Zilong said with confidence, "Jia Pingwa, and Wu Guozheng."

He glanced at the girls and then said: "First, Jia Pingwa didn't come, and then the institute issued a transfer order to Wu Guozheng. Neither of them came, and finally Liu Shuhua was replaced."

Several people around him sighed, it would be a pity not to have such a good opportunity.

Many people know about these two people. Wu Guozheng is about the same age as Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao. He published works very early. His short story "Our Family's Cooker" won the 1979 National Outstanding Short Story Award like many others in his class. , that’s why I received the transfer order from the office, but unfortunately I didn’t come for some unknown reason.

As for Jia Pingwa, she became famous at a young age. She graduated from college at the age of 23 and published several books at the age of 24. Speaking of which, she puts the elders here to shame.

"What do they think? What a great opportunity this is?" Cheng Shixu asked puzzledly.

"Who knows, they must have their own reasons." Jiang Zilong just listened to what the teacher said, but he didn't ask for the specific details.

"Liu Shuhua got a good deal..." I don't know who said it.

Tang Kangmei's sharp ears were originally a little far away from the boys, but she keenly heard the three words "Liu Shuhua" and shouted over two tables: "Your male classmates are arranging our Shuhua again." What, we all heard it."

"I didn't say anything. I just said how Shuhua got the quota!" Jiang Zilong quickly explained because he was afraid that these female classmates would misunderstand.

When the female classmates heard this, they immediately became interested and crowded over.

Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei were chatting about each other, so they made room for them and ran to the side.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Tang Kangmei asked impatiently as soon as he sat down with his male classmate.

A group of people gathered together and started talking.

Huang Anyi stayed alone outside the crowd. Lin Weimin observed that she seemed to have stopped moving forward when Jiang Zilong mentioned Liu Shuhua's quota.

Instead, he sat there quietly, watching the elder brothers and sisters gossiping.

This opportunity is rare!

Sister An Yi is a future great writer, so there is almost no harm in using condoms.

"Why don't you go over and chat with everyone?"

A deep and magnetic voice sounded, and the intimate brother was officially online.

Huang Anyi raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Weimin, then quickly lowered her head, "I'm not very interested in their topic."

Her voice was thin and soft, with a Shanghainese flavor to it, which made Lin Weimin's ears, accustomed to hearing the rough northern accent, suddenly feel itchy.

"It's just that everyone gets together and talks nonsense. This is not an acceptable idea!"

His categorical denial shocked Huang Anyi. It wasn't that she really didn't like everyone's topic, she was just looking for an excuse.

The reason why she doesn't like to participate in conversations with her classmates is actually because of her inner sensitivity and low self-esteem.

Huang Anyi can be considered a second-generation literary person. Her father is the famous director Huang Xiaoping, her mother is the well-known writer Lu Zhijuan, and her uncle is Shen Zhiyu, a domestic cultural pioneer and revolutionary pioneer.

It is a common concept among parents to hope that their children will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes, and Huang Anyi is no exception.

Her family situation is the first among her classmates in the Institute of Literature and Literature. When she was a child, she had English tutors.

Once, my uncle Shen Zhiyu came to visit. My mother, Lu Zhijuan, brought a small painting that Huang Anyi had painted and presented it to her brother as if it were a treasure. There was also a small poem written by Huang Anyi on it.

After reading it, Shen Zhiyu said, "Poetry is better than painting."

Huang Anyi's mother immediately became interested. Later, when Huang Anyi was 16 years old, she went to work in the countryside, and her mother urged her to keep a diary, intending to hone her talent in writing. Her first published work was also passed to Shanghai Literature and Art by her mother. Press.

Coincidentally, the manuscript was sent to the publishing house, and the editor who discussed the manuscript with Huang Anyi was none other than Tang Kangmei, a classmate in this class.

Unfortunately, this "back door" experience was not very successful, and the collection of essays about the life of educated youth was not published.

After that, Huang Anyi was transferred back to Shanghai as the editor of "Children's Times", and successively published works such as "On the Plain" and "Who is the Future Squadron Leader", among which "Who is the Future Squadron Leader" won the second national youth award Second Prize for Literary and Artistic Creation.

Huang Anyi also obtained the qualification to come to the Institute of Literature for further study.

Unfortunately, she didn't feel much better when she got here. The classmates around her all had names she had read in magazines, which made her feel envious but also made her feel a little inferior.

She also knew what Jiang Zilong and the others had just said about Liu Shuhua. Teacher Wang Yifen also told her yesterday that if Liu Shuhua had come first, then she might not have even had the opportunity to further her studies.

This sentence made Huang Anyi even more ashamed. She felt that she really didn't have the resources to stand side by side with these classmates who had already relied on them.

The thoughts in his mind only lingered for a few seconds, and Huang Anyi followed Lin Weimin's words and asked, "Why?"

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