1980 My literary era

Faced with the problem of leadership, Lin Weimin put down his pen lightly.

"Leader, I have written the review. What journal do you think it will be published in?"

His words did not answer the question, but made the leader fully understand his attitude.

The leader said with some anger: "I just write a review. Is it so difficult?"

Lin Weimin finally became serious this time and nodded seriously.

"It's so difficult. Leader, if you bend your waist once, it will be difficult to straighten it again!"

After listening to Lin Weimin's words, the leader stared at him for a long time, and the anger in his eyes dissipated.

Finally he regained his composure, "You told me in the early spring of that day that your novel satirizes us bureaucrats who do nothing."

"It's a novel, it's not true. You must not say that, otherwise I will be charged with one more crime."

The leader ignored Lin Weimin's weirdness and pointed to the "review" paper on the table, "Don't try to be clever with me. If you have the ability, publish this in the newspaper."

Lin Weimin muttered: "I'll do it later."

The leader saw how broken he was and said, "I think you, the director, don't want to work anymore!"

"Leader, we have to speak with conscience! Am I not going to do it? Someone doesn't want me to do it!"

The leader waved his hand impatiently, "Stop messing with me here! If your novels weren't so explicit, could someone get caught?"

"Leader, look at you, why are you reciting the dialogue from my novel again?" Lin Weimin teased.

The leader was so angry that he almost walked over and couldn't help but cursed: "You damn..."

Seeing Lin Weimin's virtuous attitude of not being afraid of boiling water, the leader was too lazy to scold him anymore and waved his hand: "Okay, let's go, let's go!"

When Lin Weimin was about to leave, the leader pointed to the "review" on the table and said, "Take this thing away, don't leave it here to be an eyesore!"

Lin Weimin glanced at the leader, "Then I took it?"

The leader said nothing.

Lin Weimin asked again: "Can I send it out?"

The leader said nothing again.

Lin Weimin smiled and said before going out: "Thank you, Border Agency!"

After he left, the leader sighed helplessly.

I came to see Monkey Sun today, and I planned to put some pressure on him to make him subdue.

But Sun Monkey is Sun Monkey, how can he be suppressed so easily?

The leader understood Cheng Wanchun's daily difficulties, but he was one of his own after all...

Stir it, stir it! Just stir it up. If it stirs public opinion into chaos and makes all parties hostile to each other and divided, everyone will be honest!

After returning from the Publishing House, as soon as Lin Weimin entered the gate of the Chinese Literature Society, he saw Cheng Wuchun standing at the door of the front building waving to him.

As he was parking the car, Cheng Wanchun walked to the car anxiously and asked anxiously: "What's the situation? How should I deal with you?"

Lin Weimin parked the car in a leisurely manner, got out of the car and said, "What should I do? Lao Cheng, you are just pretending to pass on the imperial edict. The leader did not say that he would deal with me."

"Don't deal with you?" Cheng Wuchun was surprised and said in disbelief: "Is it your kid who pretended to pass the imperial edict?"

"I think you mean you want me to be punished, don't you?"

Cheng Wanchun was annoyed by his talk and wanted to kick him, "Can you say something serious?"

Seeing that he was a little irritable, Lin Weimin restrained himself a little and took out the "review" he wrote.

"Did you see it? The 'imperial edict' we invited back!"

Cheng Wuchun took the thin paper and turned it over, "What do you mean?"

Lin Weimin recounted the conversation that had just occurred in the leader's office. After hearing this, Cheng Wuchun frowned and looked thoughtful.

After a while, he said: "What do you mean, leader? Are you planning to support you?"

"I don't know if I'll support you or not. I guess my attitude is too tough and I can't hold my head to admit my mistake, so I just want me to make a scene."

Cheng Wuchun rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "If you really make a fuss, there will actually be pressure on the other side."

"That's right, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind! They do the first grade of junior high school, and I do the fifteenth grade. It makes sense."

Cheng Wuchun frowned again, "Then the leader asked me to force you to bow your head and admit your mistake? What does he mean?"

"What else can you mean? Two plans. If you can ask me to apologize directly, it would be best to leave the matter alone. If you are forced to hold my head down and apologize due to pressure from several other departments, it will also affect the dignity of our system, including the leadership. What a damage!"

On the way back, Lin Weimin had already figured out the leader's thoughts.

After hearing what he said, Cheng Wanchun couldn't help but nodded in agreement, feeling a little uncomfortable.

In this case, wouldn’t I be a human being inside and out?

Lin Weimin saw what he was thinking, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "You are like this, you have no say!"

"You heartless thing!" Cheng Wuchun scolded Lin Weimin angrily, because he was still worried just now.

Lin Weimin laughed and put his arm around his shoulders, entered his office, and picked up the phone on the table.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Wuchun pressed the phone.

"What else can we do? Let's make trouble!"

"What's the trouble?"

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend, look for the weasel.”

Today is different from the past.

Previously, the Literary and Art Association wanted him to speak out and used him as a knife.

But now, he wants to be the knife bearer.

——

A few days later, the latest issue of "Literary News" was released as scheduled.

