1980 My literary era

The carnival of a group of people lasted for a while, and everyone finally calmed down.

Zhang Yimou said with gratitude: "It was Teacher Lin who helped me this time. Otherwise, I don't know if I would have been able to attend the film festival in time."

Several other people participated in the project establishment, preparation and filming of "Red Sorghum" from beginning to end. Naturally, they knew Lin Weimin's contribution to this film very well, and expressed their gratitude to Lin Weimin repeatedly.

"Okay, don't say these words anymore."

Lin Weimin waved his hand and did not take any credit. He also invited everyone to have a meal and encouraged everyone before leaving.

Gu Changwei looked at the disappearing figure of the Crown Car and sighed: "To meet a noble person like Teacher Lin to support you, Yimou, your ancestral graves are filled with smoke!"

This was a bit flattering, but Zhang Yimou was not disgusted because he also recognized what Gu Changwei said.

Without Teacher Lin’s support along the way, how could I have become a director, made my own movie, or even participated in an international film festival?

Noble man!

This word is so accurate, why didn’t I think of it?

With the film bureau's approval, the participation in "Red Sorghum" went smoothly. The formalities were completed and the most important thing was to apply for passports for Zhang Yimou and others who were participating.

Zhang Yimou made a special trip to the Chinese Literature Society and invited Lin Weimin to go to Berlin with him.

But Lin Weimin declined, "You can just go."

Zhang Yimou was about to leave with some regret, but was stopped by Lin Weimin again.

"Do you have a formal dress to attend the film festival?" Lin Weimin asked Zhang Yimou.

Dress?

This word touched upon Zhang Yimou's blind spot in knowledge. In this era, there was no entertainment industry in China, so where did the dress come from?

Lin Weimin took Zhang Yimou to the Friendship Store and bought two high-end suits.

As the saying goes, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Maybe Ah Mou's temperament is too outstanding. Even wearing this high-end suit can't hide the vicissitudes of his life.

"Okay, that's it." Lin Weimin said helplessly.

Two suits cost more than 2,000 yuan in foreign exchange coupons. Zhang Yimou looked a little embarrassed and said, "Teacher Lin, why are you so embarrassed?"

"Whatever it is, just treat it as a sponsor for you. At the Berlin Film Festival, media from all over the world will be interviewing you. During interviews and photos, don't wear too shabby clothes, which will affect foreigners' impression of our people."

When it comes to the issue of national image, Zhang Yimou stops talking. He should dress better.

I owe Teacher Lin another favor, and I probably won’t be able to repay it in this lifetime!

Time flies and it’s New Year’s Day.

According to the Western calendar, it is already 1987.

On this day, Tang Yuqiu found Lin Weimin on behalf of the National Academy of Liberal Arts.

"Teacher Tang, why are you here?" Lin Weimin was very surprised to see Tang Yuqiu.

After pouring a cup of tea for Tang Yuqiu and exchanging pleasantries, Tang Yuqiu explained the purpose of his visit.

It turns out that the new dean of the National Academy of Liberal Arts took office and found that the number of books in the library of the academy has been small and there is still wear and tear. Students who have been studying in the past few years have complained about this matter.

However, the school's funds are limited and the money allocated for buying books from above is not much. The new dean came up with an idea and sent a letter to the alumni of the National School of Liberal Arts, including the predecessor Institute of Literature, to collect everyone's works and put them at the counter in the club. Display and preserve it for students to borrow.

Because Lin Weimin was in Yanjing, he did not write a letter. Instead, Tang Yuqiu took time to make a trip.

"The letters to everyone were sent out some time ago, and people have been replying to them recently. Everyone's response has been very enthusiastic."

When Tang Yuqiu said this, he couldn't help but reveal a somewhat gratified smile on his face.

Lin Weimin said: "However, our Literary Research Institute and the Gawen School do not hold many sessions in total, and there are only a few hundred students. Even if everyone sends in their works, it will still be a drop in the bucket!"

