1980 My literary era

The roaring applause in the Capital Theater finally calmed down, but the audience's mood could not be completely calmed down so quickly. Everyone invariably discussed the plot of the play with familiar or unfamiliar audience members, and even forgot to leave the show.

The lights in the theater were turned on for a long time before the first audience member began to leave.

Gradually, the audience left the theater bit by bit.

Lin Weimin, who was sitting in the front row, had to say hello to some leaders, reporters, and critics under the introduction of the leader of the People's Arts. After more than ten minutes, he took time to say hello to Mr. Wan.

"Teacher, is this play well arranged?" Lin Weimin asked with a bit of pride.

When Mr. Wan looked at him, he was surprisingly not shocked. Instead, he nodded and affirmed: "It's indeed good. Shanzun has put his heart into it."

Ouyang Shanzun on the side quickly said a few words of humility, and did not forget to ask Lin Weimin, "It's all the script written by Teacher Lin."

"Teacher Ouyang, you're welcome."

Mr. Wan smiled and said: "Okay, you two, stop complimenting each other. You have done a good job at your respective jobs, okay?"

Several people looked at each other and smiled.

"Farewell My Concubine" is a big play. It lasts for three hours. It started at the Capital Theater at 7:30. After the curtain call, it was delayed for a long time. It was already 11 o'clock.

Lin Weimin was afraid that Mr. Wan would be tired, "Teacher, how about I take you back first."

Mr. Wan said: "You don't need to send it off. It's too late today. I need a car when I come out. I can go out by myself."

At Mr. Wan's level, there is a special car, but the old man rarely uses it. Today, he came to support Lin Weimin, so he enjoyed a treat.

Lin Weimin insisted on sending Mr. Wan out of the theater and watched him get into the car before returning to the Capital Theater.

At this time, the audience in the Capital Theater had already left, and only the theater staff were still cleaning. It was too late today, and these staff were also working very hard.

Lin Weimin came backstage, and the actors were as excited as ever. Some actors didn't even take off their makeup and were still chatting about the grand performance they just performed.

Seeing Lin Weimin, everyone greeted warmly: "Teacher Lin!"

"Everyone has worked hard and performed very well. Thank you all for your efforts!" Lin Weimin encouraged.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin."

"It's all written in your notebook!"

Many actors responded to Lin Weimin's encouragement.

Lin Weimin patted Yang Lixin on the shoulder and sighed: "Lixin is going to be famous!"

Yang Lixin said modestly: "Teacher Lin, please don't say that."

Before Lin Weimin could speak, other colleagues around him also echoed: "We said the same thing just now. Li Xin really brought Cheng Dieyi to life this time. I heard the crying in the background just now, it's too It’s amazing, this is the first time I’ve encountered such a situation in Renyi for so many years.”

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Everyone performed very well. Li Xin plays a big role, so the audience is naturally deeply impressed by him."

He touched the head of the actor who played Xiaodouzi again and said, "Xi played the best role. The cry when he cut off his finger was so sincere."

Everyone around laughed. In the play, Cheng Dieyi had six fingers when he was a child. In order for him to join the theater troupe, his mother forcibly chopped off one of his fingers.

After chatting and joking with the actors backstage for a long time, Lin Weimin stood up and left after seeing that it was too late.

It was past twelve o'clock when I got home. In the 1980s when nightlife was monotonous, it was rare to go home at this time.

When he went to work the next day, Lin Weimin became the focus of everyone's attention again.

Yanjing is the capital. Even in the 1980s when information was not developed, there were more than dozens of print media here, including those at the national level, city level, government agencies...

The newspapers in Yanjing City alone include Yanjing Morning News, Yanjing Evening News, Yanjing Youth Daily, Legal Evening News and many other newspapers.

The Chinese Literature Society is a publishing organization, and subscriptions to newspapers and magazines are indispensable. Not to mention the newspapers in Yanjing, there are also many subscriptions to newspapers across the country.

Early this morning, several newspapers such as Yanjing Morning News, Yanjing Youth Daily and Beijing News reported on the grand premiere of "Farewell My Concubine" at the Capital Theater last night. The report was not long and the content was full of praise. Colleagues He took the newspaper and teased Lin Weimin a lot.

