1980 My literary era

In the first month of the year, the flavor of the New Year is still very strong before the fifteenth day.

On the fifteenth day of the 15th day, Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin came to Qizuo Hutong, planning to have a lively meal and celebrate the Lantern Festival.

Today is the festival, but Han Zhuangzhuang is not here.

"Ben Ming Nian" directed by Xie Fei was shortlisted for the main competition of this year's Berlin International Film Festival. Han Zhuangzhuang flew to Berlin with director Xie Fei a few days ago.

In 1987, Zhang Yimou won the Golden Bear Award at the Berlin Film Festival for "Red Sorghum", which gave the domestic film industry a shot in the arm. It also became a nationally known event and made Zhang Yimou, a great director, famous.

This time, a Chinese film was once again shortlisted for the main competition, which naturally attracted the attention of many media and enthusiastic film audiences.

The Berlin Film Festival should be regarded as a blessed place for Chinese films. After all, the first world-wide authoritative award won by the Chinese film industry was here.

Yesterday was the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, February 9th in the Western calendar. The Berlin Film Festival had just concluded, and good news came.

Director Xie Fei won the Silver Bear Award at this year's Berlin International Film Festival for "Ben Ming Year".

The highest award at the Berlin Film Festival is the Golden Bear, which is equivalent to the Academy Award for best film, while the Silver Bear is the second highest award after the Golden Bear and represents the best director award.

Although it is slightly inferior to Zhang Yimou's Golden Bear Award, it is still a rare award. At least before Zhang Yimou, no Chinese filmmaker had won an award of this level before.

The news of winning the award came last night. Early this morning, domestic public opinion was boiling. Many authoritative media reported the news.

This time Xie Fei can be regarded as rectifying the reputation of the fourth generation directors who have wasted half their life. Your fifth generation has Zhang Yimou, and our fourth generation is not bad either.

"Ben Ming Nian" won the Silver Bear Award at the Berlin Film Festival, and the biggest winner was naturally director Xie Fei.

Apart from director Xie Fei, the actor who gained the most was undoubtedly Han Zhuangzhuang.

In 1987, "Red Sorghum" exploded in Berlin and won the Golden Bear, the highest award. Han Zhuangzhuang and Gong Li, two newcomers to the film industry, appeared in front of the world's media as the leading actors and actresses.

After "Red Sorghum", Gong Li first starred in "The Last Emperor", which won her Oscar recognition, then starred in a Hollywood movie, and recently returned to Zhang Yimou's movie, and has become an internationally popular movie star.

As both starring actors in "Red Sorghum", Han Zhuangzhuang and Gong Li made completely different choices.

After "Red Sorghum", Han Zhuangzhuang chose An Xin to act in Renyi. During this period, many directors and scripts approached him, but Han Zhuangzhuang rejected them all. He kept Lin Weimin's advice in mind, and he waited until Xie Fei found him He acted in "Ben Ming Nian".

This time "Ben Ming Nian" won the award again, and Han Zhuangzhuang was the leading actor again.

After three years of silence, he once again left his mark at the Berlin Film Festival and consolidated his popularity in the world of film circles. His reputation in China is also at its peak.

Han Zhuangzhuang competed at the Berlin Film Festival. When the good news came, the whole family cheered and there was a joyful atmosphere at home.

Han Dingbang and Yin Geli cooked a table of sumptuous dishes, and everyone sat together and chatted while eating.

While chatting, Han Dingbang suddenly asked: "Weimin, you and Huimin have been married for almost a year, right?"

Lin Weimin suddenly had an unknown premonition. This tone seemed a bit familiar!

"Soon."

"You're not young anymore. You're already thirty-one after this year, and you're already thirty-one."

When Han Dingbang said this, Lin Weimin and his wife already understood, and Tao Huimin was a little embarrassed.

"While you are young now, you should hurry up and have children."

Lin Weimin said: "Brother-in-law, now the workplace allows late childbirth. Before Huimin and I got married, we paid a deposit for late childbirth, which is four hundred yuan!"

"Stop talking nonsense to me, Huimin didn't give birth late enough, didn't you have enough? Besides, you are short of four hundred yuan?" Han Dingbang scolded Lin Weimin.

Seeing that he was not fooled, Lin Weimin said helplessly: "I know."

Han Dingbang picked up his fat granddaughter again and said, "My daughter is already three years old. It is inappropriate for an elder like him to come out too late."

Tao Huimin couldn't help it and laughed. She naturally understood that the "elder" Han Dingbang said was referring to her and Lin Weimin's future children.

Tao Huimin was overjoyed at the thought of her newly born little one being called "younger brother" or "younger sister" by Han Zhuangzhuang, a sturdy eldest brother.

"I know you young people have been thinking about a life of two for a few years, but you are not young anymore. I can help you with the children. If you can't trust me, you are not short of money. You can find a nanny... "

Han Dingbang murmured incessantly, and Lin Weimin hummed in agreement. After talking for a long time, the couple left the Painted Alley.

Two days later, early in the morning, the conference room on the second floor of the front building of the Chinese Literature Society was busy. Today, a seminar on the work of "White Deer Plain" will be held here. All the important figures in the domestic literary and critical circles are here.

Cheng Zhongshi, a writer born and raised in the Shaanxi literary world, held a seminar on his works. Today, half of the Shaanxi literary world came.

Writers from the older generation include Wang Wenshi, Du Pengcheng, and Li Ruobing, while younger writers include Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Wang Peng, and others.

In addition to people from the Shaanxi literary circle, many writers from the domestic literary circle also came, such as Wang Meng, Cheng Jiangong and others. Several senior and heavyweight editors and reviewers from the Chinese Literature Society such as Tu An, Yan Wenjing, and Qin Chaoyang also appeared at the seminar. , and the rest are critics represented by Chen Yong, who are all well-known figures in domestic criticism.

