1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 282
It snowed heavily in Yanjing on New Year's Eve, and the entire city of Yanjing was shrouded in white snow.

Cold before frost, cold after snow.

People who work on the street can hardly be seen, but there are many people who come out to play.

Lin Weimin's Yamaha 125 was driving slowly on the road. The cold wind blew across his cheeks and poured into his neck.

Starting today, Teacher Lin stood up.

Riding a motorcycle all the way to the broadcasting compound on Nanlishi Road, the one-story house in the corner of the courtyard is the temporary residence of the screenwriter team of "Dream of Red Mansions".

Today is New Year's Day, a legal holiday, but it has nothing to do with the three big animals of the "Dream of Red Mansions" screenwriter.

Accepting the errand of the "Dream of Red Mansions" TV series is not only an honor, but also a responsibility and a bondage. The eyes of a billion people all over the country are watching.

Lin Weimin pushed the door open and entered, bringing in a gust of cold wind.

Zhou Lingwo was in a corner of the office, gnawing steamed buns, writing at his desk. It looked like he had fought until late last night, got up early and didn't clean up, and then went to work.

When the cold wind blew suddenly, he couldn't help shrinking his neck. The other two screenwriters were in a similar state to him.

Before the script of "Dream of Red Mansions" was fully finalized, the three of them faced the risk of sudden death on the spot every day.

"Teacher Lin is here!"

The three screenwriters greeted Lin Weimin, and Lin Weimin took out the script, "Read it a little slower."

Zhou Lei took the script, and saw the dense annotations on the script with a glance. His scalp was numb for a while, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He handed the script to Liu Genglu and Zhou Ling, and the three looked at each other with a deeper wry smile on their faces.

The writing of the script of "Dream of Red Mansions" is very intense. In fact, it started in May this year, and the first draft was handed in in December. The pressure and workload of the three screenwriters can be imagined.

Lin Weimin also understood them very well, and said with a smile: "This is my consultant's suggestion. Whether you listen or not is up to you, don't feel pressure."

"Mr. Lin, don't get me wrong. We don't have any opinions. The main reason is that your revisions involve too much content. I'm afraid you won't be able to write them well in a while."

"Hehe, I still say the same thing. The decision is up to you, don't feel pressured." Lin Weimin's tone was calm and his attitude was friendly.

Even though he said so, Zhou Lei and the others did not dare to neglect.

Every member of the invited Advisory Committee is a great god. Among the dozens of great gods in the Lin Weimin Advisory Committee, there are some special ones, mainly reflected in their age.

It is too young, young people envy.

But it is precisely because of this that it is even more terrifying.

When you are in your 20s, you can sit on an equal footing with many predecessors. What about 20 years later?
Or, what about when he reaches the age of the great gods on the Advisory Committee?
Then you can't become a sperm?
Everyone is in the literary circle. How dare you neglect such a person?

Even if voices criticizing Lin Weimin are flying all over the sky now, so what, even if he came out after ten years of dormancy, he would only be in his early thirties.

Eileen Chang said: You have to be famous as soon as possible, it is too late, and happiness is not so happy.

For someone like Lin Weimin who became famous at a young age, talent from heaven is naturally a gift from God, but age is like an invincible Yitian sword. No matter how dissatisfied you are with others, as long as you can't kill him, you will Will be wounded by his sword.

"Where are you talking, without your valuable opinions, how can there be a wonderful script!" Zhou Lei said politely.

Lin Weimin is indeed very young in age, but his skill in drama creation is solid. Zhou Lei has watched his "Untouchable" and "Farewell My Concubine" more than once, and he claims that he can't reach the level of Lin Weimin. .

After chatting with a few people for a while, Lin Weimin left the office, unexpectedly meeting Ren Hao.

"Mr. Lin!" Ren Hao exclaimed in surprise.

"Director Ren!" Lin Weimin greeted.

He saw a middle-aged man with glasses next to Ren Hao, carrying a reporter bag, he didn't want to say more, and wanted to leave after saying hello.

However, Ren Hao pulled him to introduce him: "Reporter Li, this is Lin Weimin and Mr. Lin, the original authors of "Latent", and the original author and screenwriter of "The Cliff."

"Mr. Lin, this is Li Xiangyang Li, reporter from "Yanjing Youth Daily"!"

Lin Weimin had no choice but to stop and shake hands. The middle-aged man whom Ren Hao called Reporter Li's eyes lit up when he heard Lin Weimin's name.

