1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 212 I Will Write Slowly This Time
Entering December, Yanjing completely cooled down.There are fallen leaves on the street, adding a bit of winter bleakness.

As the outdoor temperature dropped, the basketball court between the front and rear buildings of the Guowen Society became deserted. On the contrary, the table tennis tables in the corridor continued to heat up, and they had to queue up to play.

Liu Yin was annoyed by the noise of ping-pong-pong in the corridor, and complained: "You shouldn't have these ping-pong tables, look at the gang of ramming goods upstairs, they don't do their jobs all day long."

Rong Shihui said: "It doesn't matter if you relax, you usually play too!"

"Mr. Rong, you are spoiling them too much."

"Hehe." Rong Shihui smiled kindly, he has always treated the author generously, and Liu Yin has completely different styles.

Liu Yin joked, "You're laughing like I'm usually harsh on them."

"I didn't say that."

Liu Yin's eyes glanced at Zhang Zhonge's table. He was communicating with the author. If it got out, it would definitely hinder her work of drafting manuscripts.

You can't just let yourself bear such a reputation, you have to find someone to set off yourself.

Thinking of this, she said, "Have you read Xiaomo's letter?"

Rong Shihui nodded.

"No matter how ruthless I am, I will never be ruthless for the people. He is the black-hearted Zhou Paipi who locked Xiao Mo in a guest house to write. He will not release the novel until he finishes writing it."

Zhu Changsheng joined in the fun and said, "Yes, this move for the people is too ruthless, and the landlords in the old society did not reach this level."

The smile on Rong Shihui's face was somewhat deep, and he asked, "Do you know who was the last one to enjoy this kind of treatment?"

Liu Yin and Zhu Changsheng recalled for a moment, and an image emerged in their minds.

"Lu Yao?"

Rong Shihui nodded, "That's right!"

Zhu Changsheng stroked his chin, frowned and said, "Mr. Rong means that he is very particular about using this method for the people. He must be very optimistic about this author."

"good."

After listening to the conversation between the two, Liu Yin also felt that it made some sense.

Lu Yao was locked up by Lin Weimin in a small black room on the third floor to finish editing "Life" before he was released. What happened to Mo Yan was almost the same as him.

Several people were talking, and Zhang Zhonge had finished communicating with the author and sent them out.

He walked over and said with a smile: "Liu Yin, you are too bad! When you were talking just now, my author listened with all his ears, and even talked to me a few beats later."

Rong Shihui laughed and said, "She, that's the purpose. She must be afraid that her reputation will be bad, and she wants to use Weimin as a backstop."

Having been exposed, Liu Yin laughed and said: "I'm not talking nonsense, isn't this done for the people? It just so happens that he is not here, so who is he talking about?"

The colleagues were laughing and laughing, and the atmosphere in the office was full of joy.

At this time, in the ward of Xiehe Hospital.

The wind outside the window was a bit strong, and it moved in the gap between the window and the window frame, forming a howling sound, but the atmosphere inside the house was quiet.

Guo Yudao's examination results came out, liver cancer is advanced.

He is the pillar of the family, and he has already predicted his illness. His wife can't hide it from him, so she can only truthfully tell him the results of the examination.

Today Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei made an appointment to see him. After hearing the news, they fell silent.

The two of them didn't know how to comfort Guo Yudao, and felt that no matter how heartwarming words they said at this time, they would be powerless.

In the face of life and death, what people can do is really limited.

"Old Guo, don't be too pessimistic. Although this disease cannot be cured, it can still be maintained. Xiehe can be regarded as the best hospital in the country. You can live here with confidence and live for five or eight years. shouldn't be a problem."

Qu Xiaowei scratched his head for a long time before he came up with these two sentences.

Guo Yudao's eyes were originally looking out of the window, but when he heard his words, he turned his head back, his eyes were calm, and his face became more and more gray.

Qu Xiaowei may also feel that his words are suspected of deceiving children, and his eyes dodge.

Lin Weimin patted Qu Xiaowei on the shoulder, "Okay, don't comfort me, it's useless to say anything at this time."

He said to Guo Yudao: "Old Guo, why don't I make arrangements for you first, and meet the teacher and classmates!"

His tone is relaxed, with a touch of humor, and he talks about the parting meeting like a fan meeting.

Thinking of those familiar faces and the days they spent together, Guo Yudao couldn't help but look forward to it.

After a long time, he shook his head, "Forget it. A person who is dying, what is there to see, it will spoil everyone's mood for no reason."

Lin Weimin felt a little sad when he heard this sentence. Lao Guo didn't talk much when he was in the Institute of Literature. He was better at actions than words.

"Everyone must also want to meet you." Lin Weimin persuaded.

Guo Yudao shook his hand, "It's better not to see each other. Let everyone's memories of me stay at the Research Institute."

