1980 My literary era

After joining the army for seven years, Mo Yan is now twenty-seven years old. He is approaching his thirties. He knows very well that the opportunities that everyone can encounter in this life are actually very limited, just two or three times.

And among these few opportunities, every choice he makes will have a huge impact on his future life.

For example, when he was twenty years old, he was stubborn. Even if he shamelessly begged for friends, even if he endured the gossip of the villagers, he still wanted to get out of his poor hometown.

The choice he made back then bore fruit a few years later, and he became a glorious officer.

The name he had only seen in publications and typefaces was now beside him.

Mo Yan knew very well that by seizing this opportunity, he would most likely skyrocket.

Therefore, Mo Yan worked hard.

He worked so hard that Lin Weimin was a little worried.

"Xiao Mo, if it doesn't work, just rest for a while. Actually, it's not that urgent."

Mo Yan raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "Teacher Lin, it's okay. If you are tired, go back and rest first. I am full of inspiration right now."

After persuading him for a while, Mo Yan put down his pen and rested. Lin Weimin finally felt relieved and returned to his room.

But Lin Weimin didn't know that as soon as he left the room, Mo Yan, who was already lying on the bed, got up again and came to the desk, his eyes gleaming.

This state lasted for three days. When Lin Weimin knocked on the door of the room where Mo Yan was waiting for him again this morning, he was greeted by Mo Yan with messy hair, tired face, and extremely high energy. The curtains in the room were still open, and the sun was shining brightly. Isolated, the air is filled with the smell of a tobacco shop.

"Xiao Mo, you haven't slept all night again?" Lin Weimin said in surprise.

Mo Yan nodded, "The more I write, the more I think, and I can't sleep."

Mo Yan let Lin Weimin into the room and handed him the manuscript on the table, "Teacher Lin, the manuscript is finished."

Is this efficient?

Lin Weimin glanced at the manuscript and saw that the name had already been chosen - "Folk Music".

After working as an editor for two years, Lin Weimin was very sensitive to the thickness of the manuscript, and he knew it by heart, at least 10,000 words.

He flipped through it for a while, and Mo Yan's progress could be seen with the naked eye. This "Folk Music" was at least much better than his second short story "The Ugly Soldier".

It’s not a shame to get this level of writing published in “Contemporary”. Lin Weimin gave this piece of “Folk Music” a definition in his mind.

Completing a 10,000-word short story in three days is neither high nor low efficiency, but it is for a seasoned writer. Mo Yan now has a glimpse of the creative process and can maintain the quality of this manuscript in such a short period of time. It is not easy to create a large amount of works.

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly noticed the messy desk, which seemed to be still writing, "This is..."

Mo Yan smiled sheepishly, "After writing this novel, I got some inspiration in my mind, and I want to write more."

Lin Weimin stared at Mo Yan, could this be the legendary "Longchang Enlightenment"?

"Is this novel long?"

Mo Yan thought for a while, "It should probably have tens of thousands of words. I haven't fully figured it out yet, so I can't say."

Lin Weimin put the manuscript in his hand back on the table, "Then continue writing. Your current creative state is rare. I will wait here for another two days. If you can finish writing, I will take the two manuscripts together. Let’s go. If you can’t finish writing, just mail it to me later.”

The unreserved trust in Lin Weimin's words moved Mo Yan's heart, and he had the urge to die for his confidant.

"Don't worry, Teacher Lin. Give me two days and I will finish it."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Don't force yourself."

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin and said nothing, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was beyond words.

After all, we are young people, so staying up late shouldn’t be a big problem, right?

After working as an editor for two years, Teacher Lin has some conscience, but not much left.

"When will you come back?" Tan Chaoyang's distorted voice on the phone was a bit sullen.

We agreed to let Lin Weimin compile the manuscript, but he was there for several days. Yanqing is only a hundred miles away from Yanjing, and ten round trips are enough these days.

"Leader, you don't know. Mo Yan has some inspiration. I inspired him a little bit, and his inspiration suddenly came out!

You also know that I am a talented person!

I can't let him miss such a good opportunity in vain, so I just want to give him some guidance. Isn't this also a way for our "Contemporary" to discover another young writer with potential? "

Lin Weimin used the guest house's phone to make an outside call. He held the phone between his cheek and his shoulder. He had a handful of peanuts at hand. He held a peanut with both hands and pressed it lightly to open it.

"Yes! It's not easy for young people to have such an opportunity. I will definitely teach you carefully, so don't worry."

"Just these two days, I'll go back when I'm done."

"Okay, don't worry."

Lin Weimin put down the phone, paid the money, threw away the peanut skin in his hand, and was about to go upstairs to find Mo Yan.

Suddenly, an unkempt figure came down from the stairs and rushed towards Lin Weimin.

He was shocked. He had just finished telling lies to Lao Qin and was being punished?

"teacher LIN!"

After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Mo, it turns out to be you!"

Mo Yan looked a little excited and handed over a stack of manuscript paper.

"Teacher Lin, the novel is finished."

Finished?

Lin Weimin looked surprised and took the manuscript hesitantly.

This thickness... must be 30,000 words, right?