This important newspaper in the field of domestic literature and art is one of the key publications subscribed by countless domestic government agencies and state-owned factories. It is also one of the publications that many cadres and employees often read, especially in the cultural field. After it was changed to a weekly report in July 1985, it continues to this day.

When a new issue of a magazine is received, many people habitually flip through the entire issue first, and then some people discover the differences in today's issue.

"This is?"

Article title: "Hunting", author: Lin Weimin.

"The gun went off.

Did you see who fired the shot?

I can't see clearly, he is standing on the moral high ground, he is in the sun. "

Many people frowned when they looked at the article on the page, which was smaller than a piece of tofu. What kind of article was this? novel? Modern poetry?

Anyone who has read the novel "Hunting" noticed the words "Lin Weimin" and carefully studied these few lines. I don't know why a chill ran down my spine.

Thinking of the recent overwhelming criticism from public opinion, they instantly understood the meaning of these three sentences.

These three sentences, just over twenty words, completely condense the plot of the novel "Hunting". They can be seen as the central idea of ​​"Hunting", and they can also be seen as Lin Weimin's inner monologue and resistance.

If you think about it carefully, the plot of the novel "Hunting" is so similar to the situation Lin Weimin is facing now!

Many people looked at the brief words in the publication, and their emotions slowly condensed into a feeling of empathy.

The novel "Hunting" is generally recognized as being well written. Even if readers who have read it do not agree with the concepts in it, no one denies the artistic value of this work.

But now, as some newspapers make specious statements and accuse this novel, more and more ordinary people have joined the ranks of criticizing this novel.

When many readers who have read "Hunting" hear the accusations around them, they know very well that most of them have not even read the novel, but only heard about some of the contents.

How familiar this scene is!

Some sensitive people have completely digested the hidden content behind this passage. It is a cry, a resistance, and a cry for help.

People who understand the meaning of this passage all have ups and downs in their hearts. There is a kind of emotion spreading, and they feel uncomfortable and unhappy.

A few days after the publication of this issue of "Literary News", there were more and more letters from readers. Most of the letters were directed at Lin Weimin's short and extremely short article published in "Literary News".

We can't even tell what style it is written in, but this does not prevent readers from empathizing with it.

Most of the people who wrote these letters have a common characteristic, that is, they are cultural people who have experienced the era of the collapse of rituals and music, and have been deeply affected by it.

Now that they see Lin Weimin's situation, they can't sit back and ignore it.

The editors of "Literary News" looked at the letters from readers that came in like snowflakes, and their hanging hearts finally dropped.

Since this year, "Literary News", as the main battlefield of the Literary and Art Association, has been criticized. Some time ago, due to the publication of "Hunting", Lin Weimin was criticized and criticized. The leaders of the Cultural Association hoped that Lin Weimin could use his voice to divert the pressure of public opinion, but unfortunately Lin Weimin refused.

But just a few days ago, perhaps because of the excessive pressure from criticism, Lin Weimin approached the leaders of the Cultural Association and asked for cooperation. This made the Association overjoyed.

Now, I see more and more feedback from readers, and the tendency is so obvious.

Not only that, but influenced by Lin Weimin's short article "Hunting", more and more people began to express their opinions in other media.

Within a few days, public opinion was no longer as one-sided as before.

The comrades of the Literary Association and the "Literary Newspaper" were simply overjoyed.

Another interesting thing is that many of the people who spoke out for Lin Weimin this time are important figures in the cultural world, and many of them were people who had previously criticized Lin Weimin and this novel after the publication of "Burning".

All those who are familiar with these two situations will all feel the paradox and irony of reality.

Comrades in the Literary and Art Association are discussing privately, why do just a few dozen words have such great power?

Everyone was puzzled.

Zhang Guangnian, who was relatively familiar with Lin Weimin, mused: "Weimin's creative characteristics are very obvious, and he is sharp. These three sentences of his are definitely not improvised. I suspect they should be in the process of creation." The novel "Hunting" was already written."

Someone said: "I'm just curious. These three sentences have nothing to do with "Hunting" if you understand them superficially. But after you read it, you can feel the strong emotions. Lin Weimin is really amazing! "

"That's true. Hey, do you think this passage was originally the content of the novel? It suddenly occurred to me that this might actually be an ending that Lin Weimin gave up at that time."

"What ending?"

"Teacher Gao did not die from the beatings of gangsters, but was shot and killed in the dark. This paragraph can be the end. For example, Teacher Gao did not die immediately, but on the way to the hospital, he left These are the conversations."

With their minds wide open, this topic quickly aroused everyone's interest, "Don't tell me, your idea is really interesting."

"Write it down, write it down. Expand it, write it down, and send it to the next issue. It will definitely be popular." Someone encouraged.

Zhang Guangnian looked at the enthusiastic discussion, but his mood was not very high.

Upon seeing this, Bao Chang asked in a low voice: "Why are you unhappy?"

Zhang Guangnian glanced at him, "Why are you happy?"

"Weimin's article has worked. Now the two sides are becoming more and more evenly matched, and the pressure on us has been reduced a lot."

Zhang Guangnian pursed his lips towards the group of young people who were talking, "Look at this, are we less stressed?"

Bao Chang followed his gaze and then fell into deep thought.