"Ms. Lin is really young and promising. Seeing is better than hearing..."

Reporter Li is very good at talking, and he didn't let go of Lin Weimin's hand, and it seemed that he had no good intentions.

Just when Lin Weimin was impatiently about to say goodbye and leave, reporter Li finally spoke.

"Mr. Lin, would you like to accept an interview with our "Yanjing Youth Daily?"

"Interview me? What can I do for an interview?" Lin Weimin pretended to be stupid.

Li Xiangyang's smile is meaningful, "Mr. Lin, you are a content interview subject!"

From Li Xiangyang's smile, Lin Weimin saw teasing, but no hostility.

He also said relaxedly: "Let's forget it. I am a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats."

"Hahaha, Mr. Lin was joking. When your work is published, there are naturally good and bad comments. I love your work very much.

You are usually too low-key, and have never had the opportunity to interview you.I happened to meet you today, so let's have a chat.

Recently, there has been a lot of public opinion about your content, don't you want to respond with a few words? "

Although he thought that Li Xiangyang might be a very good interviewer, Lin Weimin still remembered everyone's advice to him.

"No need, no need."

Lin Weimin's refusal aroused Li Xiangyang's interest even more. Recently, he has been planning to write an article about Lin Weimin and his controversial novel "The Lover". How about it?

"Say a few words, Teacher Lin. I'll waste your time for a while, at least say a few words!"

Li Xiangyang seems to be a decent person, but unexpectedly, he is unexpectedly difficult, which makes Lin Weimin almost mistakenly think that he has encountered the paparazzi of later generations.

When encountering such a dog skin plaster, Lin Weimin felt a little helpless.

"What do you want me to say? Whether it is good or bad, it is the reader's right, so let them say it!

If you have to tell me, then I only have one sentence.

Let the bullets fly for a while! "

Let the bullet fly for a while?
Li Xiangyang savored Lin Weimin's words carefully, the more he smacked the words, the more tasteful he became, and suddenly he was overwhelmed with inspiration, and he didn't care about making an appointment with Lin Weimin for an interview.

He decided that the name of the review article about Lin Weimin and "Lover" should be "Let the Bullets Fly for a while".

Hey, although I didn't make an appointment with Lin Weimin for an interview, the embellishment of this sentence should have enough weight.

How can this be regarded as a statement?

Li Xiangyang thought happily.

Back at home in Tuanjiehu, Tao Huimin was sitting on the sofa watching TV boredly waiting for him.

"Are you back? Have you eaten yet?" Like the newlywed's little wife, she took Lin Weimin's leather jacket and hung it on the hanger at the door.

"Not yet, isn't this going to come back and eat with you?"

Teacher Lin couldn't help but hugged her, skin to skin, breathing quickly.

Young people, do not know what temperance is!

Lunch was changed to dinner, and Teacher Lin ate to his heart's content.

In the cold winter, it was getting dark very early outside. After dinner, the two sat on the sofa, Tao Huimin leaned on Lin Weimin's shoulder and watched TV, and Lin Weimin was returning to the blue.

"Your "Latent" is really good!" She said suddenly.

Last night was New Year's Eve, and Lin Weimin's second work "Latent" once again appeared on CCTV, becoming a new year's big drama.

Because of Tao Huimin's sudden arrival, Teacher Lin couldn't hold back last night and missed the first day of "Latent".

This morning, Tao Huimin was bored at home and happened to watch the rerun of the TV series.

The two of them chatted tirelessly. At eight o'clock, the CCTV set started to broadcast again, and they quietly enjoyed the TV series.

Lin Weimin's "Latent" was born out of the TV series before time travel, and then changed back to the TV series, no matter the plot setting, conflicts, and character images, it has impeccably restored the style of the original work.

The only flaw is probably that the performances of actors in this era are still somewhat stylized, and they look a little rigid and not so natural.

Of course, this is because Lin Weimin has the experience of watching dramas before time travel for comparison.

In fact, for 80s TV viewers, "Latent" is exciting enough.

Just like now, Tao Huimin stared at the TV screen with unblinking eyes, not even noticing that there was something extra in her vital parts.

Young people, don't know what temperance is.

Another sleepless night!

It is said that Wenrou Township is a tomb of heroes.

In the past, Mr. Lin did not believe this.

How can a dignified man indulge in his children's affair, and not let a woman involve too much of my energy.

But the experience of the past few days made Su understand Mr. Lin.

At any time, don't talk too much.

Without practice, there is no right to speak.

