1980 My literary era

Cheng Zhongshi smoked a cigarette, exhaled a breath of second-hand smoke, and pondered for a long time before saying: "Think about it! Why haven't I thought about it? But the road must be walked step by step, and the food must be eaten bite by bite. I know my current level, and I will go there." It’s still not up to the task of writing a long story.”

Lin Weimin said: "Writing the novella is actually an exercise for you. I think after two more chapters, it will be enough."

Cheng Zhongshi showed a somewhat expectant smile.

Lin Weimin stood up, looked outside the room, and sighed: "This Guanzhong land has been exposed to wind and rain for thousands of years, but there are so many things to write about. If you write a long novel in the future, here is the best material."

Cheng Zhongshi's eyes lit up, and he stood up as well, "Yes, you really thought of me."

He walked to the door of his ancestral house, and outside the door lay the vast land of Guanzhong. Cheng Zhongshi stared at it for a long time, then turned to look at Lin Weimin, with a hint of ambition in his eyes from unknown time.

"For the people, after being said like this, I feel more and more itchy when I think about it! A thought suddenly came to my mind just now.

I'm going to have to have that headrest until the day I die! "

The more Cheng Zhongshi spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and by the end, his tone dropped.

"I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope I can make myself a brick that can cushion my head!"

"A brick that can cushion the head" naturally does not refer to a pillow, but a work that allows Cheng Zhongshi to close his eyes. It must be a long novel that can stand up.

Lin Weimin laughed and thought to himself, that's right. What kind of short story should you write? Your culture is not good enough to write short stories.

"Brother, the Spring and Autumn Period is at its peak. Decades of hard work are enough for you to write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation." Lin Weimin complimented.

Only then did Cheng Zhongshi come back from his intense imagination, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"I believe it myself."

Lin Weimin shook his head and said: "This is not a big talk, it should be called an ambition. I think this ambition is very good. I really look forward to seeing you write this work that can 'lay your head off'!"

He said and smiled at Cheng Zhongshi again, "When the time comes, it must be published in our "Contemporary"!"

Encouraged by him, Cheng Zhongshi finally faced his own heart and said, "Okay, if I really write it, I will definitely publish it in "Contemporary"."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

While chatting, it was noon and Cheng Zhongshi insisted on making a bowl of noodles for Lin Weimin.

"The conditions at home are simple, don't be dissatisfied."

After a simple lunch, we talked about the manuscript again.

The two novels Cheng Zhongshi took out, "Kang Family Courtyard" and "Early Summer", one needed revision and the other was still a third of the way to completion. Cheng Zhongshi was not a fast guy like Mo Yan, so he spent a day or two The content will definitely never be finished.

"Then wait until you finish writing and then mail it to me. Don't make it too late. Is it okay in late December?"

Cheng Zhongshi thought carefully before agreeing to Lin Weimin, "No problem."

"Then it's settled."

After talking about business, Lin Weimin stood up and prepared to leave. Cheng Zhongshi stood up to see him off and insisted on sending him to a stop where he could take a bus into the city.

As the two walked in the village, they would always feel some attention from time to time.

Cheng Zhongshi was a celebrity in the village, a great writer, and he occasionally had guests at home. In the eyes of the villagers of Xijiang Village, these were all great intellectuals.

Lin Weimin is handsome and elegant, and at first glance he looks like an ink drinker.

There were children following behind the two of them, looking at them curiously and laughing and playing from time to time.

Lin Weimin and Cheng Zhongshi chatted all the way without taking it seriously.

When he was about to leave the village, he met an old man. The old man was tall and looked a little different from the old men in the village. Lin Weimin observed for a few seconds and found that his waist was always straight as he walked through the village. .

Seeing Lin Weimin's eyes wandering over the old man who had walked over, Cheng Zhongshi introduced: "He is the patriarch of our clan here."

Lin Weimin whispered: "I feel like he is a person with a story."

Cheng Zhongshi laughed, "Who doesn't have a story?"

"Some people's stories are like a page of papyrus, while some people's stories are like a thick epic."

Lin Weimin said this meaningfully and walked in front, while Cheng Zhongshi fell behind, chewing his words over and over again.

He couldn't help but look back at the retreating patriarch's back, and there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Lin Weimin got on the bus back to Xi'an and waved to Cheng Zhongshi, who was still standing next to the bus.

It was already evening when we returned to XA City.

Lin Weimin did not rush to the train station, but first found a guest house to stay. Early the next morning, he called the Literary and Art Association where Lu Yao was currently working, and learned that Lu Yao had recently written a movie script for "Life". He went deep into the countryside of northern Shaanxi to collect stories, and he was accompanied by director Wu Tianming.

These days, both communication and transportation are underdeveloped. Once people go out, it is extremely difficult to find them.

It seems that Teacher Lin’s manuscript compilation work can only come to an end here.

Far away in northern Shaanxi, Lu Yao and Wu Tianming were squatting in a corner of a market to observe the living conditions of farmers.

He shivered inexplicably and swayed.

Wu Tianming noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, maybe I'm hungry."

Wu Tianming said: "Who told you not to have breakfast?"

Lu Yao didn't answer Wu Tianming's words. Lin Weimin's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt happy in his heart.

Thanks to taking on the job of adapting the movie script of "Life", otherwise I would definitely have received a reminder letter or even a phone call from Weimin at this time.

After staying on the train for more than a day, Lin Weimin returned to Yanjing again.

