1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 20
The next night, Lin Weimin asked Huang Zonghan for the manuscript of the novel.

"Old Huang, where's my manuscript?"

"Old Guo is watching."

Lin Weimin went to the cafeteria to look for Guo Yudao, and the answer he got was: "Gu Hua is watching."

"Don't pass it on to me."

Lin Weimin exhorted, feeling a little proud in his heart.

Many of the students in the class are writers who have been writing for many years, so they can catch their eyes and pass it on to each other. Among other things, at least they should be excellent in terms of readability.

When he came back, he planned to continue conceiving the novel inspired by the ending of the adaptation of "Leap Over the Cuckoo's Nest", but Huang Zonghan stopped him.

"Wei Min, what did you think when you wrote this novel?"

"What do you think?"

Huang Zonghan hesitated for a moment: "It's just...the story is so strong..."

Lin Weimin instantly understood what Lao Huang meant. Today's mainstream writing method in the literary world is still based on literariness. The core of the story is very important, and the form of writing is very important.

Of course, the content is also very important, but this article written by myself is more like a popular novel, which is incompatible with the writing direction of most writers.

"A novel, isn't it just a story?" Lin Weimin said casually.

Huang Zonghan froze for a moment, wanting to refute Lin Weimin, saying that a novel is not just a story, but for some reason, he twiddled this sentence several times but didn't say it.

For a moment, Huang Zonghan felt that Lin Weimin was a level above himself in writing.

The two chatted for a while, Lin Weimin left the dormitory, he planned to go to the conference room to stay for a while, it was quiet there.

I saw Qu Xiaowei coming out of the dormitory with an envelope in his hand.

"Why?"

"Are you in charge?"

"Virtue!"

Those who didn't know thought it was two old Yanjings talking.

Lin Weimin's eyes were sharp, and he saw the dazzling stamp on Qu Xiaowei's envelope at a glance.

He stared at Qu Xiaowei and asked, "Do you send a letter with this stamp?"

"What's wrong?"

Qu Xiaowei looked at the stamps, they were given to him by Lin Weimin when he accompanied Lin Weimin to visit Yanjing City, and Lin Weimin bought a lot of them at that time.

He said vigilantly, "You don't mean you want to go back, do you?"

Lin Weimin cast a contemptuous look at him, "Do you think I'm the same as you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You gave the stamps. It's up to me how I want to use them."

Lin Weimin is a man who mourns his misfortune, but is angry and indisputable!
"All right, all right, use it as you like."

This grandson thief, there will be times when you cry in the future.

Qu Xiaowei left like a victorious general.

Lin Weimin knew that this boy's letter must be sent to his pen pal again. The two autographed books he bought from him before, one from Wan Jiabao and one from Wang Meng, were all sent to the other party.

According to Qu Xiaowei's description, the other party was a female college student studying in Jinling.

Lin Weimin recalled Qu Xiaowei's expression when he said this, and almost burst into tears.

His evaluation of this is: the toad wants to eat swan meat.

However, he also had to admit that Qu Xiaowei, a toad, really spent his life to eat swan meat. This is a signed book and a monkey ticket. If he didn't get it in the end, he might want to die in the future.

Lin Weimin came to the meeting room, and Lao Jiao, who shared the same dormitory with him, had already been here.

He found a seat, sat down, and began to write.

Inspiration is very important to a writer, but inspiration alone is far from being able to support the birth of a work.

"The Death of Yura", he rewrote the four-character title on the manuscript paper. In the past few days, the thoughts in his mind suddenly had an outlet, and the pen kept writing on the paper.

After a long time, Huang Anyi came over and asked, "Lin Weimin, are you writing a new novel?"

"Yes."

"Is it the one that Teacher Tang asked you to write?"

"Correct."

Huang Anyi suddenly became interested, "Can you let me read it after you write it?"

Yo, I finally don't hold grudges.

Lin Weimin happily agreed, "Success."

After writing for so long, Lin Weimin was also tired, and he stood up and tilted his neck.

Tang Kangmei who was next to him asked, "Weimin, can you lend me your manuscript?"

"Then you have to ask An Yi, she has booked the first reader."

"No, I'm talking about the one you wrote yesterday."

"What are you talking about? Ask Gu Hua for it, it's at his place."

"Got it."

Staying in the conference room until almost nine o'clock, Lin Weimin went to the water room to wash up and returned to the dormitory. There were a few more people in the dormitory, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, and Cheng Shixu.

Gu Hua came to return the manuscript, and Cheng Shixu came to borrow the manuscript.

"Unfortunately, Tang Kangmei just finished talking to me, and I promised her."

Cheng Shixu was slightly disappointed, "Then I'll borrow it after she finishes watching."

Gu Hua teased, "Wei Min, your novel is very popular in our class!"

"How to say?"

"Everyone is waiting to see it curiously. You are the first novella in our class that came out during the study period."

"That can only show that everyone is curious."

"No, no, I've finished reading the novel, how can I not know what level it is?" Gu Hua shook her head, her eyes full of praise, "Although your novel is not so literary and thought-provoking, it is better than the ups and downs in the story. , which can be called a good work.”

Lin Weimin smiled gratifiedly. Of course he knows the pros and cons of this novel based on film and television works, but it is still something to be happy to be praised by others.

In fact, the film and television prototype of his novel also has the original novel, but the original is very short, only more than 1 words, and it is straightforward, without the ups and downs of the TV series, full of enthusiasm.

When he came to him, he basically dealt with it according to the plot of the TV series. There are more than 8 words, and the weight of a proper novella is enough to publish a single book.

"I feel the same way as Gu Hua. The storyline of your novel is so strong that I can't help but see pictures in my mind when I'm reading it," Huang Zonghan said.

Cheng Shixu was very itchy by the two people, and Tang Kangmei didn't come to pick up the manuscript at this time, so he simply took the manuscript to enjoy his eyes first, but he couldn't take his eyes away after looking at it.

When Tang Kangmei came to pick up the manuscript, seeing him like this, he could only show it to him first.

"I really can't see it. Is Wei Min's novel so magical? You have to show it to me after you finish it, and I have to read it carefully." She said in disbelief.

Before, she wanted to borrow the manuscript because she was interested in listening to the conversation between Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao about the plot of the novel. Cheng Shixu's performance aroused her inner curiosity even more, making her itch.

In this way, the first novel written by Lin Weimin in the Literary Research Institute had set off a wave of follow-up reading among many students before he had time to find magazines and newspapers to submit.

And it was Qu Xiaowei who pushed this matter to a climax.

(End of this chapter)