1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 298

Now the Institute of Literature has moved to Balizhuang, Chaoyang District. Compared with Lin Weimin and the others who borrowed Chaoyang District Committee D School as their school building at that time, the conditions for running the school have directly improved, with independent classrooms, dormitories, and canteens, as well as courtyards and buildings. door.

Standing again at the gate with the sign of the Institute of Literature and Literature, Lin Weimin felt emotional for a while.

Wealth and honor do not return home, like brocade clothes walking at night, I Hu...

"Comrade, wait a minute!"

Before Lin Weimin could finish his thoughts, the guard at the door stopped him.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh with emotion, now that they can afford to hire special security guards, it's really a shotgun change.

"What do you do?"

"Hi, I'm the teacher who is giving the lecture!"

"teacher?"

Guard Wu, 60, stared at Lin Weimin for a few seconds.

This looks like a student, dare to pretend to be a teacher?

Eighty percent of them are students who want to go to school to take classes.

"Do you know anyone?" Weiwei didn't want to embarrass Lin Weimin. Young people who can come to the Institute of Literature to take classes are good boys.

Lin Weimin hesitated, "Is Teacher Tang Yuqiu there?"

The guard was a little surprised, he didn't expect this kid to really know people, "Do you know Mr. Tang?"

As soon as the guard finished asking this question, he suddenly greeted outside the door: "Teacher Tang, just in time, someone is looking for you here, do you know him?"

Lin Weimin turned his head and looked out the door, and saw Tang Yuqiu, whose hair was already a little gray, walking into the school.

Tang Yuqiu only glanced at it, inexplicably surprised, "Lin Weimin?"

"Teacher Tang!" Lin Weimin responded with a smile.

"Oh, oh, why are you back?" Tang Yuqiu pulled Lin Weimin to look left and right.

Since graduating from the Institute of Literature, although Lin Weimin would pay New Year's greetings to Tang Yuqiu every year during Chinese New Year, Tang Yuqiu was still very pleasantly surprised to see him again at the Institute of Literature.

"Mr. Rong is ill. Didn't the institute invite him to give lectures to the students before? He can't give lectures this time, so please ask me to come over."

Tang Yuqiu asked concerned: "Ms. Rong is sick? Is it serious?"

"Fortunately, it's a chronic disease. It's nothing serious, but it takes a while."

"That's good." Tang Yuqiu was relieved, and asked again: "Mr. Rong means that you want you to teach for him?"

"He first asked me to come over and ask for opinions from the office."

"What else are you looking for? Is there anyone more suitable than you?" Tang Yuqiu said excitedly.

"Mr. Tang, this is your own child, how do you think about it." Lin Weimin teased.

The intimacy in Lin Weimin's words made Tang Yuqiu smile very relieved, and she said: "Of course my children look good everywhere. You have done so well in "Contemporary" in the past two years, and you have been appointed deputy editor-in-chief, and your writing has not been left behind. , everything is done well, just to pass on the experience to the gang of juniors."

Tang Yuqiu dragged Lin Weimin into the school and met many old acquaintances.

Director Xu Gang, teacher You Xiaoshan, teacher Wang Yifen, typist Kobayashi, librarian Xiaojing...

Teacher Tang Yuqiu excitedly dragged Lin Weimin around the campus, and more and more people gathered around them.

Not to mention the predecessors of the first four phases of the Institute of Literature, Lin Weimin is considered to be the most outstanding student trained by the Institute of Literature since the resumption of the school in the fifth phase in 80.

Among their current class, there are also many students who are already well-known in the domestic literary world.

Such as Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Huang Anyi, Jin Ying...

Compared with these people, Lin Weimin was a little different. Everyone had a deep impression on him.

Thinking back to the days when this kid was in the Literature Research Institute, the jokes he made and the disasters he caused, we still talk about it from time to time when we chat.

For teachers, it is often the most mischievous students in the class who impress them the most.

What surprised everyone even more was Lin Weimin's development after leaving the Institute of Literature.

The novels were released one after another, and the response was getting bigger and bigger. Later, I heard that they were even published abroad.

In terms of work, I also joined the editorial department of "Contemporary", and after working for two years, I was promoted to deputy editor-in-chief.

22 Three-year-old deputy editors may be found in publications across the country, but in publications of the level of "Contemporary", it is impossible to exist, and it is simply unheard of.

At such an age and such an achievement, when everyone chats, there is always some disbelief in their tone. Is this the lawless and incompetent demon king they know?

After a long time no see, everyone saw Lin Weimin was very kind, and a group of people stood by the flower bed of the school and chatted endlessly.

I don't know how long it took until the bell rang, interrupting everyone's chat.

Unlike Lin Weimin and the others in the Institute of Literature and Literature, the training time was only a few months, and there was only one class of students.

Now there are two batches of students studying at the Institute of Literature and Literature, the seventh and eighth batch of students of the Institute of Literature and Literature. The schooling period is four semesters, and it takes two years to graduate.

The small garden where Lin Weimin and the others chatted was just outside the classroom where the students went to school. When the students were in class, they noticed that the teachers were sitting in a group, and they were very curious.

get out of class was over now, some people were leaning against the window, some people walked out of the classroom, and they all turned their eyes to the young man beside the flower bed surrounded by stars.

Seeing that many students were full of curiosity about Lin Weimin, Tang Yuqiu said with a smile, "It just so happens that Weimin is here today, let him give the students a personal statement to see how good the students who come out of our literary research institute are!"

