1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 228
83 is the Year of the Pig, and this year's Lunar New Year's Day, Lin Weimin is much busier than before.

Woke up early to pay New Year's greetings to my brother-in-law, and hurried to the train station. Today, my little girlfriend and the Little Baihua Yue Opera Troupe are going back to Zhijiang, so he has to see him off. This parting will be at least a few months without seeing him.

But when Lin Weimin arrived at the train station, he waited and waited, but he didn't see the large troupe of the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe.

Seeing that it was past eight o'clock, and waiting to delay the New Year greetings at the teacher's house, Lin Weimin rode a bicycle all the way to the Temple of Heaven Hotel.

"Comrade, has the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe left?"

After one or two months of rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala, the people at the front desk had known Lin Weimin for a long time, "No, they continued for another day."

what's the situation?
Lin Weimin asked the front desk to make an internal call to Tao Huimin, and she came down from upstairs after a while.

"What's going on? Didn't you say you're leaving?" Lin Weimin asked.

Tao Huimin had a bit of joy on her face, "We all packed our things in the morning and were ready to go to the train station. The team leader received a call and said that we should stay in Yanjing for a few days. He said that a leader saw our I appreciate the show very much, let us stay in Yanjing to perform for a while before returning to Zhijiang. I couldn’t get in touch with you, and I wanted to go to the train station to find you, but I didn’t expect you to come so soon.”

It turned out that this was the case, Lin Weimin was happy, at least he could meet Tao Huimin a few more times again.

"Then can you still have a vacation?"

Tao Huimin shook her head, "I don't know. The head of the group is communicating the situation now. If the itinerary is really set, they should take advantage of the Spring Festival holiday to perform?"

"That's too hard." Lin Weimin held her hand and said, "Come to my house someday, and I'll make you some delicious treats."

Tao Huimin said shyly, "I won't go."

His tone was not as firm as before, Lin Weimin said: "Just go to recognize the door and have a meal."

Tao Huimin hesitated and said, "I'm afraid I don't have time."

"It doesn't matter, there will definitely be a squeeze. When you have time someday, I will lead you there."

Tao Huimin reluctantly agreed.

The two talked for a while, and Jiang Yao came down to find Tao Huimin, saying that the head of the group had called them to a meeting, and that there was probably something about the performance.

"Then you go up first, I will come to you tomorrow."

After leaving the Temple of Heaven Hotel, Lin Weimin went straight to Muxidi.

Mr. Wan is in good spirits today, and he took Lin Weimin to chat about last night's Spring Festival Gala.

"This Spring Festival Gala is very interesting. The two sketches you wrote are also good. The structure is simple, but the burden is just right, and the performance of the actors is not bad. The one who plays Huang Shiren is your nephew, right?"

"Yes, I haven't been in Renyi for a long time, and my acting skills are relatively ordinary."

"It's not bad. But the two young men who acted with him performed really well."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Teacher, you are really astute. Those two are from Renyi's actor training class. Renyi is very optimistic about them. Maybe they will become the mainstay of Renyi in the next few years."

Mr. Wan shook his head and smiled, "Oh, I really don't go often, even our people can't recognize me."

After talking about the Spring Festival Gala, Mr. Wan talked about the novel "The Horseman".

"Tao Ma Ren" was published in the January supplement of "People's Literature". More than a month has passed since now. Mr. Wan is busy with work, so he just finished reading it.

"Overall, it's excellent. But I think the treatment of the character Bayin is a little too light, which makes people feel uncomfortable!"

"You mean, his ending was too good?"

Mr. Wan nodded, and said: "It might be better if there is a causal loop at the end. For example, the turmoil in the past five or so years, if it is applied to Bayin, it will be very suitable, and the sense of fate will come out all at once."

"I did consider this before, but in the end I decided to use the current ending mainly because of the feelings of many comrades who have experienced buzzing.

In the past few years, scar literature has become popular, and the protagonists have been persecuted, so everyone can empathize with them.

Now if I take the liberty to do the opposite and turn persecuted people into villains, it may hurt the feelings of many comrades.

The current ending is a bit lacking in thickness, but it is better in terms of irony. There must be a trade-off! "

At the end of Lin Weimin's speech, he showed a free and easy smile.

