1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 15

Lin Weimin felt as if he had returned to his high school life, the time that made people have nightmares but still lingered in his dreams!

Apart from eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, the days in the institute are almost filled with courses. Of course, there are also spare time. I spend most of my evening writing, and the rest of the time is spent discussing literature.

When he thinks about it, he feels admiration. Many of his classmates are in their 40s, but they still maintain such a strong learning spirit. Even he himself gradually got used to this rhythm of life after spending the first few days of being exhausted.

Someone turned on the only color TV set in the institute this evening.

Unfortunately, this color is still in its infancy, and it is not fidelity at all. There are also some problems with the received analog signal, and the image is always shaking. Everyone feels disappointed and simply sits in the cafeteria and chats.

There are quite a few chatty classmates in the class, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Qu Xiaowei, Lin Weimin, etc...

But everyone's style is completely different. Jiang Zilong is serious and humorous, which belongs to cold humor, Gu Hua is very good at telling stories, and Qu Xiaowei is simply the poor of old Yanjing.

Lin Weimin was different from them, he took all the damage on the mountain.If it weren't for his young age, he wouldn't have known how many beatings he would have suffered.

The symposium in the cafeteria basically starts with the topics of a few of them.

Jiang Zilong has always had a good relationship with his teachers, and he can often hear a lot of gossip.

For example, everyone felt that this opportunity for advanced training was extremely rare, and if they got the opportunity in advance, they would definitely grab it.

When Jiang Zilong said this, everyone nodded in agreement.

"But there are exceptions?"

"Who?"

Jiang Zilong lowered his voice, "Let me tell you, don't spread this matter to the outside world."

Huang Zonghan was the first to promise, "Don't worry, we are keeping our mouths tight."

After confirming his eyes with several people around him, Jiang Zilong said with confidence, "Jia Pingwa, and Wu Guozheng."

He glanced at the girl, and then said: "First, Jia Pingwa didn't come, and then the office sent an order to Wu Guozheng. Neither of them came, and finally Liu Shuhua was replaced."

Several people around sighed, it's a pity that such a good opportunity did not come.

Many of these two people know that Wu Guozheng is about the same age as Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao, and he published his works very early. His short story "The Cook of Our Family" won the National Excellent Short Story Award in 79 like many people in the class. , That's why I received the transfer order from the institute, but unfortunately I didn't come for some reason.

As for Jia Pingwa, she became famous at a young age. She graduated from university at the age of 23 and published a book at the age of 24. There are several books at the time of publication. Speaking of it, the big men here are ashamed.

"What are they thinking, how good is this opportunity?" Cheng Shixu asked puzzled.

"Who knows, they must have their own reasons." Jiang Zilong just heard what his teacher said, but he didn't ask the specific inside information.

"I let Liu Shuhua take advantage of it..." Someone said.

Tang Kangmei's ears were sharp, and she was still a little far away from the boy's side, but she keenly heard the word "Liu Shuhua", and shouted to this side across two tables: "Your male classmates are making arrangements for our Shuhua again." What, we all heard it."

"I didn't say anything, I just said how did Shuhua get the quota!" Jiang Zilong was afraid that the female students would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

When the female students heard this, they immediately became interested and squeezed over.

Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei were chatting about each other, so he made room for them and ran to the side.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Tang Kangmei asked impatiently as soon as she sat next to the male classmate.

A group of people gathered together and talked.

Huang Anyi stayed alone outside the crowd, and Lin Weimin observed that she seemed to have stopped moving forward when Jiang Zilong mentioned Liu Shuhua's quota.

Instead, he sat there quietly, watching the big brothers and sisters gossip.

This opportunity is rare!
Sister An Yi is a great writer in the future, and condoms are almost harmless.

"Why don't you come over and chat with everyone?"

A deep and magnetic voice sounded, and the bosom brother is officially online.

Huang Anyi looked up at Lin Weimin, then quickly lowered her head, "I'm not very interested in what they're talking about."

Her voice was thin and soft, with a sense of Shanghai, which immediately tickled Lin Weimin's ears who were used to the rough northern accent.

"It's just that everyone gathers together to talk nonsense, you can't think like this!"

Huang Anyi was taken aback by his categorical denial. It wasn't that she really didn't like everyone's topic, she was just looking for an excuse.

The reason why she doesn't like to participate in the conversations of her classmates is actually because of her inner sensitivity and low self-esteem.

Huang Anyi can be regarded as the second generation of literature. Her father is the famous director Huang Xiaoping, her mother is the famous writer Lu Zhijuan, and her uncle is Shen Zhiyu, a pioneer of domestic cultural and cultural museums and a pioneer of revolution.

Wishing their children to become dragons and their daughters to become phoenixes is a common concept among parents, and Huang Anyi is no exception.

Her family conditions are among the first among the students in the Wenjiao Institute. When she was a child, she hired English tutors.

Once when Uncle Shen Zhiyu came to visit the house, mother Lu Zhijuan brought a small painting by Huang Anyi herself to her brother as a treasure, and there was a small poem written by Huang Anyi on it.

Shen Zhiyu read it and said, "Poetry is better than painting."

Huang Anyi's mother suddenly became fascinated. Later, Huang Anyi went to the countryside to join the queue at the age of 16, and her mother urged her to write a diary, intending to exercise her writing skills. Later, her first published work was also passed on by her mother. publishing house.

Coincidentally, the manuscript was sent to the publishing house, and the editor who talked to Huang Anyi about the manuscript was Tang Kangmei, a classmate in this class.

It's a pity that this "back door" experience was not very successful, and the collection of essays on the life of educated youths was not published.

After that, Huang Anyi was transferred back to Shanghai as the editor of "Children's Age", and successively published works such as "On the Plain" and "Who Is the Future Squadron Leader", among which "Who Is the Future Squadron Leader" won the second national juvenile Literary and artistic creation second prize.

As a result, Huang Anyi obtained the qualification to come to the Wenjiao Institute for further study.

It's a pity that she didn't feel so good when she got here.The classmates around her were all the names she had read about in magazines, which made her feel a little bit more inferior in addition to being envious.

She also knew what Jiang Zilong and the others said about Liu Shuhua just now. Teacher Wang Yifen told her yesterday that if Liu Shuhua had come first, then she might not even have the opportunity to study.

This sentence made Huang Anyi even more ashamed, she felt that she really didn't have the capital to stand shoulder to shoulder with these students who had already relied on something.

The thoughts in her mind only hovered for a few seconds, and Huang Anyi followed Lin Weimin's words and asked, "Why?"

　Thanks for the reward of Crazy Yan Fengyu, I ask for everything during the new book period, thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)