1980 My literary era

The incident involving the writers group visiting France had just subsided, and it was revealed that Lin Weimin, a famous writer, had withdrawn from the Association for Literary and Art Circles. It was hard not to make people think of this.

Many media came to the Literary and Art Association for confirmation. The Literary and Art Association kept it secretive for a long time, and finally confirmed that this was indeed the case.

Once the report was released, it immediately caused an uproar in public opinion.

The Literary and Art Association is a stronghold for writers. Lin Weimin is now very well-known in the country. He has won various awards at home and abroad, and his novels have been sold in millions. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the brand of the Literary and Art Association. With his identity, status and fame , why did you suddenly withdraw from the Cultural Association?

When "Hunting" was criticized after it was published, the "Literary Newspaper" sponsored by the Literary and Art Association even came to help Lin Weimin. In the eyes of readers, the relationship between Lin Weimin and the Literary and Art Association was extremely good.

As a result, now I just quit as soon as I said I was quitting. This is not right no matter how I think about it.

There were many reporters who were skeptical about this matter. They tried to find out the reason from the Cultural Association, but were turned away.

Many reporters approached Lin Weimin again. Now that the matter has gradually calmed down, Lin Weimin did not want to cause any more twists and turns, and also blocked all interviews.

Not getting a conclusive answer from the parties involved did not affect the media and the public's desire to explore.

Soon, a rumor spread.

Lin Weimin quit the Association because he was dissatisfied with what the visiting writers did abroad and angry at the Association for Literary and Art Circles' inaction.

This news was in line with the voices of the angry people during this period. It spread at a rapid speed in the country, and it took only a few days for the news to spread.

As a result, Lin Weimin gained another halo in the hearts of the Chinese people. Not only was he a great writer who won many awards and brought honor to the country, but he also hated evil and fought against the ugly phenomena in the literary world. He would rather be broken than destroyed.

"It's really not me. Can't you still trust my character?"

On the phone, Li Xiangyang's voice sounded a bit gloating.

The reasons for Lin Weimin's withdrawal from the Cultural Association were widely circulated outside, and the content was basically true. I saw that the news was spreading more and more widely.

Lin Weimin called Li Xiangyang and asked if the news came from him.

"Just because it's you, I can't believe it." Lin Weimin said.

Li Xiangyang said seriously: "I'm not kidding you. You really want to know who spread this news?"

"Who?" Lin Weimin asked immediately after hearing Li Xiangyang's words.

If Li Xiangyang can say this, he must know something.

"You, a 12th-level cadre, are not very well informed!" Li Xiangyang joked.

"Stop talking nonsense, what's going on?" Lin Weimin asked.

"This farce has dealt a big blow to the image of domestic writers. The relevant departments must introduce a positive image!"

Li Xiangyang's words awakened Lin Weimin, "Am I... being a role model?"

"It doesn't matter. This matter must not be done openly. Isn't that the same as beating those people to death! It is just spontaneous publicity to restore some image of the writers as a group.

Lin Weimin sighed: "The bosses are really well-intentioned!"

"There is no way. Managing a big country is like cooking a small dish. It is impossible to be like those writers and talk about everything for the sake of unity! After all, it is all internal contradictions."

"You don't know yet, right? As soon as the news came out, many people guessed that the sentence at the end of my report was said by you."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "You can guess it. The news has spread anyway."

The two sighed a few words and hung up the phone.

A few days later, Lin Weimin went to the office for a meeting, which was a usual retreat meeting.

The consequences of the French Incident of the Writers Group gradually emerged, and the leaders focused on the negative impact of this incident during the meeting.

After the meeting, the new leader Du Shu called Lin Weimin to his office. After Lin Weimin entered, Cheng Wuchun just left.

"I went to a meeting, and the leader heard about you, but he praised you all over, saying that you have a stand and an attitude." The leader said with a smile.

Lin Weimin didn't dare to ask which leader it was, "I was also furious for a moment. I actually don't object to what they said, I just think it's inappropriate in such an occasion."

The leader nodded in approval and praised: "This is the overall view. What those people lack is your overall view."

He added: "I read the NC, and I also read the report in the Yanjing Youth Daily. Is that what you said?"

Lin Weimin smiled.

"Not bad, really good. He has the character of the older generation of proletarian writers!"

These words of praise made Lin Weimin a little panicked, wondering if the leader had ill intentions towards him.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, until he left the office, he didn't see any excessive demands from the leader. Lin Weimin couldn't help but feel ashamed of his petty heart.

How can you think so about leadership?

Back at the Chinese Literature Society, Cheng Wuchun approached Lin Weimin and asked him how the Chinese version of "No matter what, life is beautiful" was going.

"Come on, come on!" Lin Weimin said perfunctorily and without sincerity.

"How long has it been, can't you kid have some snacks?"

"Isn't this busy? I'll finish writing it in a few days."

After chatting for a while, Cheng Wanchun changed the topic again and said: "Last month's "The Song of Garlic Sprouts on the Rooftop"..."

"What's wrong?" Lin Weimin immediately became alert.

"What can I do? I'm sensitive. Please be more careful in the future."

Lin Weimin was suspicious, remembering his passing by Cheng Wuchun when he went to the leader's office, "Did the leader say something to you?"

"I guess you still ask questions knowingly? I think you are just pretending to be confused because you understand!"

"Look at what you said, it's as if I deliberately went against you, the leader."

"How often have you been against me?"

"It's so emotionally damaging to talk like this."

After joking for a while, Cheng Wanchun said seriously: "Pay more attention in the future."

"I know, I will definitely do it next time."

