1980 My literary era

Any hot topic has its moments of silence. The discussion and sensation caused by the first issue of "Contemporary" in 1983 and Lin Weimin's article "Our literary creation needs a hundred flowers to bloom" gradually subsided after the initial fierce fire. But the impact and effects are lasting.

It took two months for the sales of the first issue to exceed 1.8 million copies, and this number is still increasing at a gentle rate. It is expected that it will only be a matter of time before it exceeds 2 million copies.

Zhu Changsheng from the editorial department was bored on the weekend and squatted curiously next to a newsstand, wanting to see how many "Contemporary Times" a newsstand like this could sell in a day.

He squatted for a day and got a number, 14 books.

There are nearly a hundred newsstands like this in Yanjing City. In other words, the newsstands in Yanjing City alone can sell one or two thousand copies of "Contemporary" every day, not to mention there are bookstores and post offices. .

Zhu Changsheng knew that as the capital, Yanjing must have a larger cultural audience than other places, but even this was terrifying, as it was just a city.

Zhu Changsheng also observed a phenomenon, that is, mostly young people buy magazines. As evening approached, Zhu Changsheng saw a boy buying several copies of "Contemporary".

He chased after him curiously, "Comrade, why did you buy so many "Contemporary" books?"

The boy asked warily: "What do you do?"

Zhu Changsheng smiled, took out his work permit, and introduced himself.

The boy's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he explained enthusiastically: "I prepared this book for the reading corner."

"Oh, it turns out I'm doing shopping for the class."

The boy said, "I'm not doing shopping for the class. I'm buying magazines and donating them to the class reading corner."

The price of "Contemporary" is not cheap, only one yuan.

The young man opened his mouth and said that he wanted to donate, what a family!

After a detailed chat, Zhu Changsheng found out that the young man's name was Zhang Jianjun, and he had always liked Lin Weimin's novels. He had actually bought and read this issue of "Contemporary" a long time ago.

Now that he has just entered college and has recently started school, he bought these "Contemporary" books purely to support Lin Weimin. He plans to donate these "Contemporary" books to the reading corners of several classes in his department so that everyone can see "Contemporary" 》.

After Zhu Changsheng learned the inside story, he didn't know how to evaluate Zhang Jianjun's behavior. He could only smile and praise: "Classmate, you are really thoughtful!"

Zhang Jianjun said: "It's all to support "Contemporary" and Teacher Lin. The students in our reading club particularly agree with the article written by Teacher Lin in "Literary News". Literature should not have so many rules and regulations. The new era Literary creation must have the look of the new era. If you stick to your own broken rules all day long, you will be swept into the garbage dump of history sooner or later. Those old... academics still have the nerve to criticize Teacher Lin. Teacher Lin’s contribution to the literary world Much more than them..."

Zhu Changsheng finally understood that Zhang Jianjun was really an avid reader of Lin Weimin. He never left Lin Weimin in his words. He was obviously very dissatisfied with the criticism of Lin Weimin in the recent big discussion.

"Classmates, classmates, don't get excited, most people are very supportive of Teacher Lin."

Zhang Jianjun nodded, "That's right! How many good things has Teacher Lin done for the literary world? You may not know that among the students around me, many of them were literature lovers before, but their works were submitted for submission and selected. It’s all a matter of style, values, and narrative structure, and many people are so discouraged that they stop writing.

As long as those editors have a little bit of Teacher Lin's patience, responsibility, openness and dedication, it will be fine. Now our classmates are encouraged by Teacher Lin, and some of them have picked up the pen again. We all have made an appointment to submit our articles to " Contemporary". "

Zhu Changsheng listened to Zhang Jianjun's ramble and thought to himself, is there a possibility that your writing is too bad?

He would definitely not dare to ask this. Young man is so energetic!

When he heard Zhang Jianjun finally say that all their submissions would be submitted to "Contemporary", he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. No wonder the number of recent submissions was soaring.

It's all due to the popularity of the first issue and Lin Weimin's bad mouth. It's really not that Zhu Changsheng doesn't care about his job. It's actually that the workload of the editorial department is increasing day by day, and everyone is almost busy to death.

Of course, Zhu Changsheng dared to complain in his heart.

The increase in the number of submissions is a sign that the publication is thriving and developing vigorously. It is not too late for everyone to be happy. This is political correctness, so we must be firm and unswerving!

After getting the information he wanted to know, Zhu Changsheng said hello to Zhang Jianjun and left, acting seasonedly like a regular customer.

But Zhang Jianjun grabbed him and said, "What the hell, I wish Teacher..."

"Anything else?"

"It's fate that I met you today. Please see if you can give a message to Teacher Lin. I would like to invite Teacher Lin to give a speech in our school."

"this……"

Zhu Changsheng hesitated for a moment and asked, "I think it might be better if you take the initiative to invite us."

