1980 My literary era

The novel "No matter what, life is beautiful" is not only different from the past through the channel of publication, but also the era background and character setting are also different from the past.

Many people thought they had bought the wrong book when they first read this novel. When they flipped through the cover, it turned out that the name "Lin Weimin" was indeed written on it.

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The style of this novel is different from the masterpieces by French writers such as Balzac and Alexandre Dumas that many literature lovers read. The story is extremely joyful from the beginning. Many older readers even feel that this is a novel after reading the first 20,000 words. Such a happy atmosphere is somewhat unrealistic.

Most readers can't help but frown after reading the middle part. If this novel continues this trend, it will probably be a mediocre joy.

Many critics didn't even have time to read the rest of the film, and judged that Lin Weimin had lost his standard this time just by looking at the front content.

They have even figured out the reason.

It's just that I went to France to receive the Goncourt Literature Prize, saw the colorful world of France, and was praised by others. I became confused and overestimated my ability to write such a work that flatters the French.

There are many people who hold this idea. Some of them did not choose to read any more and began to write furiously, preparing to denounce Lin Weimin's depravity.

Others, on the other hand, continued reading patiently.

After they saw that the Galliyan family was captured by the Nazis and taken to the concentration camp, many people nodded, and the story finally had some arc.

When they saw Galiyang telling his son that this was just a game, many people's eyes lit up and they began to have expectations in their hearts.

As Galiyan risked his life again and again to weave beautiful dreams for his son, the readers' hearts were completely controlled by this novel. Everyone was worried about Galiyang's safety, and even more about his every life. A heart-wrenching adventure.

In the second half of the story, the Nazis retreated and the people in the concentration camp could finally escape from the devil's cave. The readers breathed a sigh of relief for Galliyan.

But no one expected that just when Galyan hid his son in the iron cabinet and prepared to find and rescue his wife, the god of fate no longer favored him, and he was discovered by Nazi soldiers.

No one could control the tears in their eyes when they saw Galliyan taking comical strides and smiling at the iron cabinet where his son was, while the young son thought it was a game.

All the joy turned into boundless sadness and pain at this moment, rushing towards the readers, which caught people off guard and made them heartbroken on the spot.

Until he finally saw his son being carried onto a tank by soldiers, Galliyan fulfilled his promise to his son, but he lost his life forever.

Many people closed their books, wiped their tears and cursed!

The stupid Lin Weimin is really capable of making people cry.

Many people are immersed in depressed emotions but are a little confused. In fact, there are not many gray plots in the novel "Nothing". Most of the time it is happy. The novels you have read before are darker and sadder than this. Fanji, why do you feel so painful and depressed this time?

This group of people read the novel several times and finally discovered something fishy.

They looked through the novel and found no description with negative emotions. All the scenes were happy. Even the Nazis in the novel were flesh and blood.

From the beginning to the end, people are completely immersed in a joyful and a bit tense atmosphere.

Until Galliyan was caught by Nazi soldiers, in a description of just a few hundred words, readers did not even see a positive depiction of Galiyan's death.

There was only one gunshot, heralding Galliyan's death.

The readers analyzed the novel and finally understood that Lin Weimin did it purely on purpose this time.

Moreover, his skills are extremely clever. He wants to write a tragedy, but he writes it in a comedy way, making you happy from beginning to end, but at the end he feeds you a piece of shit, which is hard to guard against.

Many people were crying and cursing: "This old thief is so cruel and ruthless! He has no conscience!"

The style of being happy first (99%) and then sad (1%) makes the novel "None" leave an indelible impression on all readers who have read the novel. Many people have read the novel for several days and still can't get enough of it. Son.

This novel is so sweet at the beginning, but so sad at the end.

This group of readers are immersed in such a mood and feel extremely depressed every time they think of the ending of the novel.

Even when relatives, friends, and colleagues around them asked about their evaluation of the novel, almost all of these people had the idea of ​​​​helping all sentient beings in their hearts.

"Okay! It's so well written!"

"This novel is a joy from beginning to end."

"Believe me, this novel has a unique style and is definitely a masterpiece that cannot be missed in recent years!"

More and more naive and ignorant readers who do not know the truth are led into the trap by a group of dark and scheming bitches. When they wake up, they no longer care to scold those who pushed them into the pit of fire.

Everyone wiped away tears and cursed Old Thief Lin angrily!

Readers were filled with grief and indignation, and a flurry of letters from readers flew to the Chinese Literature Society, in which they constantly denounced Lin Weimin's sinister intentions.

There are also many young readers crying and asking Lin Weimin to change the ending for them. Galiyan must live until the war is won and the family is happy.

After signing for the printed manuscript fee slip, the young man in the front building reminded: "Teacher Lin, please go and collect the letters from the front building. There is no room for them in the communication room."

"You guys, please help me deal with it first!" Lin Weimin said.

The young man smiled bitterly and said: "I can't handle it. Readers like you are too crazy. When we sorted it out earlier, we found that many letters were written by one reader. There are many such cases, they are all students."

