1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 299 I Didn't Write It Anyway

Under the gaze of hundreds of eager eyes below, Lin Weimin spotted another male student.

This male student didn't need to introduce himself, Lin Weimin knew him, whether it was before or after time-traveling, Zhao Ben's husband.

Before time travelling, Lin Weimin watched the film "A World Without Thieves" adapted from his short story of the same name.After time travel, his short story "Selling a Donkey" and Lin Weimin's "The Death of Yula" won the 1981 National Excellent Short Story Award.

"Student Benfu, long time no see!" Lin Weimin greeted with a relaxed expression.

Zhao Benfu didn't expect that Lin Weimin still remembered him just by chance when he won the award, and he was a little flattered when he stood up.

After saying hello, Mrs. Zhao asked: "Mr. Lin, I personally really like your novel "The Horse Man". I am from Jiangsu, but I am very fascinated by the border desert. I dream of the distant desert. Han Hai, countless flashes of thought can always burst into my mind. But I can’t grasp this flash of thought, like quicksand. I don’t know if you have encountered such a situation in the creative process? And how to avoid it? "

A few years ago, the two were on the same stage to receive the award, but now they have changed the venue, Lin Weimin has become a teacher on stage, and Zhao Benfu has become a student in the audience. Fortunately, he quickly adjusted his mentality, Asked something went wrong.

"This is a very good question. I think not only my classmate, but many students here should have had this problem."

When Lin Weimin said this, many people under the podium nodded tacitly and felt the same.

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he pondered for a moment before continuing to chat.

"Here, we must first understand what we are going to write, and I think this is a very important question.

I don't know much about other students. My personal main creative direction is novels, so I will talk about novels.

Leaving aside those vague definitions, I say that novels are about telling stories. I wonder if everyone can accept it? "

Lin Weimin looked at the students under the podium with a look of inquiry, and many of them nodded. This is a popular saying, and it must be no problem.

"Since it is telling a story, where does the story come from?" Lin Weimin's question made many students fall into thinking.

He didn't wait for everyone's answer, and continued: "Suppose when you are eating today, a picture suddenly appears in your mind. A scrawny old woman with a crooked body and a wooden stick is begging for food in the wind and snow. This picture, it is out of thin air. did you come?
If you are an ignorant and ignorant child, is it possible for such a picture to pop up in your mind?
Of course not.

So, students, you must understand that all your inspirations and flashes of thought are by no means accidental, they must be the accumulation of your life and learning.

It is precisely because of these accumulations that you have the lowest level of desire and logic to create. You have to tell the story you know to others.

Just now I said that writing a novel is telling a story. Many people in the audience nodded their heads. I think everyone should understand that what I call storytelling is actually a popular interpretation.

When we go further and want to turn this story into a novel with real literary value, we still need some other accumulations.

For example, the accumulation of language, the accumulation of artistic means, etc., are indispensable.

The scene I described just now is the beginning of the story, and it is the accumulation of our life and study. Next, we will add some spices to it.

For example, in a snowy sky, the old woman knocked on the door to beg for food. The dog in the yard was barking.Speaking of this, everyone may be able to hear it right away, isn't this "the wine and meat of the Zhumen stink, and the road is frozen to death"? "

The students below laughed, Lin Weimin's description did coincide with the ancient poem.

"That's right, the story is almost the same story, but what we need to do is how to tell the story wonderfully and differently in our own way.

We continue this story.

The old woman had been begging for food in this small town for half a day, but no one was willing to give her a piece of cake. Finally, there was no knock on the door in the small town. "

When Lin Weimin said this, many people had a bit of sadness on their faces. In their minds, they had already imagined the picture of the old woman being frozen to death in the ice and snow due to hunger and cold.

"In the evening, a family in the town suddenly discovered that their child was missing. The family hurriedly went out to look for it, but they couldn't find it.

After a few days of wind and snow, a woodcutter ran to the town in a panic, saying that he had found a dead man in the woods.

The people in the town looked over, only to find that the old woman who begged for food had been frozen to death that day, and beside the old woman was a pile of firewood that had not been ignited. "

Speaking of this, the direction of the story is exactly the same as everyone expected.

But at this moment, Lin Weimin said: "Suddenly, a person pointed to the thick snowdrift next to the old woman, and seemed to find something. They dug up the snowdrift and found that it was the lost child. He, like the old woman, had already Frozen to death. The difference is that there are two tooth marks on this child's neck."

