1980 My literary era

In the street restaurant, Leng Jiefang looked sad.

This time, he specifically asked for leave from his work unit and came to Yanjing just to provide suggestions for CCTV's filming of "Dream of Red Mansions", but he did not expect such a result.

Lin Weimin's comfort made him feel a lot better. If he really couldn't think of anything, he should just write to CCTV.

But he saw Lin Weimin, who had just picked up the information in his bag and looked through it, shaking a manuscript paper and asking with excitement: "Did you write this?"

Leng Jiefang looked at the scraped manuscript paper and nodded.

"Your name is Leng Jiefang?"

"Yeah." Leng Jiefang was puzzled. Didn't he just pass his name? Why are you still asking?

"Where's the pen name? Do you have a pen name?" Lin Weimin asked.

Leng Jiefang shook his head. He didn't have a pen name. He even used his real name when publishing articles in the Red Society Journal.

Seeing him shaking his head in denial, Lin Weimin was confused.

"No pen name? Why don't you have a pen name?"

Leng Jiefang was even more puzzled. Why did he have to have a pen name?

"Teacher Lin, what exactly do you mean?"

Seeing Leng Jiefang's face with a bit of suspicion, Lin Weimin could only temporarily suppress the eagerness in his heart and said: "It's nothing. I just think your novel is well written. I think it's not finished yet?"

Leng Jiefang nodded and said, "It's not finished yet."

"Why did you think of writing a novel on this subject? This is a bit unusual!" Lin Weimin asked with interest.

Leng Jiefang explained: "Speaking of this, I have to mention that I went to the Red Studies Conference in Shanghai last year. At that time, I was invited by Mr. Feng to attend the Red Studies Conference and got to know many seniors who studied Red Studies. I felt a lot benefited from communicating with everyone. shallow.

Later, when chatting with the teachers, they talked about the three generations of emperors from Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong involved in the story of "Dream of Red Mansions".

You also know that when we study the Red Mansions, it is indispensable to study the third dynasty of the Qing Dynasty.

The teachers all felt a little regretful that there were no literary works describing Kangxi, a talented and strategic emperor in the domestic literary world.

At that time, I secretly held back some energy in my heart. Since no one is writing, I will write it!

Anyway, few people have touched on this field and subject matter, so even if the writing is not good, it is not a shame. "

Having said this, Leng Jiefang showed a smile on his honest face and asked: "Mr. Lin, I wrote this novel behind closed doors and never asked anyone for advice. What did you think of the writing after you read it just now?

Lin Weimin looked seriously at Lin Jiefang's honest face again, and solemnly said: "It's very well written!"

Leng Jiefang said in surprise: "Really?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Of course it's true, there's no need to joke about this kind of thing."

He then asked: "I think this novel starts with Emperor Shunzhi suddenly becoming a monk and Kangxi ascending the throne at the age of eight, and gradually leads to the plot of eliminating Ao, Bai, and the three vassals. Could it be that he is trying to describe all the achievements of Emperor Kangxi in his life?" come out?"

Leng Jiefang had a shy look on his face, "Are you a little too arrogant?"

Lin Weimin shook his head and said: "How could it be? You must have such ambition to write!"

Leng Jiefang blushed a little when he was praised by Lin Weimin, "But I have no writing experience. I'm just a blind man groping for an elephant."

"Hahaha!" Lin Weimin laughed heartily and said, "I think you, a blind man, can touch it very well!"

Leng Jiefang was still a little unsure, "Is it really good?"

"Comrade Jiefang, I'm going to talk about you. People praise you for your kindness, how can you always be so suspicious of others?" Lin Weimin pretended to be unhappy.

Leng Jiefang waved his hands hurriedly, "Teacher Lin, I didn't mean that..."

Lin Weimin calmed down his expression and smiled: "I know, I'm just kidding you. Don't be so unsure. If your novel is good, it's good, and if it's not, it's bad. Do I need to go out of my way to deceive you?"

Leng Jiefang shook his head quickly, "Of course not."

"So, what do you have to question?" Lin Weimin said, spreading his hands.

"I just can't believe it!" Leng Jiefang said.

"Haha!" Lin Weimin laughed kindly and changed the subject: "Which journal do you plan to publish this novel in?"

A look of confusion flashed across Leng Jiefang's face, "Publish? I haven't thought about it. I haven't finished writing this novel yet, so I don't know if I am qualified to publish it."

"I'm qualified, of course I'm qualified!" Lin Weimin laughed, looked into Leng Jiefang's eyes, and said, "Let's publish it in our "Contemporary" magazine."

"Ah!" Leng Jiefang let out a short cry, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Published in "Contemporary"?"

