1980 My literary era

Regardless of whether it is shameful or not, the National College of Liberal Arts will have an additional place named after Lin Weimin from now on.

Dean He, a new official, has made great contributions to the courtyard library. He did not expect to meet Lin Weimin who was so helpful, so he naturally wanted to reciprocate the favor.

In fact, both sides of the whole thing have contributed and benefited.

Even Koi, the librarian, has benefited from it. In the past, the Literary Research Institute was called the library, and there were not many books in total, so Koi could only be called the librarian. Now it has been upgraded to a real library, and Xiaojing has also been promoted to the director of the library.

"Congratulations, Xiao Jing!" Lin Weimin shook hands with Xiao Jing and almost didn't say the word "small".

Time makes people grow older. What was a small well back then has now evolved into a middle well, and in a few years it will be an old well.

Xiaojing smiled happily, "For the people, thank you!"

There is a feeling that the people in the old districts are finally looking forward to the arrival of the People's Liberation Army.

After the unveiling ceremony, the Weimin Library was officially opened to the public, but it would not take more than a few days. The students of the School of Liberal Arts were about to have a holiday.

Not only that, Yu Hua and his students are also about to graduate this time.

Counting from March 1985 to January 1987, the two-year and four-semester study period has ended.

But Yu Hua’s study journey did not end there.

The National Academy of Liberal Arts has cooperated with the Chinese Department of Yenching University since 1984. Students in the student class will take an exam after two years of study. Those who pass the exam will be admitted to the writer class of the Chinese Department of Yenching University. After joining the class, you will study for one year, and after graduation, you will be awarded a four-year undergraduate diploma from Yenching University.

Therefore, most of Yu Hua's group will enter Yenching University for one more year after graduation.

Lin Weimin was very suspicious. With Yu Hua's unruly character, how could he pass the exam?

The School of Liberal Arts won't let it go, right?

After chatting with Dean He for a while and rejecting his invitation to have lunch together, Lin Weimin planned to leave the School of Liberal Arts.

"Teacher Lin! Teacher Lin!" Yu Hua called Lin Weimin.

"What's up?"

"Are you free tonight? I would like to treat you to a meal." Yu Hua said.

Are you so kind as to invite me to dinner?

Lin Weimin thought for a while and said, "Let's go to Tiesheng's place to eat that night. Call Mo Yan and let's have a good time together. He's also going on holiday."

Yu Hua nodded, "That's good!"

When Hua Hua came back, the classmates couldn't help but envy him and Lin Weimin's familiarity.

As the length of time increases, the distance between Lin Weimin and the National College of Liberal Arts also widens. The later students enroll, the harder it is for them to experience this closeness.

In the end, everyone can probably only feel the kindness of this senior brother from places like the Weimin Library.

In the evening, Yu Hua came to Shi Tiesheng's house with the purchased meat and vegetables.

Not long after, Lin Weimin also pulled Mo Yan over.

It's been a long time since we all got together, but with Yu Hua here, the place became lively after just a few words.

The key topic is naturally Lin Weimin's recent donation of tens of thousands of books to the National Academy of Liberal Arts.

In 1986, the per capita salary was dozens of yuan.

Lin Weimin made tens of thousands of dollars when he made a move, and his reputation was as high as the sky.

As a bystander who witnessed this incident, Yu Hua naturally wanted to brag for Teacher Lin.

Everyone listened with great interest and understood Lin Weimin's generosity very well.

The 80-year study experience at the Institute of Liberal Arts was crucial to Lin Weimin. Now that he has become famous, it is reasonable for him to reciprocate his kindness to the Institute of Liberal Arts.

Lin Weimin looked at Yu Hua's calm and graceful appearance and couldn't help but hit him and said, "Yu Hua, you don't know yet, do you?"

"What do you know?" Yu Hua looked ignorant and naive.

Mo Yan shouted in his heart: It's started, it's started again.

"Mo Yan's "Red Sorghum" will participate in the Berlin International Film Festival this month!"

"Berlin Film Festival?" Yu Hua's eyes showed a clear confusion. What is the Berlin Film Festival?

He suddenly remembered that Teacher Lin's "Lover" went to the Cannes Film Festival this year.

Before he could speak, Mo Yan started to popularize science.

"The Berlin International Film Festival is one of the few international A-class film festivals in the world. It is the most influential in Europe and one of the top international film festivals in the world. Together with the Cannes International Film Festival and the Venice International Film Festival It is also known as the world’s three major international film festivals.”

Yu Hua looked at Mo Yan with an unhappy look in his eyes, "What do you mean, brat, showing off to me?"

I didn't say anything after I finished the popular science. I was responding to Teacher Lin's call.

This era is not like the entertainment news and gossip news of later generations. When a movie is going to participate in the film festival, the whole world wants to know.

The news that "Red Sorghum" will participate in the Berlin Film Festival has not yet been released. Even if it is released in the future, it will most likely only be a short message sent by one or two authoritative media.

Unless "Red Sorghum" can win a major award, it will be promoted on a large scale.

So Yu Hua naturally didn't know the news. After hearing Lin Weimin tell what happened, the way he looked at Mo Yan was wrong.

"Mad! You boy is so lucky!"

Mo Yan didn't reply, but his expression made Yu Hua furious.

"What does it mean to be lucky? They have written something serious. If it were you, what would they want to adapt and change? How can you participate in film festivals?"

