1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin is not only responsible for checkout, but also responsible for picking up and delivering cars.

Rong Shihui was riding in his Mercedes-Benz for the first time and couldn't help but said: "I've heard for a long time that this is the first Mercedes-Benz in Yanjing, and today I can actually ride in it."

"Don't listen to their nonsense. There are too many Mercedes-Benzes in Yanjing."

"Which of those cars has a local Yanjing license plate?"

Rong Shihui and Qin Chaoyang were sitting in the car. Normally, no one was Lin Weimin's opponent in a one-on-one match, but it was different today. The gang committed the crime with full firepower.

Ma Kai Restaurant opened in the 1950s on Gulou West Street. It is one of the earliest Hunan restaurants in Yanjing. Many Yanjing people have their wedding banquets here.

Hunan cuisine is Rong Shihui's hometown dish. When he arrived at the door of the restaurant, he couldn't help but sniff, looking intoxicated.

“After all these years, the taste here is still the most authentic!”

We went into the restaurant and ordered a few dishes, and the three of us sat together and chatted.

In the four years since he left the Chinese Publishing House, Rong Shihui's career has taken a beautiful parabola. He became the deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing house. Now he has retired and been re-employed. He is responsible for the final review of some of the novels of the publishing house. He used his remaining energy and retired. There are not so many worries and I am in a good mood.

Qin Chaoyang is now over seventy years old. Unlike Rong Shihui who has just retired and still has the ambition to use his remaining energy, he is now truly enjoying his life, planting flowers and raising fish every day, and his life is like a fairy.

Lin Weimin felt sad when he heard about the retirement life of the two of them, "There are still more than thirty years until my retirement. When will it be over?"

Tan Chaoyang laughed and scolded: "You are so impatient! How about we switch?"

Before Lin Weimin could speak, Rong Shihui said: "A lot of money can't buy a moment. I really envy Weimin and his generation for catching up with the good times!"

Continuing chatting, while Qin Chaoyang was going to the toilet, Rong Shihui suddenly said: "For the people, how is Lao Zhang doing in "Contemporary"?"

Lin Weimin immediately became alert, "Why are you asking him?"

"You care about old comrades, look at your attitude."

Lin Weimin said: "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You are an old man who has retired, but you still want to be a matchmaker and pull women?"

Rong Shihui scolded: "You are already the deputy editor-in-chief, and you still want to exploit us old comrades. The capitalists are not as evil as you. Lao Zhang is not a few years younger than me, and he is about to retire. People are moving." Wouldn't it be a good thing to die, move the tree, and improve the treatment?"

"You want to poach my people, but you still don't allow me to speak?" Lin Weimin retorted, and then asked: "Do you really want to poach Lao Zhang?"

Rong Shihui said sternly: "I just resigned, and the other deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing house will also retire this year. There is a shortage of jobs in the agency, and someone needs to take over. I thought that Lao Zhang would be a good fit, and he has excellent business ability. It’s also the right age.”

"You're going to be the deputy editor-in-chief? Can you make the decision?"

Lin Weimin was very suspicious of this. Comrade Lao Rong once had a nickname in the Chinese Literature Society, "Rong Da Chui", and even his son called him that.

"Don't you have to fight for it? If you let him go, I will talk to the club."

Lin Weimin said quietly: "Old Rong, I have never seen you work so hard when you were in "Contemporary"!"

“When I was at Contemporary, the company didn’t even let me be the deputy editor-in-chief!”

There is nothing wrong with what he said.

"Sure, you have to study this matter clearly and I will let Lao Zhang go." Lin Weimin said.

"It's a deal!"

After eating one meal and taking away one of his generals, Lin Weimin felt so embarrassed that he wanted to vomit blood.

But for an individual, this is a good thing after all, and he can't stop it.

Before leaving, he saw Rong Shihui holding a cigarette in his hand. He recalled that he had not been idle since he entered the door. He smoked almost a pack of cigarettes in more than two hours. Lin Weimin couldn't help but said: "How old are you? Don't smoke when you have nothing to do." Light a cigarette and be careful to smoke out lung cancer.”

