1980 My literary era

Huang Jianan is the son of Huang Zonghan, a classmate of Lin Weimin Institute of Literary Studies. Now he has inherited his father's legacy and has become a writer.

Huang Jianan, like Lin Weimin, debuted very early. At the age of 19, he wrote the famous short story "Hometown Love", which won the National Award for Excellence in Ethnic Minority Literary Creation. In the past few years, he worked as an editor for "Short Stories" and now he is Ji Chunwen Writer-in-residence of the Association.

"Time flies so fast. I remember when I wrote letters to Lao Huang, we were still discussing your schooling and writing exercises."

Lin Weimin chatted with Huang Jianan for a while and couldn't help but sigh.

"My dad also talks about you a lot. He especially likes to talk about the time when you were at the Institute of Literary Studies."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "After so many years, everyone is busy with their own things and can't see each other. I really miss you all."

Lin Weimin and Huang Jianan are not much different in age, but they are two generations after all. After talking about Huang Zonghan, Huang Jianan was a little confused about what to say, so Lin Weimin started talking about his creation.

Huang Jianan has been creating for some years. In the past few years, he has published works in "People's Literature", "Youth Literature", "Yenjing Literature", "Writer" and other publications. The response was not great, but he can be published in so many well-known literary journals. Published works on the Internet can also show his creative level.

The two sat together and chatted for more than half an hour. Seeing that the time was almost up, Huang Jianan stood up and prepared to leave.

He came to Yanjing on a business trip this time and was entrusted by his father to visit Lin Weimin. Now the task has been completed.

Lin Weimin raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "It's still early now. You should go do some errands first and have a meal at home in the evening."

"No, it's too much trouble for you, Uncle Lin."

"I'm a landlord, I can't not even entertain you a meal, right?"

"I booked a train ticket for the afternoon and I still have to catch the train."

"Then change your train ticket to one for tomorrow, come to my house for dinner in the evening, stay at home one night after dinner, and leave tomorrow."

"Uncle Lin, it's really inconvenient. I'm with my colleagues."

"Then call all my colleagues over. I just happen to meet the young writers in Jichun."

Huang Jianan declined several times, but Lin Weimin insisted on his own opinion. Unable to refuse the kindness, he had no choice but to agree.

After coming out of the Chinese Literature Club, Huang Jianan returned to the guest house, where his companion Fang Ming was packing his things.

"You're back? Pack your things quickly and go to the train station after lunch."

"Let's clean it up later. The train tickets have to be refunded. I have something to do at the moment." Huang Jianan said.

Fang Ming's face was full of questions, "What's going on? Didn't you go visit your elders? What happened?"

"Nothing happened. It's just that my elder wants to treat me to dinner. Let's leave tomorrow."

The companion said: "It's just a meal. What does it matter? We can't delay catching the train."

"That's what I said, but they are so enthusiastic that I can't refuse."

Huang Jianan showed some apology to his companion, "Fang Ming, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Then change your train ticket and go have dinner tonight."

"You go too."

"What am I going to do? I don't know anyone."

"Go, I'll be even more embarrassed if you don't go. My uncle is also engaged in literature, so you don't have to worry about embarrassment. There will definitely be a common topic." Huang Jianan advised.

"Then... okay, I'll follow you to have a meal."

The two agreed to have lunch first and then go to the train station to change their tickets.

It was still early in the evening, so the two of them went to visit Wangfujing and bought some gifts.

It's never easy to go to someone's house for dinner empty-handed.

Seeing that it was almost evening, Huang Jianan and Fang Ming took the bus and arrived at the gate of Shizhu Xiaoyuan.

The Huang family's son knocked on the door knocker of the courtyard. While waiting for the door to open, Fang Ming whispered: "My husband, your uncle can live in such a big courtyard."

"You can make a lot of money from royalties."

"A yard like this is worth a lot of money in Yanjing, right?"

"I don't know. But it shouldn't be as expensive as a building, right? House prices are too expensive now."

While the two were talking, the door of the house opened, and it was a middle-aged woman. When she saw the two of them, she asked with a smile: "Is it Mr. Huang?"

Huang Jia'an nodded, thinking that the middle-aged woman was an elder of the Lin family, and said hello politely: "Hello, aunt, I am Huang Jia'an."

"I am the nanny of Teacher Lin's family. My surname is Sun. Come in quickly." Sister Sun invited the two of them into the hospital.

After entering the house gate, passing by the screen wall, and entering the hanging flower gate, he entered the courtyard. Fang Ming looked at the courtyard as he walked, with a bit of envy in his eyes.

"This courtyard is really magnificent!" Fang Ming whispered to Huang Jianan.

Before reaching the main house, Huang Jianan saw Lin Weimin standing at the door of the main house. Fang Ming beside him muttered: "This man looks familiar!"

"Uncle Lin!" Huang Jianan said hello and introduced: "This is Fang Ming, our colleague from the Cultural Association."

"Hello, Comrade Fang Ming."

Lin Weimin smiled and shook Fang Ming's hand. Fang Ming had an incredible expression on his face. He recognized the person in front of him.

"Are you Teacher Lin Weimin?"

"What? Didn't my husband tell you? I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Fang Ming looked at Huang Jianan, "He didn't say anything, he just said he was an elder."

Lin Weimin looked at Huang Jianan with a hint of appreciation, and Fang Ming's reaction proved that Huang Jianan had never mentioned anything about himself in front of him.