Shang Zhou or Fu Chai, which one is not the hero, not better than you, Mr. Lin?
What happened at the end?
Haven't become a foolish king addicted to beauty!

Eat a ditch, gain a wisdom, Mr. Lin has grown up again.

A few days later, there was another knock on the door of the Tuanjiehu apartment building.

When the door opened, Tan Chaoyang was shocked when he saw Lin Weimin's expression.

"Hey! What's your situation?"

Lin Weimin touched his cheek, "What's wrong?"

Qin Zhaoyang sighed in his heart, it must be because of the ups and downs outside recently, he pretended to be strong when he was at work, and it must be uncomfortable to be locked at home for so many days during the holiday.

Ugh!
Comrade Lao Tan expressed deep sympathy, and at the same time hated those little people who made trouble.

"For the people, who is it?"

At this time, a beautiful and refined figure suddenly appeared in the living room and asked Lin Weimin.

"The leader of our unit." Lin Weimin said, looking at the old man behind Tan Chaoyang again.

When Lin Weimin and Tan Chaoyang were talking, the old man looked at Lin Weimin with some curiosity and surprise.

Qin Chaoyang is over 60 years old this year, and the old man behind him seems to be over sixty years old. The two old men came together, and Lin Weimin hurriedly invited them into the house.

"Come in! Come in!"

Tao Huimin hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea for the two guests. Tan Chaoyang heard from Liu Yin that this young girl should be Lin Weimin's girlfriend.

By the looks of it, the two are living together now?

Tut tut, young man, depraved!

"Weimin, do you still remember Cheng Yiqiu, deputy editor-in-chief of "Sing Tao Evening News" who called Lao Yan's office earlier?" Tan Chaoyang asked with a straight face.

Lin Weimin nodded, "Of course I remember."

Teacher Lin was quite impressed by being dismissed as a bumpkin and a beggar.

Qin Chaoyang raised his hand and introduced the old man beside him, "This is Mr. Liu Yichang, the editor-in-chief of "Sing Tao Evening News."

Lin Weimin's expression was unexpected, what does this mean?
"Hello, Mr. Lin."

Liu Yichang said hello, with an apologetic smile on his face, and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm really sorry. Deputy Editor Cheng is actually a serious and responsible person in his work. But it's also because he is serious and responsible. , Sometimes it’s inevitable that some jokes will come out. I’m here this time to express my apologies to you on behalf of our "Sing Tao Evening News" and Deputy Editor-in-Chief Cheng."

The old comrades who are over [-] years old sincerely said sorry to themselves, and they will not be able to punish Lin Weimin.

I don't ask about worldly affairs for a few days, is my status so high?Is it worth it that a editor-in-chief of a major newspaper in Hong Kong personally went to the mainland to come to apologize?

"Old Mr. Liu, please don't say that, you're disgusting the younger generation!" Lin Weimin said politely.

Qin Chaoyang smiled and said, "Oh, it's all a misunderstanding. Mr. Liu made a special trip to Yanjing, it's really sincere!"

Lin Weimin took a secret look at Lao Tan, no matter how he looked at him, he felt like a bustard.

No matter how stupid he was, he could understand, how could he go to Yanjing specially to apologize to himself?

I am not the chief assistant.

The chat continued politely, and after a while, Lin Weimin figured out Liu Yichang's reason for coming.

It was for reprinting, not only for "Sing Tao Evening News" reprinting "Lover", but also several other works by Lin Weimin. Liu Yichang also hoped to bring them to Xiangjiang.

Except for "Lover" which was reserved for "Sing Tao Evening News", several other works were prepared by Liu Yichang for the comprehensive literary monthly "Hong Kong Literature" which he was preparing.

Xiangjiang has been weak in culture since ancient times. That is to say, many domestic literati lived in Xiangjiang in the past few years, which drove the cultural development of the city.

By the 70s, the basic structure of local culture in Xiangjiang was composed of YY culture, ZY literature and local culture.

Since the late 70s, this structure has been broken.With the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States, and the lease date approaching, the ZY culture in the Xiangjiang cultural circle has gradually risen and become the mainstream.

But at this time, Xiangjiang was under the rule of the British after all, and the British immediately organized forces to suppress it when they noticed this situation.

"Contemporary Literature and Art" ceased publication in 1979, "Ocean Literature and Art" ceased publication in 1980, writers Ruan Lang and Xu Su died in 1981...

In just ten years, the ZY camp in Xiangjiang suffered heavy losses.

(End of this chapter)