"Bah, bah, bah! Crow's mouth! Why don't I dig you out? You kid, your mouth is too bad!"

"I'm doing this all for your own good. After retirement, I can live for two more years and get my pension for free. How great!"

Rong Shihui said contemptuously: "Vulgar! Your consciousness needs to be improved!"

Bickering, several people left Ma Kai's restaurant.

The next day, Lin Weimin brought Zhang Zhonge to his office and told him about the situation at Rong Shihui.

"There is a vacancy for a deputy editor at Writer's Publishing House, and Lao Rong is helping you fight for it. How about it? Are you willing to go?"

Zhang Zhong'e was very surprised, but after thinking for a moment, he didn't lie, "Of course I'm willing to go."

"Well, when there is news over there, Lao Rong will definitely look for you."

"Thank you, for the people!"

"Why are you thanking me? This is a good thing. If it happens, I will be happy for you.

However, I told Lao Rong that if he hadn't been the deputy editor, I wouldn't have let him go. "Lin Weimin smiled.

Zhang Zhong'e understood his good intentions. Since he wanted to move, he would naturally have to run towards people to reach higher ground, so it would be pointless to keep calm.

"That's the truth."

A few days later, Lin Weimin received a letter from Ma Yuan.

After graduating from college in 1982, Ma Yuan started working in the snow area. Except for occasionally attending PEN meetings, he was basically invisible. It has been six years now.

In the past few years, Lin Weimin introduced new novels and promoted "avant-garde novels" to a wide range of readers. Ma Yuan surprised the public with "The Temptation of Gangdise".

He has produced a lot of works in the past few years, but none of them have reached the height of "The Temptation of Gangdise".

This time he wrote to Lin Weimin about work. He had stayed in the snow area for six years and planned to be transferred back to Liaodong.

The biggest motivation for Ma Yuan to transfer back to Liaodong was the birth of his child last year. The conditions in the snow area were difficult and there was nothing for adults. The child was too young, which was heartbreaking. Lin Weimin took the time to write him a reply.

"Teacher Lin, the sample booklet is out!"

Tong Zhonggui knocked on the door of Lin Weimin's office and sent him a sample booklet "No matter what, life is beautiful".

This novel is unique among Lin Weimin's works in that it was published first in English, then in French, and finally in Chinese.

Lin Weimin took the sample book and looked through it, nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad!"

Tong Zhonggui said: "It is really a pity that your novel was not published in our "Contemporary"."

"After all, it is a foreign historical background. It seems a bit unfamiliar to domestic readers. Now it is published directly. If you like it, just buy it and read it yourself!"

Tong Zhonggui nodded and said, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is the weekend, Lin Weimin asked: "What's the matter?"

"My yard has been tidied up and I plan to move there tomorrow." Tong Zhonggui said.

Lin Weimin said happily: "This is a good thing, let's have fun together."

"I've told everyone, it's just you."

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow."

Influenced by Lin Weimin, Tong Zhonggui has always wanted to build a courtyard house in Yanjing, and has been saving royalties for the past few years.

In total, he has published more than a dozen short stories and short stories in the past few years, some of which were published in "Contemporary". The total of his works of 300,000 to 400,000 words has also brought him a lot of attention. Philippine income.

After "Wives and Concubines" was published last year, he received the largest royalties in recent years, and he was thinking about the house.

I finally bought a two-bedroom courtyard house near Shichahai at the beginning of this year. It took me two or three months to pack it up and I will move soon.

The next weekend, a group of colleagues came to Tong Zhonggui's yard in the morning. Lin Weimin came a little late. He ran to push Shi Tiesheng over. Tong Zhonggui's house was only a few steps away from Lin Weimin's house on Baimi Xiejie. One mile.

Everyone visited Tong Zhonggui's new home, and several people exclaimed in admiration.

"Oh! It has to be a talented young man. Xiao Tong is only twenty-five this year, and he bought a house in Yanjing with his royalties."