Just looking at the lineup, it can't be more luxurious in recent works seminars.

At the seminar, most people spoke highly of "White Deer Plain" and their comments were full of praise.

However, a few people have raised some academic arguments about "White Deer Plain", and the focus of the argument focuses on two points.

One is whether the large number of sexual descriptions in the novel are necessary, and the other is the "historical tendency issue" involved in the novel.

Focusing on these two issues, the minority and the majority launched heated discussions.

During the seminar, people came and went, and everyone expressed their opinions. Lin Weimin and Cheng Zhongshi, the two protagonists of the seminar, took a break from their busy schedule and ran to the corridor to smoke.

Cheng Zhongshi looked out the window with a trace of sadness in his eyes. Under the smoke, the ravine on his face became deeper and deeper.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Weimin asked.

Cheng Zhongshi looked hesitant.

If he didn't say it, Lin Weimin could probably guess it.

The "historical tendency" issue of "White Deer Plain" being discussed in the room is a big topic, and Cheng Zhongshi is naturally worried.

"Don't worry, you've heard everyone's praise. If someone has an opinion, it's just a matter of fact. There are a few old comrades in the club here, so they can't change the world."

Cheng Zhongshi nodded after hearing this.

Lin Weimin talked to him about the publication of "White Deer Plain" again, "This time when "White Deer Plain" is published, we have obtained a basic royalties of 40 yuan for 1,000 words. The royalties for the number of copies have not changed, and are still 5% for every 10,000 copies. The company plans to first Printing 100,000 copies, this is another 10,000 yuan. Calculated, it is about 60 yuan for 1,000 words, a little less..."

Cheng Zhongshi said quickly: "It's a lot, it's a lot, 30,000 yuan! This is the first time in my life that I have touched so much money. It is more than I have made in my life. I am satisfied!"

"Listen to me." Lin Weimin waved his hand, "The past two years have been no better than before. Our publishing market has been increasingly affected by the market economy. It is inevitable that manuscript fees will rise sharply. The superiors should issue documents this year and adjust the adjustment again. The standard for one-time royalties is determined by the standard set by the publisher. A few days ago, Wang Shuo told me that Huayi was going to publish a collection of his novels, and the standard royalties were one hundred yuan per thousand words."

At this point, Lin Weimin patted Cheng Zhongshi on the shoulder, "So, your royalties are really not much."

"You can't say that. There is no way my works can sell as well as Wang Shuo's."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Lao Cheng, don't belittle yourself on this point. We dare to set an initial printing of 100,000 copies. Do you think we are doing it to lose money?"

Cheng Zhongshi hesitated after hearing this, but this was what Lin Weimin said.

However, he was really frightened by the few publishing experiences he had in recent years. After finally publishing a book, he could not buy many copies. He had never received anything like royalties for the number of print runs. Got it in hand.

Before "White Deer Plain" was published, "Contemporary" gave him a standard manuscript fee of 35 yuan per thousand words, and the manuscript fee was exactly 10,500 yuan. After paying back the 5,000 yuan owed to Lin Weimin, there was still more than 5,000 yuan left. Looking at these Cheng Zhongshi and his wife were happy for several days because of the money. The family has not been so wealthy in recent years.

Now that another 30,000 yuan in publishing fees is about to be received, the wrinkles on Cheng Zhongshi's face deepened and he couldn't help but laugh, feeling happier than ever before.

"Okay, let's go back." Lin Weimin said after smoking.

The debate at the seminar was heated, but it remained within the academic scope and did not cause any waves.

That evening, the editorial department of "Contemporary" hosted a banquet at Tai Feng Building for the friends who came to attend today. Delicious food, delicacies on jade plates, and aged wine made the banquet very lively.

Cheng Zhongshi was very happy today. After three drinks, he was no longer as reserved as usual. He was in high spirits when talking and laughing, and his face was rosy.

At the climax of the banquet, Cheng Zhongshi stood up and said that I would sing a Qin opera for my friends. Everyone applauded and welcomed me.

"Seeing the queen kneeling on the ground, her soul flew into the sky. She was so frightened that she knelt down in the dust..."

The simple and desolate Qinqiang opera brought a bit of joy to Cheng Zhongshi, who was proud of the spring breeze today and had horse hoof problems.

Cheng Zhongshi sang a section of Yang Yanzhao's "Yuanmen Beheads the Son", and everyone present listened with interest.

After singing the opera, Cheng Zhongshi sat down. He had a reserved temperament and had never been in the limelight in the past. Today, he went crazy because of his drinking, and his hands were shaking with excitement.

Lin Weimin poured him a glass of wine, "Slow down!"

After the banquet, Cheng Zhongshi drank too much and held Lin Weimin's hand tightly when he went out.

"For the people, for the people!" Cheng Zhongshi called Lin Weimin's name, "Brother has never been so famous in his life!"

Cheng Zhongshi's mouth smelled of alcohol and his eyes were blurry, but the words he spoke were full of sincerity and gratitude.

Cheng Zhongshi's wife supported him, looking apologetic, "I'm sorry, he drank too much."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It's okay, today is a good day, I'm happy."

Cheng Zhongshi was drunk and blurry, and shouted: "Yes, happy!"

The wife didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Let's go, let's not be embarrassed here!"

Cheng Zhongshi left with the support of his wife. The couple walked far away, but they could still hear the high-pitched and exciting Qin Opera.

"Seeing the queen kneeling on the ground, her soul flew into the sky. She was so frightened that she knelt down in the dust..."

I have something busy these two days, so I will update today and tomorrow.