"It's better than nothing. Besides, the hospital still has some funds." Tang Yuqiu's tone was also a little helpless.

From the Institute of Literary Studies to the Institute of Chinese Language and Literature, the funding for running schools has never been sufficient, and it is also difficult for them, the teaching staff.

Lin Weimin pondered for a moment and said, "Let's do this. I'll donate some books to the hospital."

Tang Yuqiu was immediately overjoyed and looked at Lin Weimin with expectant eyes.

"How much can you donate?"

Lin Weimin recalled the cramped little library of the Literary Research Institute when he was in School D of the Chaoyang District Committee, and asked, "How many books can the library in the courtyard hold now?"

Tang Yuqiu said uncertainly: "The library is now much larger than before. It can hold a hundred thousand books at least."

Hearing this, Lin Weimin felt a little confident, "How many books are left to fill it?"

Tang Yuqiu understood what Lin Weimin meant and asked, "Do you want to donate so much?"

"It's hard to donate once, so I'll donate the full amount! It won't save you having to run around."

Lin Weimin's words made Tang Yuqiu's nose sore, and she felt that this student had not taught in vain, but she still said: "We don't need so much, the hospital still has funds, and others have to donate."

"Books are something that Han Xin has ordered. The more the better. We are a liberal arts college after all, and the library can't even fill it. It would be too embarrassing to tell anyone!"

Lin Weimin's tone was relaxed and a bit exaggerated, which reminded Tang Yuqiu of the time when this boy was at the Literary Research Institute, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

"This donation is worth tens of thousands of dollars." Tang Yuqiu said.

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Teacher Tang, you said I asked the dean to erect a monument for me next to the library, can he do it?"

Tang Yuqiu couldn't help but roll her eyes at Lin Weimin, this kid is not serious at all.

"Do I need to set up a memorial tablet for you?"

"You can't expect anything better from me!"

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin and Tang Yuqiu agreed to donate books.

She returned to the National Academy of Liberal Arts and informed the new dean He Zhenbang that Lin Weimin wanted to donate books. He Zhenbang was immediately overjoyed.

"Oh! This is great! Comrade Weimin has helped our hospital a lot." He Zhenbang was pacing back and forth in the office with joy.

Tang Yuqiu said at this time: "Dean, it will cost a lot of money to fill up the library. Does our hospital also have to express its gratitude?"

He Zhenbang became interested when he heard it and asked: "Comrade Weimin mentioned this? What expression does he want?"

Tang Yuqiu waved her hands hurriedly, "No, no, I thought of it myself. Such many books cost thirty or forty thousand yuan at least. Financially, we certainly can't give back anything, but Weimin is so enthusiastic about helping our courtyard work. I think the hospital should have some kind of expression."

After hearing Tang Yuqiu's opinion, He Zhenbang pondered for a moment and then nodded, "You are right. This money is not a small amount. Comrade Weifeng has made a great contribution to the hospital and should be expressed..."

Listening to the words that came out of the dean's mouth, Tang Yuqiu quickly regretted his recklessness.

Dean, you are also the dean after all, can't you be more reserved? Just tens of thousands of books.

Under He Zhenbang's intense gaze, Tang Yuqiu nodded with difficulty, "This is a good idea!"

After receiving Tang Yuqiu's support, He Zhenbang nodded happily again, and then said to himself: "I'm afraid we will have to discuss this matter in a meeting."

Tang Yuqiu couldn't help complaining in her heart. You also knew that you would discuss it at the meeting.

At this time, she heard He Zhenbang murmur: "It's not a big problem!"

Tang Yuqiu was completely speechless.

The National College of Liberal Arts was very efficient in purchasing books. It directly contacted Xinhua Bookstore and mobilized all teachers in the college to select books. The library was filled up in more than a week. He Zhenbang also specially asked Tang Yuqiu to invite Lin Weimin from the Chinese Literature Society to the Chinese College.

