1980 My literary era

1983 is the Year of the Pig, and on New Year's Day this year, Lin Weimin is much busier than before.

I got up early to say New Year's greetings to my brother-in-law, and hurried to the train station. Today my girlfriend and the Little Baihua Yue Opera Troupe were returning to Zhijiang, and he had to go see her off. After this farewell, he wouldn't be able to see each other for at least a few months.

But when Lin Weimin arrived at the train station, he waited and waited but didn't see the large troops of the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe.

Seeing that it was already past eight o'clock, and if he waited any longer and delayed going to the teacher's house to pay New Year's greetings, Lin Weimin rode his bicycle all the way to the Temple of Heaven Hotel.

"Comrade, has the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe left?"

It had been a month or two since the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal, and the people at the front desk had known Lin Weimin for a long time. "No, they continued for another day."

what's the situation?

Lin Weimin asked the front desk to make an internal call to Tao Huimin, and after a while she came downstairs.

"What's going on? Didn't you say you were leaving?" Lin Weimin asked.

Tao Huimin had a bit of joy on her face, "We had packed our things in the morning and were getting ready to go to the train station. The group leader received a call and told us to stay in Yanjing for a few days. He said that a leader had seen us. I really enjoyed the show and asked us to stay in Yanjing and perform for a while before returning to Zhijiang. I couldn't contact you and wanted to find you at the train station. I didn't expect you to come so soon."

It turns out that this is the case, Lin Weimin is happy, at least he can meet Tao Huimin a few more times.

"Then can you guys still have a holiday?"

Tao Huimin shook her head, "I don't know. The group leader is currently communicating the situation. If the schedule is really set, should we take advantage of the Spring Festival to perform during the holidays, right?"

"That's too hard." Lin Weimin held her hand and said, "Come to my house someday and I'll make you something delicious to replenish."

Tao Huimin said shyly: "I won't go."

His tone was less firm than before, Lin Weimin said: "I just went to recognize the door and have a meal."

Tao Huimin hesitated and said, "I'm afraid I don't have time."

"It doesn't matter. If you squeeze in a bit, you'll definitely get it. When you have time someday, I'll take you there."

Tao Huimin reluctantly agreed.

The two talked for a while, and Jiang Yao came down to find Tao Huimin and said that the group leader had summoned them to a meeting, so they probably had some clues about the performance.

"Then you go up first, I will come back to you tomorrow."

After leaving the Temple of Heaven Hotel, Lin Weimin went straight to Muxidi.

Mr. Wan was in good spirits today and took Lin Weimin to chat about last night's Spring Festival Gala.

"This Spring Festival Gala is very interesting. The two sketches you wrote are also good. The structure is simple but the baggage is just right. The actors' performances are also good. The one who plays Huang Shiren is your nephew, right?"

"Yes, I have just entered the entertainment industry not long ago, and my acting skills are relatively average."

"It's not bad. But the two young men who acted with him performed really well."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Teacher, you are really discerning. Those two are from the People's Art Actor Training Class. People's Art is very optimistic about them. Maybe they will become the mainstay of People's Art in the next few years."

Mr. Wan shook his head and said with a smile: "Oh, I really don't go there often, and I don't even recognize our people."

After talking about the Spring Festival Gala, Mr. Wan talked about the novel "The Horse Trapper" again.

"The Horse Trapper" was published in the January supplement of "People's Literature" this year. More than a month has passed since then. Mr. Wan is busy with work and has just finished reading it.

"Overall, it's excellent. However, I feel that the treatment of the character Bayin is a little too understated, which makes people feel unhappy!"

"You mean, his ending is too good?"

Mr. Wan nodded and said: "It might be better if there is a causal loop at the end, such as the turmoil that happened five years ago. It would be very suitable if it were used on Bayin, and the sense of fate would come out all of a sudden."

“I did consider this treatment before, but in the end I decided to use the current ending mainly because of the feelings of many gay people who have experienced buzzing.

Scar literature has become very popular in recent years, and most of the protagonists have been persecuted, so everyone can naturally relate to it.

Now if I rashly do the opposite and turn the persecuted people into villains, it may be harmful to the feelings of many comrades.

The current ending is a little less dense, but it is better in terms of irony. There are always choices to be made! "

Lin Weimin showed a free and easy smile at the end.

