1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin did not directly answer Qin Chaoyang's question.

"We have a classmate in Wenjiao called Shen Yuezhong, and he has been writing since the 1960s. In the past few years, when writing was scary, he could always write something that he was satisfied with in the cracks. Now, he has let go of everything. , but couldn't write anymore. He said that he was now like a net with very thin mesh. If the net was drawn, everything would slip out of the mesh.

Director Qin, in the old saying, Shen Yuezhong's situation is like a man who has exhausted his talents, but in fact, his writing skills are still online. The most fundamental reason for his situation is that he can only write one type of thing all year round. Once he is allowed to write, he no longer knows what to write. "

Qin Chaoyang asked: "A writer can only write one type of things, so it's not necessarily a disadvantage, right?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Of course it's not entirely a disadvantage for a writer to specialize in one genre and writing method, but it is not a good thing for the literary world. As editors, we should find ways to avoid this situation. It should be noted that 'a standout is not a spring. A hundred flowers bloom and spring fills the garden'."

"Well said."

Lin Weimin added: "The spirit of innovation and advancing with the times should not just be slogans for social development, but also the direction of our literary creation. We must beware of some people leading literature in a niche, highbrow direction. , there are already signs of this happening, and meanings and thoughts are often ignored, while literature itself is ignored.”

"So, you wrote "The Death of Yura"?" Tan Chaoyang suddenly asked.

"The Death of Yura is just a coincidence, it just happened to happen."

"But I have to admit that the emergence of "The Death of Yura" has pioneered the creation of magical realism in China." Qin Chaoyang praised it again.

Seeing that the building was getting more and more crooked, Lin Weimin said, "Director Tan, what I just said are just family opinions. Don't laugh at me."

Qin Chaoyang waved his hand, "How is that possible? What you said makes sense."

After Tan Chaoyang praised him, he pondered for a moment and said, "The company is still considering your matter. I have a question I want to ask you."

Lin Weimin suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Say."

"Why did you think of becoming an editor in our agency?"

Lin Weimin smiled sheepishly, "To tell you the truth, I am now an unemployed vagrant. This time I came to study at the Institute of Literary Studies is a rare opportunity. I am fortunate to have met several editors of "Contemporary". I personally have a deep understanding of the editor. I am particularly interested in this job. I think writing and editing complement each other and teach each other. If I can do this job, I believe it will also be beneficial to my personal creation."

"I understand." Tan Chaoyang nodded slightly, and after a few seconds he said, "Let's wait for the work first."

"Thank you, Director Tan." Lin Weimin understood that it was time for him to leave, "Then I'll leave first."

Returning to the editorial office, Rong Shihui asked Lin Weimin: "How was it?"

"I don't know. It looks like an inspection."

Rong Shihui asked: "So it passed successfully?"

"I wouldn't dare say that."

"It says it on your face."

Lin Weimin laughed.

The two chatted for a few words, and Lin Weimin was about to stand up and leave.

At this time, the middle-aged fat man sitting next to Zhu Changsheng's workstation stood up and left. After he left, Zhu Changsheng came over and said to Rong Shihui with a wry smile: "This Lu Yao is really too weird!"

"Talented people always have a temper." Rong Shihui said.

Um?

Lin Weimin turned his head and looked at the figure who had disappeared at the door, Lu Yao?

Is it the Lu Yao he knows?

This name seems to have a very low rate of duplication. It was also encountered in the editorial department of "Contemporary", so it should be unmistakable.

I really didn't expect that this ordinary little fat guy would be Lu Yao.

At this time, Lu Yao had not yet published his famous work "Life". He only published some short stories with low influence and worked as an editor in "Yanhe" magazine.

While the two were talking, Lin Weimin stood up and left.

Coming out of the red brick building, Lin Weimin happened to see Lu Yao walking around alone on the basketball court with his head down.

"Brother!" Lin Weimin shouted.

Lu Yao raised his head. He wore a pair of brown glasses and looked at Lin Weimin with questioning eyes.

"What a coincidence. Is this the second time we have met?"

Lu Yao had an impression of Lin Weimin. Lin Weimin took the initiative to chat with him. He nodded: "Yes, hello."

"Hello, I'm Lin Weimin!" Lin Weimin stretched out his hand to Lu Yao.

Lu Yao held his hand and asked with some uncertainty: "The author of "The Death of Yura"?"

"Yes." Lin Weimin smiled.

"Your writing is really good."

"Thank you, thank you. What's wrong with you being so unhappy?"

"Hey, it's nothing. The revision of the manuscript didn't go smoothly."

Lin Weimin laughed and said: "What do I think it is? Don't worry, change it slowly! By the way, do you live here?"

"right."

The most indispensable thing in the hospital at No. 166 Chaonei Street is the authors who come to write or revise their manuscripts.

"I'm glad I met a new friend today. It happens to be noon. Let's go for a walk and have a meal together."

"No."

"It's okay. You're welcome. We are all friends."

Completely ignoring Lu Yao's refusal, Lin Weimin pulled him away. This extra enthusiasm made Lu Yao at a loss for a moment.

The two chatted during the meal, and Lin Weimin realized that Lu Yao was here to revise the work "Thrilling Scene".

"I submitted this novel to several publications, and "Contemporary" was my last attempt. Fortunately, they all thought it was good, but the manuscript needed to be revised, which was a headache."

"A work is incomplete if it has not undergone revision." Lin Weimin said jokingly.

"Then have you revised the manuscript?" Lu Yao asked.

"this……"

Lin Weimin hesitated. He had had his manuscripts rejected before, but he didn't seem to have had any experience revising his manuscripts.

His reaction immediately made Lu Yao feel shocked. I bet you can stand and talk without pain in your back!

"Don't worry about these details." Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "With your level, it will be no problem to publish it."

Lin Weimin spoke like a magician, and Lu Yao felt that he was more confident than his client.

"I'd like to lend you some good words."

"Trust me, it's no problem!"

After finishing the meal, Lin Weimin said: "I usually revise manuscripts by myself. If you get bored, come to the Literary Research Institute to play with me. We are on vacation now."

When the two were chatting just now, Lu Yao had already learned that Lin Weimin was currently studying at the Institute of Literary Studies. "Okay, I will definitely go there when I have time. I am also curious about your Institute of Literary Studies."

After saying goodbye, Lu Yao looked at Lin Weimin's back and couldn't help but sigh.

Young and talented, such a life is really enviable!