"The Song of Garlic Sprouts in Paradise" was published in the fourth issue of "Contemporary" in April. The response was mediocre, but it is precisely because of this reputation that this energetic novel did not cause as much controversy as many works that criticize current ills. .

Mo Yan was a little disappointed with the response to this novel. He originally thought that this novel would cause a certain response.

"Your kid's idea is a bit dangerous. Repercussions are not necessarily a good thing. Isn't it good to be like this now? You've seen what you need to see, and you don't need to take any risks in terms of public opinion."

Lin Weimin's persuasion made Mo Yan nodded, and that was correct.

Lin Weimin added: "The treatment of this novel is indeed a bit rough. We cannot ignore the pursuit of creation just because of its original intention."

Mo Yan said: "I learned a lesson this time."

After work, Lin Weimin's car drove onto Xizhimen Inner Street, passed Xinjiekou, and stopped in front of the Yongxingbeile Mansion.

It has been more than half a year since Li Guangfu took over this place last summer and helped Lin Weimin find Professor Guo Daiheng from Shuimu to take charge of the renovation work.

When Lin Weimin came in, the workers in the yard were getting off work.

In more than half a year, this place has almost become a large construction site, and there has been no obvious change due to the passage of time.

"Alas! We underestimated the difficulty of renovating this mansion."

Guo Daiheng was a little embarrassed when chatting with Lin Weimin. According to her plan for Lin Weimin, the renovation of Yongxingbeile Mansion only took a year and a half.

But according to the current progress, it will not be completed even in two years.

It is too difficult to maintain the original flavor of the building and modernize the interior without losing the original charm.

In the past, the restoration of ancient buildings she was responsible for had only one purpose, but it was easier to do.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's okay, don't be in a hurry, I'll settle it when it's done."

In the past two years, the deposits in his bank account have been expanding faster and faster, and he no longer knows what to do.

He plans to go to the United States next time to buy some stocks or something. Anyway, the money will grow long anyway, so it is better to do some investment. Microsoft and Apple are coming, so we are not exempt from the custom and invest in stocks.

Li Guangfu smiled and said, "We feel comfortable working when we meet a boss like you, Mr. Lin, who is easy to talk to."

Guo Daiheng didn't understand Li Guangfu's flattery, but she nodded in approval.

No matter what kind of project, the budget and construction period are generally fixed. But when Lin Weimin came here, everything was as he pleased.

It is a blessing to cooperate with such people.

"All I want is results!" Lin Weimin said, looking at the messy courtyard.

Of course, his good words are not without reason, everything is for good results.

"Don't worry, we will do our best." Guo Daiheng promised.

Lin Weimin had a relaxed smile on his face, "I'll let you worry."

"It should be." Li Guangfu also said.

A few days later, Lin Weimin finally finished writing the Chinese version of "Nothing" and handed it over to the club, eliminating Cheng Wanchun's constant nagging.

That morning, Qin Chaoyang came to visit the editorial office. The old comrade rarely appeared in the Chinese Literature Society after his retirement. His sudden appearance made his colleagues very curious.

While chatting, Tan Chaoyang talked about Rong Shihui's situation.

In 1984, Rong Shihui was transferred from the Chinese Literature Society to the Writers Publishing House.

Lao Rong is recognized as one of the four famous editors in Yanjing. He has no choice in terms of professional ability. He did not become a leader in the Chinese Literature Society, but he did an outstanding job when he went to the Writers Publishing House. This year he just became the deputy editor-in-chief of the Writers Publishing House. Retired from the post.

Now he is re-employed by the Writers Publishing House and is responsible for the final review of some novel manuscripts.

"I'm not saying that you retired old men don't take good care of themselves after retirement and think about making use of their remaining energy all day long. This blocks the progress of our young people!" Lin Weimin joked.

Tan Chaoyang said with a smile: "I have completely retreated. You have to go to Lao Rong to tell me about this."

"You have to talk about him. Let's do this. I'll treat you two to dinner tonight, and we'll criticize him together."

It's said to be a criticism, but in reality it's a treat.

In the past few years, Lin Weimin and Rong Shihui could count the number of times they had met on one hand. Looking back, he was the one who led him when he first entered the editorial department, so he had a master-disciple relationship.

As soon as he left, Lin Weimin picked up Qin Chaoyang and ran ahead for a while, and drove to the northeast corner of Changhong Bridge on the East Third Ring Road, where there is the "Gemini Tower". The two buildings stand side by side and look exactly the same, square and regular.

The building is sixteen stories high, facing the Tuanjiehu community where Lin Weimin lives in winter, and overlooking a cluster of "dwarf" multi-story buildings.

These two buildings belong to different units. The Tongguang Building is to the east and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles Building is to the west. The building was jointly built by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Association for Literary and Art Circles. According to the size of the investment, the Literary and Art Circles Association occupied three floors, and the Writers' Publishing House was on the fourth floor of the building.

When Lin Weimin and Tan Chaoyang found the fourth floor, the publishing house was catching up with the rush to get off work. They spotted Rong Shihui in the editorial department who was unhurriedly packing his things.

"Laorong!" Lin Weimin shouted.

Rong Shihui looked up and saw Lin Weimin and Tan Chaoyang, with surprise on their faces.

"Why are you two here?"

"Come and see you!" Tan Chaoyang said with a smile.

"It's time to get off work. Let's take a walk and have some food together!" Rong Shihui said enthusiastically.

Tan Chaoyang pointed at Lin Weimin and said, "You don't have to say this? Do you see? This guy was brought here by me specifically to check out."

Rong Shihui laughed.