1980 My literary era

Wang Shuo was demobilized and returned to Beijing this year. He works as a salesperson in a pharmaceutical company. His monthly salary is 36 yuan, and he works from 9 to 5 every day, which is not much work.

Others would have been extremely happy with such conditions, but he, in the words of "A Dream of Red Mansions", is a bit "higher than the sky" and always feels that his life should not be so mediocre.

The gap between reality and ideals made Wang Shuo's mentality a little unbalanced, and he was full of confusion about his current life, especially after seeing Lin Weimin's courtyard house today.

It is true that he has literary ideals in his heart, but he is also a secular person.

Who doesn’t want to live in a big house and live a prosperous life?

But the reality is that he is just an ordinary clerk, and his proud writing talent does not seem to have brought much change to his life.

In contrast to Lin Weimin, who was two years younger than him, his situation seemed even more embarrassing.

Seeing Wang Shuo's sad look, Lin Weimin said, "You, your heart is not at peace!"

Wang Shuo raised his head and looked at him without saying anything, acquiescing to Lin Weimin's words in his heart.

"I want to make money, but I'm afraid of hard work. If I achieve a little success, I'll be number one in the world. If I encounter setbacks, I'll be dejected."

These words were a bit harsh, and Wang Shuo couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry you've published a book and you're rich. It doesn't hurt to stand here and talk."

"I just made a lot of money, look at it, I'm going to make you envious and jealous."

Wang Shuo blushed and denied, "I didn't."

"Don't care." Lin Weimin poured a glass of wine for Wang Shuo, "I have also experienced a mentality like yours..."

He pursed his lips at Qu Xiaowei, "Ask this guy, when I entered the Institute of Literary Studies, I was more troubled and depressed than you are now!"

Wang Shuo looked at Qu Xiaowei, and Qu Xiaowei nodded, "That's true. You didn't see the virtue of this thief when he first went to study in the institute. The fact that he was not expelled can only mean that the leader of the institute | The instructors and teachers are merciful.”

Wang Shuo didn't expect that Lin Weimin, who was already quite successful in his eyes, had such a past, and he couldn't help but feel a little convinced by his words.

"I published two novels at that time, and the total royalties were several hundred yuan. I was thinking, how much money can I make by writing books?

I had to run a business and make a lot of money, so all I could think about all day long was that, and I made a lot of fools of myself.

I was also lucky. Later, the institute had heavy study tasks and often organized and participated in various social activities. As I continued to learn, my mind and horizons broadened, and my mind became calmer.

No matter what, we are studying at the Institute of Literature and Literature now. What a great opportunity this is? No matter how many people squeezed their heads, they still couldn't get in.

It was probably due to various fates that I gradually wrote each piece of work. "

He told Wang Shuo his experience half-truthfully, then patted Wang Shuo on the shoulder and said earnestly: "You are a smart person at first glance. But the shortcomings are also here. Once a person is smart, he wants to There are more. Before I can do anything, I have seven or eight ideas in my mind. Under such circumstances, how can I get things done? To sum it up in one word, impetuous!"

Wang Shuo felt that Lin Weimin was right. This is his mentality now. I don't care about the work at hand, and I always want to become famous overnight through writing.

His writing journey was not smooth. Every time he encountered rejection, he became a little discouraged and turned his attention to the speculative friends around him.

Seeing how everyone could earn more than his annual salary with just a few words without putting in much effort, his mind unconsciously went to this topic again.

He never thinks that he is worse than others, or even better than those around him.

They can make a fortune, why can't I?

Under such a mental trend, Wang Shuo felt like a branch swaying in the wind, just swinging in the air!

"you're right."

Wang Shuo lowered his head. It was not easy for a proud man like him to admit his shortcomings. Lin Weimin's words really touched his heart.

"I just think about it all day long, but when it comes time to take action, I hesitate. Weimin, why are people so greedy?" Wang Shuo took a sip of wine and said melancholy.

Lin Weimin took a sip with him and said, "How do you describe the score?"

"Everyone has greed. There are big greeds and small greeds. Some people may never be satisfied in their lives, while some people may be content with a small fortune. This has something to do with the environment in which each person lives."

"Then what do you mean by a situation like mine?"

The intimate brother is online again.

"Do you know about puberty?"

"I know!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "You haven't passed puberty yet!"

"You fart!"

Lin Weimin's statement made him feel more uncomfortable than scolding Wang Shuo for being incompetent.

"It's said that you have a lot of puberty. Your state is similar to that of a child who can't feed you milk. You can't do anything but howl."

Wang Shuo was furious when Lin Weimin said he was incompetent. He stared and wanted to reason with him, but when he carefully considered what Lin Weimin said, it seemed to make sense.

It can be said in just four words: dissatisfaction with desire.

He said a little frustrated: "What can we do?"

What can be done?

His current mentality is similar to that of Huang Anyi when she first entered the Institute of Literature. The only difference is that the sources of their troubles are slightly different. Huang Anyi's mentality is relatively simple.

"You, the most important thing is to do one thing well. Either you go out to do business as soon as possible, or you can calm down and create well. If not, you can go to work peacefully.

Otherwise, in your current state, I'm afraid you won't be able to accomplish anything. "

Lin Weimin's words were not a panacea. Wang Shuo had also realized his problem before. But sometimes people are like this. A leaf can't see the mountain, but someone else's unintentional words can solve the knot that has been troubled for a long time.

Wang Shuo pondered Lin Weimin's words over and over again, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Finally, he slammed his palm on the table, "Damn it! Do it!"

"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Resign and go to sea!"

Nest grass!

Damn it, I’m trying to persuade you to change your mind and become a decent scholar. Did you fail your fucking reading comprehension?

"Have you really thought about it?"

Wang Shuo's face was full of determination, "Think about it. Instead of waiting to die like this, it's better to give it a try."

Lin Weimin shook his head helplessly. In his impression, Wang Shuo had indeed done business, but he had no business sense and lost everything.

It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words. He didn't expect that his persuasion had the opposite effect, and instead accelerated Wang Shuo's pace of doing business.

He thought for a while that this might be a good idea. It was precisely because Wang Shuo failed in business that later generations put all his attention on writing.

Now, let him fail early.