1980 My literary era

Faced with Xie Mingqing's confusion, Lin Weimin looked calm and asked, "Can't you write it like this?"

Xie Mingqing shook his head, "It's not that it can't be done. But... you know, the current atmosphere among the people..."

The old comrade hesitated to speak and looked embarrassed.

Lin Weimin's face was very relaxed. He put the tea cup on the table and said, "It is because of the current public opinion environment that I have to write more."

"The current public opinion is wrong. Western countries are not paradise."

Hearing what he said, Comrade Lao Xie's brows furrowed even more deeply, "You are really trying to get in trouble with yourself!"

Lin Weimin said impatiently: "You are grinding and chirping, can you do it?"

Xie Mingqing glanced at him helplessly, "Yes! Why not? Who dares not to publish the latest masterpiece of your editor-in-chief Lin?"

"Old comrades don't have much courage and they always talk weird things!" Lin Weimin said sarcastically.

"Yes, old comrade, what courage do you have? They are just consumables. I will also be seconded tomorrow so as not to be an eyesore to you!"

Not to be outdone, Xie Mingqing retorted, choking Lin Weimin.

I don't know which Sun thief passed it on. Lao Niu's secondment to the editorial department of "China" was not hidden after all. Now the Manchurian literary society knows that he was the one who instigated it.

Lin Weimin thought about the image of Lao Niu returning to the Chinese Literature Society one day.

Convex!

"The Old Count of Monte Cristo"!

No, "The Old Prince's Revenge"!

This matter really has nothing to do with me. It’s all the fault of Cheng Wanchun’s thick eyebrows and big eyes. I am a small editor, can I decide such a big thing?

Not long after Xie Mingqing left, Liu Xinwu came again.

Wang Meng was promoted from the position of "People's Literature", and Liu Xinwu succeeded him as editor-in-chief.

He came mainly to communicate with Lin Weimin about the publication of "Burning".

"There is definitely no problem in publishing this novel "Burning" in our People's Literature. But you have to think carefully. After publishing this novel, you will definitely be scolded." Liu Xinwu reminded.

Lin Weimin smiled relaxedly, "If I were afraid of being scolded, I wouldn't write this novel."

Seeing that Lin Weimin insisted on this, Liu Xinwu did not persuade him any more and decided to let "Burning" be published in the September issue of "People's Literature".

After Liu Xinwu left, Ma Dudu came to the Chinese Literature Society that afternoon.

The word "overjoyed" cannot be applied to Ma Dudu. This kid's eyebrows are half-cut, so he can't see the joy. It is true that he is vulgar, but the general idea is appropriate.

"What kind of happy event is this?" Lin Weimin asked.

Ma Dudu took out a set of books from his bag and took out one of them, "Our publishing house has published a set of National Young Writers' Literature Series, which contains a collection of my short stories."

When Ma Dudu spoke, the corners of his mouth were raised.

At this time, even though he had seen Teacher Lin's inhumane collecting style, Ma Dudu was still the good young man who loved literature.

Lin Weimin took the novel collection and said with a smile: "Published a book? Congratulations!"

Ma Dudu's smile became a little shy. Speaking of writing in front of Teacher Lin, it was a bit out of the ordinary.

But he is so happy!

This is the first book in his life.

Lin Weimin flipped through Ma Dudu's novel collection. It was not too thick, just over a hundred pages, and there were nine short stories in the catalog.

The two chatted for a long time around the novel collection.

Finally, Ma Dudu said: "This is the first time my work has been published, and I don't know how it will go. You have time to finish reading it, and I would like to ask you to give me some advice."

"Guidance is out of the question. We can communicate later when we have time."

Dudu is still a good young man with literary ideals!

Ma Dudu smiled, thanked Lin Weimin and prepared to leave.

"Hey, book!"

Lin Weimin pointed to the remaining books on the table and said.

"There is no reason why I should give you a copy of a set of books." Ma Dudu said with a smile and left the editorial office.

Lin Weimin stood up and picked up the stack of books, preparing to put them in the file cabinet first and look at them when he had time. Suddenly he saw a familiar name among the spines of the pile of books.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but pull out the book from the pile of books and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a collection of poems.

Has this person written poetry?

After reading a few poems, I was surprised that they were well written.

Talented people are indeed talented no matter what they write!

Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, then came to the editorial department and placed the poetry book he had just pulled out on Tong Zhonggui's desk.

Tong Zhonggui was reviewing a manuscript. He raised his head and looked at Lin Weimin.

"This author writes good poems. Let's see if we can contact him and make an appointment for a manuscript!" Lin Weimin explained.

Tong Zhonggui was stunned for a moment, "Teacher Lin, are we going to revise the version again?"

"What version should I change?"

Tong Zhonggui clearly heard Teacher Lin saying that he wanted to make an appointment with the poet.

"I want you to make an appointment with this author for some novel drafts!" Lin Weimin understood what he meant and emphasized.

Tong Zhonggui didn't react for a moment and nodded confusedly, "Oh, okay!"

After Lin Weimin left, he came to his senses.

Is the poem well written? How many novel manuscripts are you planning to write?

Is this human language?

Tong Zhonggui looked at the poetry collection on the table with a blank look on his face.

The CPU almost burned out!

"Our Editor-in-Chief Lin, which song are you singing in?" Yao Shuzhi asked.

Tong Zhonggui glanced at Yao Shuzhi blankly, "I don't know!"

Yao Shuzhi consoled her: "It's okay, Xiao Tong, don't take it to heart, he is just like this, whatever he thinks comes out."