Zhang Jianjun was a little unsure, "Is it possible? I'm afraid that Teacher Lin is too busy at work."

Zhu Changsheng said: "You must be busy when you are busy for the people. He usually ignores seminars, symposiums, pen meetings, and interviews. But you college students are different. You can find a few more classmates to go to our club..."

Zhu Changsheng whispered in Zhang Jianjun's ear for a long time, and Zhang Jianjun's eyes gleamed.

I had great luck today, so I asked the right person!

"Thank you so much, Teacher Zhu!"

Zhu Changsheng patted Zhang Jianjun on the shoulder, "Why are you so polite? If I can be liked by young people like you, I will be very happy for the people."

"Um!"

It's Saturday afternoon again. Usually at this time, the editorial department of "Contemporary" should be free to fish.

But things are different now. Everyone is still working hard. Thousands of manuscripts are submitted from all over the country every day. The first review alone is enough to make everyone's scalp numb.

Liu Yin looked at the manuscript with a sigh, and glanced at Lin Weimin from time to time, making a silent protest.

If she had known that this was the case, she would have stopped Lin Weimin from writing that article for "Literary News". But now it is better. From the first issue to the launch of the big discussion, the number of submissions has been increasing day by day. There is still no sign of slowing down and this trend is disappointing.

Everyone is dedicated to their work, but the intensity of labor is really suffocating.

Perhaps sensing the oppressive atmosphere in the office, Lin Weimin stood up and raised his head, "Hey, it's almost five o'clock."

Everyone looked at him. It was different when he became a leader. They would all be at a loss for words.

"Look at the looks in your eyes. It's work! There are always busy times and free times.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and I happen to have some tickets for Renyi, so everyone can take their families to relax. "

Lin Weimin distributed the tickets to everyone, and the atmosphere in the office relaxed. Yao Shuzhi said quietly: "Finally you have some conscience."

"After taking the ticket, there are so many weird words, do you want it? Don't bring it!"

Yao Shuzhi quickly put the drama tickets into her pocket, "You still need to get back the things you gave away? Your tickets won't go to the editorial department's account, right?"

Lin Weimin said helplessly: "After all, I have written so many plays for Renyi. How many tickets do I have to pay for? These are all benefits from others. Next month Renyi will have "Horse Trapper"! "

"So fast? It hasn't been a few months since your novel was published?" Everyone asked in surprise.

Lin Weimin said: "The changes to the script were small and the rehearsal progress was fast. Before the manuscript was published, I asked the artist to work on the script first."

"No wonder!"

"Okay, let's pack up and get ready for get off work. Let's go relax in the evening." Rong Shihui got up and packed his things.

With the first move, everyone saw that the time was almost up and they were all ready to get off work.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

A mature face that did not match his age and a broken voice appeared in the editorial office again.

"Hey, all the teachers are here. Are you busy?"

Jiang Wen walked in and nodded and bowed to everyone in the office.

Everyone looked familiar to him, but couldn't remember it for a moment. Lin Weimin said at this time: "What's the matter? Is your "Farewell My Concubine" ready?"

When Jiang Wen saw that Lin Weimin still remembered him, his face was filled with smiles.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, for remembering me. I just arranged it. No, I would like to invite you to our school over the weekend to help guide us."

Following his words, everyone finally recalled, wasn't it more than half a year ago that he came to the editorial office to play the role of Cheng Dieyi, a drama school student?

Everyone couldn't help but have a somewhat relaxed smile on their faces. Lin Weimin was so pestered by him at that time that he authorized them to rehearse "Farewell My Concubine" and let him perform it however he wanted.

I didn't expect this kid to actually do this.

Everyone doesn't know whether to say that he has no self-awareness or to praise him for his artistic pursuits. He is really persistent.

"I said your efficiency is not very high!" Lin Weimin said to Jiang Wen in a casual tone.

Jiang Wen has a smooth character. Seeing that Lin Weimin is friendly and easy-going, he becomes even more unrestrained.

"Don't mention it. We are in school. We have to attend classes every day and hand in homework. We have to rush into the evenings and weekends to rehearse your play. Now it will be done quickly."

Jiang Wen complained about the hard work.

"So I still have to thank you?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"How can I do that? I have to thank you. Didn't I come here to treat you specially today? Teacher Lin, if you have nothing to do this weekend, just give me a reward?" Jiang Wen asked with a playful smile.

Lin Weimin was really fine on the weekend. His girlfriend had already gone to Changchun to perform.

"Okay, I really want to see how your boy Cheng Dieyi plays?"

Jiang Wen's goal was achieved, and his face was full of smiles. It really made people wonder if he had tampered with his age when he took the exam.

After talking about this matter, he saw that the editorial department was about to get off work, so he wisely prepared to leave. When he reached the door, he was blocked by a tall and thick figure.

"Are you the only one who wants to play Cheng Dieyi?"