He is a down-to-earth person!

"Come inside quickly."

Lin Weimin let the two people into the house. Tao Huimin was standing in the living room of the main room. Lin Weimin said, "This is your aunt."

"Hello, aunt!"

"Hello." Tao Huimin responded with a smile. She had a bulging belly and had difficulty moving. She said, "Sit down and drink some tea first. We will eat later."

Lin Weimin poured tea for the two of them and asked them to sit for a while and chat casually.

Less than twenty minutes later, Sister Sun brought food to the table.

Today, Lin Weimin said that he would entertain guests in the evening, and Sister Sun specially prepared eight dishes. The dishes were extremely rich.

"Come, come, let's eat." Lin Weimin greeted.

A few people sat down and chatted while eating.

When Huang Jianan and Fang Ming came to visit for the first time, they acted a little reserved, but Lin Weimin kept bringing up the topic.

First we talked about the relationship with Huang Zonghan, and then we talked about creation.

Several people are engaged in literary creation. With this common topic, the atmosphere at the table gradually became harmonious.

"The current environment is really not as good as before. Our "Short Stories" used to sell 40,000 to 50,000 copies per issue, but in just two years, we can barely sell 20,000 copies."

While chatting, Fang Ming talked about the current living environment of literary publications. He and Huang Jianan were both editors of "Short Stories" before.

"The sales of most publications have been declining in the past two years. This is a general trend and cannot be changed by human power." Lin Weimin said.

Huang Jianan said: "Uncle Lin, I heard that the sales of "Contemporary" are still good."

Lin Weimin nodded, "The sales volume of "Contemporary" can be maintained mainly by relying on existing readers. According to the current trend, I am afraid it will continue to decline in the next few years."

When Fang Ming saw that even Lin Weimin was so pessimistic, he couldn't help but said dejectedly: "No wonder everyone says that literature is in decline now."

"In fact, it's not the case. The Chinese people's demand for literature in the past ten years has been abnormal. It is the result of the rebound of cultural repression in the past many years. We cannot treat it with common sense.

In the past two years, the focus of the Chinese people has gradually turned to economic construction. They will definitely not care about literary works as much as before. This is normal.

In the past few years, many writers and critics have been immersed in the illusion of a prosperous literary age and failed to recognize a clear fact.

In my opinion, many literary works over the years have only provided annotations on the political and economic development of Chinese society in the early stages of reform and opening up, and are far from the scope of literature. "

Huang Jianan didn't agree with this, "Uncle Lin, one of the functions of literature is to reflect the development of society."

Lin Weimin said calmly: "You are right, but the problem with many people is that they have not really opened their eyes. They are always obsessed with providing literary annotations for the injustice that occurs in society, and repeatedly describe the social chaos. This is actually a kind of laziness and dependence in creation. Because many people cannot write when they are separated from this context. A writer can only write one kind of thing, does he deserve to be called a writer? ?”

Lin Weimin's words made Huang Jianan and Fang Ming look a little pensive. Although they didn't want to admit it, what Lin Weimin said did make some sense.

"I have a piece of evidence here," Lin Weimin said.

Huang Jianan and Fang Ming looked at him, and Lin Weimin continued: "We all say that the 1980s was the golden age of Chinese literature, but no one seems to have thought of a problem, that is, Chinese literature during this period was not actually born for many years. This is an important literary work with international influence. Many people in the literary circle are also ignorant of the position of Chinese literature in the global context. They may be familiar with those foreign classics, but in fact they do not understand the modernization of foreign literature. process."

After listening to Lin Weimin's words, Huang Jianan fell into deep thought. After comparing himself with Lin Weimin's words, he found that he had such a problem.

At this time, Fang Ming said: "Teacher Lin, your works sell well overseas, doesn't it have international influence?"

"The sales of my works are relatively good, but they are still far behind those classic works."

Huang Jianan said: "Uncle Lin, you are too modest. Although I don't know much about contemporary foreign literature, I also know that since World War II, there have been very few works with real world influence in the world. Those works of yours are placed in the In contemporary times, it is enough to be proud of the world’s literary world.”

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You didn't learn this flattering skill from your father, did you?"

Huang Jianan's expression was shy, "I'm not flattering you, it's all the truth."

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin said: "I'm just here to chat, come on, come on, have some food."

A few people stopped talking and concentrated on eating, chatting occasionally.

After dinner and sitting at home for a while, Huang Jianan and Fang Ming said goodbye.

Lin Weimin persuaded him to stay: "Didn't we agree to stay at home?"

"No, Uncle Lin, we'll stay at the guest house. It's close to the train station. We have to catch the train tomorrow morning."

Huang Jianan declined Lin Weimin's offer to stay and prepared to leave.

Lin Weimin went to the side room and took out two bottles of wine. "I bought these two bottles of wine at the Friendship Store. Your dad loves drinking, so I gave them to him. Remember to say hello to your family for me."

"Thank you Uncle Lin."

When he came out of Lin Weimin's house, it was completely dark outside. Fang Ming helped Huang Jianan get a bottle of wine.

"My man, I really can't tell. You've hidden it so well that you're so familiar with Teacher Lin Weimin."

"Uncle Lin is my father's classmate, but I haven't actually met him very often."

Fang Ming sighed, "I really envy you people who have a strong family background."

"What's there to envy? You have to work despite being different?"

The two chatted and disappeared into the night.