I went out to compile the manuscript twice in a row, which lasted half a month.

The manuscripts organized by Lin Weimin alone include two novellas by Yu Hua, "Going for a Long Journey at the Age of Eighteen" and "Noon when the Northwest Wind Whists", a short story "Folk Music" and a novella "Transparent" by Mo Yan. "Carrots", plus Chen | Zhongshi's two novellas "Kang Family Courtyard" and "Early Summer", plus He Yunlu's novel "New Star", the space of this January issue of "Contemporary" has exceeded , and the distribution of manuscript types is also very uneven.

Qin Chaoyang suddenly had a headache when he looked at the manuscript information in the January issue. He was very happy when composing the manuscript, but it was painful when typesetting it.

Lin Weimin's tone was relaxed, "Anyway, I have compiled the manuscript for you, and the rest is none of my business."

He clapped his hands and said to Tan Chaoyang: "Is the leave you promised me still counted?"

Tan Chaoyang glanced at him but said nothing.

"Then I'll take a break this week and take two more days of personal leave."

"Why did you take so many days off?"

"I have something to do."

Tan Chaoyang was suspicious, "What can happen to you?"

Lin Weimin said dissatisfied: "What are you talking about? Nothing can happen to me? I go to work seriously and diligently every day, isn't it worth these few days of rest?"

"Come on, stop saying weird things."

Tan Chaoyang was so annoyed by his nonsense that he kicked him out of the office.

Lin Weimin whistled and returned to the office with brisk steps.

"Hey, what good thing is this for the people?" Liu Yin joked.

Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing, "Nothing, just a few days off."

Zhu Changsheng said: "It's time to rest for two days. You have been running back and forth for the people for half a month, right?"

"Is that okay?" Lin Weimin packed his bag and waved to everyone, "I won't work with you these days. I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night!"

Everyone was amused by his strange appearance and weird words, but little did they know that what Lin Weimin said was a classic line.

It's a pity that no one understands me and I am as lonely as snow.

Lin Weimin was in a good mood, with a handsome back.

As he got on the motorcycle, he was about to press the accelerator.

"For the people! Wait a minute!"

Lin Weimin followed the sound and saw that a window on the second floor of the back building was open, and Tan Chaoyang stretched out his head and called to him.

Old comrades, you are not afraid of catching a cold in this cold weather.

"What's the matter, leader?" Lin Weimin replied.

"I have your phone number."

The urgency of things these days can probably be divided by means of communication, followed by letters, telegrams, and phone calls.

A phone call is usually a relatively important matter.

Lin Weimin put the motorcycle frame in place and returned upstairs. "Whose phone number is it?"

"They said they are family members of your classmates. They should be able to call again later."

After waiting for a few minutes, the phone rang again. Lin Weimin answered the phone, but his expression became serious after the person on the other side said a few words.

"When did this happen?"

"How long does it take to get to Yanjing?"

"Okay, I'll pick you up then."

…

The call was short, less than two minutes.

Lin Weimin put down the phone, and the relaxed smile when he came in was no longer on his face.

"What happened?" Tan Chaoyang asked with concern.

Lin Weimin sighed softly, "A classmate at the Institute of Literary Studies may have a terminal illness and wants to come to Yanjing for a checkup."

Tan Chaoyang nodded clearly, "It's a matter of life and death. If you can help, please help."

Lin Weimin nodded, "Definitely."

"I'll ask Lao Meng for you. I remember Lao Meng's daughter-in-law is still a director at Union Hospital."

"I will go with you."

The two came to Meng Weizai's office. Meng Weizai heard about the situation and said, "I'll tell her when I get home in the evening. You can go directly to her when she arrives. We met her last time for Weimin. Do you know her?" "

Lin Weimin nodded, "Thank you, director."

Meng Weizai said: "If this happens, who can not help?"

After coming out of the Chinese Literature Society, Lin Weimin felt a little heavy. He originally planned to go to Zhijiang to meet his girlfriend in the past few days, but now it will happen.

Lin Weimin found Qu Xiaowei's work unit and said, "Lao Guo may have liver cancer."

Qu Xiaowei was stunned for a moment, and then realized who Lin Weimin was talking about.

"Guo Yudao?"

"Um."

Qu Xiaowei was stunned, "He is only in his forties | right?"

Lin Weimin smiled bitterly, "Yeah, who would have thought."

Qu Xiaowei recalled, "Don't tell me, it seems that when he was studying in the institute, his face has always been bad."

"I also persuaded him to get checked."

When the two of them said this, they looked at each other speechlessly.

When he learned that Guo Yudao's family was bringing him to Yanjing for a checkup, Qu Xiaowei said, "I'll go pick him up with you."

"Don't worry, Lao Guo will have to take the train for two days tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go find you then. Have you found the hospital?"

"Our director's daughter-in-law works at Xiehe..."

Qu Xiaowei said easily: "That's enough."

Both later and now, Concordia is one of the best hospitals in the country. Lin Weimin was of great help by arranging Guo Yudao here.

What kind of family is this? If the computer breaks down, it will be replaced with a new one. My part is broken and I have to wait for a long time for a replacement. The same was true for the previous thin and light laptops. They broke at the slightest touch and cost more than a thousand to repair. That one has been used for three years. I'm thinking of replacing it. As a result, I have only been using this for a year, and I am reluctant to replace it. I will repair it if I can.