1980 My literary era

A splitting headache and a dry mouth.

Lin Weimin wondered if he had traveled through time again.

I touched around me. Well, if there is no warm fragrant nephrite, then I probably haven't traveled through time.

Open your eyes, you see the ceiling, look around, it should be a dormitory, it looks like a tube building.

Lin Weimin's memory goes back to before he lost consciousness. By the way, he was drinking with Ren Hao. He was so busy at work, and he didn't know where he got the urge to drink. He kept drinking on his own, and he couldn't do it without drinking.

There was a thermos bottle next to the bed. Lin Weimin found a bowl and poured himself a bowl of water. After drinking it, he finally felt a little energetic.

My mind continued to replay what happened yesterday.

By the way, Zhuang Zhuang is here too, so it seems that Zhuang Zhuang was the one who sent me to the dormitory.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time. It was almost eight o'clock.

Today is Monday, I have to go to work.

There was no time to think of anything else, so I hurried out.

He almost bumped into a man who was holding a steamed bun in one hand and porridge in the other. When he saw Lin Weimin's face clearly, he couldn't help but scream.

"Lin Weimin!"

Lin Weimin looked at it intently. There was a hint of naivety in his gentle manner, and he looked a bit familiar.

I remembered, Liang Xiaosheng.

We met last year at the National Outstanding Short Story Award Conference, and his story "This is a Magical Land" won the award for Outstanding Short Story.

Lin Weimin reached out his hand enthusiastically, but found that he had no hand to hold, so he smiled and retracted his hand.

"Why are you here?"

Liang Xiaosheng said: "This is my unit's dormitory!"

"You are from Yanying Factory!"

Lin Weimin and Liang Xiaosheng were just acquaintances and didn't know much about him.

"What are you..." Liang Xiaosheng asked looking at Lin Weimin's somewhat sloppy appearance.

"Don't mention it. "Latent" was shot in the studio of Qianmen Factory. I came over to take a look, but the director invited me to dinner, drank too much, and slept in the dormitory all night."

Liang Xiaosheng nodded clearly. Seeing Lin Weimin's appearance, he must have not eaten, so he invited: "Would you like to eat some of the breakfast I just made?"

"No need..." Lin Weimin was about to refuse, but his stomach made an unsatisfactory sound.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Lin Weimin said, "Then eat something!"

Liang Xiaosheng's dormitory is on the dark side of Tongzi Building. It has the same layout as the dormitory where Lin Weimin lived last night, with only a dozen square meters.

Not only did Liang Xiaosheng live in the dormitory, but his wife Jiao Dan, who had just been married for a short time, also lived there. Lin Weimin nodded to him a little embarrassed, "Excuse me!"

"it's okay no problem!"

When Jiao Dan heard Liang Xiaosheng introduce Lin Weimin, a smile bloomed on her face. She had also read many Lin Weimin's novels.

Although my husband also writes novels and is relatively well-known, there is still a big gap between him and Lin Weimin, an already famous writer.

Breakfast is very simple, including porridge, steamed buns and pickles.

Perhaps because he drank too much last night, Lin Weimin felt particularly delicious when he got up early to drink porridge and eat steamed buns.

The breakfast for Liang Xiaosheng and his wife was originally for two people, but with the addition of Lin Weimin, the three of them didn't have enough to eat, which made Lin Weimin even more embarrassed.

After dinner, Jiao Dan went to wash the dishes. As soon as he finished eating at someone else's house, Lin Weimin was too embarrassed to leave immediately and chatted with Liang Xiaosheng for a few words.

Liang Xiaosheng is now the editor of Yanying Studio. His daily work is very relaxed and his time is relatively casual.

This is the norm for many cultural units in this era. On the contrary, for a popular publication like "Contemporary", there is no possibility of laziness.

No way, too busy.

After chatting for a while, Lin Weimin asked, "Has Xiaosheng written any new works recently?"

Liang Xiaosheng said honestly: "I am writing a movie in my hand and just finished it."

"Oh?" Lin Weimin suddenly became interested, "Which publication have you agreed to?"

Liang Xiaosheng shook his head, "Not yet, I want to revise it, and then show it to people after the revision is completed."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "So many publications are eager to get your manuscript!"

Liang Xiaosheng took out the manuscript. Now Lin Weimin was no longer anxious and sat on the stool next to their dining table to read.

Liang Xiaosheng started his career by writing scar literature. To be more precise, his works should be educated youth literature.

Different from the hysterical and obsessive indictment of the past era in many scar literature of this era, although Liang Xiaosheng's works also talk about the life of educated youth, they are less cold and gloomy criticism and more positive and optimistic praise.

Among the scar literature works that are full of negative energy, his style is unique.

The same is true for the novella "There's a Blizzard Tonight". The heroine of the novel, Pei Xiaoyun, was born an unfortunate person. Her mother died after giving birth to her, and her father was persecuted to death.

