1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 263 Brought to America

As September approached, the crew of "Farewell My Concubine", who had been performing abroad for nearly two months, came back. Han Zhuangzhuang specially brought some local products of Yangcheng to Lin Weimin.

He and Chen Xiaoer didn't have much rest, so they directly joined the crew of "Latent".

Fortunately, there is no big scene in "Latent", the crew directly chose to shoot in Yanjing.

On a weekend with nothing to do, Lin Weimin came to No. 26 Lama Temple Street.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Lin Weimin held a fish in his left hand and a piece of beef in his right.

Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair appeared at the door after he yelled for a while, and when he saw the things in his hand, he smiled.

This year, due to busy work, Lin Weimin's visits to Shi's house have decreased significantly.

But every time he comes, he will never come empty-handed, Shi Tiesheng is a carnivore.

Give the things to Father Shi, Shi Lan is at home today, waiting for dinner, she circled around Lin Weimin asking questions.

"Brother Lin, how far has "Dream of Red Mansions" been filmed?"

"The script isn't finished yet."

"Ah, why are you so slow?"

"No way, people all over the country pay attention to it!"

"Then what do you do as an advisor?"

"I am in charge of the meeting and say a few words."

"It's so simple, can't I do it too?"

At this point in the conversation, Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing, "You're a big man, and you don't have a brain at all. Ability is the cause, and consultants are the effect. Don't get it upside down."

Shi Lan gave her brother a displeased look, and asked again: "What about "Latent"? I heard from Zhuang Zhuang before that he will act again!"

"The filming of "Latent" has already started, and it is in Yanjing. If you want to watch the excitement, I will take you to see it next time when I have time."

Shi Lan was a little excited. At her age, she was naturally most interested in these things.

After tormenting Lin Weimin for a while, Father Shi asked Shi Lan to help with the cooking, and she stood up reluctantly.

After Shi Lan left, Shi Tiesheng asked Lin Weimin to push him around the yard.

It is now the beginning of autumn, and the sun is still a little bit hot after ten o'clock.

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng under the jujube tree to shade him from the sun.

"It's okay, it's good to have more sun exposure. It's September soon, and then October, November, and this year is coming to an end again."

At the end of summer and autumn comes, autumn goes and winter comes.

Yanjing City has distinct seasons throughout the year, but the days that can be called good times are nothing more than the months of May, June, September and October.

For Shi Tiesheng, who is dragging his sick body, winter and summer are the most difficult days.

Now that the scorching heat is about to pass, the next days can finally be more comfortable, but the good times don't last long, and winter is here again.

"It's really fast. We were still in Yantai at this time last month!"

Since his illness, the last PEN meeting was the first time for Shi Tiesheng to travel far away, which is deeply memorable to him.

Besieged by readers on the train, speeches at exchange meetings, wandering in the streets and alleys of Yantai, and all-powerful people on the basketball court.

The half month in Yantai was the most vivid time he had in the past few years.

"Yu Hua also wrote me a letter." Shi Tiesheng said.

"He wrote to you? What's the matter?" Lin Weimin asked.

"It's nothing, just gossiping, caring about my body, and asking me what works I wrote."

"He, if he is not tied by the rope of writing, he is a wandering ghost!"

During the pen meeting, Lin Weimin and Cheng Zhongshi became acquainted, and now he can always utter a sentence or two of Shaanxi dialect from time to time.

During the pen meeting, Yu Hua was active like a little male dog in heat. Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing when he thought of that image. He felt that Lin Weimin's description was a bit... accurate.

When the two were walking in the yard, many neighbors were watching them.

To be precise, he was paying attention to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin is an old friend of Shi Tiesheng. He has come to the hospital countless times a year. Everyone knows him. Some neighbors are quite close to him. Everyone knows that Lin Weimin is a screenwriter, and he is also a writer. As for novels, they are quite famous.

Over the past year, Lin Weimin's reputation has grown. At the beginning of the year, "The Cliff" became popular, and recently, the advisory committee of "A Dream of Red Mansions" became popular again.

Everyone looked at him a little differently, with a hint of looking at a "big man".

Shi Tiesheng noticed these gazes, and said helplessly, "Let's go back to the house."

"it is good."

After entering the room, Shi Lan, who was cooking, came over and unscrewed the desk fan on the desk.

Since last year, Shi Tiesheng's articles have been published in journals one after another. An article costs as little as tens of dollars and as much as hundreds of dollars. His income is much more substantial than when he worked in a street factory.

The family's economic conditions have improved, and Father Shi specially purchased this fan for him in early summer.

In the hot summer, he spent the whole day at his desk, which was the most difficult.

"It's not that hot." Shi Tiesheng said.

"It's not for you to brag!"

Shi Tiesheng was silent, looking at Lin Weimin with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

After a few minutes, the meal was ready.

Father Shi turned the table fan in one direction, shaking his head just enough to blow all four people at the dining table.

There are three dishes for lunch, stewed beef and radish, roasted carp with tofu, and fried eggs and cucumbers. In this era, the richness cannot be richer.

Despite the fan blowing, just eating can make people sweat.

After dinner, Shi Lan went to wash the dishes, Lin Weimin and Shi Tiesheng occupied the fan to cool off their sweat, like two teenagers.

"Don't blow it straight!" Father Shi warned.

The two stepped aside, and the wind from the desk fan blew on their bodies from time to time, so as not to delay the chat.

