1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 28

"He, tui!"

"He, tui!"

Almost at the same time, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaoweichao, who had completed the deal, sent signals of rejection to each other.

"Lin Weimin!" Before Lin Weimin could continue to despise Qu Xiaowei, Tang Yuqiu called him from afar.

"Teacher Tang, what's the matter?" Lin Weimin ran over.

"You weren't here in the morning, Shihui came here to send you the manuscript fee bill, take a look."

Tang Yuqiu handed an envelope to Lin Weimin, who took it and opened it openly.

It's okay, it's about the same as he expected. "The Death of Yura" is a short story with only 8000 words, and the manuscript fee is also 152 yuan per thousand words, a total of [-] yuan.

Counting the two novels, the total is 816 yuan.

It is worth two years' wages of an ordinary worker in this era. I dare not say that it is no problem to buy a house in Yanjing city easily.

Writers in this era are indeed the happiest, unlike the previous years when writing was done for free, and it is also not like the increase in manuscript fees in the next few years cannot keep up with the soaring prices.

With the more than 800 yuan, Lin Weimin's savings officially exceeded four digits, and the sense of crisis in his heart finally eased a little.

This road is not easy!

With two pieces of bad money in his hand, Lin Weimin couldn't help but began to recall bitterness and sweetness.

But it was interrupted by Qu Xiaowei, "Hehe! There's another manuscript fee, can you?"

Lin Weimin dumped the manuscript fee, "What do you care about!"

Yesterday's me you love to answer and ignore, today's me makes you unattainable.

"Beating sex!" Qu Xiaowei cursed, but turned around and went to snatch the manuscript fee bill from Lin Weimin with a playful smile.

He hasn't posted anything for more than half a year, and the manuscript fee bill can only be smelled to satisfy his greed.

In just half a month, Lin Weimin's two novel drafts were successively adopted by "Zhong Shan" and "Contemporary", which made the students of the Wen Lecture Institute full of envy.

It has been almost two months since everyone came to the Institute of Literature and Literature, and many of them have published new works, but not many have really reached the level of "Zhong Shan" and "Contemporary".

Among these students, Jiang Zilong is the most stable. He has already published two manuscripts in "People's Literature" and "Contemporary". One of the masterpieces is "Joe's Inauguration of Director Qiao".

No one in the class expected that it would be Lin Weimin, a young man who followed Jiang Zilong's footsteps and took the lead in today's domestic first-line literary magazines.

Don't look at this kid who is usually joking, but when it comes to writing talent, it's really high.

Huang Zonghan often said this when chatting with his classmates in private.

This is Huang Zonghan's sincere feeling after reading the two recent novels written by Lin Weimin.

Two completely different styles, different writing methods, and different plots of characters can appear so smoothly in the pen of the same person. Every time he thinks of this, he can't help but feel a little discouraged, feeling that his creations over the years have reached the level of a dog. In the stomach, there is no growth at all.

Huang Zonghan was not alone in the class. When Lin Weimin received the second manuscript fee bill, he was also being discussed in the girls' dormitory.

"If you want me to tell you, our little Anyi has a good vision and picked a talented one right away." Tang Kangmei joked.

"Sister Kangmei, don't talk nonsense." Huang Anyi blushed.

Seeing her like this, Tang Kangmei said, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

"Sister Kangmei, why do you think Lin Weimin is so powerful? He didn't realize that he was so playful before, but when he became serious, he immediately published two novels, which were still on "Zhongshan" and "Contemporary"." Huang Xiaoying took asked in an envious tone.

"Yeah, who would have thought that, looking at Lin Weimin's sloppy look, he feels that he has nothing to do with literature."

"Hmm!"

Huang Anyi was not very happy when she heard this, she coughed softly, and immediately provoked ridicule from everyone, "Hey, did you say your lover is distressed?"

"You...don't talk nonsense."

Someone laughed and said, "Okay, okay, it's us talking nonsense. You two, it's innocent and has nothing to do with it."

It was clearly a clarification, but the intentional ambiguity made Huang Anyi extremely depressed.

"Okay, don't interrupt An Yi." Tang Kangmei persuaded, and then said: "Boss Huang said that Weimin is born to eat this bowl of rice."

"I didn't believe it before, but seeing him, I really feel that writing is a matter of talent.

Do you guys still remember?I went to Xiaoxi Tianer to watch a movie that day. Obviously everyone watched it, and many people felt a lot of emotion, but he was the only one who had just watched the movie once, and he had already formed such a clear plot and a thick core in his mind.I don't know about others, I can't do it anyway. "

Tang Kangmei's tone was full of admiration. Although she always talked about her age, when it comes to talent and strength, she had to admire Lin Weimin.

"That's true." Huang Xiaoying sighed, "I really don't know when we will be like Lin Weimin. Publishing novels in magazines such as "Contemporary" and "Zhongshan" is as easy as drinking water."

"This kind of thing can't be rushed. Some people write by talent, just like Lin Weimin. And some people may have a little talent, but more rely on acquired hard work, such as us." Tang Kangmei said in the tone of someone who has experienced it.

She is the eldest sister in the dormitory, and everyone is very convinced of her point of view.

The atmosphere of the meeting, which was supposed to be good, suddenly became quiet, and several people felt a little less interested.

Talent, what a rare thing!
For most people, it is out of reach.

The next day, Mr. Wu Zuxiang gave a lecture on "A Dream of Red Mansions" in the morning. The old man is a master of red studies.

Thanks to the blessings of Lin Weimin and others who went to Wangfujing Bookstore to queue up to grab the famous book, everyone in the class already had a good understanding of "Dream of Red Mansions" before the class started, and there would be no difficulty listening to Mr. Wu Zuxiang's class .

In class, Wu Zuxiang sat sideways behind the desk, with his head slightly tilted in the direction of the students. He didn't have any handouts for his lectures, and he came at his fingertips.

When it comes to excitement, he will lean over the desk and stare straight at the students in the front row, making people feel faint.

When the class was over, the old gentleman did not directly say that the get out of class was over, but got up and supported the podium with his hands, asking everyone to talk about some feelings or thoughts about reading "Dream of Red Mansions".

The students in the class looked at each other in blank dismay. Except for a few people, everyone was reading "Dream of Red Mansions" roughly. Talking about feelings and ideas in front of everyone like Wu Zuxiang was tantamount to playing tricks on the class.

"I don't have any idea? Shouldn't I? Are you embarrassed? Then I will call the roll." The old man smiled like an old urchin.

He raised his finger and made a half-circle in mid-air, finally locked on a handsome face.

(End of this chapter)