1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 269 Weimin is a Good Comrade
Splitting headache, dry mouth.

Lin Weimin wondered if he had crossed again.

I touched my side, um, if there is no warm and fragrant nephrite, then there should be no time-traveling.

Open your eyes, it is the ceiling, look around, it should be a dormitory, it looks like a tube building.

Lin Weimin's memory went back to before he lost consciousness. By the way, he was drinking with Ren Hao. He was so busy with work, and he didn't know where he got the drink. He dragged himself to drink endlessly, and he couldn't stop drinking.

There was a thermos bottle next to the bed. Lin Weimin found a bowl, poured himself a bowl of water, drank it, and finally regained some energy.

I kept thinking about what happened yesterday.

By the way, Zhuang Zhuang is also there, so it seems that Zhuang Zhuang sent me to the dormitory.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time, it was almost eight o'clock.

Today is Monday, I have to go to work.

Before I could think about anything else, I hurried out.

Almost bumped into a man head-on. The man was holding a steamed bun in one hand and porridge in the other. Seeing Lin Weimin's face clearly, he couldn't help but yelled.

"Lin Weimin!"

Lin Weimin looked at it intently, with a bit of naivety in his gentleness, a little familiar.

Remember, Liang Xiaosheng.

I met last year at the National Excellent Short and Novella Awards Conference, and his "This is a Magical Land" won the Excellent Short Story Award.

Lin Weimin stretched out his hand enthusiastically, but when he found that there was nothing to hold, he smiled and withdrew his hand.

"Why are you here?"

Liang Xiao said: "This is my unit's dormitory!"

"You belong to Yan Film Studio!"

Lin Weimin and Liang Xiaosheng are just acquaintances, so they don't know much about him.

"Are you..." Liang Xiaosheng couldn't help asking, looking at Lin Weimin's somewhat scruffy appearance.

"Don't mention it. "Latent" was filmed in the studio of our factory. I came to take a look, but the director invited me to dinner, drank too much, and slept in the dormitory all night."

Liang Xiao nodded knowingly. Seeing Lin Weimin's appearance, he must have not eaten, so he invited: "I just made breakfast, let's have some together?"

"No need..." Lin Weimin was about to refuse, but his stomach groaned.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Lin Weimin said: "Then eat something!"

Liang Xiaosheng's dormitory is on the shade side of the tube building. It has the same layout as the dormitory that Lin Weimin lived in last night, only a dozen square meters.

Not only did Liang Xiaosheng live in the dormitory, but also his wife Jiao Dan who had just married for a short time. Lin Weimin nodded at the other party embarrassedly, "Excuse me!"

"it's okay no problem!"

Jiao Dan smiled when Liang Xiaosheng introduced Lin Weimin. She had also read many novels by Lin Weimin.

Although her husband also writes novels and is quite well-known, there is still a big gap between him and Lin Weimin, a well-known writer.

Breakfast is very simple, porridge, steamed buns, pickles.

Maybe because he drank too much wine last night, Lin Weimin felt extra delicious when he got up early to drink porridge and eat steamed buns.

The breakfast for Liang Xiaosheng and his wife was originally shared by two people, but there was one more Lin Weimin, and there was not enough for the three of them, which made Lin Weimin even more embarrassed.

After the meal, Jiao Dan went to wash the dishes, just finished eating at someone's house, Lin Weimin didn't have the nerve to leave right away, and chatted with Liang Xiaosheng for a while.

Liang Xiaosheng is now the editor of Yan Film Studio, and his daily work is very relaxed, and his time is relatively casual.

This is the normal state of many cultural units in this era. On the contrary, for a popular publication like "Contemporary", there is no possibility of being lazy at all.

No way, too busy.

After chatting for a few words, Lin Weimin asked with the idea of ​​playing three poles, "Has Xiaosheng written any new works recently?"

Liang Xiaosheng said honestly, "I'm writing a book, and I just finished it."

"Oh?" Lin Weimin suddenly became interested, "Which publication did you agree to?"

Liang Xiaosheng shook his head, "Not yet, I want to modify it, and I will show it to others after the modification is completed."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "How many publications are eager to get your manuscript!"

Liang Xiaosheng took out the manuscript, and now Lin Weimin was not in a hurry, so he sat on the stool next to their dinner table and read it.

Liang Xiaosheng started out writing scar literature. To be more precise, his works should be educated youth literature.

Different from the hysterical and obsessive accusations of the past in many scar literature of this era, although Liang Xiaosheng's works are also about the life of educated youths, they are less grim and gloomy criticisms, and more positive and optimistic praises.

Among the scar literature that is full of negative energy, his style is unique.

The same is true of the novella "A Snowstorm Tonight", in which the heroine Pei Xiaoyun is born an unfortunate person.Her mother died after giving birth to her, and her father was persecuted to death.

