1980 My literary era

The human heart is such a delicate thing.

When Li Chengru gained power, he always wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with Lin Weimin.

Now that he was down and out, Lin Weimin gave some advice, and he immediately regarded him as a life mentor.

After seeing off Lin Weimin and Li Chengru, he picked up the set of "The Ordinary World".

This book is so famous that even he, who is busy with business all day, knows about it, but he has never had time to read it.

He held the book and gently opened the cover.

I saw a line of text clearly written on the title page - The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

There was no gift, no signature, but Li Chengru showed a smile full of emotion. He sniffed, controlled the soreness in his eyes, opened the content at the back, read page by page, and indulged in it.

Before I knew it, it was already dark.

When Mother Li returned home from outside, she was surprised to see her son sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Since going bankrupt, Li Chengru has been in a state of depression. He has been lying on the bed in a daze all day. Today, he actually sat up and read a book, and he seemed to be very engrossed in it.

Mother Li was surprised and excited at the same time.

With a bang, the lights in the room turned on.

Li Chengru broke away from his concentration and looked at his mother.

"My eyes are tired from looking at it with the lamp on," Mother Li said.

It was still dark when Li Chengru was reading. Later, the light gradually dimmed, and he turned on the lamp next to the sofa.

Li Chengru put down the book and complained: "Why have you been waiting for you to eat for so long!"

"The rice is in the pot, just eat it!"

"I want to eat fried noodles!" Li Chengru said to his mother.

The mother was not displeased at all with his request, but showed a bit of joy on her face. The business had been bankrupt for so long, and this was the first time for her son to order something to eat.

"Hey, Mom will do it for you!"

Mother Li looked at her son with tears in her eyes, and Li Chengru also looked at his mother with a smile on his face.

He suddenly said: "Mom, I want to get a haircut tomorrow."

"Okay, cut."

"Cut your head bald!"

"Okay, let's get a bald head!"

After finally taking a vacation, Lin Weimin was very cool these two days. He slept in all morning. When he got up and looked at the sunshine outside at noon, he felt a little proud.

Being able to sleep in shows that you are still young.

He put his hand on the edge of the bed and was about to get out of bed.

"Ouch..."

Being young means being young, but you also have to take care of your body. You can’t go through such trouble anymore.

Teacher Lin silently warned himself.

During lunch, Tao Huimin asked Lin Weimin what he planned to do today.

During these two days, Teacher Tao's face was as radiant as a peach or plum.

Teacher Lin ate his meal and said, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to take a walk at Tiesheng's place in the afternoon."

Since the Shi family moved to a high-rise building on Jintai Road, Lin Weimin has gone there less.

It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s mainly because I am indeed busier at work than before.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Shi Tiesheng opened the door in his wheelchair, "You can't ring the doorbell."

"I prefer this sense of rhythm."

After entering the room, Cheng Simi poured Lin Weimin a cup of tea and asked with a smile, "Why are you free today?"

"Hey, it's a holiday!"

Shi Tiesheng said, "Isn't that right? Why do I hear that you are suspended?"

Lin Weimin was surprised, "Who did you listen to?"

"People from the Literary and Art Association, everyone has been spreading rumors in the past two days that you have offended the official of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and been suspended."

"These people are afraid that the world will not be in chaos!"

Shi Tiesheng joked: "Just tell me if this is the case?"

Lin Weimin:...

"It can't be said that I'm offended. I just have slightly different views on the same thing."

Shi Tiesheng gave him a look: Just make it up.

Then Shi Tiesheng listened to Lin Weimin's detailed account of the job transfer. After listening, he sighed: "This is a good thing that no one else can ask for."

"That's true. But I'm really not interested in this position. If I really want a higher level, I can go back to the Literary and Art Association. It's so easy."

Shi Tiesheng nodded when he heard this. Lin Weimin was not exaggerating.

Since withdrawing from the Literary and Art Association in 1988, the Literary and Art Association has communicated with Lin Weimin many times, hoping to let him return to the Literary and Art Association. With Lin Weimin's status and strength in the domestic literary world, if he really wants to go back, he will be promoted in a few years.

Thinking of this, Shi Tiesheng suddenly asked with happiness in his heart.

"Hey, did you say that someone did this deliberately during the evaluation of the Yanbing Literature Prize that year, so as to cut off your way back?"

Lin Weimin looked at Shi Tiesheng with playful eyes, "You, an honest man, have learned bad things now."

"It's all in the past, why are you thinking about it? There are too many things that ruined the Cultural Association. Even if you beg me, I don't want to go back." Lin Weimin said calmly.

The two talked about creation again. Shi Tiesheng has been writing prose and essays almost all the time in the past year, while Lin Weimin has not written anything new.

Shi Tiesheng lamented that as he got older, his creativity in writing novels was greatly reduced, and instead he became more fond of some speculative things.

"This is why many writers will delve into a certain field in their later years." Lin Weimin said.

After chatting for a while, Shi Tiesheng suddenly said: "By the way, An Yi came to Yanjing to stay for a while, did you know?"

Lin Weimin was quite surprised, "I don't know, when did it happen?"

"In May, she said she wanted to write a novel. She is writing in seclusion. She doesn't want others to know that she is writing in Yanjing, and she doesn't keep in touch with anyone. She occasionally comes to my house to sit."

"If she didn't tell me, how would I know? It's so secretive. Isn't it just to write the novel promised to us?" Lin Weimin said.