At the same time, the topic of "Farewell My Concubine" tickets was brought up again, and everyone unanimously requested Lin Weimin to help everyone get some tickets for "Farewell My Concubine".

Renyi's performances all release tickets in advance, but "Farewell My Concubine" is so popular and everyone is busy with work that they can't buy tickets at all.

Colleagues asked Lin Weimin to help out for nothing. They asked Lin Weimin to choose two restaurants in Yanjing City, even if everyone gave Lin Weimin the ticket money.

This request was very sincere, and Lin Weimin readily agreed.

He thought to himself that this situation might be inseparable from the scalpers appearing in the Capital Theater.

I never thought there would be scalpers these days.

He has such a vicious vision that he actually picked his own drama.

Yao Shuzhi sat firmly on Diaoyutai today and did not ask Lin Weimin. He guessed that Zheng Guo helped her solve the problem.

After get off work in the evening, Lin Weimin went to the guest house to meet Jiang Zilong.

Jiang Zilong came to Yanjing this time to watch a drama, but he did not leave after watching the drama. He had many friends in Yanjing and planned to stay for a few more days. Lin Weimin did not bother to communicate with him much last night and made an appointment today Let's have a drink together.

The two of them bought some snacks and drinks at a restaurant outside, brought them back, and started drinking in the guest house room.

In addition to the drama "Farewell My Concubine" that is currently being performed, there is also the "Farewell My Concubine" novel that is mentioned to be published in the United States.

"I said you are really good at publishing magazines, publishing, radio performances, TV series, and plays. You have earned several royalties for one work, and now you are publishing it in the United States!" Jiang Zilong praised.

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It's all a coincidence."

Jiang Zilong shook his head, "How can there be so many coincidences! You don't know how famous you are now. Whenever I meet others in Jinmen, I will inevitably talk about you."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"It's so exaggerated." Jiang Zilong poured Lin Weimin a glass of wine, "You, you have underestimated your influence in the literary circle now. If you don't say anything else, just talk about your anecdotes, I don't know how many People never tire of spreading the word.”

"My anecdote? What anecdote do I have?"

Jiang Zilong looked at Lin Weimin with a teasing smile on his face, "You still need me to count you one by one?"

He really crossed his fingers and said, "Going to study at the Literary Research Institute and accepting Mr. Wan as my teacher. Does this count as one thing?"

Lin Weimin thought for a moment, "I guess... forget it."

"Writing scripts for art at the age of twenty, does that count?"

Lin Weimin hesitated, "Forget it?"

"Writing a manuscript for "Zhongshan", from a short story to a novel, the page has been moved several times while waiting, okay?"

"Calculate?"

"Does it count if I go to Yanda to express my love for a female international student?"

Lin Weimin looked embarrassed, "I told you this was a misunderstanding."

"Okay, okay, let's not mention this. "Farewell My Concubine" has sold more than one million copies as a novel alone, right? Counting that issue of "People's Literature", there must be three million copies, right?"

"almost."

"Although we are quite different in age, we can still be considered writers of the same generation. Have you ever seen any writer of our generation who has published more novels than you?"

Lin Weimin was a little embarrassed to answer, "...I haven't seen it."

"Now, "Farewell My Concubine" will be published in the United States. Do you know what those people say about you?" Jiang Zilong had a provocative expression on his face.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Zilong said vividly: "What do you mean by Lin Weimin? He really hugged Mr. Wan's big thigh. His writing skills have not improved much, but his reputation is getting bigger and bigger."

"I heard that all of his novels are published in the United States?"

"What happened to foreign publishing? Mr. Zhou, Mr. Shu, and Mr. Lin, whose works have not been published abroad? Once you become famous, publishing houses will naturally come to you, but how many of them can be popular abroad?"

When Jiang Zilong said this, he couldn't help showing a narrow smile, "Listen, listen, I don't know if they are praising you or derogating you. You kid can now be compared with seniors of this level."

Lin Weimin was also amused by his words, and laughed and said: "If they say that, I would be happy."

