1980 My literary era

Go to work the next day.

The roaring sound of motorcycles broke the gentle rhythm of work. Lin Weimin's motorcycle attracted everyone's attention the first time it appeared at the Chinese Literature Society.

Around seven o'clock in the morning, it was the peak time for work, and people were coming and going in the courtyard of the Chinese Literature Society. The exquisite yet masculine Yamaha 125 appeared in the courtyard, and everyone paid attention to the motorcycle.

When everyone saw clearly that the person riding the motorcycle was Lin Weimin, everyone was not too surprised.

Lin Weimin is now considered a celebrity in the Chinese Literature Society. His works are published one after another, and his name is becoming more and more famous in the domestic cultural circle.

Just hearing that the number of times he has received payment bills has almost caught up with the frequency of everyone’s salary payments.

It is not unusual for such a person to ride a motorcycle.

There is a person who hates the rich, and the most he can do is scold him.

Lin Weimin's motorcycle was parked in the bicycle shed, and many young colleagues gathered around and asked questions. Not only those from the back building, but also many from the front building came.

"Weimin, have you never seen this motorcycle before? What brand is it?"

"Yamaha, the brand of Nihong."

"How much did it cost?"

This is the issue that everyone is most concerned about. Everyone looked at Lin Weimin eagerly.

"It's not expensive, more than two thousand yuan..."

Hiss~

The people around took a deep breath. More than two thousand yuan was enough for everyone to live without food or drink for several years. Everyone was amazed.

Lin Weimin swallowed the word "foreign exchange coupon" in his mouth, and it was better not to irritate everyone.

The people surrounding Lin Weimin were basically young people from the community. How many of them were not good at motorcycles? They stood around for a long time and didn't disperse until it was almost time to go to work.

Lin Weimin entered the back building and met Meng Weizai.

"Did you buy a motorcycle?"

Lin Weimin said: "Ah, it's more convenient to ride a motorcycle."

"Shaobao, be careful when you go out."

He says he is unforgiving, but what he hides is concern.

"I understand, thank you, leader."

Today, the workplace's bicycle shed has become the focus of everyone's attention. From time to time, young people come to visit Lin Weimin's Yamaha.

Looking at this motorcycle full of mechanical beauty, many young people are filled with excitement, and at the same time, an impulse is also sprouting.

Look how much money you can make by writing a book. Lin Weimin bought a courtyard house in his early twenties and rode a motorcycle. What's the difference between us and Lin Weimin?

Lin Weimin bought a motorcycle, and a side effect was that the proportion of Chinese Literature Society employees doing part-time writing increased significantly.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Lin Weimin rode his motorcycle to the courtyard at No. 26 Yonghegong Street.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!" Lin Weimin stood at the door of the courtyard and shouted loudly.

Shi Tiesheng walked out of the house slowly and rolled his wheelchair for a long time before he saw Lin Weimin and the motorcycle beside him.

Shi Tiesheng asked in surprise: "Weimin, have you bought a motorcycle?"

"I just bought it!" Lin Weimin patted the back seat of the motorcycle, "How about taking you for a ride?"

Shi Tiesheng's eyes shone with light. Although he was physically disabled, he was still a young man in his twenties and thirties. He was naturally delighted when he saw a motorcycle.

Father Shi walked out of the door at this time and looked worried when he heard Lin Weimin's suggestion.

"Uncle, don't worry. I've prepared everything for Tie Sheng..."

Lin Weimin took out the leather jacket and leather pants he had prepared in advance, which he bought on the way to Wangfujing that day.

It's winter, and Shi Tiesheng's legs have poor blood flow and are afraid of the cold.

"Come on, come on, put it on quickly, I'll take you for a ride!"

Shi Lan was the first to come up to help, and Shi Tiesheng happily allowed his sister and Lin Weimin to toss him.

While Lin Weimin and Shi Lan were dressing Shi Tiesheng, many neighbors in the yard who heard the noise came out to watch the fun.

