1980 My literary era

Publishing work in American magazines sounds like a pretty unrealistic thing, but because of the middleman Mark Meng, everything seems to be feasible.

No matter if he has dates or not, hit him three times first.

This is what Lin Weimin thinks.

The name of the novel is "Knives Out", which is the later mystery movie starring Daniel Craig.

The movie itself is a very orthodox reasoning, with a very complete plot and exquisite handling of details. It can almost be adapted into a novel.

The 130-minute film was condensed into a 20,000-word novel by Lin Weimin, with a compact plot and a large amount of information.

If this novel can really be published, according to the fee standards of "Ellery Quinn Mystery Magazine" mentioned by Mark Meng, one or two thousand US dollars will definitely be indispensable.

It was agreed with Mark Meng that the manuscript would be left with him for polishing first. Lin Weimin would come over next week to confirm the quality of his polishing. If there were no problems, he would mail it back to the United States for submission in the name of Mark Meng.

Returning to the Literary Research Institute, Lin Weimin found that there were a few more people in the institute. It was Jia Dashan who had returned from his hometown with his wife and children.

During the holidays, the institute organized a trip to Beidaihe. Jia Dashan wanted to go home to visit relatives, so he took his wife and children to Yanjing to have some fun.

Lin Weimin said hello to Jia Dashan's wife and children, and went to the canteen outside D school to buy some snacks for Jia Dashan's son. His son did not dare to take them, but looked at his father Jia Dashan first.

After Jia Dashan nodded, he said "Thank you, uncle" and took the things.

Jia Dashan's family had very strict upbringing and strict rules. In the following days, Lin Weimin realized this more and more deeply.

Jia Dashan arranged for his wife and children to stay in the dormitory next to his, and they did not stay in the same room at night.

When Lin Weimin asked, he said it was because some inspirations and fragments always popped up in his mind. At this time, he would get up in a hurry and take out a pen and paper from under the quilt to record the inspirations.

"Most people can't stand sleeping with me."

"A few people in the same dormitory as you didn't respond?" Lin Weimin was puzzled.

"After all, we are in the office, so we must exercise some restraint."

In addition, there are rules when eating. In the literary lecture hall, there is a cafeteria. Jia Dashan usually does it by himself, but after his wife came, everything became his wife's business.

One day, Lin Weimin went to Jia Dashan's room to chat with him. After just a few words, Jia Dashan started knocking on the wall of the dormitory.

After a while, Jia Dashan's wife came over with tea, and Lin Weimin was stunned.

If this eldest brother lived forty years later, he would probably be beaten to death by fairies, right?

Although these things had a certain impact on Lin Weimin's values, they could not hide his inner envy.

However, rules are the rule, and Jia Dashan treats his wife and children well. He brought his wife and children from his hometown to Yanjing just to take them to have fun.

So after I come back, I will take my wife and children out for fun whenever I have time.

When Jia Dashan took his wife and children to visit Yanjing, Lin Weimin came to the editorial department of "Contemporary" again.

Once alive, twice familiar.

No introduction was needed this time. He greeted the editors in the editorial department familiarly. Coincidentally, the fat middle-aged man he met when he came last time was here today.

After chatting with Rong Shihui for a few words, he asked in a low voice: "Editor Rong, are there any clues about the matter?"

"What are you talking about?" Rong Shihui smiled.

Seeing his expression, Lin Weimin felt confident, "Tell me, are you convinced?"

Rong Shihui glanced around and said softly: "The leaders of the editorial department agree in principle with the album matter, but your manuscript is not complete yet. When you come back from the holiday, you will urge the students to hurry up and finish it." , we strive to arrange the album until the end of the year, which can also be regarded as a New Year gift to readers and friends."

Lin Weimin said happily: "That's great."

Then he lowered his voice and asked, "What about...my business?"

"How do you expect such a big thing to be settled in a few days? I'm looking for Lao Qin. This matter has to be discussed with the company."

Lin Weimin was slightly disappointed when he heard this. At this time, Rong Shihui said again: "Lao Tan asked you to come and sit in his office."

Lin Weimin was very happy. Could this be to investigate me?

He asked Rong Shihui to go to Tan Chaoyang's office, knocked on the door, and the two entered the room. Tan Chaoyang was immersed in reading a manuscript.

Lin Weimin had met him before. He laughed when he saw Lin Weimin, "Weimin is here?"

"Hello, Director Qin!"

"Sit down, you're welcome."

Qin Chaoyang stood up and poured a cup of tea. Rong Shihui sat down to help with a few words and then stood up to leave. After he left, the office fell into a brief calm.

"Weimin, the idea for your album is very good. How did you come up with it?" Tan Chaoyang took the initiative to ask.

Lin Weimin said sincerely, without making any secret remarks in front of others: "Director Qin, to be honest with you, the idea of ​​the album itself came up because I wanted to join the editorial department of our "Contemporary"."

His frankness surprised Tan Chaoyang. Tan Chaoyang continued to ask in a relaxed tone: "I have read several of the manuscripts you brought over last time. The stories are all very good, but there is one problem, which is the popularity, including "Latent" and "Cliff" that you wrote yourself don't seem to be in line with the mainstream creative direction of the current literary world, right?"

Lin Weimin said seriously, "Director Qin, since the end of buzz buzz, domestic mainstream literature has ushered in unprecedented development. Do you think this will be the norm in the future?"

His rhetorical question did not surprise Tan Chaoyang. Tan Chaoyang thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. I will definitely have to go downhill slowly in the future."

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "Yes, I think so too. Not only that, but the direction of literary creation may also have to change in the future."

"What's the meaning?"

“Don’t you think it’s incredible that serious literary masterpieces like Anna Karenina and War and Peace can easily sell millions of copies in our country?

In my opinion, this is just a sign that things must turn against each other. The excessive lack of food will cause people to rush to grab whatever food they see.

The same principle applies to literature.

The scar literature that was popular in the past few years and the reform literature that was popular in the past two years are actually developing in accordance with this trend. I'm not saying these things are bad, it's just that they are more like pigs flying into the sky on the wind of the times. "

When Lin Weimin said this, he stopped.

Tan Chaoyang looked at him and muttered "pigs flying into the sky". Although he didn't want to admit it, what Lin Weimin said did make sense.

"So in your opinion, what should we do?" he asked.

On the seventh day of Yang, I still have a low fever. When I had a severe fever a few days ago, my body ached and I could still sleep after taking some painkillers. Now my throat hurts so much that I can't sleep at all. I only slept for three hours last night. If I want to catch up on sleep during the day, I can't sleep at all. It just hurts. It's like torture. I was sweating constantly while I was sitting typing, and I really couldn't stand it any longer.

Get better from this disease as soon as possible!

I complained a lot when I was banned before, but now I just want to say: Please forgive me for being so ignorant.