1980 My literary era

August is full of fire, and the city of Yanjing seems to be trapped in a steamer.

In the small courtyard of Shichahai, Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle and nephew were each wearing large pants and no vests on their upper bodies. Lin Weimin was lying on a deck chair and Han Zhuangzhuang was sitting on a chair.

"Uncle!"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think I should read more books?"

"Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that I knew too little."

Lin Weimin stopped fanning the cattail leaf fan and glanced at Han Zhuangzhuang, "Yes, you have made progress. It seems that you are stimulated in human and art?"

Han Zhuangzhuang looked shy, and his silence was tantamount to acquiescence.

"What books are you going to read?" Lin Weimin asked him.

Han Zhuangzhuang looked confused, "That's unethical!"

Lin Weimin looked at his nephew's stupid eyes and sighed, "Let's do this. I'll make a list of books for you, and you can buy them later and take a good look."

"Uncle, aren't there any books in your study?"

Lin Weimin glared, "My book is my book, you have to read it and buy it yourself."

"What a sting!" Han Zhuangzhuang muttered.

Just as Lin Weimin was about to teach his nephew a lesson, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open and Qu Xiaowei walked in.

"Hey, you're a rare visitor!" Lin Weimin said in a teasing tone.

Qu Xiaowei came in and sat down. He ignored Lin Weimin and said, "Nephew, give me a cup of tea."

Han Zhuangzhuang poured him a cup of tea, and Qu Xiaowei drank it in one gulp before saying, "You are so comfortable here!"

"Why are you here? You don't want to have a meal!"

Qu Xiaowei looked sarcastic, "Look at the way you are searching, you are like the reincarnation of Grandet. Don't worry, my brother is bringing you something good today."

As he spoke, he put down the painting tube he was holding before, "Take a look!"

"What's this?"

Qu Xiaowei opened the painting tube and pulled out the scroll.

Lin Weimin frowned, is this a painting?

As Qu Xiaowei carefully unfolded the painting, a simple landscape painting appeared in front of Lin Weimin.

"What is this?" Han Zhuangzhuang asked.

Qu Xiaowei showed off: "Have you looked at the inscription on it? 'Du Mu's poem of the Tang Dynasty, the clouds and frost leaves are as red as February flowers, which can be dyed'."

He read out the inscription on the top of the painting word by word, and then said proudly: "Do you recognize it?"

Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head happily, how could he know this!

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin again with a provocative look on his face.

Lin Weimin was surprised and said: "Li Keran?"

Seeing Lin Weimin's expression, Qu Xiaowei's idea finally came to his mind and he slowly rolled up the painting.

He said proudly: "I guess you have a good vision. This is Li Keran's "Grazing Pictures in the Autumn Suburbs". It's different from the cheap ones that cost a few yuan a foot in the history museum. My grandfather spent fifty yuan back then. Bought for the price of a foot.”

Then he added: "My dad said that people in Zheng Guo will remember your favor, so our favor must be returned to you. As for how you repay Zheng Guo's favor in the future, our family will not care."

He said and handed the scroll to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin pushed the scroll out and said, "No, this is too valuable. I can't have it."

"Just take it if it's given to you. How much of a favor is it to transfer Haiyan's job? I don't want to always owe you this."

Lin Weimin sighed secretly, back when I was at the Literary Research Institute, I saw that you were a big grievance. After such a long time, you have once again proven my vision.

Li Keran, a modern painter and disciple of Qi Baishi. He is good at painting landscapes and figures, especially cows.

A few years later, this master's works were sold at auctions for millions of dollars, and the most expensive work set a sky-high price of 293 million.

"This is something that can be passed down from family to family, so your family can keep it."

Qu Xiaowei said: "Our family has a lot of heirlooms, not least of which is this one..."

As he was talking, he felt a light touch on his hand, and the scroll fell into Lin Weimin's hand.

Lin Weimin originally thought that he could not take advantage of Qu Xiaowei, but this boy's words were too irritating.

What does "not missing this one" mean?

Damn it, I was wrong before, I didn’t expect this kid to be a hidden rich second generation.

No wonder the attributes of this great grudge are so powerful!

Lin Weimin used to feel pretty good about himself, but now he thinks about it, what kind of friends do he have around him?

Zheng Guo, who was said to have neither father nor mother, and was so picky and fussy, returned to his hometown and transformed into the second generation of G.

Qu Xiaowei, who was careless and idle, took out a masterpiece by a famous artist.

I dare you to be the only one who started the Hell difficulty dungeon, are you all cheating?

Lin Weimin suddenly had the feeling that the clown was actually myself.

God is unfair!

No wonder Qu Xiaowei dared to spend money to buy a few of my autographed books without blinking an eye. They were still less than that!

"Look at how excited you are about money!" Qu Xiaowei teased.

Lin Weimin said fiercely: "What I call robbing the rich and giving to the poor!"

"Robbing me of my wealth and giving to your poverty?"

"That's right!"

After joking for a while, Lin Weimin remembered what Qu Xiaowei had just said, "What history museum did you just say? They also sell paintings?"

"You don't know? The foreign guest service department there sells all kinds of paintings, the cheapest ones only cost a few yuan a foot."

Lin Weimin's eyes lit up. After such a long time, I finally found a way to get rich quickly.

Listen, listen, sell by the ruler, do people say it?

"Whose paintings are sold inside?" Lin Weimin asked excitedly.

