1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 13

In the eyes of the teachers and students of the institute, only 20-year-old Lin Weimin is really just like a child.

Don't look at everyone making jokes, but for Lin Weimin, a young man who can almost be the child of many people, everyone still loves him very much.

Suggesting him to be the labor committee member is entirely to add to the burden on him, don't be as unprofessional as he was in the office these days.

It's a pity that this kid is really a little slippery, which is a headache.

During the meal, Lin Weimin stared into Huang Zonghan's eyes, "Old Huang, you betrayed me, right?"

The piece of meat that Huang Zonghan had just put into his mouth suddenly got stuck in his throat, coughing endlessly, and at the same time dodging his guilty eyes.

"Stop pretending, I already know."

Seeing that Huang Zonghan couldn't keep pretending anymore, he said: "Everyone is doing this for your own good!"

It's a joke, Lin Weimin also understands, everyone is not trying to hurt him.

But Lin Weimin had a question in his mind. He had only been here for a few days, how could the teachers and students agree that he was a problem youth?
Lin Weimin felt that the problem still lay with Huang Zonghan.

He had already whispered to Qu Xiaowei just now, and this old boy, Lao Huang, often slandered himself behind his back.

Well, it's not quite accurate to say Mai Tai.Everything he said was true, but this dude didn't understand the deep meaning behind what he did.

It seems that there is still a lack of communication!

"Old Huang!" Lin Weimin said earnestly.

Huang Zonghan's heart turned cold, why did this tone seem to ask him to prepare for the funeral?

"If you have any opinion about our brother's previous relationship, just tell me in person."

The words of Lao Jiao echoed in Huang Zonghan's heart: I am Ye Daddy!
He hurriedly waved his hands, "Wei Min, I'm either speaking ill of you behind your back, or Mr. Tang and the others have talked about this topic..."

"I understand, I understand, everyone is doing it for my own good." Lin Weimin sighed, "You still don't understand me. Who do you think I am?"

I don't know what to do!
"I understand, understand."

Huang Zonghan began to criticize himself, why is he still disagreeing now?

Lin Weimin secretly looked at Huang Zonghan's expression, so Lao Wang didn't seem to believe it!

He also began to criticize himself. Could it be that he has let himself go too much in the past two days, and let everyone see my true face in such a short period of time?Bah, have you misunderstood yourself?
This incident caused a lot of trouble, and the Institute of Literature and Literature is the only life-saving straw for me now, and its reputation will be rotten in just a few days.

When people are in the rivers and lakes, what they pay attention to is reputation.

I, Lin Weimin, am a decent person, but I can't lose my reputation just like that.

Lin Weimin decided to keep a low profile for the next period of time and save his character.

The exchange with Huang Zonghan ended happily.

Today is the last day of the official class. After lunch at noon, Lin Weimin ran back to the dormitory to take a nap. When he woke up, several uncles in the dormitory were either reading or writing. Lin Weimin looked out of place.

Thinking of saving character, Lin Weimin sat down at the desk, picked up a pen and started to write.

Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao, who were sinking their heads at their desks, were interrupted by his movement, and when they saw him sitting in front of the desk, they both had surprised expressions on their expressions.

Transsexual?

The two old comrades looked at each other with relief in their eyes.

Everyone's efforts were not in vain!

At this time, Huang Zonghan, who was sitting by the window reading a book, came over with the book in his hand and glanced at Lin Weimin's manuscript paper.

"Chun Mian doesn't wake up, and sleeps until full. I have nothing to do when I'm free, and I want to eat grass when I'm hungry."

"Rizhao censer smoked purple smoke, Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant, drooling three thousand feet, no money in his pocket."

……

"You..." Lin Weimin turned his head and stared viciously, and now his underwear was stripped off.

Huang Zonghan also felt wronged, and sat back by the window with his book in his arms.

Lin Weimin turned to look at Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao, "I'm looking for inspiration!"

The two nodded suspiciously. Literati are not cows. Inspiration needs chance, and this may be a way for the people.

Lin Weimin started to scratch his head after fooling the old men in the dormitory.

what to do?It won't work if this continues, my nature of ignorance and incompetence will be exposed.

He rationally analyzed his current situation.

I came from an urban family, but it is not easy to return to the city. Even if I return to the city, I may not find a good job.

Now the organizational relationship is still in the countryside. If the road to the literary research institute is cut off, he has to go back to the countryside first, and he doesn't know how long it will take before he can return to the city.

The most important thing is that the Mingming Research Institute is a good path, and you have to go on firmly.

This is a way to generate hundreds of thousands of waste manuscript codes a year.

Lin Weimin touched the callus on the middle finger of his right hand, which was caused by writing this year.

He felt that it might be because he had spent too much time in the countryside for a year, and finally came to the capital of Yanjing. He subconsciously wanted to release and indulge.

Now he has come to realize that such indulgence and cleverness alone are not enough for a good life, at least not for him who is poor and white now.

Lin Weimin thought about it, and felt that he had to work hard in the literary research institute, and it would be best if he could publish a few more works. In this way, he could not only get royalties and improve his life, but also make a name for himself. If he could use this to transfer his relationship to It would be best to come to Yanjing.

The quality of the written work is uncertain. If there is no work, it depends on the relationship.The premise is that in the eyes of the teachers, I am a reliable and good boy, so it is necessary to perform well.

Lin Weimin was an ordinary college student before time travelling. The experience of traveling through this year told him that having prophetic experience is not a necessary condition for success, it is better to do more preparations.

These days, organizational relationship and household registration are the basis for a person's survival. If this problem is solved first, it will be safer to advance and retreat.

Wanting to understand this truth, Lin Weimin felt that his heart had settled down, not as rough as the previous two days.

The pen was twirling in his hand, and he was thinking that he really should write something, after all, he had embarked on the road of relying on writing for a living.

Lin Weimin was not a book lover before time travel, at best he was a fan of online novels.

He doesn't have the cheat skills in online novels that can reproduce literary works after time travel and rebirth, but he can almost recall most of them in film and television works.

This is a direction that can be tried. Lin Weimin tried it before when he was trying to write in the countryside.

But at that time, I didn't know whether it was because of my poor writing skills or the wrong style. None of the works I wrote were adopted.

But the problem is that there are very few literary works in my mind, but there are many film and television works. I can't give up on this road!
It is necessary for me to dig deeper into the potential of these works.

(End of this chapter)