1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 204 A Little Conscience, But Not Much
He has joined the army for seven years, and Mo Yan is 27 years old this year. He is approaching the age of [-], and he knows very well that the opportunities that everyone can encounter in this life are actually very limited, nothing more than two or three times.

And among these few opportunities, each choice will have an extremely significant impact on his future life.

For example, when he was 20 years old, he was stubborn. Even if he had the cheek to beg for friends, even if he was enduring the gossip of the villagers, he would get out of his barren hometown.

Years later, the choice of that year has borne fruit, and he has become an honorable officer.

A name that has only been seen in publications and typefaces is now beside him.

Mo Yan knew very well that if he seized this opportunity, he might soar into the sky from now on.

Therefore, Mo Yan worked very hard.

He worked so hard that Lin Weimin was a little worried.

"Xiao Mo, if you can't do it, just take a break. Actually, it's not that urgent."

Mo Yan raised his head, his eyeballs were bloodshot, "Mr. Lin, it's okay. If you're tired, go back and rest first. I'm full of inspiration right now."

After persuading him for a while, Mo Yan put down his pen to rest, and Lin Weimin was finally able to relax and returned to his room.

It's just that Lin Weimin didn't know that just as he left the room, Mo Yan, who was already lying on the bed, got up again and came to the desk, his eyes sparkling.

This state lasted for three days. When Lin Weimin knocked on the door of Mo Yan's waiting room again this morning, he was greeted by Mo Yan with disheveled hair, exhausted face, but extremely high spirits. The curtains of the room were still drawn, and the sunlight Cut off, the air smells of tobacco shops.

"Xiao Mo, you haven't slept all night?" Lin Weimin asked in surprise.

Mo Yan nodded, "The more I write, the more I can't sleep."

Mo Yan let Lin Weimin into the room, and handed him the manuscript on the table, "Mr. Lin, the manuscript is finished."

It's efficient!

Lin Weimin glanced at the manuscript, and the name had already been chosen - "Folk Music".

After working as an editor for two years, Lin Weimin was very sensitive to the thickness of the manuscript, and he knew it by heart, at least [-] words.

He flipped through it for a while, and Mo Yan's progress can be seen with the naked eye. This "Folk Music" is at least much better than his second short story "Ugly Soldiers".

This kind of level is not ashamed to be included in "Contemporary", Lin Weimin gave this "Folk Music" a definition in his heart.

Completing a [-]-word short story in three days is neither high nor low, but that’s for experienced hands. Mo Yan is now getting a glimpse of the creative process, and can guarantee the quality of this manuscript in such a short period of time. It is not easy to create in large quantities.

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly noticed the messy desk, which seemed to be still writing, "This is..."

Mo Yan smiled embarrassedly, "After writing this novel, some inspiration came to my mind, and I want to write more."

Lin Weimin stared at Mo Yan, could it be that this is the legendary "Longchang Enlightenment"?
"Is the novel long?"

Mo Yan thought for a while, "There should be tens of thousands of words, I haven't fully figured it out yet, so I can't say it."

Lin Weimin put the manuscript back on the table, "Then continue writing. Your current creative state is rare. I will wait here for another two days. If you can finish writing, I will bring the two manuscripts together. Let's go. If you can't finish writing, just wait and mail it back to me."

The unreserved trust in Lin Weimin's words moved Mo Yan's heart, and he felt an urge to die for his confidant.

"Ms. Lin, don't worry, give me two days, and I will definitely finish writing."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Don't force yourself."

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin without speaking, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was beyond words.

After all, he is a young man, so staying up late shouldn't be a big problem, right?
I have been an editor for two years, and Mr. Lin has a little conscience, but there are not many.

"When will you come back, boy?" Tan Chaoyang's distorted voice on the phone was somewhat sullen.

It was agreed to let Lin Weimin go to collect manuscripts, but it took several days to go there.Yanqing is only a hundred miles away from Yanjing, and ten round trips in the past few days are enough.

"Leader, you don't know. Mo Yan has a bit of inspiration. When I got a little inspiration like this, his inspiration burst out!
You know me too, cherish your talents!
We can't let him miss such a good opportunity, just thinking about guiding him from the sidelines, isn't this also digging out another young writer with potential for our "Contemporary"! "

Lin Weimin used the phone in the guest house to make an outside call, holding the receiver between one cheek and shoulder, with a handful of peanuts in his hand, and holding a peanut in both hands, he pressed it lightly and opened it.

"That's right! It's not easy for young people to have such an opportunity. I will definitely teach you with my heart, so don't worry."

"It's just these two days, and I'll go back when I'm done."

"Alright, don't worry about it."

Lin Weimin put down the phone, paid the money, threw away the peanut skin in his hand, and was about to go upstairs to find Mo Yan.

Unexpectedly, a disheveled figure came down from the stairs and rushed towards Lin Weimin.

He was taken aback. Was he punished just after telling old Tan nonsense?
"teacher LIN!"

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the face of the person who came, "Xiao Mo, it's you!"

Mo Yan looked a little excited, and handed over a stack of manuscript paper.

"Mr. Lin, the novel is finished."

finished?
Lin Weimin looked surprised, and hesitantly took the manuscript.