Yu Hua glanced at Lin Weimin aggrievedly, "I'm writing too, right?"

"Then write it quickly." Lin Weimin said angrily, but couldn't help but complain: "I have been talking about writing it for several months, but there has been no movement until now. I have graduated from the School of Liberal Arts, and I haven't seen your novel come out. "

Yu Hua muttered in a low voice: "There is still one year left until graduation!"

Shi Tiesheng watched the bickering among several people with a smile on his face.

After a while, Father Shi and Shi Lan served food to the table, and everyone sat down at the table.

Shi Tiesheng sighed: "This year has passed so fast. It has been 87 years in a flash."

Yu Huadao: "Yeah, I didn't expect that I have only one year left in the School of Liberal Arts."

Mo Yan glanced at him secretly and translated the sentence.

I also didn’t expect that I would only be able to stay at Yanjinglang for the last year.

In 1986, the one who gained the most was of course Mo Yan.

"Red Sorghum Family" has gone from publication to adaptation, and now the film is going to attend the Berlin Film Festival after filming.

Thinking about it makes me feel dreamy, he is the screenwriter of "Red Sorghum"!

Mo Yan couldn't help but think of his failed drama dream, and he felt infinite emotions in his heart.

Thanks to Teacher Lin!

Everyone is lamenting the changes and experiences over the past year, and Lin Weimin is no exception.

But what he lamented more was not himself, but the environment.

As the pace of reform and opening up goes further and further, "People's Daily" published two long reports in March and April, "Shi Lai He Feng Fu" and "Local Wonders - A Story of Farmer Entrepreneur Lu Guanqiu".

It fully affirmed the positive role of township enterprises in the tide of reform and opening up, and also made two township entrepreneurs, Shi Laihe and Lu Guanqiu, famous throughout the country.

In recent years, township and village enterprises have won almost every battle with state-owned enterprises.

This rise, to some extent, heralds the continuous decline of state-owned enterprises.

This is of course bad news for state-owned enterprises and workers who hold on to their iron rice bowls.

But for the wider public, it means that life is getting better and better.

The changes in economic activities in society are also reflected in the literary circle or literary world.

Since its birth, reform literature has developed more and more vigorously in recent years because its themes and content are closely related to the current times, and the content is mostly positive.

But under this fierce fire, more and more "variants" appeared, causing reform literature to gradually change.

All things considered, if we look closely at these so-called "reform literature", we will find that some works that show people's reform are often superficial, and I am afraid that it will not be long before they embark on the old path of "scar literature".

Since last year, writers have repeatedly proposed "root-seeking", which is gradually forming a trend, and "root-seeking literature" has become a common trend.

Many people look for allusions from old papers and attribute Huang Anyi's "Little Baozhuang", Mo Yan's "Red Sorghum Family", Lu Tianming's "Ni Ri", and even Lin Weimin's "Horse Taoist" to "root-seeking". literature".

From scar literature, to reform literature, to root-seeking literature.

As Chinese society continues to change, people's ideologies are also changing, and literature has naturally evolved.

While chatting about the grand proposition, several other people were unconsciously led astray by Lin Weimin.

Shi Tiesheng finally came to his senses, "It's okay for you, Editor-in-Chief Lin, to worry about this kind of thing. People like us who are trying to climb the grid can only listen."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the table became relaxed again, and everyone quickly changed the topic.

Mo Yan talked about his children, and Yu Hua talked about his beloved wife.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but tease Shi Tiesheng, "Tiesheng! When will your sago come to Yanjing?"

Speaking of Cheng Ximi, Shi Tiesheng's dark face showed a bit of shyness.

That year, Lin Weimin took Shi Tiesheng to Xi'an to pursue his love. When he came back, he planned to find a way to transfer Cheng Ximi's work to Yanjing, but Cheng Ximi refused.

Therefore, in the past two years, the two have been separated from each other. They can only communicate through letters and rarely even make phone calls.

Lin Weimin looked at Shi Tiesheng's appearance and couldn't help but feel anxious for him.

"It's already thirty-seven after the New Year, you have to be more careful!"

Lin Weimin's tone was like that of an old farmer looking worried about his rooster that doesn't lay eggs.

"If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about my uncle!"

His words touched people's hearts and made Shi Tiesheng lose interest in eating meat.

Shi Tiesheng put down his chopsticks and complained: "Are you going to let people eat well?"

Seeing that Shi Tiesheng didn't respond, Lin Weimin laughed and said, "Would you like me to give you an idea?"

After hearing this, everyone's eyes focused on Lin Weimin.

Shi Tiesheng is seeing Ben turn 40, and not only his family but also his friends are concerned about his life-long events.

Father Shi stared at Lin Weimin with burning eyes, looking forward to his speech.

Shi Tiesheng knew Lin Weimin well and knew that his ideas were always bad, so he was about to change the topic.

But Shi Lan asked: "Brother Lin, do you have any good ideas?"

Lin Weimin looked mysterious, "Children, don't ask so much!"

Shi Lan immediately turned down her face. She was about to graduate from college. After hearing these words, she gave Lin Weimin a hard look.

Lin Weimin didn't care and waved to Shi Tiesheng, "Come here, I have a plan to teach you!"

Shi Tiesheng was helpless, but because of his old father's earnest eyes, he could only move forward obediently.