Lin Weimin was also a little helpless, "These people can't make a living reading a novel. They just read it how the author writes it. Why do they have so many opinions?"

In the past, when he wrote novels, there were many letters from readers, both critical and praising, but everyone only discussed the matter and the novel.

I don’t know what happened to “Nothing” this time, but all the letters came asking him to change the ending.

Lin Weimin felt very aggrieved. I worked so hard to write such a perfect ending for you, but you actually asked me to change it?

It’s true that wild boars can’t eat fine chaff!

"This only proves that your novel is well written!" The young man flattered him.

Lin Weimin nodded, the young man has a future.

I went to the front building to sort out some of the letters from readers and put them in the trunk of the car.

"Decorate more, decorate more!" Uncle Zhai urged.

"I can't hold it anymore, next time, next time." Lin Weimin said.

Uncle Zhai packed up the letter for Lin Weimin and opened the back seat of the car, "Can't this still be fake?"

"You are a bit unprofessional!"

Uncle Zhai closed the car door with a bang.

"I am doing this for the safety of the community. There are so many letters in the house. I will go back to smoke a cigarette and then set the building on fire."

"Then you should quit smoking."

"You kid want my life?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you that smoking too much can easily lead to lung cancer!"

"You bastard!"

Amid Uncle Zhai's harmonious (po) sounds (kou) and soft (da) words (ma), Lin Weimin returned to the back building.

It's almost five o'clock now, and my colleagues in the editorial department are getting ready to get off work.

Zhang Zhong'e was packing his things, moving slowly. Everyone in the office watched his movements, and the atmosphere was dull.

His work transfer has been completed, and he will report to Writers Publishing House next week. The deputy editor-in-chief will not be coming tomorrow.

Lao Rong didn't brag this time.

"Lao Zhang, hurry up, I'm waiting for you to eat!" Lin Weimin said loudly.

Zhang Zhong'e put everything in his hand into his bag, "Here he comes!"

His movements seemed to be faster all of a sudden, and he greeted his colleagues: "Let's go, let's have a lot of fun today!"

Everyone's faces showed knowing smiles, "Let's go!"

"Where are we going to eat today?" everyone asked after leaving the gate of the Chinese Literature Society.

"Dong Laishun!" Lin Weimin waved his hand.

"Eating again?"

"I have decided that if anyone from our editorial department leaves in the future, we will host a table in Donglaishun." Lin Weimin said.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhang Zhong'e was looking back and forth at the building of the Chinese Literature Society in melancholy, but he was disgusted by Lin Weimin's words. "Can you have some virtue in your words? We old comrades have finally escaped from your oppression. , I have to be stimulated by you before I leave."

"Old comrades, don't engage in those feudal superstitions. You are now a leader after all."

Lin Weimin's jokes diluted the sadness of parting, and a group of people laughed and went to Donglaishun.

The next day, the editorial department went to work again. Without Zhang Zhong'e, an old colleague, the atmosphere in the office was a little dull. At this time, someone knocked on the office door.

Tong Zhonggui sat next to the door and asked, "Hello, what do you want?"

The visitor said: "I'll submit the article!"

"Contemporary" is a well-known literary journal in China. It is not surprising that someone comes to submit articles. Tong Zhonggui said: "You give me the manuscript and I will register it."

The visitor took out the manuscript from his bag and was about to hand it to Tong Zhonggui when he pulled back and said, "This manuscript is not mine. I am submitting it for a friend."

Tong Zhonggui was slightly surprised, and then said: "It doesn't matter. It's the same if you provide your friend's information to me. We have registered and after reading the manuscript, we will contact your friend and tell him whether the manuscript has been accepted."

The visitor handed the manuscript to Tong Zhonggui, and when he was registering, he added: "I have another letter here, written by Mr. Zhou Shanhu, the editor-in-chief of "Yellow River" magazine, I want to..."

When the visitor saw Tong Zhonggui's brows furrowed, he stopped talking.

"Comrade, our "Contemporary" has only one standard for using manuscripts, which is the quality of the manuscript itself."

The visitor knew that Tong Zhonggui had misunderstood, and said quickly: "I know, I know. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it like that. This letter is a spontaneous recommendation letter written by this senior. My friend's novel is very good, but There was no magazine willing to publish it, so this old man felt sorry for it, so he wrote a letter of recommendation."

The person who came said that and handed the letter over. Tong Zhonggui hesitated, feeling that it was either a matter of accepting it or not.

Helplessly, he stood up and said, "Wait a moment, I'll ask for you."

Tong Zhonggui knocked on the door of Lin Weimin's office with the letter and manuscript, "Teacher Lin, there is a manuscript here that you may want to take a look at."

"Any questions?" Lin Weimin looked up from the manuscript.

"It was said that the editor-in-chief of Yellow River magazine wrote a letter of recommendation."

After hearing this, Lin Weimin put down the manuscript in his hand, stood up and took the letter and manuscript. He only glanced at the content of the letter and froze there.