1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 297 You Didn't Hang Up
For a week in a row, Lin Weimin was devastated by overseas manuscript fees. Now that he has a foreign exchange account, he no longer needs to worry about this matter in the future.

Looking at the more than 70 meters of knives in the bank account that has been quiet for years, Lin Weimin feels relieved.

Humming a little tune and returning to the Guowen Society, I saw an acquaintance as soon as I entered the office.

"Xiaosheng? Why are you here?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Rong Shihui said: "Comrade Xiaosheng has been waiting for you for almost an hour."

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, a little bit." Liang Xiaosheng's expression was a bit shy, revealing a simplicity that didn't match his age.

Lin Weimin realized that the office might not be the place to talk, so he dragged Liang Xiaosheng to an empty room in the guest house upstairs.

"There's no one here, so it's convenient to talk."

Liang Xiaosheng smiled.

"Tell me, what can I do for you? Do you need my help?" Lin Weimin asked.

Liang Xiaosheng shook his head and said, "There is something, I'm not sure about it, and I want you to refer to it for me."

Lin Weimin was a little surprised.

He and Liang Xiaosheng only met last year. Except for communication at work, they didn't have much daily communication, and they didn't even meet each other a few times. Judging from what he meant, it must be because they encountered some difficult decisions, but how did they find themselves?

Thinking of this in his heart, Lin Weimin said: "Tell me, I may not be able to help."

Liang Xiaosheng told about him.

It turned out that the leader of Yanjing Film Studio talked to him a few days ago, hoping to nominate him to be the director of the art department of the factory.

"I'm very hesitant now!"

Lin Weimin was puzzled: "Hesitation? Why do you hesitate?"

Liang Xiaosheng is now a screenwriter at Yan Film Studio, and if he becomes the director of the literature and art department in their studio, it should be regarded as a promotion, right?
"As a director, I have to take care of administrative affairs, and I don't know how much time I will waste every day. I am afraid that it will affect my creation. Without the income of manuscript fees, I will not be able to help my family financially."

After Liang Xiaosheng said these words, Lin Weimin understood a little.

When the two communicated before, Liang Xiaosheng had told him about the situation at home.

The Zhou family in his later popular work "The World" is based on his own family.

Liang Xiaosheng's father was one of the first batch of construction workers in New China. He supported the third line all the year round. There are five children in the family, and Liang Xiaosheng is the second child.

In his childhood memories, his mother was the one who ran the house, and it was not easy for his father to support a family of seven on his own salary.

After graduating from high school, Liang Xiaosheng went to Longjiang Province to join the team and became a soldier in the Production and Construction Corps.

Since then, because of his outstanding performance, he was recommended to go to college.

But at that time, his family's conditions were difficult, and the eldest brother in the family had mental problems because of the blow in life.At this juncture, Liang Xiaosheng dared not propose to his family to go to college.

Because going to college means that not only can he not send money to his family, but he also has to ask his parents for money.

In this way, Liang Xiaosheng gave up the company's chance to recommend him to go to college.

God always favors those who live seriously.

In the seventh year when Liang Xiaosheng went to the countryside, the company recommended him to go to college for the second time. This time he had the courage to write a letter to his father, hoping that his father could send over 200 yuan. He wanted to fight for college.

After his father received Liang Xiaosheng's letter, he quickly collected 200 yuan and sent it to him. Liang Xiaosheng was also very upbeat and was successfully admitted by Fudan University.

Liang Xiaosheng graduated from university in 77 and was assigned to the literature department of BJ Film Studio. At the age of 28, he was the youngest editor in the literature department of the studio.

It is said that someone like him who graduated from a prestigious school, has a job and a decent job, should not worry about finding a partner.

But the fact is that Liang Xiaosheng has to send half of his monthly salary of 49 yuan to his family. The rest of his salary is just enough to live on, and he has no savings at all.

So until 1981, Liang Xiaosheng was 32 years old and still a bachelor.

When Lin Weimin met Liang Xiaosheng last year, he and his wife Jiao Dan had just been married for a year. Jiao Dan was a virtuous woman who never cared about Liang Xiaosheng's family.

Now that the two are married, Liang Xiaosheng still remits money to his family every month. It is because of the support of the manuscript fee that the life of their small family is nourished.

Now Yan Film Factory hopes that Liang Xiaosheng will be the director of the art department, of course it will be a promotion, and the salary will be a few dollars more every month, which is dozens of dollars a year.

But Liang Xiaosheng is even more afraid that his promotion will affect his creation. He is now considered a well-known young writer. Last year, "A Snowstorm Tonight" was published in "Contemporary" last year. His salary for more than a year.

If the promotion affects his creation, it would be a loss outweighed the gains for Liang Xiaosheng.

After hearing what he said, Lin Weimin nodded, "I understand you!"

For people in the 80s, work is a lifetime thing. In their dictionary, there are no layoffs or layoffs. It is the creed of many people to go to work honestly.

Being promoted to a leader may be very important to some people, but it is not so important to a considerable number of people. They feel that earning money through their own labor and work is more secure.

Liang Xiaosheng is a simple person. He doesn't care whether he is a leader or not, and he cares more about whether he can share the worries of his family.

As a leader, it seems to be glamorous, and the salary has been raised a bit, but if it really delays the creation because of this, the loss of the manuscript fee alone is enough for him to feel distressed.

Liang Xiaosheng looked at Lin Weimin expectantly, waiting for his opinion.

Lin Weimin didn't make him wait too long, and said, "Xiaosheng, I don't think you are suitable to be an official."

"I know too."

