1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 253

In the evening of midsummer, the basketball court in Dongshan Hotel was full of energetic shouts.

This afternoon, Lin Weimin proposed a friendly game on the basketball court after dinner, which won the unanimous support of many writers.

There are three generations of old, middle-aged and young people in this pen meeting. It is very easy to gather two basketball teams.

After dinner, everyone came to the basketball court, divided into teams, and everyone was eager to try.

On the sidelines of the basketball court, not only the rest of the colleagues stood up and cheered for everyone, but also the staff of Dongshan Hotel were also watching the fun.

Everyone is very curious about what great writers look like when they play basketball.

What could it be like?

To describe them as ordinary is a compliment.

"Pass the ball! Pass the ball!"

The tall and big Ma Yuan is a power forward, but he doesn't do anything that a power forward should do. When the ball is passed to him, it's like sticking to his hands. He doesn't pass the ball, but dribbles I was so angry that I had to make a fadeaway jumper every now and then.

Another missed mid-range shot from beyond the free throw line, Lin Weimin couldn't help complaining: "You can't make a pass?"

There is no father and son on the basketball court, Ma Yuan is not to be outdone, "What a great opportunity just now, there is no one in front of me, what a pity not to shoot!"

"Then did you invest in it?"

"It doesn't feel right, I'll definitely go in next time."

I believe you a ghost!
Want to have a next time?
Lin Weimin secretly teamed up with Yu Hua and Mo Yan, and he couldn't let Ma Yuan, a lone wolf, get the ball anymore. This guy is a cancer on the court!

Yu Hua and Mo Yan agreed with Mr. Lin's words.

Originally, Lin Weimin thought it would be fine to just take Shi Tiesheng for a stroll on the court. After all, his team was young and strong, and just an average age was enough to crush his own team.

But looking at it now, these old...comrades have a strong will to fight!

Then don't force me to use my trump card!
"When you two get the ball later, pass it to Tiesheng!" Lin Weimin supported Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair handle, offering advice.

When forming the team just now, Lin Weimin kept saying that he wanted Shi Tiesheng to experience the joy of running fast on the basketball court.

It's hard to refuse such an aboveboard reason!
Come on, say yes.

This is where Shi Tiesheng came on stage.

But these people on the opposite side didn't expect that Lin Weimin would be so shameless after being beaten to death.

Shi Tiesheng must be unable to dribble while sitting in a wheelchair. When the ball is passed to him, he can only hold it. Can you grab the ball from a disabled person?

It is simply annihilation of humanity!Moral bankruptcy!

Everyone can drown you with one mouthful of saliva!

Yu Hua and Mo Yan looked at each other, and only then did they understand the reason why Teacher Lin wanted to bring Shi Tiesheng to the stage just now.

teacher LIN……

High!

Mr. Chen, the guest referee, blew the whistle and served again, and the players on the court started to run.

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng upside down, slammed on the brakes, and Shi Tiesheng caught the oncoming basketball.

Lu Yao on the opposite side put on a posture and wanted to defend, but Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair and bumped into him directly.

If he refused, he would have to directly bump into Shi Tiesheng.

At this moment, the words hospital, critical illness, and first aid quickly flashed through Lu Yao's mind, and then his fat body dodged to the side, lightly avoiding the basketball court death squad composed of Lin Weimin, Shi Tiesheng and wheelchairs.

The wheelchair went all the way to the basket, and Shi Tiesheng shot with both hands.

Missed.

It doesn't matter, Lin Weimin let go of his wheelchair to grab the rebound, and when he got it, he handed it over to Shi Tiesheng, and then shot again.

in!

Two points in hand!

The youth team applauded with cheers and high-fives.

The middle-aged team gathered together and looked at this group of people, murmuring.

"How shameless!"

"Yeah, who would have thought that doing so much harm to the people!"

"This kid is born with iron to command the stadium!"

The middle-aged team discussed for a long time and decided to make a temporary substitution.

Qin Chaoyang was dragged onto the stage by several people.

If you have to use one sentence to describe this game, it can probably be described as a basketball game that constantly breaks through the lower limit.

The final result was that the youth team narrowly beat the middle-aged team by 2 points, and the price they paid was that Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair ran off a rim.

It was even worse for the middle-aged team, Tan Chaoyang got angry and Liu Xinwu sprained his ankle.

A ball game ended in a tragic ending.

Lin Weimin, who was the instigator, was called to the room by Wei Junyi that night.

A few walls away, everyone could hear Mrs. Wei's roar.

"How old is Lao Tan, and you still drag him to the court to torment him?"

"There is also Tiesheng. He is seriously ill and it is not easy to go out. How dare you take him to play basketball? Let him hold the ball? What do you think?"

"Do you know what people said about the two of you just now? You, Tiesheng, and the wheelchair, you three, the Death Squad!"

"Fortunately, I thought you would be more prudent as the deputy editor-in-chief. Now I understand what it means to change your country easily and your temperament hard to change!"

"The face of our Guowen Society has been humiliated by you!"

"Go back and write me an inspection!"

Under the comfort of Huang Anyi's eyes, Lin Weimin walked out of Wei Junyi's room with drooping eyebrows, and met writers who were going out for a "walk" in the corridor.

