1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 19 New Work
Everyone was chattering about Lin Weimin's casual feelings and the ending of the adaptation. Opinions were different, but the quality of Lin Weimin's ending was unanimously affirmed.

It happened that Teacher Tang Yuqiu came back from the outside and saw that everyone was chatting happily, so he asked, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Zilong repeated Lin Weimin's words just now, and Tang Yuqiu nodded in approval and said, "It's very thoughtful, you can try to write it down!"

Nani?

Watch a movie and show yourself a homework?
Everyone looked at Lin Weimin with a happy face, and he begged for mercy: "Mr. Tang, I haven't written my post-watching review yet, so don't give me homework."

"How can this be called homework assignment? You are all writers. If you have good inspiration and ideas, you should write them down. If you want to write them down, let me have a look. It's just an afterthought."

After Tang Yuqiu finished speaking, he entered the screening room, and everyone burst into laughter.

Lin Weimin looked distressed and said angrily, "Why are you laughing?"

Everyone laughed louder, and the air was filled with joy.

Lin Weimin sighed.

At this time last year, he coded and crawled through the grid diligently. It can be seen that the profession of a writer cannot be too comfortable, otherwise there will be problems.

How many classics and classics were written when the author was poor and destitute?How many writers have exhausted their talents after they became famous?
Jiang Zilong patted Lin Weimin's shoulder again, "Teacher Tang has high hopes for you, don't let her down!"

Ignoring the ridicule from him and the crowd, Lin Weimin returned to the screening room. The second movie to be shown next was a Soviet film called "Sonata by the Lake". Lin Weimin had never heard of it, let alone watched it, but the quality was surprisingly high. Well, after reading it, it makes people feel unsatisfied.

Back to the dormitory noisily, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After the lights were turned off, everyone was still full of ideas. Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao were still discussing the plot of the movie. Guo Yudao, a taciturn person, rarely talked a lot today, and Jiao Yundian occasionally added a few words.

Several people were discussing and discussing, and they talked about the new ending of "Leap Over the Cuckoo's Nest" mentioned by Lin Weimin.

"The idea of ​​serving the people is really good, and it should be written."

"Yeah, for the people, if you have time, write it out for everyone to see. If nothing else, just focus on your core, and the quality of this work will definitely not be bad."

In fact, it didn't take a few people to instigate Lin Weimin to think about this question in his mind after Tang Yuqiu finished speaking.

His current thoughts are a bit complicated. On the one hand, because of his identity as a time traveler, he wants to use the advantages of the prophet to make some money quickly to enjoy the happiness; on the other hand, he also knows that things in the world are not for nothing. reward.

He now has a small achievement in literary creation, which is the reward of his efforts in the past year, but it is also the harvest of this year that makes him feel a little burdened.

The previous writing was partly tricky, including his recent research on translating the film and television works that later generations have seen, which is also a trick.

The trend of scar literature will soon pass, followed by reform literature, root-seeking literature, avant-garde literature, and various types of literature.

Do I have to keep playing tricks like this?
Scar literature became popular to write about scars, and reform literature became popular to write about reform...

Lin Weimin felt a little awkward. He might not have noticed that his mentality was changing quietly.

"According to Teacher Tang, let's try to write a new story about the new ending of "Leaping Over the Crazy Asylum"."

Before going to sleep, one last thought flashed through Lin Weimin's mind.

The courses of the Institute of Literature and Literature are somewhat similar to flood irrigation. It is impossible to instill a large amount of high-quality content to many students in just two or three months without using this method.

The new course recently opened has become "Water Margin" by Nie Gannu.

The name Nie Gannu is already very unfamiliar to young people of later generations, but he was indeed a name that had to be mentioned in the Chinese literary world decades ago.

He is a poet, an essayist, an editor, and a researcher of classical literature.The style of writing is novel without losing its charm, humorous and full of bitterness, and it is called "a unique Sanyisheng body".

Now he is a consultant of the National Literature Publishing House, and at the same time he has a bunch of official identities on his back, and he is also a Taishan Beidou-level figure.

At the end of the morning class, Nie Gannu was surrounded by a few classmates who were still discussing "Water Margin" with him.

Lin Weimin was not one of them. He hadn't even read the original "Water Margin", so it was hard enough to attend lectures. How could he discuss this.

Taking advantage of ten minutes before lunch, he was leaning over the desk and writing quickly.

After dinner, Huang Zonghan asked: "Wei Min, I think you have worked hard to write these two days, is it almost the same?"

Lin Weimin chewed his rice, "It's almost there, but it's not the article that I talked about that day."

"Is that the one you wrote earlier?"

"Ah."

Huang Zonghan became interested when he heard it, "Let me take a look later?"

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

After lunch, Huang Zonghan went to Lin Weimin to pick up his manuscript.

After reading two pages, Huang Zonghan glanced at Lin Weimin.

This text is a bit rough!
He has read Lin Weimin's award-winning article "A Matter of a Penny" before. Both the writing style and the story are completely in two directions.

He read on patiently, slowly immersing himself in the story.

"Old Huang, don't you want to squint for a while?"

Guo Yudao, who was in the next bed, saw that Wang Zonghan was looking seriously, and asked him a question.

Huang Zonghan hummed, but his eyes were still on the manuscript paper.

Seeing this, Guo Yudao didn't say a word, lying on the bed and closing his eyes.There are classes in the afternoon, so I have to keep my energy up.

He woke up, stretched his waist, got up from the bed, and found that Huang Zonghan was still leaning on the head of the bed, still holding Lin Weimin's manuscript in his hand, maintaining his posture before going to sleep.

"Old Huang, haven't you slept yet?"

Huang Zonghan was watching the climax of the story and did not hear Guo Yudao's words.

At this time, Lin Weimin and Jiao Yundian also got up from the bed. Lin Weimin went to wash his face, and when he came back, he saw Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao surrounded by Huang Zonghan.

"What is it, is this?"

Guo Yudao raised his eyes from the words on the manuscript paper, "Old Huang was fascinated by your novel, and he didn't respond. We are curious, so let's take a look."

Lin Weimin smiled, with a little pride in his heart, "Then what do you see?"

"He's almost finished reading it. What can we see from the middle?"

Guo Yudao said so, but just based on the half of the content he read just now, this work has already attracted him a lot.

"I still have to go to class later, let's see when I come back."

The conversation between the two interrupted Huang Zonghan's obsession. He reluctantly put down the manuscript, and several people in the dormitory went to class together.

(End of this chapter)