Speaking of what he wrote recently, Lin Weimin naturally mentioned his "Lover" which was returned by "People's Literature".

When he was in Yantai, Shi Tiesheng had read the manuscript of "Lover", so he naturally understood the content and style of "Lover".

He laughed, not surprised at all.

Hearing that the manuscript was taken by "Contemporary", Shi Tiesheng couldn't help teasing: "Is this considered a back door?"

"What a fart!" Lin Weimin cursed with a smile.

After making a joke, Shi Tiesheng said seriously: "Actually, "The Lover" is really well written. It's a bit... how should I put it? It's not just foreign, I think there's an open realm in it."

The creation of "Lover", Lin Weimin was based on the movies that later generations have seen, and the overall tone has a bit of decadence and laziness in old Shanghai.

But the difference is that the love between Guo Yudao and Jane in the novel is separated from the set of crazy men and women.

Their short encounter collided with a love that was as gorgeous as sparks.

Even after being separated for several years, they still love each other deeply.At the same time, they did not give up the motivation to live on, they still lived well in their respective worlds.

It's just that they all understand that in this world, they still have a person they love the most.

This kind of sober love is different from the kind of love between men and women in traditional Chinese literature, which is full of regrets and full of freedom.

"Love can't be won, but love is love after all, and it will never change." Lin Weimin said quietly.

Shi Tiesheng clapped his hands, "It's better to sum up your novel writing! That's right, that's how it feels."

To paraphrase Li Haigen's words: It's love!
After talking about "Lover", Lin Weimin naturally asked Shi Tiesheng about his recent creation.

Shi Tiesheng shook his wheelchair and took out his latest achievement - "Grandma's Star".

It is in the same line as "Remembrance of Autumn" and "My Distant Qingping Bay". It may be because of physical defects that Shi Tiesheng can always feel more deeply and movingly than others when he misses the good things that have passed away.

Lin Weimin put aside the sentimentality immersed in the article, and said with a smile: "You always write articles with such emotions, it is no wonder that more and more people come to your door to find you."

Since Shi Tiesheng became famous last year with "My Distant Qingping Bay", he has had a lot of troubles in his life.

Boys come to him to talk about ball games and long-distance running; girls share with him the pain of broken love and longing for love; schools ask him to give lectures and share life; He gives names.

Gein's articles touch the hearts of ordinary people so much that everyone can't help but regard him as a confidant, a guide, and even a spiritual teacher.

Shi Tiesheng said helplessly: "Why don't I write less."

Lin Weimin put away the manuscript, "Shall I send it to People's Literature?"

"Okay." Shi Tiesheng didn't hesitate.

If "Grandma's Star" is divided according to genre, it should be regarded as prose.

"Contemporary" does not have this column, so it is just right to send it to "People's Literature".

It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon when Shi Tiesheng came out of his house. He rode a motorcycle around the street and ran to Muxidi.

We had lunch at Shi Tiesheng's house, and we haven't got dinner yet.

"Teacher! Mistress!"

Today, the old couple were at home, Lin Weimin called for someone first when he entered the door, and came to eat empty-handed, without any embarrassment, he felt at ease.

After dinner, I sat on the sofa watching TV and chatting with Mr. Wan.

Speaking of "Death of a Salesman" that Renyi is rehearsing, this play is even faster than "The Man on the Horse".

Mr. Arthur Miller came near June, and three months later, the Chinese version of "Death of a Salesman" will soon be available to the audience, and Lin Weimin is also looking forward to it.

"The Horse Man" was rehearsed earlier than "Death of a Salesman", because many people followed the crew of "Farewell My Concubine" to perform in other places, so the performance was postponed for a while. After the performance.

"By the way, Mr. Miller asked about you a few days ago." Mr. Wan said.

"Ask me? What does he want me for?" Lin Weimin was curious.

"No. You have time to go to Renyi. In a few days, Mr. Miller should leave for the United States." Mr. Wan urged.

"it is good."

Since organizing the PEN meeting last month, Lin Weimin rarely appeared in Renyi.

In the evening of the next day, Lin Weimin appeared at the rehearsal venue of Renyi.

"Mr. Miller!"

"Lin, you are finally here."

Arthur Miller was very happy to see Lin Weimin and gave him a hug.

On the stage, the actors were performing, and the two greeted each other and held hands to watch.

While watching the performance on the stage, Arthur Miller said, "Lin, I'm going back to America in a while."

Lin Weimin nodded, "I heard what the teacher said."

"Time flies so fast, I have been in China for three months in a blink of an eye..."

After sighing for a while, Arthur Miller finally got down to business.

"Lin, I plan to bring "Farewell My Concubine" to America, what do you think?"

"Take it to America?"

Lin Weimin's first reaction was that Arthur Miller was going to invite Renyi to perform in the United States, but he was immediately amused by his own thoughts.

An actor who speaks Chinese and plays a Chinese drama, can Lao Mi understand it?Language alone is a problem.

Since this method is not feasible, there may be only one remaining.

Arthur Miller nodded and said: "That's right, just like "Death of a Salesman" came to China, I want to bring "Farewell My Concubine" to Broadway in the United States! I believe that he will be loved by the people of the United States." Favorite."

After speaking, he looked at Lin Weimin expectantly, "How is it? Are you interested?"

(End of this chapter)