While drinking and chatting, Jiang Zilong drank nearly a kilogram of liquor and still acted like a normal person. Lin Weimin couldn't do it anymore. In the end, his speech was a bit out of shape, so he had to spend the night in Jiang Zilong's room.

The performance of "Farewell My Concubine" was still going on at the Capital Theater, while Lin Weimin and Jiang Zilong were drinking.

Zhang Jianjun, who will take the college entrance examination next month, got off the bus and ran towards the Capital Theater happily.

When he entered the theater, he was so anxious that he almost bumped into two female students who were about to enter the theater.

"Why is this person walking without looking at the road? Shuhua, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Let's go in quickly. The show will start soon."

Yao Shuhua said, holding her classmate's hand and walking into the theater.

The Capital Theater is large and can accommodate thousands of spectators to watch performances.

Yao Shuhua never watches dramas. This time she watched "Farewell My Concubine" purely out of her love for the original novel and its author Lin Weimin.

She begged her sister Yao Shuzhi and her future brother-in-law to get the tickets. The brother-in-law got three tickets, two of which were for the same show. The two of them kept them, and the remaining one ticket for today's show was given to them. she.

It happened that one of Yao Shuhua's classmates also had a ticket for today, so they went to watch "Farewell My Concubine" together.

Not long after she and her classmates took their seats, the lights in the theater dimmed, then the curtain call came, and then the curtain opened and the performance officially began.

Yao Shuhua watched a drama for the first time today. She was deeply attracted by the performances on the stage. She stared intently at the actors' performances, unwilling to miss any detail.

Before you know it, the play is coming to an end.

On the stage, Cheng Dieyi made a gorgeous turn, swung his sword and killed himself, and Duan Xiaolou's heartbreaking "dieyi" sounded.

Yao Shuhua couldn't help crying, and her tears fell like raindrops. She was so emotional that she held the hands of the female classmate next to her tightly.

At this moment, an earth-shattering cry suddenly came from not far away.

"Ahhhhh, Dieyi..."

Not only Yao Shuhua and her female classmates, but also the entire audience were startled by the crying, and their originally sad mood suddenly went out of control.

Even Yang Lixin, who had already passed away on the stage, almost died when he heard such a voice.

The eyes of the people around them all looked at the source of the crying with disgust, which was a young man, just on the left side of the row in front of Yao Shuhua and the others.

The young man cried uncontrollably, without any concern for the opinions of the people around him.

Everyone's eyes were full of disgust, but it was hard to say anything, thanks to the fact that the show was over.

Otherwise, if he suddenly came and planned everyone's happiness, he would inevitably receive an iron fist from the people of Yanjing.

"This man is really annoying!" the female classmate next to Yao Shuhua said unhappily.

Yao Shuhua said: "He probably likes Cheng Dieyi too much, right? He's crying so pitifully!"

Just as the female classmate was about to tease her, thunderous applause rang out, covering up the heart-wrenching cries not far away.

The hands of Yao Shuhua and her female classmates were red, and their faces were flushed with emotion.

"Shuhua, this drama is so great. I want to watch it again."

"Me too, both of us together."

Yao Shuhua did not forget to clap her hands when she spoke.

The actors took their final call, the curtain closed on the stage, and the performance ended.

Yao Shuhua and Yao Shuhua left the theater with the flow of people still unfinished.

After leaving the theater, she saw a boy whose eyes were red from crying. Although she could not see clearly in the dark just now, Yao Shuhua was sure that this boy must be the one who cried earth-shatteringly at the end.

Yao Shuhua secretly bit her ears with her female classmates, and from time to time she let out silver bell-like laughter in the direction of the boys.

Zhang Jianjun came out of the theater with tears on his face and stood in the crowd feeling lost. A burst of laughter pulled him out of his emotions.

He glanced in Yao Shuhua's direction. The two girls seemed to be discussing him.

Zhang Jianjun didn't pay attention. He thought that the actor Cheng Dieyi did a great job.

He touched his pocket. He would come to see this play next time. Not only would he come, he would also give a gift to the actor "Cheng Dieyi".

The acting was so good, this is Cheng Dieyi in my heart!

Comrades, I'm back again.