1980 My literary era

Entering December, Yanjing has completely cooled down. There are fallen leaves on the streets, adding to the desolation of winter.

The outdoor temperature has dropped, and the basketball court between the front and back buildings of the Chinese Literature Society has become deserted. On the contrary, the table tennis table in the corridor has become increasingly hot, and people have to queue up to play.

Liu Yin was annoyed by the noise of ping-pong in the corridor, and complained: "We shouldn't have these ping-pong tables. Look at these guys upstairs, they don't do their job all day long."

Rong Shihui said: "Relax, relax, don't worry, you usually play too!"

"Teacher Rong, you just pamper them too much."

"Haha." Rong Shihui smiled kindly. He always treated the author with kindness, which was completely different from Liu Yin's style.

Liu Yin joked: "You are smiling as if I am usually very strict with them."

"I didn't say that."

Liu Yin's eyes glanced at Zhang Zhong'e's table. They were communicating with the author. If this got out, it would definitely hinder her work of organizing the manuscript.

You can't just let yourself carry such a reputation, you have to find someone to complement you.

Thinking of this, she said, "Have you seen Xiaomo's letter?"

Rong Shihui nodded.

"No matter how ruthless I am, I will never be ruthless for the sake of the people. He is the evil Zhou Papi who locked Xiao Mo in a guest house to write. He will not let her out until the novel is finished."

Zhu Changsheng joined in the fun and said, "Yes, this is too cruel for the people. Even the landlords in the old society were not to this extent."

The smile on Rong Shihui's face was somewhat profound, and he asked: "Do you know who was the last person to enjoy this kind of treatment?"

Liu Yin and Zhu Changsheng recalled for a moment, and an image emerged in their minds.

"Lu Yao?"

Rong Shihui nodded, "That's right!"

Zhu Changsheng touched his chin and frowned: "Teacher Rong means that he is very particular about using this technique for the people. This author must be one he is very optimistic about."

"good."

After listening to the conversation between the two, Liu Yin also felt that it made sense.

Lu Yao was originally locked up in a small dark room on the third floor by Lin Weimin to finish correcting "Life" before he was released. Mo Yan's experience was almost exactly the same as his.

While several people were talking, Zhang Zhong'e had already finished communicating with the author and sent them out.

He came over and said with a smile: "Liu Yin, you are so bad! When you were talking just now, my author was listening carefully and even spoke to me several times slower."

Rong Shihui laughed and said: "That's her purpose. She must be afraid that her reputation will be bad and she wants to use Weimin as a backstop."

After being exposed, Liu Yin laughed and said: "I'm not telling lies. Isn't this done for the people? He just happens to be away. Who is he talking about?"

Colleagues were laughing and joking, and the atmosphere in the office was full of joy.

At this time, in the ward of Union Hospital.

The wind outside the window was a bit strong, traveling in the gap between the window and the window frame, causing a howling sound, but the atmosphere inside the house was quiet.

Guo Yudao's test results came out, he had advanced liver cancer.

He was the mainstay of the family, and he had already predicted his condition. His wife could not hide it from him, so she could only tell him the test results truthfully.

Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei made an appointment to see him today. After learning the news, they fell into silence.

The two of them didn't know how to comfort Guo Yudao, and they felt that no matter how heartwarming words they said at this time, they were in vain.

In the face of life and death, what people can do is really limited.

"Lao Guo, don't be too pessimistic. Although this disease cannot be cured, it can still be maintained. Union Medical College is the best hospital in the country after all. You can live here with peace of mind and live for five or eight years. It shouldn’t be a problem.”

Qu Xiaowei scratched his scalp for a long time before he came up with these two sentences.

Guo Yudao's eyes were originally looking out the window, but when he heard him speak, he turned his head back. His eyes were calm and his face became increasingly gray.

Qu Xiaowei may also feel that his words are suspected of coaxing a child, so his eyes dodge.

Lin Weimin patted Qu Xiaowei on the shoulder and said, "Okay, stop comforting me. It's useless to say anything at this time."

He said to Guo Yudao: "Lao Guo, how about I make arrangements for you first and meet the teachers and classmates!"

His tone was relaxed, with a hint of humor, and he made the farewell meeting look like a fan meeting.

Guo Yudao couldn't help but feel a look of longing on his face when he thought of those familiar faces and the days they spent together.

After a long time, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. There's nothing good to see about a dying person. It just ruined everyone's mood."

Lin Weimin felt a little sad when he heard this sentence. Lao Guo spoke very little when he was at the Literary Research Institute. He was better at actions than words. He was delicate and loyal. When he was seriously ill, he thought more about others.

"Everyone must also want to meet you." Lin Weimin advised.

Guo Yudao shook his hand, "It's better to say goodbye. Let everyone's memories of me stay at the Literary Research Institute."