Lin Weimin went on to say: "In my eyes, you are an excellent writer, and you can make great achievements in the future. For others, being an official may be a good thing. But I think, for you, it is a waste."

Lin Weimin's praise made Liang Xiaosheng's eyes light up, but he said with some embarrassment: "If I can achieve something big, I will be satisfied if I can write a few more novels."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You have to trust my eyesight, I'm still very accurate in seeing people!"

Liang Xiaosheng didn't think that Lin Weimin was bragging, even though he was nearly ten years younger than him, his achievements in writing and work were beyond his reach.

Especially in terms of work, Lin Weimin, as the editor of "Contemporary", has discovered a large number of young writers, and now they have emerged in the domestic literary world.

Lu Yao, Yu Hua, Ma Yuan, Wang Shuo, Shi Tiesheng...

These names flashed alternately in Liang Xiaosheng's mind, which made him admire Lin Weimin.

Facing Lin Weimin's affirmation, he felt a little excited.

At this time Lin Weimin said again: "And..."

Lin Weimin looked into Liang Xiaosheng's eyes and said sincerely, "Once you become an official, you might not be as happy as you are now."

Liang Xiaosheng looked at Lin Weimin, with a touch of emotion in his eyes.

He didn't expect Lin Weimin to even consider this.

"If you weren't gifted with writing, I probably wouldn't say these things to you, because it might be setting you back.

But in my eyes, you are a writer with talent and potential.

I believe writing is not only something you love to do, but also a means of winning your battles with life.

Sticking to this path will not only solve your problems in life, but also make your life more enjoyable.

Why not do it? "

After Lin Weimin said these words, he looked at Liang Xiaosheng quietly.

After a while, a smile appeared on Liang Xiaosheng's face, "Wei Min, you are right."

Putting aside the pressure in his heart, the smile on Liang Xiaosheng's face became even more cheerful.

Only then did Lin Weimin ask, "Why did you think of asking me to give you this opinion?"

Liang Xiaosheng explained: "I just thought you might have the same troubles as me."

Lin Weimin is the editor of "Contemporary", a part-time writer, and is now the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department.

Liang Xiaosheng is a screenwriter of Yan Film Studio, a part-time writer, and will be promoted by the leader to be the director of the literature and art department.

The experiences of the two do coincide somewhat, but the difference lies in their personalities.

"Haha, the two of us are not the same. I can't wait for the leader to give me a promotion. How can I be so reluctant like you!"

Liang Xiaosheng smiled and said: "With your comparison, I understand that I am indeed not material for being an official."

Lin Weimin didn't say a word in his heart: more importantly, you didn't hang up.

After talking about the big issue that will determine the direction of his life in the future, Liang Xiaosheng became more transparent. He pulled Lin Weimin to invite him to dinner, but Lin Weimin refused.

"You'd better go back and explain to your family."

"It's okay, Jiao Dan supports any decision I make."

After eating a mouthful of dog food in one sentence, Teacher Lin was very depressed.

Just like who doesn't have a partner, why show off?
After sending Liang Xiaosheng away, Lin Weimin returned to the office and found that several people were missing in the office.

"Where did everyone go?"

Yao Shuzhi, who had just confinement, said: "Mr. Rong suddenly felt unwell, and Lao Zhu and Lao He sent him to the hospital."

Lin Weimin asked anxiously, "Is it serious? Why didn't you call me?"

"It doesn't seem to be a big deal. Lao Meng said that two people are enough, so don't delay work. We just said that we will go to the hospital after work to see how Teacher Rong is doing."

Lin Weimin nodded, "Success, I'll go too later."

After work, a group from the editorial department came to the hospital.

Rong Shihui was chatting and laughing with Zhu Changsheng, and Lin Weimin joked, "Old Comrade Rong, you frightened us, I thought I was going to send you a wreath!"

"Hehe, don't look at the old man's illness, but usually we don't have serious illnesses and live a long life. But you young people look strong and healthy..."

The old comrade's eyes turned around Lin Weimin's body, and he didn't continue to speak, but made everyone laugh.

Lin Weimin didn't mind, instead he laughed.

"It's not a big problem if you can still bicker!"

Everyone talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Rong Shihui's examination results have come out, it is mild bronchitis, he coughed so badly while smoking in the office, he couldn't breathe at that time, it scared everyone.

Liu Yin complained: "Serving the people is the culprit. If you have nothing to do, I will pass you cigarettes. If it hurts, we will also smoke second-hand smoke."

Lin Weimin smiled wryly, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault."

"Hehe, what does it have to do with Weimin? I am an old smoker. It should be said that thanks to him, I have smoked a lot of good cigarettes, otherwise the situation is even more serious now."

Seeing that Rong Shihui was fine, his colleagues were relieved and prepared to leave, but Rong Shihui stopped Lin Weimin.

"What instructions does Comrade Rong have? Say it first, don't mention cigarettes, and I won't dare to pass you cigarettes in the future."

Rong Shihui smiled and said, "It's business. I received an invitation from your alma mater two months ago, inviting me to give lectures to the students."

alma mater?

Lin Weimin immediately realized that what Rong Shihui was talking about should be the Institute of Literature.

"Okay, Comrade Rong, I didn't hear you say it, but now I'm in the master's group!" Lin Weimin teased.

At that time, the lecturers in the Institute of Literature and Literature were all top-notch in the industry, and of course there were also junior ones, such as the teachers who explained foreign literature and comparative literature to everyone. deep.

"Don't interrupt me. The doctor said that I'm sick and I need to rest for a while. I probably won't be able to finish this class. How about you go for me?" Rong Shihui said.

(End of this chapter)