1980 My literary era

After answering Yu Hua's call, Lin Weimin called Tong Zhonggui and asked about the manuscript.

The manuscript arrived in Yanjing yesterday, and Tong Zhonggui is still reading it.

Another day passed before he showed the manuscript to Lin Weimin.

"Shouting in the Drizzle" is Yu Hua's first novel. Yu Hua is not well-known in the series of works, but his influence is not low.

"I no longer pretended to have many friends, but returned to loneliness and started living alone as the real me."

Many people in later generations who have read Douyin copywriting should be familiar with this sentence, which comes from "Shouting in the Drizzle".

This novel does not have a clear plot clue or main line of time. It is interspersed with a large number of flashbacks and interludes, as well as time and space inversion and dislocation.

And "I" Sun Guanglin acts as a spectator, watching everything that happens in the family, witnessing the joys and sufferings of this family, without commenting or expressing emotions, only calmly and objectively narrating, just reading a few pages, with a pioneering taste Coming at you.

After spending a whole day reading the novel, Lin Weimin returned the manuscript to Tong Zhonggui.

"The novel is well written. In principle, it can be published. You will communicate with Yu Hua in the future. You will be responsible for any deletions and revisions. Let me know when the draft is finalized."

"Okay, Teacher Lin."

Tong Zhonggui was a little happy. Yu Hua was a avant-garde novel writer with a very outstanding style, and his style was somewhat similar to his. He was in charge of the manuscript, which was a learning experience for both of them.

In mid-March, Renyi formed a large team of 30 people and went to France for exchange performances. Before leaving, they called Lin Weimin to take a look at the rehearsals of "Farewell My Concubine" and "Horse Trapper".

After watching the rehearsal, Lin Weimin saw Feng Yuanzheng backstage. The young man was looking enviously at his colleagues who were about to go abroad.

"What? You want to go abroad too?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Feng Yuanzheng told the truth, "Who doesn't want to go abroad?"

"I remember that the last time "Jiajing and Hai Rui" went to Xiangjiang to perform, didn't you go with us?"

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, Feng Yuanzheng smiled and said, "Going to Xiangjiang is not considered going abroad."

"The consciousness is quite high." Lin Weimin praised, and then said: "That can be regarded as a trip out. How many people in your courtyard have never been out!"

Feng Yuanzheng listened to Lin Weimin's words, a look of struggle flashed on his face, and he hesitated for a long time, "Teacher Lin, can you talk to our dean?"

"say what?"

"Professor Mersing invited me to Germany to take the exam for her acting class. She was very optimistic about me, but the school did not agree and withheld Professor Mersing's invitation."

Mersin is a professor at the West Berlin Higher School of Art. He was invited by Renyi to teach at Renyi in the past two years.

Her major is the Grotowski genre, which is different from the mainstream Stanislavsky and Brecht performance systems. She met Lin Zhaohua when she went to Europe for an exchange visit.

Feng Yuanzheng was admitted to the student class of Renyi in 1985 and had taken Mersin's class. Because of his excellent performance, Mersin was very optimistic about him and invited him to study in Germany many times.

After understanding the situation, Lin Weimin frowned and asked, "How did you know?"

"There is no airtight wall in the world. This is not the first time that the hospital has withheld an invitation letter." Feng Yuanzheng couldn't help but feel a little resentful when he said this.

For young people, it is certainly a good thing to go abroad for further study, especially in the 1980s, it was something that most people could only dream of.

Renyi withheld Feng Yuanzheng's invitation letter, which meant that he was cut off from studying abroad. The instructor took the initiative to invite him, so it's normal to feel a little resentful.

After Lin Weimin pondered for a moment, he asked, "You want to study abroad, and do you plan to come back in the future?"

Feng Yuanzheng hesitated: "Go back...!"