Mr. Wan had been listening to his words attentively. It wasn't until he finished speaking that he nodded and said, "Yes, I thought it through very carefully."

"but……"

He looked directly at Lin Weimin, "If it is simply to worry about some people's mood, there is no need to modify this ending."

Then his expression relaxed again, "But your two endings are half-assed, which shows that you put your heart into it."

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief, finally not being criticized.

"You just mentioned the deputy editor now. You should be very busy. Have you written anything recently?" Mr. Wan asked again.

Every time we meet, this topic cannot be avoided, and Lin Weimin is used to it.

"It just started. It's a story about a rich young man from Shanghai and a French girl in trouble."

Mr. Wan found it interesting after hearing this, "The details must be controlled well, whether it is Shanghai or France, including a female perspective, these are things you have never experienced before, so you must be careful."

"Yes, these issues require a lot of time and energy, just like when I wrote "Horse Trapper" before."

Mr. Wan patted his thigh at this time and said, "By the way, wait a moment."

He walked into the study as he spoke, and after a while, came out with a few books.

"These books were prepared when I visited France in 1980. You may be able to use them."

Lin Weimin took the book and said with a smile: "This is so kind. At least you saved me a few trips to the Capital Library."

In the days before the Internet, searching for information was definitely a frustrating task.

After leaving Mr. Wan's house, Lin Weimin went to Shi Tiesheng's house to pay New Year's greetings.

After finishing the work, the whole morning has passed.

Starting from the second grade of junior high school, he successively visited the teachers at the Literary Research Institute and several leaders of the Chinese Literary Society.

Time flies and the vacation is over.

Tao Huimin's Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe was the first group to enjoy the benefits of this Spring Festival Gala. After their troupe performed "Five Daughters on Birthday" on the 30th night, they received a call on the first day of the new year asking them to stay in Yanjing to perform. Opening, first performance

It was actually in Huairen Hall. Lin Weimin couldn't do it even if he wanted to support his little girlfriend.

Then he went to the People's Hall for a special performance. He went to places that Lin Weimin couldn't enter. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to have a few private meetings, but he didn't give him a chance.

Tao Huimin took the time to call Lin Weimin, and her tone on the phone was extremely excited.

On the morning when she called, the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe had just been received by the leadership at an important state place. For literary and artistic workers of this era, this was already the highest courtesy, so Xiaobaihua couldn't help but be excited.

"Then I'm not good enough for you this time!"

Lin Weimin has won several national awards, but he has never been interviewed by leaders at the first and second levels. It seems that the Literary and Art Association is still not good enough!

"What nonsense are you talking about? The leader is just an interviewer, we are still ordinary actors..." She said in a shy tone, "Actually... you are much better than me!"

Lin Weimin liked hearing this and asked his girlfriend to talk more, but she hung up the phone.

Lin Weimin came out of Qin Chaoyang's office, returned to the editorial office, and continued to read the newly launched "Literary and Art Newspaper".

Since its resumption in 1978, "Literary News" was first a monthly publication, then a semi-monthly publication, and it was not until last year that it became a monthly publication.

The "Literary Newspaper" in Lin Weimin's hands has just been launched. The article Lin Weimin wrote in response to the invitation of "Literary Newspaper" two years ago is being published in the "Seminar" column of this issue - "Our Literary Creation" We need a hundred flowers to bloom”.

In the article, Lin Weimin first elaborated on the historical reasons for the formation of the current domestic literary creation environment and current trends, and then talked about "Contemporary" as a domestic first-line literary magazine's views on these phenomena and trends and its corresponding actions. Finally, he gave a high-level view. He advocated that all major literary newspapers and periodicals should open their arms and embrace all rivers.

In the article, he also took out the first issue of "Contemporary" this year to give his own explanation. Although it may be suspected of boasting, the achievements and repercussions of the first issue are placed there, and others cannot refute it even if they want to.

Rong Shihui had also just finished reading the "Literary News" and said in a joking tone: "Weimin will be in the limelight now!"

Liu Yin said: "It's certain to be in the limelight, and it's certain to be scolded."

As she said this, she laughed happily.

If you look at Lin Weimin's article published in "Literary News" from the perspective of later generations, it is absolutely correct no matter how you look at it.