Liu Yin is also indispensable for speaking ill of leaders behind their backs. "Our Editor Lin is really good at it. He comes here with a collection of poems and asks Xiao Tong to make an appointment, regardless of whether he knows how to write a novel."

Tong Zhonggui deeply believed in the speeches of the two eldest sisters.

At this moment, He Qizhi said: "Weimin never jokes when it comes to drafting, and he never misses the people he likes!"

His words made Tong Zhonggui give up what he was about to say.

Teacher He is right!

It has been two years since Tong Zhonggui came to "Contemporary". His ears are almost ringing with memories of Lin Weimin's amazing experience in writing articles when he was editor-in-chief.

Ma Yuan, who was talking and looking for trouble, picked up Er Yuehe at the entrance of CCTV, and picked up Haiyan in the front building of the Chinese Literature Society...

However, there are very few mistakes in the authors or works that Mr. Lin is optimistic about. After publication, they all receive great popularity and have a strong influence.

Even "The Ordinary World", which has been overwhelmingly criticized by critics, has been released as a single book for more than two months, and its sales have remained high, and its influence has reached the same level as when "Life" was released.

All these things flashed through Tong Zhonggui's mind, and he couldn't help but pick up the poetry book on the table.

Tong Zhonggui studied in the Chinese Department of Yanjing Normal University. In Yanjing University, nine out of ten literary lovers wrote poetry, and the remaining one wrote novels.

He himself had been writing poetry before and published two poems, and later turned to writing novels.

There seems to be no threshold for modern poetry, and anyone can write a few strokes.

But often, things with no threshold have the highest threshold.

Since there is no threshold, it cannot compare with hard work, accumulation, or learning.

Compared to what?

Just two words, talent!

After reading a few poems in the collection, he had only one feeling.

Mudd seems to write better than me!

Sorry, that was vulgar.

It should be full of poetry, unbridled spirit, full of vitality and otherworldly.

After putting down the collection of poems, Tong Zhonggui began to think seriously.

This person writes poetry so well, if he writes novels, he shouldn't be too bad.

Tong Zhonggui couldn't help but think of the scene just now.

"This author writes good poems, please make an appointment!"

Teacher Lin’s level is more than one level higher than mine!

With a sigh in his heart, Tong Zhonggui resignedly opened the novel's title page and introduced the author.

People from Sichuan?

It seems a bit awkward to contact the publisher directly, so I would like to inquire first.

Not long after Lin Weimin returned to the office, the phone rang. It was Zhang Qi.

As soon as he opened his voice, Zhang Qi complained a little.

"For the people, what's going on with Niu Han from your club?"

Lin Weimin pretended to be stupid and asked: "Niu Han? What's wrong with Niu Han?"

Zhang Qi sighed and said: "Don't you know? Our "China" borrowed someone from your Chinese Literature Society, and the guy here is Niu Han. This guy has a bad temper. Not long after he came, the editorial department including the literary The leaders of the association were contradicted by him."

Lin Weimin gloated: "It seems that the deterrent effect of your leaders of the Cultural Association is not very good!"

Zhang Qi heard his tone and said, "Okay, is it your kid who is causing trouble behind my back?"

"Nonsense! Why do you mean I'm causing trouble behind your back? Let Lao Niu go to your place to help, but I can't control the club leader's decision so leniently."

"Then you kid definitely didn't play a good role either!"

"Blackmail! Is this blackmail?"

Lin Weimin exchanged some words with Zhang Qi before saying, "Lao Niu is a docile donkey. You can't choke him, you have to coax him to work."

Zhang Qi hurriedly said: "If you tell me more in detail, I can explain it to the people at "China" to save them from conflict with Niu Han again."

"Speaking of Lao Niu, he is extraordinary..."

Niu Han is not only a veteran in literary creation, but also a veteran in revolution.

He joined the revolution at the age of 13, joined the party at the age of 15, started writing poetry at the age of 17, and edited the literary journal "Liuhuo" at the age of 22. At the age of 23, he was arrested by the party for participating in the student movement and was sentenced to two years in prison.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he successively served as executive deputy editor of "Chinese Literature", chief editor of "New Literature Historical Materials", and director of the May Fourth Literature Editorial Office of the People's Literature Publishing House.

He was arrested and imprisoned a few years ago, and it was not until 1980 that he received fair treatment.

In the words of the old man in the community, Lao Niu has a bad temper and has never bowed his head to anyone in his life.

I often disobey orders in the club, let alone help in the literary association.

"This... is really an old comrade!"

There was a hint of helplessness in Zhang Qi's tone.

"You leaders, please don't mess with him. Lao Niu not only uses his mouth, but also moves his hands when he is anxious. Last time..."

Lin Weimin once again told Zhang Qi what happened in the editorial department of "New Literature Historical Materials" last time, and he was stunned for a while.

"This person, this person...how can your Chinese literary agency assign such a person to us?"

Lin Weimin said: "Old Zhang, you are being unreasonable. Lao Niu is the treasure of our Chinese Literature Society. He has excellent professional skills, a serious and responsible work attitude, and his character is not to mention. We only borrowed money because of the friendship between our fraternal units. You can't bite Lu Dongbin when you go out to such a good person!"

Zhang Qi was speechless by Lin Weimin and couldn't say a word.

He knew that the transfer of such a thorny head must have been negotiated by the Chinese Literature Society.

The Literary and Art Association seems to have suffered a big loss this time!