1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 24 I was born to eat this bowl of rice
Eating is a big thing for people in the 80s.

It is everyone's gratitude to them to provide a day's food for the few people who went to line up to buy books.

At noon, the classroom turned into a cafeteria again.There is a glass window in the corner next to the lectern and the blackboard, which is pulled open at meal times.

Everyone was queuing up for dinner. After Lin Weimin finished cooking, he turned around and saw Huang Anyi hesitating with food stamps in his hand.

He glanced at it, and took out a stack of bills from his pocket, "Here!"

The food stamps issued to everyone in the institute are national food stamps. According to the ratio, ten catties of national food stamps can be exchanged for four catties of rice coupons and six catties of noodle coupons.

Huang Anyi is a native of the south. She has been used to eating rice since she was a child, and replacing her monthly food stamps with rice is not enough for her to eat.Last month, she resisted eating pasta for almost half a month. This month, when she smelled steamed buns again, her stomach began to turn sour.

She looked down at the pile of small bills, about the size of a penny note, about the same color as kraft paper, with the words "Rice Ticket" printed in black on it.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't eat these rice tickets, you help me digest them." Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Huang Anyi looked at him suspiciously, she couldn't believe that there are people who can't even eat rice these days.

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Lin Weimin grabbed her hand and forced the rice ticket into her hand.

"Oh! What are you doing?" Huang Anyi blushed and struggled.

"You can take it here, don't grind it up."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Huang Anyi's reaction, she left with her lunch box.

After he left, Huang Anyi was immediately surrounded by several other girls in the same dormitory.

"Student Huang Anyi, tell me the truth, what's going on?"

"What's going on? How do I know what's going on?"

Huang Anyi said something with a blushing face, and hurried to the window to line up for dinner, escaping from the pressure of several people.

While eating, she glanced at Lin Weimin from time to time, flustered.

During class in the afternoon, teacher Tang Yuqiu found Lin Weimin during the break.

"Come out with me tonight to meet someone."

"See who?"

"Rong Shihui, he is the editor of Contemporary."

Lin Weimin was a little nervous at once. It was the first time he saw an editor at such a young age.

Previously, all articles were published by way of submission. He asked, "Why do I still have to see the editor?"

"What? Nervous?" Tang Yuqiu teased.

"That's not true." Lin Weimin said stiffly, "Mr. Qian has already said that there is no need to see the mother if eggs are delicious?"

"Stop talking nonsense here, people said that for readers, now you are required to communicate with the editor about your creative experience and the selection and modification of manuscripts."

"OK then."

After class in the afternoon, Lin Weimin was still planning to have a meal. Tang Yuqiu dragged him, "The editor is waiting for you in the editorial department after get off work. How dare you eat?"

Lin Weimin said I was embarrassed, but he didn't dare, for fear of being beaten to death.

No. 166 Chaonei Street, where the National Literature Publishing House is located.

A square, five-story building facing the street. The gray exterior wall looks old. The rows of windows on the wall are tightly closed. They are the earliest iron windows, which can be seen clearly from a long distance. Chu.

The courtyard wall of the National Literature Publishing House is not high, but the walls are pier and wrought iron railings. Tang Yuqiu took Lin Weimin to register and walked into the courtyard.

The first building he saw was the main building of the National Literature Publishing House. Through the back door of the corridor of the main building, the two came to the backyard.

There is also a red brick building here, which looks much newer than the front building, and it should not have been built for a few years.

The red brick building has four floors. Lin Weimin followed Tang Yuqiu to the second floor, which is similar to most office buildings in this era. There are offices in the north and south, and a corridor in the middle. The walls are painted with white lime and light green paint. upskirt.

After walking a few steps, you can see the blackboard on the wall of the corridor, with some content written on it, which looks like the work schedule of the editorial department.

The office of the editorial department is a room facing south. When you enter the office, there are several desks by the windows and walls. Each desk is full of manuscripts, and there are stacks of papers on the floor. A thick kraft paper bag bound with a rope to hold the manuscript, with the name of the manuscript written on it.

At this time, there were not many people in the office, only two people, presumably they were all off work.

Rong Shihui was digging through the manuscript, Tang Yuqiu said, "Shihui, I brought you the man."

Rong Shihui raised his head from a pile of manuscripts. He was a middle-aged man with a clear face and a pair of glasses on his nose. He said with a smile, "It can be regarded as coming."

"Come, come, sit."

He got up and warmly greeted the two to sit down, and poured them a cup of hot tea by the way.

Tang Yuqiu formally introduced the two of them. Rong Shihui looked at Lin Weimin with admiration in his eyes.

"It's rare to be able to write such a good article at such a young age!"

"Editor Rong, you are flattering me." Lin Weimin said modestly.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Rong Shihui talked about serious business with Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin had written two manuscripts before. After reading them, Tang Yuqiu felt that he recommended the novel "The Death of Yula" inspired by "Leaping Over the Crazy Asylum" to "Contemporary".

It took four or five days for the manuscript to be brought in. Rong Shihui read it once, which was equivalent to a preliminary review, and then handed it over to his colleague Zhu Changsheng to read it again. The two reviewers had very consistent opinions.

The manuscript is very good, but the overall tone is too dark, very magical, and not in line with the realism style of "Contemporary".

He first handed over the manuscript to Tan Chaoyang, deputy director and chief editor of the editorial department, for final review. Today, he specially asked Tang Yuqiu to find Lin Weimin, the author of the novel, and planned to have a good chat with him.

During this conversation, Rong Shihui really discovered something different.

"So, this novel was written entirely because of watching a movie?"

"Yes." Lin Weimin nodded, "It's equivalent to the homework that Teacher Tang gave me."

Tang Yuqiu smiled gratifiedly.

When talking about the idea of ​​creation, Lin Weimin said very simply, "At that time, the ending of the story already existed, and everyone advised me to use the ending and tone of the story to write. This is like an open-book exam, and it is not difficult."

"As for the issue of style, it was indeed set at the very beginning, and it is not easy to change now. The dark is darker, but I think it may be more powerful."

Lin Weimin's tone is downplaying, making people feel that writing a novel like "The Death of Yura" is as simple as drinking saliva.

Rong Shihui immediately didn't know what was going on. The style of "The Death of Yura" was not in line with "Contemporary". Put it aside, but judging from his many years of editing experience, the quality is definitely high, and the writing method is also very innovative. , a bit of the magicalism that is popular abroad now.

The young man in front of him is so young, but he writes such an article without any disturbance, which makes him unconsciously raise his expectations and evaluation in his heart.

He thought of Lin Weimin's experience, which Tang Yuqiu had told him before.I wrote a novel for a year, and won the National Excellent Short Story Award before it was officially published.

Rong Shihui suddenly had a thought in his heart, this kid was born to eat this bowl of rice!

(End of this chapter)