In an instant, everyone in the classroom felt a chill rising from the back of their heads, and their hairs stood on end.

At this point in the story, Lin Weimin stopped and gave everyone a few seconds to react.

He smiled and said, "I think everyone understands the story. Conversely, let's summarize, what is the core of this story? Who can tell me?"

The faces of the people once again revealed the color of thinking.

Someone said: "This is the alienation of people by hunger."

Someone said: "The people in the town don't give food to the old woman, and the old woman wants to eat the child. This is the cycle of heaven, and the retribution is not good."

Others thought further, "This must be a great famine, a natural and man-made disaster."

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "That's right, what everyone said makes sense. Now let me tell you, what was going through my mind when I mentioned this old woman?"

Curious looks appeared on everyone's faces.

"What I think of is the great famine that happened in southern Hebei in 1942. Now I ask everyone, what do you think the core of this story should be?"

The crowd almost didn't do what he thought and replied: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters."

"Yes, natural disasters and man-made disasters. With this core, looking back at our story, there are too many things that can be added. Is this the truth?"

Lin Weimin vividly presented the jerky and abstract content in front of them with only a short story, which made the students under the podium feel admirable.

Lin Weimin looked at Zhao Benfu again, "Student Benfu, what I said is my personal experience, for your reference and that of other students."

"Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

Zhao Benfu called Mr. Lin very naturally. Lin Weimin's story is not very profound, but the turning point is creepy, which immediately adds countless colors to the already clichéd and mediocre story.

And this was just something he came up with temporarily in order to explain clearly to himself the basis and techniques of the novel creation, and Zhao Benfu was impressed by it.

After answering this question and preparing to ask questions again, the people who raised their hands became more enthusiastic.

Lin Weimin clicked on a male student with eight-character eyebrows again. He stood up and asked, "Mr. Lin, did you write the novel "Rooting Officials"? Everyone is saying that the characters in this novel were written by you to hide them." Shoot those seniors in the literary world."

Lin Weimin took a deep look at the eight-character eyebrow, you kid, you have bad intentions for this question!
The other students all looked curious and watching the excitement. Regarding the various comments and analyzes of "The Story of the Bandit Official", an unknown number of versions have been circulated during this period of time. Everyone is naturally full of interest in this matter.

After pondering for a while, Lin Weimin said: "We writers are a group that loves to complain, and we are so full of food because of our love to complain. Some people like to write about the dark side of society and people's hearts when they create, and I also No exception, as long as it is in line with the facts, we will respect it. Similarly, when a work is published, criticism or praise from readers and critics must be respected. But..."

Having said this, Lin Weimin's eyes were sharp and his tone became serious.

"Respect is respect, we allow you the right to comment freely, but we absolutely do not give you the right to use literary criticism as an excuse to disregard the facts, and we do not give you the right to prosecute people for their words.

Comrades, please bear in mind that we have made mistakes on this issue more than once.

The people of Qin had no time to mourn for themselves, and later generations mourned; what later generations mourned without learning from it, also made future generations mourn for future generations again. "

After Lin Weimin said these words, he quietly looked at the people under the podium, and the whole classroom was completely silent.

Everyone can vividly remember the wave of criticism caused by "Lover" a few months ago, and everyone has read enough about the cause and effect of the incident in various newspapers and magazines. Naturally, they know the grievances and censures Lin Weimin suffered in it.

Comparing their hearts with their hearts, most of the people present did not think that they could get out of such a turmoil, let alone sit on the Diaoyutai like Lin Weimin from the beginning to the end without saying a word.

So, is it too much to insinuate those people who scolded me after writing a work?
Too much shit!

Everyone is engaged in literature, if they don't do this, how can they still go to the door and find someone to single out?
Everyone has almost acquiesced in their hearts that this work was written by Lin Weimin.

Besides, Mr. Lin's "Story of the Stealing Official" is really well written!
"When the county magistrate took office, he had to make a clever name to win over the gentry and pay taxes and donations. After they paid, the common people would follow suit. After receiving the money, the gentry's money would be returned in full, and the common people's money would be divided [-]-[-]."

"Make money, business, not shabby."

"Aren't you bullying honest people?"

……

From time to time, some classic scenes and dialogues in the novel can float in everyone's mind, which has a kind of magical charm, which makes people go straight to their minds even if they don't want to think about it.

At this time, Lin Weimin's face showed a bit of playfulness.

"As for who wrote the novel, how important is this matter? Anyway, I didn't write it!"

All the students had smiles on their faces.

(End of this chapter)