After a long time of effort, Lin Weimin and Shi Lan dressed Shi Tiesheng neatly. Lin Weimin first carried him into the car, then rode on the motorcycle, and tied the two together with a belt.

"Tiesheng, you have to keep a tight grip on me."

Shi Tiesheng said excitedly: "My legs are disabled, but my hands are not disabled."

Hearing the impatience in his voice, Lin Weimin stepped on the accelerator, "Boom!"

The roar of motorcycles sounded, and the children who had been watching in the courtyard shouted excitedly. Not only the children, but also many adults stood at the door to watch what was going on.

They had seen motorcycles on the street, but this was the first time they saw one in the yard.

"Sit tight!"

Lin Weimin shouted, and the motorcycle flew out like an arrow.

The cold wind blew past his ears, icy and biting, but Shi Tiesheng's heart was hot.

He has forgotten how many years he has been disabled. He cannot move his legs. He is like a rotten tree, which can only take root in a wheelchair every day.

After all these years, although he has always been broad-minded, open-minded, and insightful, he has always been a little unwilling.

Riding on the fast-moving motorcycle, he felt as if his heart had been poured with sweet rain on a dead branch, and it suddenly came to life. It was no longer in that calm state, but became warm and beating powerfully. Like a majestic lion.

"Tiesheng, how do you feel?" Lin Weimin's voice carried to Shi Tiesheng's ears in the cold wind.

He put his head next to Lin Weimin's ear and said loudly: "Very good!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Weimin laughed heartily, and Shi Tiesheng was infected when he heard his laughter.

The streets of Yanjing were filled with the laughter of two young people.

Ten minutes later, the motorcycle heard the entrance of the courtyard again.

Shi's father and Shi Lan, who were waiting at the entrance of the hospital, rushed to pick up Shi Tiesheng. Lin Weimin opened his belt, carried Shi Tiesheng into the wheelchair, touched his legs, and said with a smile: "It's still warm!"

Shi Tiesheng was in a good mood, "Your leather pants will do the trick."

"If it works, I'll give it to you!"

Lin Weimin threw his leather jacket and leather pants to Shi Lan and said, "This will be my shirt when I take you for a ride from now on."

Only now did Shi Tiesheng understand Lin Weimin's true purpose of taking him for a ride. A warm current surged through his heart and his eyes were hot.

"For the people..."

Lin Weimin pretended to be casual and turned to Shi Lan and said, "Put it away for your brother, but don't break it."

Shi Lan was overjoyed when he saw the exquisite leather jacket and hugged it tightly in his arms, "Brother Lin, don't worry, I will definitely put it away for my brother."

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair and shouted: "Let's go, let's hurry, it's too cold. I'll freeze it for now. I'll ask my uncle to make dumplings for me at night."

Father Shi smiled heartily, "Okay, let's make dumplings to eat tonight."

A few days later, the New Year's Day holiday is over.

The official release of the first issue of "Contemporary" this year gave writers a surprise. In the preface of this issue, Qin Chaoyang promised the writers in the name of editor-in-chief that in the new year, "Contemporary" Manuscripts will be returned to writers after their work is published.

"Contemporary" has a large number of readers all over the country. The number of authors is definitely not as large as the readers, but the impact they bring to "Contemporary" is the same.

As a publication, the author and the readers are the two ends of the scale. Without either side, the scale will be unbalanced.

As soon as this news came out, both the authors who planned to contribute to "Contemporary" and those who had contributed to "Contemporary" were delighted.

This initiative by the editorial department is not only a commitment, but also reflects their care and concern for the majority of writers.

This wave of operations can be said to have given the "Contemporary" editorial department a good impression, and the difficulty of compiling articles in the future will be greatly reduced.

But what follows is an increase in workload.

"Weimin, did you see the short story I put on the table yesterday?"

"No!"

"Didn't you still read it?" Yao Shuzhi grabbed Lin Weimin and wouldn't let go.