Lin Weimin recalled that it had only been two days since "Folk Music" was finished.

The average writing volume is at least 15,000 words per day. Not to mention the era when coding was all done by hand, even in the era of computer writing, this amount is terrifying.

Mo Yan's efficiency was enough to make those bastards with four thousand a day in Qidian feel ashamed.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of that interview from later generations.

Xiaomo, this kid, has something!

Back in the room, Lin Weimin carefully read through the two novels that Mo Yan spent five days writing.

A short story "Folk Music" of 12,000 words, and a novella "Transparent Carrot" of 32,000 words.

The quality of "Folk Music" has reached the publication standards of "Contemporary", but it may be because of its recent enlightenment that it is not outstanding enough.

"Transparent Carrot" is different. Even Lin Weimin felt amazing after watching it.

Compared with the "Ugly Soldier" written by Mo Yan that he had read a few days ago, he was completely different, a qualitative leap forward.

"Well written!" Lin Weimin put down the manuscript, met Mo Yan's expectant gaze, and then said seriously: "Publish both articles together!"

"Send them together?"

Mo Yan was puzzled and a little surprised at the same time. How could he do this?

Lin Weimin explained: "The purpose of this January issue is to bring out the old and bring out the new, not just for you. There is a young author in Zhijiang named Yu Hua, and his two novellas will also be published in the January issue together."

Hearing this, Mo Yan couldn't help but admire the courage and boldness of "Contemporary".

At the same time, I also became interested in a colleague who, like myself, could publish two works in the same issue.

Lin Weimin put away the manuscript, like a seasoned prostitute, and put on his clothes without paying.

"You've worked hard these past few days. I'm going to tell your leader to let you rest for two more days before going back to work." Lin Weimin warned Mo Yan.

"Okay, Teacher Lin."

"I will take the manuscript back with me first. I will notify you after it is officially confirmed to be published. The manuscript fee will be mailed to you at that time."

Mo Yan felt an inexplicable feeling of loss in his heart.

In the past few days, thanks to the guidance of Teacher Lin, he seemed to have divine help in his creation. After writing two novels, even he felt a little incredible.

Five days, 44,000 words.

Not to mention such high-quality completion, just writing these words was something he had never attempted before.

And all this is because of Teacher Lin’s help.

Mo Yan had deep feelings for Lin Weimin.

"Teacher Lin, thank you! Thank you!"

Before leaving, Mo Yan held Lin Weimin's hand tightly, his eyes were moist, and he murmured thanks.

Lin Weimin was riding a motorcycle and looked back at Mo Yan, who was still standing there waving to him.

Xiaomo is an emotional person!

After another bumpy journey, Lin Weimin returned to Yanjing a few hours later. He didn't even return home. He went back to the Chinese Literature Society first.

There were still two freshly published novels by Mo Yan in his pocket, so I decided to send them back for peace of mind.

After not seeing each other for several days, Liu Yin saw Lin Weimin and said, "Hey, Weimin is fat!"

Lin Weimin said with a guilty conscience: "Maybe he stayed up late, had irregular work and rest periods, and irregular diet."

"Really?"

"Isn't that right? Sister Liu, please don't stay up late. If you don't say anything, I'll find Lao Qin to sell the leave."

Lin Weimin went to Tan Chaoyang's office perfunctorily.

"You still know how to come back?"

Tan Chaoyang became angry and angry when he saw him.

Lin Weimin had the manuscript in his pocket, and without any panic, he took it out and threw it on the table.

"Look at the results of our work these days!"

Tan Chaoyang didn't bother to talk to Lin Weimin, so he picked up the manuscript and started reading.

After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of doubt in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"You directed this all?"

Lin Weimin held his head high and said, "It can't be said to be a guide. I just gave him some advice from the side. Xiao Mo still has talent."

Although I have doubts about this kid's words, facts speak louder than words.

Qin Chaoyang was considering whether to let Lin Weimin do all the editing work of the editorial department in the future.

Anyway, he is still young and can afford to run.

"Not bad, good. The more I work, the better I get."

Qin Chaoyang praised Lin Weimin, which made Lin Weimin feel good. Our leaders can still see our achievements.

"It just so happens that someone recommended a comrade, an author to me. He is in Shaanxi, so why don't you drop by for a trip?"

Thousands of kilometers from Yanjing to Shaanxi, Lin Weimin really wanted to ask Tan Chaoyang, is the road to your home so smooth?

"Boss, the production team's donkeys don't dare to use it like this! I just returned to Yanjing..."

"Then rest for two days before going."

Tan Chaoyang blocked Lin Weimin's excuses.

"I'm going to take a week off after that group has finished the manuscript."

"How dare you make terms?" Tan Chaoyang glared.

"What's going on? I'm running all over the place, why can't I take a holiday?" Lin Weimin argued.

After looking at each other for a moment, Tan Chaoyang said: "It's impossible in a week!"

"Those five days."

"Just three days, do you want love?" Tan Chaoyang said impatiently.

Lin Weimin nodded, "Three days is all, don't go back on your word!"

After agreeing on the terms, Lin Weimin mumbled out the door.

Tan Chaoyang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

This monkey!