Lin Weimin was very satisfied with his reaction, "Not bad!"

"This, this, this..." Leng Jiefang was so excited that he stood up and paced back and forth in the hotel.

"Don't just spin around in circles, can you give me a nice word?" Lin Weimin waited for him for two minutes. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he asked again.

Leng Jiefang finally stopped. After suppressing his inner excitement and ecstasy, he regained some sense.

"Teacher Lin, I haven't finished writing this novel yet, and I don't know what level it will be in the end!"

"It doesn't matter, I have to finish writing before posting!"

Leng Jiefang couldn't believe Lin Weimin's reasonableness.

"Is it really possible?"

"What's wrong? As long as the quality of the manuscript passes the standard, nothing is a problem."

After repeated confirmation, Leng Jiefang finally believed it.

Lin Weimin pulled him to sit down again and asked about the process and planning of the novel creation.

After learning that his novel planned to contain four volumes, "Seizing the Palace" is only the first volume.

Lin Weimin felt relieved, this was right!

Teacher Lin once again showed a smiling expression on his face and asked: "Comrade Jiefang, I think this manuscript is almost complete, right?"

Leng Jiefang was not aware of the environment he was in, so he answered honestly: "There is still a small part left. This is just the first draft. Revision is a big project. There are many historical materials that I haven't checked clearly yet."

"When it comes to Qing historical materials, there is no place more comprehensive than Yanjing. I think your trip to Beijing this time is for nothing. Why don't you stay here for a few days and check out the materials?"

Searching for information in this era is not like that of later generations. Just type a few words on the computer and search. Most of the time, the information required for writing is a tedious task that leaves the creator scratching his head.

Lin Weimin's proposal made Leng Jiefang's eyes light up.

Yes, I can't get involved with "A Dream of Red Mansions" anyway, so I might as well put all my energy into the novel.

This time he went out and took more than a week's leave from his work. It was a waste to go back like this.

But……

Seeing Leng Jiefang's troubled face, Lin Weimin asked, "Is there any difficulty?"

"Teacher Lin, your idea is a good one, but I don't have a place to stay in Yanjing!"

Just waiting for your words!

"Come to our unit!" Lin Weimin said without hesitation.

Leng Jiefang looked at Lin Weimin unexpectedly, what do you mean? Why are you going to your unit?

Lin Weimin explained: "You may not know that our unit has a guest house specifically for writers from other places who come to Beijing to revise their manuscripts."

Leng Jiefang was a little embarrassed and said: "Teacher Lin, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to go, right? I'm checking information for myself..."

"Why is it inappropriate? Aren't you looking for information to write a novel better? Aren't you almost done with the novel? Now it's mainly to find information and enrich the content of the novel, which is also a revision!"

this……

Leng Jiefang was a little moved. What kind of revision? He knew that Teacher Lin was giving him the green light!

"How is it?" Lin Weimin asked again when he saw that he was silent.

"Thank you so much, Teacher Lin!" Leng Jiefang said with gratitude.

"Hey, why are you so polite? I'm doing this to enable you to create better. Aren't you going to publish your works in "Contemporary" after you finish them?"

Leng Jiefang now feels like a scholar would die for his confidant. He is a little-known literary enthusiast who has never published a decent novel before and has only published two research articles in the journal of the Red Society, which is not well-known.

But he received such great love from a great writer like Mr. Lin that before he even finished the novel, he sincerely invited him to publish it in "Contemporary" and even found him a place to live.

So touching!

"By the way, I forgot to tell you. You come to our unit to revise the manuscript and enjoy cadre treatment, and you will also get a subsidy of two yuan a day." Lin Weimin said.

There is still money?

Leng Jiefang was even more moved!

The subsidy of two yuan a day is enough to cover my salary at work.

Teacher Lin, what a good person!

"By the way, Jiefang, you don't have a pen name yet, right?" Lin Weimin suddenly asked.

Leng Jiefang looked confused. Why did he mention his pen name?

"No."

"I'm about to publish a novel, so I can't have a pen name. How about I give you one?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Faced with Teacher Lin's "good intentions", Lin Jiefang was extremely moved.

"That's great!"

"Yeah!" Lin Weimin was very satisfied with his attitude.

After pondering for a moment, Teacher Lin squinted his eyes slightly. The old god was there, as if he were an expert from this world, and then he slowly spoke.

"You call it Leng Jiefang. Leng means cold. Jiefang comes from the "Essential Art of Qi Min: An Pomegranate": In mid-October, wrap it with cattails, and in early February it will be liberated. In February, the cold winter is about to pass, The river thaws and everything revives.

Why not, just call it February River! "