On January 12, Lin Weimin came to the National College of Liberal Arts as scheduled.

I met the newly appointed dean He Zhenbang in the office. Dean He was so enthusiastic that he praised Lin Weimin as rare in the sky and hard to find in the earth. Lin Weimin was really a little overwhelmed.

I just donated some books and it won't be a problem.

After the greetings, Dean He took Lin Weimin to the library.

When Tang Yuqiu invited Lin Weimin to come, he told him that the college planned to hold a simple donation ceremony, and Lin Weimin readily agreed.

At this time, there was a crowd in front of the library, and all the students from the college were summoned here.

How familiar this scene is!

In later generations, Lin Weimin also stood under the rostrum and listened to the long speeches of primary school/middle school/university leaders on the rostrum "encouraging" the students.

Unexpectedly, I would also have this day.

The boy who was a dragon slayer eventually turned into an evil dragon.

This feeling is so good!

Many students were summoned to the library in the cold weather. Their mentality was different from when Lin Weimin was in school. Most of them were happy and excited.

Studying in a liberal arts college is a rare opportunity for most students.

The library is the place where everyone visits the most every day besides attending classes. In the past, everyone has always complained about the small number of books in the library, which resulted in everyone sometimes having to go to the library outside to borrow books. Going back and forth is not only troublesome, but also a waste of time. .

Now it's better. Brother Lin Weimin donated tens of thousands of books to the hospital at once, and it is said that the library was full.

He is indeed Lin Wanwan!

None of the students thought that Lin Weimin was trying to gain fame or show off his wealth by spending tens of thousands of yuan to donate books to the school. How elegant this was!

Senior Brother Lin, a role model for us!

Yu Hua stood in the crowd and watched Lin Weimin standing with the dean. He couldn't hide his envy. Teacher Lin really deserves to be listed in the "Outstanding Alumni" column!

He Zhenbang pulled Lin Weimin to the door of the library in full view of everyone.

Lin Weimin had already discovered something was wrong. There was a piece of red cloth hanging on the sign at the door of the library.

What does this mean?

Before Lin Weimin could ask questions, Dean He gave a passionate speech. The topic was naturally to express his gratitude to Lin Weimin for his generous donation of tens of thousands of books to the college.

At the end of his speech, Dean He did not forget to Q Q Lin Weimin, "Now, let us invite Comrade Lin Weimin, an outstanding alumnus of our School of Liberal Arts, a famous novelist, dramatist, editor, and the senior brother of all the students in the audience, to give a speech Everyone, say a few words!”

shame!

Lin Weimin has always felt that he has made some achievements in the area of ​​shamelessness.

But compared with Dean He, he is still young.

Novelist, dramatist, editor!

You dare to say it, but I don’t even dare to admit it!

Lin Weimin looked at the students in the audience and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Um... Dean He was so complimentary. I was trained by our College of Liberal Arts. I just tried my best to contribute to the construction of the college. I hope that the books I donated can add to the creative careers of my classmates. A little help is a great thing for me!"

After saying a few words briefly, Dean He took the lead in applauding, and the audience also applauded thunderously.

Senior Brother Lin, be so humble!

"Okay! Next, Comrade Weimin will unveil the library of our Faculty of Arts!"

Dean He shouted loudly and signaled Lin Weimin with his eyes.

Lin Weimin looked at the hanging red cloth and had an ominous premonition in his heart.

His eyes couldn't help but turn to Teacher Tang. When you invited me here, you didn't mention that this would happen!

Tang Yuqiu gave Lin Weimin a look, didn't you ask for this yourself? So, are you satisfied this time?

Under Dean He's expectant and encouraging eyes, Lin Weimin pulled off the red cloth with a strong hand.

Under the sun, the brand-new copper nameplate sparkled, with the five characters "Library for the People" prominently displayed on it.

shame!

What a shame!

Lin Weimin wanted to say something to Dean He: Dean, I was joking!