1980 My literary era

Jin Ying stepped forward carelessly to defend Huang Anyi, but she was a little embarrassed beside her and took Jin Ying's hand to tell her to stop talking.

Lin Weimin can roughly understand the source of the estrangement between Huang Anyi and Mo Yan. Their completely different backgrounds and experiences have caused great differences in their thinking.

This difference is difficult to see in daily communication, but when talking about someone's work, another person's unintentional words may sound very harsh.

"We are all young people. It would be nice if we got to know each other more. Mo Yan is a bit arrogant. Don't find fault with other people's works right away!" Lin Weimin said.

Although Mo Yan behaved like a primary school student in front of Lin Weimin, it was entirely out of respect and admiration for Lin Weimin.

Huang Anyi nodded, knowing that what she just said unintentionally had a bit of a connotation, and it was indeed inappropriate to make such a joke when she was not so familiar with him.

As the group chatted, it was getting dark and they returned to the hotel to have dinner.

Lin Weimin planned to go out to eat, but was stopped by Cheng Zhongshi.

This honest and talkative man has a low presence among the writers who come to the PEN conference. He rarely gathers with everyone, and rarely talks loudly. Most of the time, he sits quietly in the corner with a cigarette in his hand and listens. Others have their say.

One of the biggest benefits of the PEN Club is that most writers hang out together day and night, and everyone has enough time and energy to communicate together. Even if you are a boring gourd, you will always come across a topic that interests you. Cheng Zhongshi today That's it.

He is a native of Shaanxi and started working at a young age. His writing in recent years has been concentrated in the field of short stories and short stories.

As he gets older, he gradually develops an anxiety in his heart, that is, he has not even written a novel so far.

Lin Weimin went to his house last year to request a manuscript, and during the conversation, he stirred the seed in his heart that was ready to move.

After such a long period of thinking and deliberation, the seed is sprouting little by little.

Cheng Zhongshi listened to a lot in the seminar that day, but still felt that it was not thorough enough. He also thought a lot in the past few days and found that he indeed lacked a lot in the writing experience of full-length novels.

Lin Weimin was his editor-in-chief and the person he was most familiar with during this event. He was the first person Cheng Zhongshi thought of.

In addition, the most important thing is that Cheng Zhongshi has never seen anyone with the ability of Lin Weimin - he can work in the field of medium-length novels with different themes, and his creation seems to have no upper limit.

Next to the balcony of the room, Cheng Zhongshi and Lu Yao lived in the same room. Both were from Shaanxi. Lu Yao was smoking a cigarette and writing and drawing at his desk.

Lin Weimin thought for a while after listening to Cheng Zhongshi's thoughts and troubles.

"Actually, this problem requires you to cross the hurdle in your heart. No one is born with the ability to write long novels. You have written a lot of novellas, and there are many excellent examples among them.

"Mr. Blue Robe" that I mentioned in the previous meeting is very good. Also, I remember that you published the first short story called "After the Succession". That novel actually has the foundation to be expanded into a full-length novel.

The life experience you have accumulated by working in rural areas for a long time is a huge asset. I think this is a good breakthrough point.

Rich material is a source of inspiration for writers.

I have always believed in your creative ability, so don’t take this matter too hard. "

Lin Weimin's gentle words made Cheng Zhongshi feel more at ease. He was even more moved that Lin Weimin had actually read the short stories he published many years ago. Given Lin Weimin's age, it was impossible for him to have read them when he was a child. He must have been responsible for it later. I read it after reading his manuscript.

Lin Weimin asked: "You just said you wanted to write a long novel, do you have any ideas now?"

Cheng Zhongshi hesitated and said: "There is some idea."

"Let's talk and listen." Lin Weimin became interested.

"Do you still have to give it to me when you came to compile the manuscript last time?"

"remember!"

"There used to be an old patriarch in our village. He was tall and had a straight waist."

"I remember, I remember."

"I plan to use him as the prototype for this story, and my hometown Bailuyuan as the prototype, decades ago..."

Cheng Zhongshi, who has always been taciturn, can also become a eloquent person when he tells the stories in his heart.

Lin Weimin focused all his energy on him. The stories told by Cheng Zhongshi were long-lasting and deep, like a jar of old wine, making people intoxicated without even realizing it.

When Lin Weimin came to his senses, he realized that Lu Yao, who was sitting at the desk, ran to him at some point.

"Lao Cheng's story is really good!" Lu Yao praised.

Lin Weimin nodded in agreement. He had read various versions of this story more than once in later generations, but today he still had a different feeling when he heard it from the original author.

He looked at Cheng Zhongshi and sighed: "This novel of yours is a big project!"

Cheng Zhongshi sighed, "It is indeed a big project, that's why I'm worried!"

"I'm so worried! If the writing is not good, then it will be corrected. If the correction is not good, then it will be overturned and rewritten. Didn't you say that you want to use this novel as a stepping stone? You don't have any courage at all?"