He sighed, "Those days were so beautiful!"

Qu Xiaowei could hardly control his tears. He was nostalgic for the past, but more importantly, he was facing the sadness and sadness of separation between life and death.

"Okay, then we won't see you. You can rest assured and be treated in the hospital. Xiaowei is exaggerating, but with good treatment, it won't be a problem in two or three years." Lin Weimin advised.

Guo Yudao looked at Lin Weimin, with a kind of despair behind his calm eyes.

With just one look, Lin Weimin understood what he meant.

Guo Yudao turned around and said to his wife: "Go back to Xining."

Tears burst into his wife's eyes almost immediately. How could he not understand what her husband said?

Not only her, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei also understood that they felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

"There's nothing to cry about. It's just a pile of dirt. Leave early and leave late. Save some money for your family."

When Guo Yudao said this, his wife cried even harder.

Guo Yudao smiled bitterly and said: "Before, I always had a bit of luck, thinking what if it was a misdiagnosis? It made you suffer a lot from following me. This time it's better, I'm sure, and I feel at ease."

The more Lin Weimin listened, the more he couldn't bear it, "Lao Guo, you don't need to worry about money, I will find a way for you."

Qu Xiaowei also spoke up: "Yes. Lao Guo, you don't even know that Weimin's novels have been published in the United States and he is making a lot of money. He is now a big business owner!"

When Guo Yudao heard this, the expression on his face finally changed a little. He sighed: "This group of people in our class have the highest talent for serving the people, and now they are getting better and better!"

Lin Weimin held his hand and said, "Yes, so you don't have to worry about money."

Guo Yudao shook his head resolutely, "Manpower is sometimes poor. No matter how much money I spend on this disease, it will be in vain. Do you really think that I am such a person who regards death? As long as there is one percent hope, do you think I Are you willing to give up? But is there a one percent chance?"

Lin Weimin was silent, Qu Xiaowei and his wife were also silent, and the only sound in the ward was his wife's sobs.

After a long time, Guo Yudao spoke again, "So, I won't cause trouble to everyone."

His tone was still so calm, but there was a sense of determination.

Guo Yudao leaned on the bedside, held Lin Weimin's hand, and said, "Weimin, do you know? In our class, the person I envy the most is you."

He looked into Lin Weimin's eyes and said, "How talented you are. It makes people not only envious, but also jealous, and you are so young. I still remember the time when I watched a movie in Xiaoxi Tian'er, just chatting casually. , "The Death of Yura" was created just like that from your mouth, it's amazing."

"It's not like us, who have to think hard about a work for three to five years."

"In the past two years, you have produced more and more works. I have watched every one of them. Not only is the output high, but the quality is also surprisingly good. It's really enviable."

"You know what? The biggest regret in my life is that I haven't even written a decent novel."

In addition to envy, Guo Yudao's tone was full of regret.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Cheng Zhongshi, whom he had met some time ago.

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

For a writer who mainly writes novels, a long-lasting novel, as Cheng Zhongshi said, can be used as a cushion after death, and it can allow these poets to leave their names in history. thing.

Lin Weimin still had time to comfort Guo Yudao, but he knew that a full-length novel required not only time, but also the efforts and energy of the creator.

Guo Yudao's current physical condition is simply not enough to support him in completing a full-length creation.

They looked at each other in silence, only their hands were tightly held.

Lin Weimin felt his hand being clenched by Guo Yudao again, and Guo Yudao stared into his eyes.

"Weimin, I have read all of your previous works. They are all very good, but they are just a little lacking in spirit. Don't let your talent go to waste. Promise me!"

Guo Yudao looked at Lin Weimin earnestly.

Lin Weimin knew that it was not only a warning to himself, but also a certain expectation for the unfulfilled regret in his heart.

Lin Weimin suppressed the sadness in his heart and nodded, "I will definitely write it well."

Guo Yudao's last words seemed to turn the atmosphere in the room into sadness.

"Okay, okay, don't make it so sad. I haven't left yet. I just want to say a few words." Guo Yudao said while holding on to a smile.

Lin Weimin gathered his emotions and joked: "Lao Guo, I will let you be the protagonist of my next novel, and I will burn it for you after it is finished."

A naughty smile appeared on Guo Yudao's face, "You are a quick shooter. You are expecting me to leave early!"

"Don't worry, I will write slowly this time!"

A touched look flashed in Guo Yudao's eyes.

"Ahhhhh!" Qu Xiaowei suddenly burst into tears and scolded Lin Weimin while crying.

"You bitch, no wonder the novel is so well-written and can comfort people so much that it can make people cry!"

Guo Yudao and Lin Weimin looked at him crying like a child, pointed at him and laughed.

Smiling and laughing, tears flowed out.

Second update.