But this misfortune did not defeat her. She had low self-esteem but was stubborn. Marching in a hurry on a snowy night, she would rather freeze her feet than retreat behind.

To set up a combat readiness unit, she wrote the application form with blood on her finger: "I want a gun."

With the road ahead of her to go abroad and inherit her relatives' inheritance, she resolutely chose to stay in Beidahuang.

The night of the snowstorm was Pei Xiaoyun's twenty-fifth birthday, and she stood guard as a soldier for the first time. A blizzard came along with severe cold. Everyone knew that there was a blizzard tonight, and everyone felt that she should have evacuated.

However, when the blizzard passed, what they saw was the sentry post standing like the tall "Coordinate No. 6". Pei Xiaoyun died heroically on the night of the blizzard.

Lin Weimin felt a little heavy after reading the novel.

The story of "There's a Blizzard Tonight" sounds a bit ridiculous, but it's just like the six sons in "Let the Bullets Fly" who chose to have their stomach opened for a bowl of noodles to prove their understanding.

Beliefs and ideals may be false to many people, but there is a small group of people who use practical actions to practice the sanctity in their hearts.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Weimin asked Liang Xiaosheng for his opinion, "Can we publish this novel in "Contemporary"?"

Liang Xiaosheng was already prepared for this when he took out this manuscript, but he was more prepared to be rejected.

"Can it be published?"

"Of course you can. This novel is very well written!"

Lin Weimin's praise made Liang Xiaosheng couldn't help but reveal a somewhat naive smile.

"good."

Lin Weimin was happy. He didn't expect that he could write a manuscript after drinking too much.

The image of Ren Hao appeared in his mind, man, he is really my lucky general!

Humming a little tune, Lin Weimin left the Tongzi Tower.

I found the motorcycle and drove all the way to the Chinese Literature Society.

Lin Weimin parked his motorcycle in the shed and raised his hand to look at his watch.

It's exactly ten fifty, which is a good time. It's time to go in and have a cup of tea before lunch.

When he went up to the second floor and entered the office, his colleagues saw him with a strange expression.

"what's the situation?"

"Lao Meng came to see you twice!"

Lin Weimin's expression was calm, "Is something wrong?"

"have no idea."

As he was talking, Meng Weizai opened the door and saw Lin Weimin. His face darkened, and all his colleagues looked like they were watching the show.

He was absent from work for half a day on Monday and was caught by Lao Meng. He had to be criticized and it would be better to write an inspection. Everyone knows that this aspect is Lin Weimin's strength.

"What are you doing this early in the morning?" Meng Weizai asked stiffly.

Everyone knows that this is the prelude to the storm, and they are somewhat looking forward to it.

Lin Weimin was still so calm and calm, "Hey, don't mention it! I ran to meet an author early in the morning and wrote a manuscript that I insisted on submitting to our "Contemporary". It's hard to refuse!"

All the colleagues laughed in their hearts, Weimin was so easy to tell lies.

Meng Weizai's face turned completely dark. This kid smelled of alcohol. It looked like he drank too much last night and didn't get up in the morning. He lied without his face turning red or his heart beating.

"Oh? Where's the manuscript? Is the team here?" Meng Weizai's tone was cold. He was like a hunter holding a shotgun. At this time, the prey had not only entered his field of vision, but was also within the range of his shotgun.

Pull the trigger and it's hunting time!

"Pah!" Lin Weimin took a handful of papers out of his bag and threw a stack of manuscripts on his desk, "Please take a look at the freshly released manuscripts!"

Um?

Uh huh huh?

In the office, everyone except Lin Weimin himself had doubts and confusion in their eyes.

Where did you get this manuscript?

He obviously smelled of alcohol and was talking nonsense, so why did he suddenly produce a manuscript?

There was no need for Meng Weizai to do it himself. Liu Yin couldn't wait to pick up the manuscript and flip through it.

"Liang Xiaosheng?"

Liang Xiaosheng had won the National Award before. Everyone was extremely surprised. He was not just an author who was randomly recruited to make up the numbers?

A group of people gathered in front of Liu Yin to admire the manuscript.

Meng Weizai's trigger can no longer be pulled. It's not that our army is incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning!

He couldn't figure it out, where did Lin Weimin get this manuscript?

Obviously I didn’t mention this when I went to work the day before yesterday!

After much deliberation, there is only one possibility.

That was yesterday's weekend. Lin Weimin did not rest. Instead, he took advantage of his time to go to Liang Xiaosheng's home or work to compile a manuscript.

Not taking a break during holidays but still busy working would be called involution in later generations, but today we are called model workers!

After "thinking" and understanding the whole story, Meng Weizai's eyes softened when he looked at Lin Weimin.

Weimin is a good comrade!