Cheng Zhongshi flashed a bit of embarrassment when Lin Weimin said that, and then he felt a sense of pride in his heart.

you do not say!

This is a work that I want to take into the coffin. So what if it’s not well written? The worst I can do is do it again, and I’ll be stuck with it for the rest of my life!

"For the people, you are right, this is what you should do!"

With this decision and awareness, Cheng Zhongshi's expression became firm, and an indomitable momentum appeared on his face full of ravines.

"Brother, that's awesome!" Lu Yao praised.

With Cheng Zhongshi's confidence strengthened, Lin Weimin discussed with him the details of the novel he was about to create.

Later, Lin Weimin watched several versions of the film and television adaptation of this glorious epic, and asked himself that he knew the work fairly well, but as he chatted, he discovered that the reference he could give Cheng Zhongshi was too limited.

When it comes to the handling of characters, conflict settings, and structural conception in novel writing, there is still a big gap between Cheng Zhongshi and Lin Weimin.

But the novel he wants to write is very special. It does not need any exquisite or unique design, because the land that gave birth to Cheng Zhongzhong has already buried all the ups and downs that have happened in the world for more than a hundred years in the deepest place until a certain day. Those who are willing to dig them all out.

Realizing this situation, Lin Weimin smacked his lips and said, "I won't give you random advice. The story is all in your heart, so you can write it boldly. If there is anything you can't figure out, let's discuss it again."

Cheng Zhongshi nodded. With Lin Weimin's encouragement today, his heart was filled with creative motivation and desire.

Lu Yao said in an envious tone at this time: "I really envy you, Brother Cheng!"

Cheng Zhongshi smiled and asked: "Is there anything I can envy? Speaking of which, I should envy you."

In his early thirties, Lu Yao had already written a work like "Life" that was popular all over the country. He was famous all over the country.

In contrast, Cheng Zhongshi, who is over 40 years old, has been writing for more than 20 years. He has published countless short stories and novellas, but there are very few works that have a certain influence. Until this year, he published in "Contemporary" It took two consecutive novellas "Kang's Courtyard" and "Early Summer" to get better.

Looking at Lu Yao like this, it can indeed be said that he is envious.

"If you want to say that, serving the people is the most enviable!" Lu Yao turned his attention to Lin Weimin.

Cheng Zhongshi also cast his gaze almost at the same time.

Looking at Lin Weimin in his prime, Cheng Zhongshi couldn't help but sigh.

The day is perfect!

It is indeed enviable!

The three of them talked in the room late at night before Lin Weimin left.

After he left, Lu Yao couldn't sleep. He sat at the desk and smoked cigarettes one by one. He was stimulated by Cheng Zhongshi today.

A man sits at a desk, writing and drawing.

The desk lamp in the room stayed on until late at night.

The next morning, we had breakfast.

Lin Weimin planned to take everyone to visit YT City. When he called people, Lu Yao was still sleeping soundly.

"Coward!"

After staying with Cheng Zhongshi for a long time, Lin Weimin now has a few words of Shaanxi dialect popping up in his mouth from time to time.

Yantai is a coastal city with humid air, mild climate, and distinct four seasons throughout the year. However, it does not suffer from severe cold in winter or scorching heat in summer. It is a good place to live.

The editors and writers of "Contemporary" stayed here for just a few days and have gradually fallen in love with it.

Everyone always goes out in groups and likes to walk through the streets and alleys. Occasionally, they will eat a bite of stewed rice at a stall under a big tree, which is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It is burnt and moist, and paired with the spicy soup. , as soon as it enters the mouth, saliva comes out.

They would go to Yuhuangding Park and compete to climb several times back and forth. The person who climbed the fastest would get the right to sit next to the driver on the return trip. Yuhuangding Park has beautiful scenery, with lush trees and ancient pavilions and pavilions set among them.

Changchun Lake, named after Changchun real person Qiu Chuji, has not yet been developed into a tourist resort. When you come here, you can take a walk by the lake until you are tired.

Inviting friends and company can always amplify simple happiness many times.

During the day, we wandered around the streets and alleys, and in the evening, Dongshan Hotel became everyone's home.

Some editors will invite authors they are familiar with to chat about creative ideas, some writers will hold a book in their hands and share their experiences with everyone, some will gather together to discuss novel creation, and some who are not doing their jobs will invite everyone to talk. Spread all kinds of trendy information.

There is a lot more culture in Dongshan Hotel in July.

In this atmosphere, Lin Weimin's latest work "Lover" was completed.

He wrote the last word on the letter paper with a bit of sadness in his heart.

After putting down the pen, he stood up and came to the balcony.

In midsummer, the windows of every room in the hotel are open, and the sound is noisy, as if everyone is talking freely.

Everyone is in a relaxed, happy and free atmosphere. For creators, there is no better environment than this.

For Lin Weimin, the organizer, this is a matter of great achievement.

Two updates today. Except for me, the whole family has been destroyed. Even if we can’t escape the new coronavirus, the flu can’t escape either, alas.