"Wang Xuetao, Li Keran, Lu Yanshao, Huang Binhong, Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Li Keran, Wu Zuoren, Jiang Zhaohe..." Qu Xiaowei counted on his fingers.

Before he could finish counting, Lin Weimin grabbed his hand and said, "Stop talking and leave quickly!"

"Where to go?"

"A museum!"

"You want to buy a painting?"

Qu Xiaowei grabbed him and said, "Don't go."

"What's wrong?"

"It's been bought out, and now it's full of bargains and worthless."

"What the hell? Did you buy it all?" Lin Weimin looked shocked.

"Yes, it happened in the first half of the year. A businessman named Xu Huachi who came back from Xiangjiang spent more than 200,000 Hong Kong dollars to wrap the paintings of the Foreign Guest Service Department. It is said to be more than 9,000 calligraphy and paintings in total, right?"

"Wocao!"

Lin Weimin couldn't help but curse, "More than 200,000 Hong Kong dollars?" Just cover nearly 10,000 paintings by famous artists?

Doesn’t this fucking count as a loss of state-owned assets?

Those are Li Keran, Qi Baishi, Huang Binhong, and Zhang Daqian!

How dare you?

Not to mention the feeling of missing out on 100 million, just watching the works of these masters being sold at such low prices by some officials in the name of serving foreign guests made his heart full of regret and resentment.

"Why are you so excited?"

"Can I not be excited?" Lin Weimin shouted.

Then he calmed down under Qu Xiaowei's puzzled gaze.

Smiling bitterly, this is probably the gap between the times, right?

He and Qu Xiaowei couldn't explain it clearly, so they could only sit down slumped in his suspicious and incomprehensible eyes.

The next day, a working day.

Lin Weimin came to Qin Chaoyang with Shi Tiesheng's touching prose.

"Comrade Lao Qin, you have to thank me this time." He pulled a chair over and sat next to Qin Chaoyang's desk.

Qin Chaoyang raised his head from the pile of papers, "Oh? What should I say?"

Lin Weimin handed over the manuscript, "I have received a good manuscript for our editorial department."

After taking the manuscript, Qin Chaoyang asked, "That's it?" before he could read it.

"It's not that there are too many manuscripts, it's that they are good!" Lin Weimin said proudly.

Putting the manuscript on the table, Qin Chaoyang adjusted his glasses and started reading the manuscript.

The full text of "Autumn Memories" is less than 2,000 words, so it doesn't take long to read.

After reading it, Qin Chaoyang was silent for a long time. It was not until his emotions calmed down that he raised his head and met Lin Weimin's expectant eyes.

"How about it?"

"good article!"

"Can it be published?"

Tan Chaoyang laughed, "Publishing is not a problem! How did such a good manuscript fall into your hands?"

"What do you mean it fell into my hands? This is all the result of my hard work in drafting!" Lin Weimin said proudly.

Qin Chaoyang weighed the manuscript and regretted, "It's just a little short."

Lin Weimin said: "It's not short anymore. Prose, it's not a novel. Why do you make it so long and smelly?"

Tan Chaoyang smiled and said: "Good boy, in order to express yourself, you are willing to slander your own profession."

"How do you call this slander? Each style of writing has its own characteristics. Novels need to create characters and create conflicts, but prose does not need these. It is enough to express one's heart directly. Do you remember Gui Youguang's "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi"?" Ting You The loquat tree was planted by my wife the year she died. It is now as tall as a canopy.'

This sentence alone makes time measurable and thoughts countable. It deserves to be a famous saying through the ages.

Thousands of years later, future generations may not remember who wrote "Xiang Jixuan Zhi", but they will definitely remember that there was a man who loved his wife deeply and missed his deceased wife. "

"I just said one short word, and in exchange for your kid's lengthy, quoting criticism."

Lin Weimin quickly stood up and said, "What you said is that I am just communicating with you!"

Qin Chaoyang waved his hand for Lin Weimin to sit down and listen to what I said, "Okay, I know you value this article. It is indeed well written. It is a bit short, but these are minor problems."

Lin Weimin then laughed and said, "Oh, why are you gasping for breath when you speak!"

Tan Chaoyang smiled bitterly and said, "You kid didn't even let me open my mouth. You started talking in a long way."

"Hehe!" Lin Weimin smiled sheepishly.

Tan Chaoyang joked: "I haven't seen you so anxious about your own manuscript!"

He looked at the signature on the manuscript and said, "I have some impression of this Shi Tiesheng. He has published novels in "Contemporary" before, and he also published works in "South Wind" in the first half of the year, right?"

"You have a good memory. He published a short story called "The God in the Woods" in "South Wind" in the first half of the year."

"It seems like they are really good friends. They even remember their works so clearly."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "We are indeed good friends! Then I will leave this manuscript to you. When do you think it will be published?"

"Which period you are in will count."

I have to visit relatives starting from the second year of junior high school. I will suspend it for a few days and update it with a minimum of 6,000 words.

Let me report the battle situation: Currently, the order is 6100, and the order will be increased to 5500. The six updates are owed 12,000 words; the 1900 monthly ticket has not been added, and the first update is 2,000 words owed; the reward from the book friend who placed the top-grade order, I owe the first update 2,000 words, a total of 16,000 words are owed.

It hurts but also makes me happy. Please be patient and wait for two days. I will finish visiting my relatives in these two days and recover on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. I will try to make up for the missed updates as soon as possible.