This thickness... there must be [-] characters, right?

Lin Weimin recalled that it has only been two days since "Folk Music" was written.

The average amount of writing is at least [-] words per day, not to mention the era when all code words are written by hand, even the era of computer writing, this amount is also terrifying.

Mo Yan's efficiency is enough to make those four thousand bastards at the starting point ashamed to hang themselves on the southeast branch.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of the interview in later generations.

Little Mo, there is something!
Back in the room, Lin Weimin carefully read the two novels written by Mo Yan in five days.

A short story "Folk Music" with 1 words, and a novella "Transparent Carrot" with 3 words.

The quality of "Folk Music" has reached the publication standard of "Contemporary", but it may not be brilliant enough because it has just realized Taoism.

"Transparent Carrot" is different, even Lin Weimin felt amazed after watching it.

Compared with the "Ugly Soldiers" by Mo Yan that he read a few days ago, he was completely different, a qualitative leap.

"Well written!" Lin Weimin put down the manuscript, met Mo Yan's expectant gaze, and said seriously: "Publish both articles together!"

"Send it together?"

Mo Yan was puzzled and surprised at the same time, how could he do this?

Lin Weimin explained: "This January issue is to bring out the new, not just you. There is a young author named Yu Hua in Zhijiang, and his two novella will be published together in the January issue."

Hearing this, Mo Yan couldn't help admiring the courage and boldness of "Contemporary".

At the same time, I also became interested in that colleague who could publish two works in the same issue as myself.

Lin Weimin put away the manuscript, like a seasoned prostitute, he put on his clothes without paying.

"You have worked hard these past few days. I will tell your leaders to let you rest for two more days before going back to work." Lin Weimin told Mo Yan.

"Okay, Mr. Lin."

"I'll take the manuscript back first, and I'll notify you after it's officially confirmed to be published, and the manuscript fee bill will be mailed to you at that time."

There was an inexplicable sense of loss in Mo Yan's heart.

In the past few days, thanks to the guidance of Mr. Lin, he seems to have been assisted in his creation. After writing two novels, even he himself felt a little unbelievable.

Five days, [-] words.

Not to mention such a high-quality finish, just writing these words is something he has never tried before.

And all this is because of Teacher Lin's help.

Mo Yan felt deeply about Lin Weimin.

"Mr. Lin, thank you! Thank you!"

Before leaving, Mo Yan held Lin Weimin's hand tightly, his eyes were moist, and he murmured his thanks.

Lin Weimin was riding a motorcycle and looked back at Mo Yan who was still standing there waving at him.

Xiao Mo is an emotional person!

After another bumpy journey, a few hours later, Lin Weimin returned to Yanjing. He didn't even return home, so he went back to the Guowen Society first.

There are still two freshly published novels by Mo Yan in his pocket, so I should send them back for peace of mind.

After seeing Lin Weimin for several days, Liu Yin said, "Hey, Weimin is getting fat!"

Lin Weimin said with a guilty conscience: "Maybe he stayed up late, his work and rest are irregular, and his diet is irregular."

"Really?"

"Isn't that right? Sister Liu, don't stay up all night. Let's not talk about it, I'll find Lao Tan to sell the vacation."

Lin Weimin perfunctorily went to Tan Chaoyang's office.

"You still know how to come back?"

When Tan Chaoyang saw him, he felt strange.

With the manuscript in his pocket, Lin Weimin took it out and threw it on the table without any panic.

"Look at the results of our work these days!"

Tan Zhaoyang didn't bother to talk to Lin Weimin, picked up the manuscript and began to read it.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Lin Weimin with some doubts in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You directed this all?"

Lin Weimin held his head high and held his chest high, "It can't be called a guide, but Xiao Mo still has talent even if he gave some advice from the side."

Although doubtful about this kid's words, the facts speak louder than words.

Qin Chaoyang was thinking, or let Lin Weimin do all the drafting work of the editorial department in the future.

Anyway, he is still young and can afford to run.

"Not bad, the job is getting better and better."

Qin Zhaoyang praised Lin Weimin very much, and the leader can still see our achievements.

"It just so happens that someone recommended a comrade author to me. He is in Shaanxi, so you should drop by."

From Yanjing to Shaanxi thousands of kilometers, Lin Weimin really wanted to ask Tan Chaoyang, is the road to your home so smooth?
"Leader, the donkeys in the production team don't dare to use it like that! I just returned to Yanjing..."

"Then rest for two days before going."

Qin Chaoyang kept Lin Weimin's excuses in his mouth.

"I'll take a week off to finish that group."

"You kid still dare to negotiate terms?" Tan Chaoyang stared.

"What's the matter? I'm running all over the place, so I'm not allowed to take a vacation?" Lin Weimin argued with reason.

After looking at each other for a moment, Tan Chaoyang said, "Impossible for a week!"

"Those five days."

"Just three days, do you want love?" Tan Chaoyang said impatiently.

Lin Weimin nodded, "Three days is three days, don't regret it!"

After negotiating the conditions, Lin Weimin went out muttering.

Qin Zhaoyang shook his head and smiled wryly.

This monkey grandson!
(End of this chapter)