"I put it back for you after I finished reading it!"

"Then why is it missing?"

"How could I know? Just look for it again."

In the past few days, conversations like this have happened frequently in the editorial department.

Yao Shuzhi searched for the manuscript anxiously for a long time, finally found it, and then put the blame on Lin Weimin.

"It's all your fault for this bad idea. I'm so stressed out right now. I'm afraid that some manuscript will be lost or missing!"

Lin Weimin replied: "Then you can only blame yourself for being careless. Why didn't I lose the manuscript? Why didn't Teacher Rong lose the manuscript? You did!"

Yao Shuzhi glared at Lin Weimin fiercely.

While the two were arguing, there was a knock on the office door.

Lin Weimin went to open the door, and there was a very tall young man standing outside the door, almost touching the door frame.

On such a cold day, he wore a sweater and a coat outside, which made people feel chilly all over.

"Hello, I'm looking for Teacher Lin Weimin!" the young man said.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "I am Lin Weimin."

The young man's expression was a little surprised, and then he said: "Hello, Teacher Lin, I am Ma Yuan."

A young face full of confidence.

Lin Weimin pretended to reminisce, and after a long while he said, "Oh, Ma Yuan, if you have an impression, please come in."

Ma Yuan's confidence stagnated and he entered the office silently. He first looked around inside.

Seeing that the editors were working with their heads down and the office was silent, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Lin Weimin poured him a cup of tea, "I remember that your manuscript was not accepted. Do you have any business coming to the editorial office?"

Ma Yuan's breath became chaotic again. He was brewing well at the door, but he didn't expect that he had not yet spoken, and his power was almost broken.

"I'm here to communicate with you, Teacher Lin, face to face." Ma Yuan said straight to the point.

"I remember that you are a student in the Literature Department of Liaodong University. Are you on vacation yet?" Lin Weimin suddenly asked.

Ma Yuan was caught off guard again, "It's almost time for vacation. I haven't had much to do recently. I just ran to Yanjing after finishing the exam."

"Just to see me? It's holiday, why don't you want to go home and see your family?"

"See you first and then go home."

"Oh." Lin Weimin picked up the teacup and said, "Drink some tea."

Ma Yuan hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and took a sip of tea. The rhythm of the conversation was completely taken away by Lin Weimin.

He decided to regain some momentum for himself, and said with absolute certainty and a tone that could not be refuted: "The greatest writer in the world is Hawthorne!"

Lin Weimin put down his teacup and looked at Ma Yuan, "That makes sense!"

Um?

Ma Yuan was stunned, what do you mean?

Did I say that Hawthorne is the greatest writer in the world?

Shouldn't you argue a few words? Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, big brother!

Seeing Ma Yuan's confused expression, Lin Weimin felt secretly happy. That's right. Is the young man's head buzzing?

"By the way, I remember you said in your letter that you have read more than two thousand novels. Have you read "Leap Frog"?"

Ma Yuan was stunned again. He searched through his memories and found no impression.

"That's it!" Lin Weimin sounded a little regretful and asked: "What about "Dune"?"

Ma Yuan's brain started to work quickly again. After thinking for a long time, he realized with frustration that he still hadn't seen it.

Lin Weimin seemed to want to ask about another work, but his expression was a bit unbearable. Finally, he sighed and said, "Your reading level is a bit narrow!"

Ma Yuan was immediately ashamed and wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

He has really read two thousand novels, but he has really never heard of the two works Lin Weimin mentioned. Are they famous?

Ma Yuan was too embarrassed to ask. He was afraid that if he did, he would be really embarrassed if someone introduced him to her.

Lin Weimin observed the changes in Ma Yuan's expression and felt very satisfied.

You're right if you haven't seen it.

The two books he asked about, one was a lesser-known work by Edgar Allan Poe, the originator of mystery novels, and the other was a science fiction novel that was despised in China. Given the nature of literary young people like them, Ma Yuaneng could only read it. Strange.