"Then I didn't ask. She writes in a closed way, so it's hard for me to ask."

While the two were talking, the doorbell at home rang.

Cheng Simi went to open the door, and there were three people standing at the door.

It's Mr. and Mrs. Liu Qingbang and Huang Anyi.

"Why are you here together?" Shi Tiesheng asked in surprise.

"Weiping and An Yi made an appointment to come see you today." Liu Qingbang said.

The Weiping he was talking about was his wife Yao Weiping.

Seeing Lin Weimin here, Liu Qingbang and his wife said hello to him, while Huang Anyi nodded to Lin Weimin with a cold attitude.

Lin Weimin had long been accustomed to Huang Anyi's attitude and greeted her warmly.

"Why didn't you say hello in advance when you came to Yanjing? Where are you staying now?"

"Xicheng, I found an apartment."

"Tell me earlier, I have a lot of houses." Lin Weimin said.

Shi Tiesheng joked: "Look at this landlord's face, which looks like a rich man!"

Liu Qingbang said with a smile: "An Yi said she wanted to find a secluded place, preferably without anyone disturbing her. You two are acquaintances. If she goes to live in your house, how can she write in seclusion..."

After hearing Liu Qingbang talk about it, Lin Weimin realized that it was he who found Huang Anyi's house.

Huang Anyi now lives far away from Shi Tiesheng's house, and she is not familiar with the roads in Yanjing. Every time she comes to Shi's house, she is always with Yao Weiping, or with his wife.

Everyone sat together, talking and laughing. Lin Weimin had not had this experience for a long time.

Huang Anyi always gives people a cold and arrogant feeling in front of outsiders, but when talking to Shi Tiesheng, she is very talkative, and the content of the conversation is also very broad, Chinese and foreign; historical, realistic; artistic, popular...

Wherever you think, wherever you talk.

The two of them asked and answered questions. Sometimes, after Shi Tiesheng answered Huang Anyi's question, she didn't agree with it. She shook her head and said that she didn't think it was right. Then she talked about her own reasons, as if she had already found them. Reason to argue.

Lin Weimin and Liu Qingbang murmured, and they both believed that Huang Anyi was using Shi Tiesheng to stimulate his writing inspiration.

As evening approached, Huang Anyi was still chatting with Shi Tieshengre.

At this moment, Shi Tiesheng was obviously stumped by Huang Anyi. He put his hand on his forehead and said, "Let me think about this."

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't think of how to answer, so he lit a cigarette in an attempt to mobilize inspiration.

Lin Weimin snickered on the sidelines. Now Tiesheng looked more and more like the 18th Shaolin Bronze Man, who was specially used to pass the test.

While the two were chatting, everyone was already preparing dinner.

Fried noodles.

A large basin of hand-rolled noodles that had been soaked in water was brought to the table, floating in the water, cool and refreshing.

Colorful vegetables are piled neatly on the plate, including cucumber shreds, bean sprouts, radish shreds, cabbage shreds...

And the most important thing is a big bowl of fragrant fried sauce, dry yellow sauce, fresh soybean sauce, sweet noodle sauce, mixed together, and after being baptized by hot oil, the aroma is overflowing.

Over there, Shi Tiesheng and Huang Anyi were still chatting, but Lin Weimin picked up the bowl and said, "I won't be polite!"

After saying that, he picked it into the basin of noodles with chopsticks, and when he came back up, the two large bowls in his hands were already full.

Add vegetables and sauce, all in one go.

Then he squatted next to Huang Anyi and started eating.

Huang Anyi, who was chatting happily, was disturbed by his voice and couldn't help but frowned and looked at him, "Can you please lower your voice?"

Lin Weimin puffed up his cheeks and said, "Classmate An Yi, we have already discussed this issue when we were at the Institute of Literature. This belongs to personal freedom."

Huang Anyi rolled her eyes at him. When it comes to scoundrels, this man is a professional.

"Haha, let's eat too." Shi Tiesheng said.

There is no need for a table to eat fried noodles. Everyone has served the noodles and found a place to eat.

Huang Anyi ate noodles slowly, and Lin Weimin asked: "How is your novel going?"

"Just started writing."

"Although your initiative to enter the dark room is worthy of recognition, I want to remind you that several of the writers you signed with the same group have already submitted their manuscripts."

His words immediately aroused Huang Anyi's displeasure, "You didn't say when the manuscript must be submitted."

Lin Weimin thought seriously, "This is really a loophole. Let's close it next time."

Huang Anyi mocked: "We've all been suspended, so you'd better worry less."

She originally didn't know about Lin Weimin's suspension, and only found out about it during the afternoon chat.

Although she said this, after hearing the reason for Lin Weimin's suspension, she still admired him in her heart.

"Haha!" Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing as he listened to the conversation between the two, "Weimin, how many times has this been your suspension?"

"Forgot, it seems to be the third time."

Several people on the side were suddenly taken aback.

Habitual offender!

"Don't look at me like that. This all happens for a reason. I am too upright, and I have been targeted all this time." Lin Weimin explained.

Everyone was chewing noodles and had big question marks in their minds about Lin Weimin's words.

"Have you been suspended three times?" Huang Anyi asked.

She had the impression that Lin Weimin had been suspended from work before, but she really didn't expect that this was already the third time.

"I repeat, this is someone targeting me."