"Ask me to help and you still won't tell the truth?" Lin Weimin pretended to be unhappy.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Feng Yuanzheng felt a little panicked and said, "I'll tell you the truth. My girlfriend is cheating, and we had agreed to get married. I just wanted a change of environment. I haven't thought about anything else. I It’s hard to say, maybe... maybe I really won’t come back!”

Lin Weimin nodded and asked: "If you want me to intercede for you, I have to tell your dean like this. I said that Xiao Feng studied abroad for further study. After studying abroad, he has to come back and continue acting in Renyi. What's going on? It can also be regarded as cultivating talents for people and art. What I said, can you do it?"

Feng Yuanzheng hesitated, thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "I dare not promise you."

Lin Weimin praised: "He is an honest person."

He added: "Well, let's ask Professor Mersin to send you another invitation letter, this time directly to your home. The unit is actually not complicated. You can talk to the leader and you won't be embarrassed. your."

Feng Yuanzheng asked: "How do you know you won't embarrass me? The hospital has withheld my invitation letter before."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Don't you have the invitation in your own hands now?"

Feng Yuanzheng suddenly realized, with a bit of a silly smile on his face. He was really blind. He didn't even think about such a simple question. All he had to do was ask Professor Mersin for another invitation letter.

When the time comes, I have the invitation letter in hand, and there is nothing I can do if the hospital does not agree.

The reason why he was distressed before was entirely because he was stuck in a fixed mindset.

The invitation was sent to the hospital, but the hospital withheld it. I couldn't get the invitation and couldn't go to Germany.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, thank you, I understand!" Feng Yuanzheng kept thanking Lin Weimin.

"Don't tell your dean that I gave you the idea." Lin Weimin joked.

Feng Yuanzheng said quickly: "No, no."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "I'm just kidding, it doesn't matter if Lao Yu knows. You went to Germany for further studies, and when you come back, you will strengthen your talent as a human being."

"But...how did you know I would come back?" Feng Yuanzheng couldn't help but ask.

These days, too many people study abroad and then stay abroad. 95 out of 100 people do this.

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "What you studied is acting. If you stayed in Germany, the roles you could get were only marginal ethnic minority roles, and even such roles were pitiful.

Or, one day a German will ask you, you are Chinese, why do you want to act in Germany? How should you answer? "

Feng Yuanzheng was speechless. He thought for a long time and could not find a reason to refute.

This principle is actually the same for those domestic stars who went to the United States to pursue Hollywood careers in this era, but these people have never been able to figure out such a simple truth.

"do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Feng Yuanzheng nodded, "You are right."

Lin Weimin smiled, patted Feng Yuanzheng on the shoulder again, and then left Renyi.

At the weekend, Lin Weimin made an appointment with Cheng Wuchun to visit the border office.

In the car, Cheng Wanchun couldn't help but complain, "You are so proficient in this kind of flattering and flattering thing. You only focus on the harm done to retired old men and old ladies."

"When you retire, I will do the same to you."

One sentence made Cheng Wanchun so disgusted that he wanted to give him two big dicks.

When the two arrived at the border office's house, the old comrade was indeed very happy. The burden on him was relieved, and everyone talked more casually.

This time the border agent retired, and two comrades retired from the same group. In other words, in the recent period, three minister-level leaders will take up their posts at the same time, including Zheng Guo's father.

After comforting the sensitive and fragile heart of the retired comrade, Lin Weimin went to work the next day and saw Mo Yan, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Yu Hua graduated from the Writers' Class of the National Academy of Letters and returned to Zhijiang, but Mo Yan's life in the Writers' Class had just begun, with another year and a half left.

This time he came to the editorial office of "Contemporary" and brought his latest work "The Song of Garlic Sprouts in Paradise".

Lin Weimin flipped through the manuscript and asked curiously: "I didn't hear that you were writing when we met a few months ago. How come you returned to your hometown for the Chinese New Year and then wrote a new novel?"

"I wrote this when I went home for the New Year!" Mo Yan said this with an angry expression.