He sighed, "The days back then were so beautiful!"

Qu Xiaowei could hardly control his tears, he had nostalgia for the past, but more of it was the bitterness and sadness of parting from life and death.

"Okay, then we won't see you. You can rest assured to be treated in the hospital. What Xiaowei said is a bit exaggerated, but with good treatment, it will not be a problem for two or three years." Lin Weimin persuaded.

Guo Yudao looked at Lin Weimin, with despair behind those calm eyes.

With just one look, Lin Weimin understood what he meant.

Guo Yudao turned his head away and said to his wife, "Go back to Xining."

Tears welled up in his wife's eyes almost instantly, how could he not understand what her husband said?

Not only her, but Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei also understood, feeling very uncomfortable.

"There's nothing to cry about. It's just a pile of loess. Go early and go late. Save some money for the family."

When Guo Yudao said this, his wife cried even more.

Guo Yudao smiled wryly and said: "Before, I always had such a fluke in mind, thinking what if it was a misdiagnosis? You have suffered a lot from me. This time it's all right, I'm sure, and I feel at ease."

The more Lin Weimin listened, the more he couldn't bear it, "Old Guo, you don't need to worry about money, I will find a way for you."

Qu Xiaowei also chimed in: "That's right. Lao Guo, you don't even know that Weimin's novels are now published in the United States, and he earns rice knives. He is now a big dog!"

When Guo Yudao heard this, the expression on his face finally changed a little. He sighed: "The people in our class have the highest talent for serving the people, and they are really getting better and better now!"

Lin Weimin held his hand, "Yes, so you don't have to worry about money."

Guo Yudao shook his head resolutely, "Sometimes manpower is poor. How much money I spend on this disease is a waste of money. Do you really think I am such a person who treats death like home? But if there is one percent hope, you think I will Are you willing to give up? But, is there that one percent possibility?"

Lin Weimin was silent, and Qu Xiaowei and his wife were also silent. The only sound in the ward was his wife's sobbing.

After a long time, Guo Yudao spoke again, "So, I won't cause trouble for everyone."

His tone was still calm, but there was a sense of determination.

Guo Yudao leaned against the bed, held Lin Weimin's hand, and said, "Weimin, do you know? In our class, you are the person I most envy."

He looked into Lin Weimin's eyes, "Your talent is so high, it makes people not only envious, but also jealous, and you are so young. I still remember the time when I watched a movie in Xiaoxitian, just chatting casually. , "The Death of Yura" was created out of your mouth, it's amazing."

"Unlike us, writing a work can't wait to think hard for three or five years."

"There have been more and more of your works in the past two years. I have read every one of them. Not only is the output high, but the quality is also surprisingly good, which is really enviable."

"You know? The biggest regret in my life is that I haven't even written a decent novel."

In addition to envy, Guo Yudao's tone was more regretful.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Cheng Zhongshi whom he met some time ago.

"Wish, wish wow, wish, wish I could make myself a brick to hold my head!"

For a writer who mainly writes novels, a long-standing novel is, as Cheng Zhongshi said, something that can be used as a cushion after death, and it can make these poets who play with words go down in history. thing.

Lin Weimin wanted to comfort Guo Yudao that he still had time, but he knew that a novel needs not only time, but also the painstaking effort and energy of the creator.

Guo Yudao's current physical condition is simply not enough to support him to complete a full-length novel.

There was no words for each other, only the hands were tightly held.

Lin Weimin felt his hands being clenched again by Guo Yudao, and Guo Yudao stared closely at his eyes.

"Wei Min, I've seen all of your previous works, and they're all good, but you're just a bit lacking in energy. Don't waste your talent, promise me!"

Guo Yudao looked at Lin Weimin earnestly.

Lin Weimin knew that it was not only an exhortation to himself, but also a certain expectation for the regret that could not be fulfilled in his heart.

Lin Weimin suppressed the sadness in his heart and nodded, "I will definitely write well."

Guo Yudao's last words seemed to make the atmosphere in the room completely sad.

"Okay, okay, don't be so sad, I haven't left yet, just say a few words." Guo Yudao said with a forced smile.

Lin Weimin sorted out his emotions, and joked: "Old Guo, I will let you be the protagonist in my next novel, and I will burn it to you when it is finished."

Guo Yudao had a mischievous smile on his face, "You're a quick shooter, you're expecting me to leave early!"

"Don't worry, I'll write slowly this time!"

A moved look flashed in Guo Yudao's eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Qu Xiaowei who was on the side suddenly cried out, scolding Lin Weimin while crying.

"You bastard, no wonder the novel is so well written, it makes people cry so much when comforting people!"

Seeing him crying like a child, Guo Yudao and Lin Weimin pointed at him and laughed.

Laughing and laughing, tears flowed out.

　Second more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)