But this misfortune did not break her down. She was inferior but stubborn. She marched on a snowy night, and she would rather freeze her feet than retreat.

To set up a combat readiness unit, she wrote the application form with her finger blood: "I want a gun."

With the road to go abroad to inherit the inheritance of relatives lay before her, and the road leading to the sky was just a step away, she resolutely chose to stay in the Great Northern Wilderness.

The night of the snowstorm was Pei Xiaoyun's 25th birthday, and it was the first time she stood guard as a soldier.The blizzard came with severe cold, and everyone knew that there would be a blizzard tonight, and everyone thought she should have evacuated.

However, after the blizzard passed, what they saw was a sentry standing like a tall "No. [-] coordinate", and Pei Xiaoyun died heroically on the night of the blizzard.

Lin Weimin felt a little heavy after finishing the novel.

The story of "There's a Blizzard Tonight" sounds a bit ridiculous, but it's the same as the six sons in "Let the Bullets Fly" choose to have a laparotomy for a bowl of noodles to prove their understanding.

Beliefs or ideals may be illusory to many people, but there are a small group of people who use practical actions to practice the sanctity in their hearts.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Weimin asked Liang Xiaosheng for his opinion, "Can this novel be published by "Contemporary"?"

Liang Xiaosheng already had this kind of preparation when he came up with this manuscript, but he was more prepared to be rejected.

"Can you publish it?"

"Of course, this novel is very well written!"

Lin Weimin's praise made Liang Xiaosheng couldn't help showing a naive smile.

"it is good."

Lin Weimin was very happy. He didn't expect that he could compose a manuscript after drinking too much.

The image of Xian Hao appeared in his mind, brother is really my lucky general!

Humming a little tune, Lin Weimin left the Tongzilou.

After finding the motorcycle, we rushed all the way to the Guowen Society.

Lin Weimin parked the motorcycle in the shed, raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

It's exactly ten fifty, which is a good time. It's time for lunch when we enter the house and have a cup of tea.

When he went up to the second floor and entered the office, his colleagues saw him with a strange expression.

"what's the situation?"

"Old Meng has come to look for you twice!"

Lin Weimin's expression was calm, "Is there something wrong?"

"do not know."

While talking, Meng Weizai pushed open the door, and when he saw Lin Weimin, his face darkened, and all his colleagues looked like they were enjoying the show.

He was absent from work for half a day on the first Monday, and Lao Meng caught him straight. He would be criticized, and it would be better to write an inspection. Everyone knows that this is Lin Weimin's strong point.

"What did you do this early in the morning?" Meng Weizai asked bluntly.

Everyone knows that this is the prelude to the storm, and I have some expectations in my heart.

Lin Weimin was still so calm and calm, "Hey, don't mention it! I ran to meet an author early in the morning and wrote a manuscript and insisted on submitting it to our "Contemporary". It's hard to refuse!"

All the colleagues laughed in their hearts, Weimin's nonsense really came out of their mouths.

Meng Weizai's face turned completely dark, this kid smelled of alcohol, it looked like he drank too much last night and didn't get up in the morning, and he lied without blushing or heartbeat.

"Oh? Where's the manuscript? Is the team here?" Meng Weizai's tone was cold, like a hunter holding a shotgun. At this time, the prey had not only entered his field of vision, but was also within the range of his shotgun.

Pull the trigger, it's hunting time!

"Crack!" Lin Weimin took out a handful from his bag, and threw a stack of manuscripts on the desk, "You always look at the freshly released manuscripts!"

Ok?
hmmmm?
In the office, except for Lin Weimin himself, everyone's eyes were filled with doubt and confusion.

Where did you get this manuscript?
He was obviously reeking of alcohol and grinning all over his face, so why did he suddenly turn into a manuscript?

Without Meng Weizai doing it himself, Liu Yin couldn't wait to pick up the manuscript and flip through it.

"Liang Xiaosheng?"

Liang Xiaosheng had won the National Award before, and everyone was amazed that he wasn't just a random author?
A group of people gathered in front of Liu Yin to appreciate the manuscript.

Meng Weizai couldn't pull the trigger anymore. It's not that our army is incompetent, it's because the enemy army is too cunning!

He couldn't figure it out, where did Lin Weimin get this manuscript?

I didn't mention this when I went to work the day before yesterday!

After much deliberation, there is only one possibility.

That was last weekend, Lin Weimin did not take a break, but took advantage of the time to go to Liang Xiaosheng's home or work unit to collect manuscripts.

Not resting on holidays, still busy with work, in later generations it is called introversion, in today it is called model worker!

"Thinking" understood the ins and outs of the matter, Meng Weizai looked at Lin Weimin with softened eyes.

Weimin is a good comrade!

(End of this chapter)