Last year, the National College of Liberal Arts was on winter vacation, and Mo Yan went back to his hometown for the Spring Festival. When he happened to visit an old friend, he saw a report published in Dazhong Daily in Eastern Shandong at his home.

The content of the report is about the garlic sprout incident in Cangshan County of the province that shocked the whole country.

After Mo Yan finished reading the newspaper, he returned home and thought about it. He felt extremely indignant, so he wrote furiously and spent thirty-five days creating this indignant novel.

After Mo Yan explained the specific situation, he still said angrily: "Teacher Lin, you must publish this novel no matter what."

"Okay, let's send it!"

Lin Weimin's casual words made Mo Yan look at him in surprise.

Mo Yan said that he asked Lin Weimin to publish the novel no matter what, because he felt unquenchable indignation, but he never expected that Lin Weimin would agree to publish it without even reading the novel.

"No need to review the manuscript?" Mo Yan couldn't help but ask.

Lin Weimin said again: "Then let's examine it!"

Um?

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin in confusion. He was just thinking that Teacher Lin was being too unprincipled, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind and he froze there.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Yan came back to his senses and saw Lin Weimin looking at him calmly, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on Mo Yan's face.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Lin!"

"Sorry for what?"

Mo Yan stared at Lin Weimin, "You often said before that writers should have the ability to escape from their works and keep a distance from politics. I have not been able to do these things."

Lin Weimin nodded happily and said, "It's best if you can understand this truth."

Weighing the manuscript in his hand, he said: "There is only one criterion for whether a novel can be published, which is whether the work can touch people's hearts. It has nothing to do with your emotions, creative purpose, or the source of the subject matter."

At this moment, Mo Yan understood the truth and calmed down, "I understand."

Lin Weimin stopped talking to Mo Yan and concentrated on reading the manuscript. Mo Yan sat quietly drinking tea and picked up the books on the office bookshelf.

The morning passed in a flash. Lin Weimin twisted his somewhat stiff neck and raised his head from the manuscript.

Mo Yan was disturbed by his movements and put down the book in his hand, "Teacher Lin, what do you think?"

"Surge and full of power!" Lin Weimin praised without hesitation.

Mo Yan's uneasiness disappeared after hearing his compliment, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were so narrow that he could hardly see.

"The Song of Garlic Sprouts in Paradise" should be Mo Yan's first full-length novel in the strict sense. "Red Sorghum" is said to be a full-length novel, but it is actually a collection of five novellas. It is barely considered a full-length novel. a little.

This novel, based on real events, was created in a very short time and is full of emotional tension. Through the text, you can feel Mo Yan's inner anger when he wrote this novel.

"Then...is it okay to publish it?" Mo Yan asked expectantly.

Lin Weimin nodded and said: "Of course it's no problem, but..."

"But what?" Mo Yan felt anxious again.

"This novel is too realistic and the style is too extensive. It is very different from your previous style. I'm afraid you have to be prepared to be scolded!" Lin Weimin said.

Mo Yan felt relieved, "As long as I can express it, I can scold him as much as I want."

Lin Weimin could naturally see that Mo Yan wrote this novel as a plea for the people.

Once this sense of mission and honor arises, God will kill God if he stands in his way, and Buddha will kill if he stands in the way of Buddha. Lin Weimin will not be able to stop him even if he comes.

"Okay, don't make it look like you're going to the execution ground. If you have the energy, revise the novel properly!" Lin Weimin handed the manuscript to Mo Yan, "It's a good thing that the novel was written in one go and full of emotions. But it was written too hastily. , many sentences are too rough, and the rhetoric is also very problematic, so it will take some time to revise and revise them."

Mo Yan took the manuscript and said, "No problem, I'll go back and revise the manuscript."

After Mo Yan left, Lin Weimin called Yu Hua.

There is no other purpose than telling him that Mo Yan has written another novel to stimulate him!