"Xiao Tong is still young, but he can be considered outstanding in our society, right? Count how many of the younger generation can publish several works like him every year?"

"It's not that there are a few, but there are none. Xiao Tong still has aura!"

Tong Zhonggui was embarrassed by everyone's praise, and he was busy serving tea and water to everyone.

Seeing this, Liu Yin couldn't help but joked: "Xiao Tong, look, we already have this house, is there anything missing?"

Yao Shuzhi immediately answered: "What else is missing?"

"What's the difference? Of course she's the hostess!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, while Tong Zhonggui scratched his head shyly.

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng around in the courtyard, watching Mo Yan squatting next to everyone, watching everyone laughing and saying nothing, that was his normal state.

"I haven't seen Yu Hua for a long time." Shi Tiesheng said suddenly.

"If you miss him, give him a call. Now that you have a reason to ask for leave, you will probably be able to see him in a few days."

Shi Tiesheng was amused by him, "You have figured out this kid's temperament."

"It's really not easy to see each other after this separation." Lin Weimin said with emotion.

"Yes, but every time we see each other again, it is more valuable because of this." Shi Tiesheng said.

Lin Weimin nodded slightly.

The two of them walked over to Mo Yan, and seeing his sad face, Lin Weimin asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Mo Yan stood up and said it insincerely.

"The lie you told is very insincere and too false." Lin Weimin joked.

Mo Yan was in a low mood, "I miss home and my mother. I should bring her to Yanjing to enjoy a few years of happiness."

Chinese people always have certain plots engraved in their bones. For example, when we see land, we think of food and harvest; when we see a house, we think of home and mother.

"It's a pity...I'm just a passerby in Yanjing."

Lin Weimin said: "If you want to stay, just stay here. After graduation, it won't be difficult to find a way to stay in Yanjing."

At this point, Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Mo Yan buying a house in Yanjing with the Nobel Prize money.

Things are different now. Mo Yan had bought a house in Yanjing before, but he had not yet come to Yanjing to complete his work. Netizens have lost a bit of fun since then.

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin with only one thought in his mind.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Things that are easy for Teacher Lin are as difficult as climbing to the sky in his opinion.

Seeing his gloomy look, Lin Weimin said, "Don't be so depressed. You are a well-known writer after all. Is this a difficult thing?"

"Difficult!" Mo Yan choked out one word.

"I'll do it for you." Lin Weimin said happily.

Mo Yan was inexplicably surprised, "Really? Teacher Lin!"

"But..." Lin Weimin began to ponder again after finishing speaking.

Mo Yan immediately raised his eyebrows when he saw this, "But what?"

"With your current work, it's still a bit lacking and not enough to convince the public." Lin Weimin said with some regret.

Mo Yan blurted out, "I'll write it!"

This sentence "I write" is very spiritual. It seems that it does not answer the question, but it completely meets the key points of Teacher Lin's words.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but nodded. Children can be taught.

It has to be you!

Such comrades are the talents that every publication desires!

The more Teacher Lin looks at Mo Yan's small eyes now, the more he feels that they are filled with the light of wisdom.

"Come on, tell me, what are you writing recently? Do you have any inspiration?"

Lin Weimin no longer cared about Shi Tiesheng. He took Mo Yan and sat aside, caring about his creation, study and life.

Well, mainly creating.

When Tong Zhonggui saw Lin Weimin holding Mo Yan to talk about new works, he couldn't help but admire him. Perhaps only Teacher Lin's spirit can make "Contemporary" continue to produce excellent works and achieve huge sales.

The other colleagues looked at Mo Yan who was trapped by Lin Weimin and shook their heads sympathetically.

Let Weimin get involved and a good weekend will be ruined!

On the other hand, Mo Yan, with Lin Weimin's promise to stay in Beijing, was bursting with inspiration and literary thoughts. He didn't have any ideas at first, but he suppressed them out of desperation.

Lin Weimin listened to his story and thought about it, nodding from time to time. Finally, when the exchange was almost complete, he said: "This is a good idea. Write it down later and show it to me!"

"good!"