Lin Weimin saw four words on their faces - gloating.

Half a month's pen meeting passed by in a flash, and it came to an end when no one was aware of it.

The night before leaving, the editorial department held a less formal summary meeting.

For the pen meeting, the editors invite authors who they are familiar with or think have potential to come to scenic spots to visit mountains and rivers, eat, drink and have fun. What is the purpose?
Of course it is manuscript.

So, such things as the PEN Club may sound nice, but they all have a strong utilitarian color.

Publishing houses or magazines spend a lot of money to let writers travel around, but it is actually a gentle trap of asking for manuscripts and urging them to sue.

It's time for everyone to eat, drink, and play. When it comes to manuscripts, you can't hesitate to stop talking, right?

Wouldn't that be a prostitute?
The authors are all decent people, so they must come up with themes that have been prepared, and some have even written a lot, just like Liu Xinwu, so that they will not be ashamed of the kindness of the editorial department.

Overall, the results of this PEN meeting are remarkable.

During the PEN Conference, two novels and three novellas were published, one of which was "The Bell and Drum Tower" by Liu Xinwu, and the novella included "Mr. Blue Robe" by Cheng Zhongshi and "Little Baozhuang" by Huang Anyi.

Whether half a month is long or short is not enough. If it is a long or medium-length novel, this time is very tight.

Everyone basically has ideas or pens before participating in the PEN conference. After attending the PEN conference, with mutual exchanges and inspiration with editors and colleagues, writing will naturally be much smoother.

In addition to these completed works, the writers participating in the PEN Fair have nearly [-] medium-length works that are still being conceived or created. In the next few months, "Contemporary" will usher in another high-quality exchange. Manuscript tide.

On the morning of early August, the room in the Dongshan Hotel was a bit busy. Everyone was packing their luggage after breakfast, and some people were leaving communication methods for each other.

The editorial department and writers of "Contemporary" who have been here for half a month are leaving here.

When he came to the hotel lobby, Lin Weimin ordered people for a long time, but one person was missing.

"Where's Lu Yao?"

Cheng Zhongshi said: "I went out in the morning, I should have breakfast."

"You bastard!" Lin Weimin scolded.

There was a good laugh from everyone.

After staying together for half a month, everyone knew Lu Yao's habit of going out for breakfast.

After waiting for a while, I saw Lu Yao walking back leisurely with square steps.

"Hurry up and get in the car!" Lin Weimin shouted.

When Lu Yao got into the car, Lin Weimin reprimanded in a low voice: "If you devote half of your energy to going out for breakfast to create, you don't have to envy Lao Cheng!"

Lu Yao didn't speak, and silently took out a few pieces of letter paper from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"It's nothing, the outline of the new novel, I wrote it in the past two days, you can take a look!"

He said he wanted to show it, but the general expression on Lu Yao's face was: Take the manuscript, you shut up!
Lin Weimin read: "I just wrote a summary, I'm going to drive you crazy..."

His eyes fell on the paper, and he was instantly attracted by the name "Sun Shaoping", before swallowing the words.

It was just a few pages of story outlines, and Lin Weimin had already finished reading the bus on the road before reaching the train station.

It was confirmed that what the words on the paper described was the outline of the novel that was popular in China in later generations.

Looking up again, Lin Weimin had a gratified smile on his face.

"Not bad, not bad, it seems that the half-month time was not wasted, and I still did some serious business."

"The outline is there. When will this manuscript be handed in?" Lin Weimin asked again with a smile.

Lu Yao pondered for a moment, "I have to look up information and collect information first when I go back. It will take a year before I start writing, right? I can't tell you how to hand in the manuscript, at least it will take a year or two."

Lin Weimin didn't know how long it took Lu Yao to write this novel, but he thought it would not be short.He felt that Lu Yao was a little too optimistic. Such a million-word struggle epic would have taken three to five years at least with Lu Yao's pissing nature.

Thinking this way in his heart, Lin Weimin didn't speak for fear of hurting his confidence and enthusiasm.

"Okay, just call or write to me if you need anything."

Lu Yao nodded, that's right.

You editor, just wait for the manuscript to be received, why are there so many weird words?

When the bus arrived at the train station, everyone got off.

Everyone is scattered all over the world, so it is naturally impossible to go together by car.

It is inevitable to say goodbye when parting. The time of the pen meeting is short, and the friendship formed is not deep, but this kind of friendship is like a seed planted in the soil, which will slowly take root and sprout in the next few years.

The trains came one after another, and the number of people in the queue became smaller and smaller.

At noon, the train bound for Yanjing arrived. Lin Weimin and other editors of "Contemporary" waved goodbye to the rest of the writers.

On the platform, Huang Anyi was at the end of the crowd, quietly watching Lin Weimin bid farewell to everyone.

On the return journey, as usual, Lin Weimin carried Shi Tiesheng on the train.

A group of people got on the car, entered the compartment, opened the windows, and waved goodbye to their friends standing on the platform.

Jin Ying wanted to go back to Baoding, and took a bus with Lin Weimin and the others. She was next to Lin Weimin, looking at the lonely woman on the platform, and then glanced at Lin Weimin, who was heartlessly saying goodbye to everyone jokingly.

A sigh!
　The second is later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)