Mr. Wan has been listening to his words carefully, until he finished speaking, he nodded and said: "That's right, you are very careful and careful."

"but……"

He looked directly at Lin Weimin, "If it's just to worry about some people's feelings, there is no need to modify the ending."

Then his expression relaxed again, "But the two endings of yours are not the same, so it can be seen that you put your heart into it."

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he was not criticized.

"You just mentioned the deputy editor-in-chief. You should be very busy. Have you started writing recently?" Mr. Wan asked again.

Every time we meet, this topic cannot be avoided, and Lin Weimin is used to it.

"Just started. It's a story about a rich young man in Shanghai and a poor French girl."

After listening to Mr. Wan, he found it a bit interesting, "The details must be well controlled, whether it is Shanghai or France, including the feminine perspective, these are things you have never experienced, so you must pay attention."

"Yeah, these few questions require a lot of time and energy, just like I did when I wrote "The Lasso Man" before."

Mr. Wan patted his thigh at this moment, "By the way, wait a minute."

As he spoke, he walked into the study room, and after a while, he came out with a few books.

"These books were prepared when I visited France in the 80s, just so you can use them."

Lin Weimin took the book and said with a smile: "It's kind of you, at least you saved me a few trips to the Capital Library."

In the days without the Internet, looking up information is definitely something that can make people poor.

After leaving Mr. Wan's house, Lin Weimin went to Shi Tiesheng's house to pay New Year's greetings.

After finishing the work, the whole morning has passed.

From the beginning of the second year of junior high school, he successively visited the teachers at the Institute of Literature Research and several leaders of the Chinese Literature Society.

Time flies and the holiday is over.

Tao Huimin's Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe was the first group to enjoy the benefits of this Spring Festival Gala. After their troupe performed "Five Girls Blessing Birthday" on the [-]th night, they received a call on the first day of the junior high school asking them to stay in Yanjing to perform. opening, first show

It was actually in Huairen Hall, Lin Weimin couldn't do it even if he wanted to support his little girlfriend.

Then I went to the people's hall for a special performance, all the places Lin Weimin couldn't go to, I wanted to take the opportunity to meet a few times in private, but I didn't give the opportunity at all.

Tao Huimin took the time to call Lin Weimin, and she spoke in a very excited tone.

On the morning when she made the phone call, Xiao Baihua Yue Opera Troupe had just been received by the leaders at a state important place. For literary and art workers in this era, this was considered the highest courtesy, and Xiao Baihua couldn't help being excited.

"Then I'm not good enough for you this time!"

Lin Weimin has won several national awards, but he has never been received by the leaders of the 1st and 2nd levels. It seems that the Cultural Association is still not good!
"What nonsense are you talking about? The leader is just interviewing us, and we are just ordinary actors..." She said with a shy tone, "Actually...you are much better than me!"

Lin Weimin liked to hear these words, so he asked his little girlfriend to talk more, but she hung up the phone.

Lin Weimin came out of Qin Chaoyang's office, returned to the editorial department, and continued to read the newly listed "Literary News".

Since its resumption of publication in 78, "Literary News" was first a monthly publication, and then became a semi-monthly publication, until last year it was changed back to a monthly publication.

The "Literary News" in Lin Weimin's hands has just been listed, and the article written by Lin Weimin at the invitation of "Literary News" years ago is being published in the "Discussion" column of this issue - "Our Literary Creation" Need a Hundred Flowers to Bloom".

In the article, Lin Weimin first expounded the historical reasons for the formation of the current domestic literary creation environment and the current trends, and then talked about "Contemporary" as a domestic first-line literary magazine's views on these phenomena and trends and the corresponding actions, and finally it is a strategic plan The major literary newspapers and periodicals should open their arms and embrace all rivers and rivers.

In the article, I also used the first issue of "Contemporary" this year to show my own experience. Although this statement is suspected of boasting, but the achievements and repercussions of the first issue are put there, and no one else can refute it even if they want to.

Rong Shihui also just finished reading "Literary News", and said in a teasing tone: "Weimin will be in the limelight now!"

Liu Yin said: "It is certain to be popular, and it is also certain to be scolded."