But at this point in 1983, this was not necessarily the case.

After the turmoil of the past few years, domestic public opinion and creative trends seem to be moving towards openness and tolerance, but in fact the garbage of history cannot be swept away so easily.

On the premise that Lu Yao's "Thrilling Scene" is of good quality, why can't it be published despite being submitted to several publications?

Why was Xu Jingya so criticized after the publication of "The Rising Poetry Group" for Mengyu Poetry, that he even published a self-criticism article in the People's Daily a few years later.

Why are the avant-garde works created by young authors headed by Yu Hua and others given to some editors such comments as "not a novel"? Such comments are even worse than "shit" Even more so, because it fundamentally denies your creation.

Lin Weimin's piece "Our Literary Creation Needs a Hundred Flowers to Bloom" has a high-pitched tone. At first glance, I felt that this person can really talk big and sing high-key.

But as long as they understand Lin Weimin's identity and the content of the first issue of "Contemporary" this year, these people will know that Lin Weimin and "Contemporary" are interpreting their ideas with practical actions.

Literary creation should allow a hundred flowers to bloom.

While Lin Weimin was flipping through this issue of "Literary News", this fresh publication was also placed in front of countless readers across the country.

There are those who are conservative in thinking and sneer at his eloquent words; there are those who are moderate and peaceful, looking at the words in the publications and pondering for a long time; and there are also those who are just like the rising sun, who are overjoyed when they see Lin Weimin's words, as if they have found a guiding light.

The article "Our literary creation needs a hundred flowers to bloom" published in the second issue of "Literary News" in 1983 is destined to cause an uproar in the domestic literary world and among the majority of literature lovers.

But for the time being, this kind of wave cannot touch Lin Weimin.

After flipping through this issue of "Literary News", Lin Weimin focused his attention on letters from readers.

The legacy of the first issue in 1983 is still raging, and letters from readers have piled up in the mailroom during the Spring Festival holiday.

Just picking out the letters sent by readers to the author of this issue took up a large part of the editorial department's energy. Lin Weimin scratched his head anxiously in the face of tens of thousands of letters.

"Leader | Recruit people!" He ran to Meng Weizai's office to offer advice.

Meng Weizai spat out a mouthful of tea foam and said, "You just hire people as you say. Do you think our editorial department is a street restaurant?"

Lin Weimin felt that Lao Meng's words were a bit inappropriate. These days, restaurants are all state-owned, so you can't just go in if you want.

"I mean get some volunteers."

Meng Weizai became interested when he heard this new vocabulary, "Why are we looking for volunteers? We are not a charity?"

"The euphemistic name is 'volunteers', but they are actually temporary workers. There are too many chores in the office. Everyone is so busy at work, and it takes a lot of time just to deal with these chores every day.

As you know, in just over a month since the first issue was launched, the number of submissions to our publication has tripled compared to before. "

Teacher Lin is now a great writer, but at the same time he has an official status.

When I became an official, my heart became dark!

Meng Weizai couldn't imagine where Lin Weimin's weird ideas came from. At first he thought they were extremely unorthodox, but after thinking about them carefully, it seemed that he could actually carry them out.

"How should we recruit this person?" Meng Weizai pulled Lin Weimin to sit on the sofa and consulted in detail.

"Looking for college students! There are many college students these days who are not literary youths. If they hear that our "Contemporary" is recruiting volunteers, they will probably have to bring their own dry food."

Meng Weizai waved his hand and said, "That's not okay. It's not just asking people to work for nothing, but why should they also prepare their own dry food?"

"Leader, I'm just describing their mood. How can we not give them money? Isn't that more ruthless than Huang Shiren?"

"Then how is this treatment calculated?"

"Subsidy is calculated on a daily basis. Aren't we giving two yuan a day to those who revise manuscripts? A yuan a day is enough for these college students. Young people are easy to ignore... They are all good comrades with culture and ideals. This is also It’s a contribution to the literary cause of our great motherland!”

Listening to Lin Weimin's increasingly outrageous words, Meng Weizai really wanted to give him a kick, but after all, this guy wanted to worry the editor, so Lao Meng decided to endure it for the time being.

Lin Weimin looked at Meng Weizai without responding for a long time, and couldn't help but asked: "Leader | Leader, what do you think of my idea?"