Xiaojing and Xiaolin were the first to applaud. Under the booing of everyone, Xu Gang, the director, smiled and shook his head, "How is it? For the people, let's go and talk to your fellow students?"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

Xiaojing shouted, "Why didn't you tell me? Tell me about your million-dollar manuscript fee!"

It is hard to expect the literati to keep secrets.

"It's not that exaggerated."

"Then tell us about your "Contemporary" editorial department. Our seventh issue happens to be a literary editing class, so you can listen to it." Teacher You Xiaoshan suggested.

"Take it as a rehearsal for your lecture in a few days, just to get to know the students first!"

A group of teachers persuaded Lin Weimin to agree.

The teachers went to the two student classes in advance to inform about the temporary extra class. Everyone already knew when they listened to the teachers' discussion in private just now. The young man surrounded by the teachers today is Lin Weimin.

After the teacher finished announcing the news and left, there was an instant explosion in the classroom.

Just like Lin Weimin and his class, these students were more or less authors who had already published works in well-known journals, received good reviews, and even won national awards.

But hearing the name Lin Weimin, everyone couldn't help but get excited.

In the past few years, in the domestic literary world, there should be no more popular writer than Lin Weimin.

Jiang Zilong, who first became popular with his reform literature, is incomparable. Gu Hua, who won the first Yanbing Literature Award with "Furong Town", is incomparable. Lu Yao, who has become popular all over the country with "Life", is also incomparable.

These people have been very popular in recent years, and they are writers respected by many literature lovers.

But compared with Lin Weimin, they are still a lot worse.

Young, many awards, popular works, good adaptation effects, good sales, and his job is the deputy editor of the well-known publication "Contemporary".

Lin Weimin is like a full-strength hexagonal warrior with no flaws.

Among the students of these literary research institutes, there may be some who are not convinced by Lin Weimin, but there is absolutely no one who does not approve of Lin Weimin's writing achievements.

This extra class was arranged after noon, which took up the rest time of the students, but everyone had no complaints. Who wouldn't want to meet the famous Lin Weimin?
The teachers arranged the students of the two classes into a classroom. The classroom was crowded and many people were standing, but they couldn't conceal everyone's enthusiasm.

Lin Weimin walked up to the podium under the eager eyes of everyone, and after a few seconds of eye contact with the students under the podium, Lin Weimin greeted everyone with a smile on his face.

"It's so kind to see everyone. A few years ago, I was like everyone else, sitting in the classroom of the Institute of Literature and Studies. Oh, by the way, some students may be different, you are standing."

The students suddenly burst into laughter. There are not enough chairs in the classroom, and indeed many people are standing.

"The main reason I came to the Institute of Literature and Literature today is that Teacher Rong Shihui, who had agreed to come to give lectures at the institute, was ill and entrusted me to teach you for a few days. In a few days, I will share with you in class. Knowledge about literary creation and editing.

Today, at the request of several teachers, I will chat with you and share my previous study experience in the Institute of Literature and Literature, even if it is to cheer everyone up. "

Lin Weimin on the podium looked calm, relaxed in tone, and his demeanor was convincing.

He talked about the experience of studying in the Institute of Literature a few years ago, and he did not shy away from his lawlessness when he was in the Institute of Literature, and he did not let go of the embarrassing things of his classmates. From time to time, I express my inner complaints, and a few words are just a burden, which arouses bursts of laughter in the classroom.

Among the more than 100 students under the podium, none of them could have imagined that the great writer Lin Weimin, who is now popular all over the country, would be so bold when he was studying in the Institute of Literature.

Everyone recalled the period of study at the Institute of Literature and Literature, and it seemed that they did not follow the rules so well.

From this point of view, there is a sense of intimacy.

The average age of the students in the seventh and eighth rounds is a little younger than that in the fifth round, but there are only a few young ones, and there are many students over 30 years old.

Although everyone is older than Lin Weimin, no one will underestimate the young man on the podium.

The achievements he has made on the road of writing may be something that many people here need to look up to for a lifetime.

At their age, this kind of thing is very clear.

What's more, Lin Weimin's works are really excellent. Many of the students here today are loyal readers of Lin Weimin.

When it came time to ask questions, everyone was very enthusiastic.

Lin Weimin ordered a middle-aged man with a fat body and small eyes. He got up and introduced himself as Wang Peng. The first question he asked was the recently circulated question about Lin Weimin's manuscript fee.

"The domestic literary world is now spreading rumors that your work was published in the United States and received a million dollars in royalties. We are all curious whether this is true or not?"

After he asked this question, all eyes were on Lin Weimin.

Literati are ashamed to talk about profit, except for manuscript fees.

This thing is related to everyone's wealth and life, and no one doesn't care.

Lin Weimin shook his head helplessly, and said with a delicate expression: "This question is hard to answer!"

Although Lin Weimin didn't answer directly, his expression and tone said everything.

If there weren't so many manuscript fees, it would be fine for people to deny it directly. Now such an answer is basically tantamount to acquiescence.

The classroom was suddenly full of ebullition.

Everyone has heard about it before, but it feels like it is far away from them.

But now, Lin Weimin, the person involved, stood in front of everyone and acquiesced in this matter. Not only that, he was also a student a few classes earlier than everyone.

Thinking of this, the hearts of many students became hot.

At this moment, Lin Weimin standing on the podium is like the first emperor Yingzheng sitting on the carriage. The group of Xiang Yu in the audience has only one thought in their minds.

He can replace it!
(End of this chapter)