As she spoke, she smiled gloatingly.

If you look at this article published by Lin Weimin in the "Literary News" from the perspective and viewpoint of later generations, it is absolutely correct no matter how you look at it.

But at the node of 83, it is not always the case.

After the turmoil in the past few years, the atmosphere of public opinion and creation in China seems to be more open and tolerant, but in fact the garbage of history cannot be swept away so easily.

Why did Lu Yao's "Thrilling Scene" fail to be published after submitting to several journals under the premise of passing the quality test?
Why did Xu Jingya suffer criticism after the publication of "The Rising Poetry Group" for his misty poems, and finally even published an article in "People's Daily" a few years later to conduct self-criticism.

Young writers such as Yu Hua and others have created pioneering works. Why do some editors get evaluations like "not novels", which are even worse than "shit" Even more, because it fundamentally negates your creation.

Lin Weimin's article "Our Literary Creation Needs a Hundred Flowers to Bloom" has a very high tone. At first glance, I think this person can really talk big and sing high-profile.

But anyone who knows Lin Weimin's identity and the content of the first issue of "Contemporary" this year will know that Lin Weimin and "Contemporary" are interpreting their ideas with practical actions.

Literary creation should be full of flowers.

While Lin Weimin was flipping through this issue of "Literary News", this newly released publication was also placed in front of countless readers across the country.

Some conservatives sneered at his high-spirited speeches;

The article "Our Literary Creation Needs a Hundred Flowers to Bloom" published in the second issue of "Literary News" in 1983 is destined to cause an uproar in the domestic literary world and among the majority of literature lovers.

But for the time being, this kind of wave hasn't hit Lin Weimin yet.

After reading this issue of "Literary News", Lin Weimin focused his attention on the letters from readers.

The legacy of the first issue of the magazine in 83 is still raging, and letters from readers have filled the mailroom during the Spring Festival holiday.

Just picking out the letters from readers to the author of this issue took up a lot of energy in the editorial department, and Lin Weimin scratched his head anxiously in the face of tens of thousands of letters.

"Leader, let's recruit people!" He ran to Meng Weizai's office to offer advice.

Meng Weizai spit out a mouthful of tea foam, "You recruit people as soon as you say, you think our editorial department is a street restaurant?"

Lin Weimin felt that Lao Meng's words were a bit inappropriate. Restaurants are all state-run these days, and they don't just go in whenever they want.

"I mean get some volunteers."

Meng Weizai became interested when he heard this new vocabulary, "Why are you looking for volunteers? We are not a charity organization?"

"It's called a 'volunteer', but it's actually a temporary worker. There are too many chores in the office. Everyone is so busy with work, and it takes a lot of time to deal with these chores every day.

You also know that since the first issue was launched, the number of manuscripts submitted to our publication has doubled almost twice as much as before. "

Mr. Lin is now a great writer, but at the same time he has official status.

When I became an official, my heart was darkened!
Meng Weizai couldn't imagine where Lin Weimin's ghost ideas came from. At first, he thought it was extremely deviant, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to be able to carry it out.

"How to recruit this person?" Meng Weizai pulled Lin Weimin to sit on the sofa, and began to consult in detail.

"Looking for college students! These days, how many college students are not literary youths? If you hear that "Contemporary" is recruiting volunteers, you probably have to bring your own dry food to do it."

Meng Weizai waved his hand and said: "That's not okay, it's not counted as letting people do free work, and let people bring their own dry food?"

"Leader, I just want to describe their mood, how can we not give money, isn't that more ruthless than Huang Shiren?"

"Then how about this treatment?"

"On a daily basis, give subsidies. Don't we give those who edit manuscripts a subsidy of two yuan a day? This group of college students only needs one yuan a day. The young people are so sudden... they are all good comrades, educated, and have ideals. It is a contribution to the literary cause of the great motherland!"

Hearing Lin Weimin's increasingly outrageous words, Meng Weizai really wanted to give him a kick, but after all, this kid wanted to worry about the editorial department, so Lao Meng decided to bear it for the time being.

Lin Weimin looked at Meng Weizai without any response for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "Leader, what do you think of my idea?"

(End of this chapter)