1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 300 This road is not easy to walk
A not-so-formal class ended with Lin Weimin's gag, and the students burst into warm applause.

Today's class didn't actually talk about any substantive content, but the exchange with Lin Weimin made them feel deeply.

For almost all the students, Lin Weimin is just a name that they saw in the publications. When everyone actually saw him in the classroom of the Institute of Literature and Communication, everyone really felt his talent and charm. .

People have to sigh God's kindness to him!
Lin Weimin was enthusiastically sent to the school gate by the teachers of the Institute of Literature, and told him not to forget the lecture a few days later. He rode on a motorcycle and waved to everyone before leaving.

Tang Yuqiu looked at Lin Weimin's leaving back and sighed: "Who would have thought that Weimin has changed so much!"

Kobayashi also sighed, "Yes. It's like a dream, it's only been a few years!"

Amid the sighs of everyone, Lin Weimin's back completely disappeared.

Returning to the National Literature Society from the Institute of Literature and Literature, it was not long before the end of get off work.

Lin Weimin took two hours off in the morning, but came back in the afternoon. Meng Weizai saw him in the corridor just about to ask a few words, when he saw Lin Weimin patted his briefcase with his hand.

Comrade Lao Meng nodded in relief, and went to collect manuscripts again, not bad.

Entering the office, Liu Yin glanced at Meng Weizai who had just walked past, then at Lin Weimin, and said, "Yes, Lao Meng saw that you didn't say a word."

"I don't even look at how much work I have done. He said me? Are you embarrassed?"

"show off!"

After joking a few words, Lin Weimin went to work.

The time before get off work was too short, he did not go to review the manuscript, but opened the letters piled on the table.

Unexpectedly, among the many letters, I found another letter from an acquaintance, Cheng Shixu from the Institute of Literature.

It has been four full years since the publication of "The General in the Small Town" in 79 and entered the Institute of Literature in 80. Cheng Shixu's life is not comfortable.

To be precise, the road of writing is particularly difficult.

After graduating from the Institute of Literature and Literature, Lin Weimin would correspond with Cheng Shixu from time to time, and knew his situation quite well.

A series of publications solicited manuscripts enthusiastically, but rejected them in disappointment.

Cheng Shixu mentioned in his letters more than once, the embarrassing scene when he met with acquaintances, the other party asked him what work he was writing, but he could only see his pale face muttering pitifully.

Through words, Lin Weimin could feel the pressure and depression in Cheng Shixu's heart.

In the past few years, he has not stopped writing. Instead, he has worked harder than before, but the results he obtained are still not ideal. Since entering the Institute of Literature, his works have never been published in domestic first-line literary magazines.

For Cheng Shixu's age, now should be the time when he is at the peak of his creation.

His starting point is so high, and he won such an award as a national excellent short story at a young age. Such a result is a heavy blow to him.

In particular, because of the experience of studying in the Institute of Literature and Literature, I met classmates from all over the country.Not to mention students like Jiang Zilong who are already well-known, there are many students whose creations have exploded after going through the literary research institute, such as Lin Weimin, Gu Hua, and Huang Anyi.

This made Cheng Shixu feel more and more that he was on the verge of being desperate.

The content of this letter made Lin Weimin very worried about Cheng Shixu's state. Instead of replying to the letter, he called Cheng Shixu's work unit directly.

When Cheng Shixu answered the phone, Lin Weimin's voice was dry and weak, and he couldn't match the youthful and energetic young man in his impression.

"Weimin, I plan to change jobs?" Cheng Shixu expressed his thoughts to Lin Weimin on the phone.

"Change jobs? What jobs?"

"It's fine to find a literary magazine as an editor, or as a handyman." Cheng Shixu said with little confidence.

"Do you think being an editor is that easy?"

Lin Weimin's rhetorical question left Cheng Shixu speechless.

"But what can I do? I have thought a lot this year. Weimin, let me tell you something from my heart.

To me, literature is just a way of "seeking for rice beams".Now everyone knows that I went to a literary research institute for further study, and was transferred to the provincial capital to specialize in writing.

But what about the results?If there is no result, what I do is tantamount to deceiving everyone.

I don't want to go on like this anymore, so I might as well find another way to make a living! "

Lin Weimin did not expect that the unsatisfactory past few years would hit Cheng Shixu so hard.

"Shixu, it's easy to change careers. But I want to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Is it true that your work cannot be published?"

Cheng Shixu on the other end of the phone fell silent.

His works were indeed rejected by various publications, but the premise was that these publications were all first- and second-tier literary magazines across the country.

"October", "Contemporary", "Flower City", "Zhongshan", "Yanjing Literature", "Shanghai Literature"...

Lin Weimin counted the names of the publications one by one on the phone, "Shi Xu, do you know? I am in the editorial department, how many manuscripts from authors and literature lovers from all over the country do I have to kill every day?"

"Compared to the number of works published by these well-known publications, those who have no chance to publish are too many.

Those works that have no chance to be published are the fate of most people..."

Cheng Shixu said bitterly: "For the people, but after all I..."

"I know, I know. After all, your work has appeared in "October", after all, you have won a national award, after all, you have studied at the Institute of Literature and Literature.

But, Shi Xu, that is all in the past.For those who are on their way, the least memorable thing is the past.

Do you want to indulge in the short-lived glory of the past all your life?Are you such a heartless person? "

Lin Weimin's questioning tortured Cheng Shixu's heart, causing him pain, but also full of self-blame and annoyance.

Since when did I become such a cowardly person!
"For the people, am I...am I being too vain?" Cheng Shixu asked in a tearful voice.

Lin Weimin softened his tone, "Shi Xu, it has nothing to do with vanity. We are all human beings, and we are all emotional animals. Naturally, we don't want to come down when we reach the peak. This is human nature."

"But you also have to understand that our life has never been a smooth road. It is a mountain range composed of countless high and low peaks. These peaks are high and low, steep and gentle, and the situation is different.

But they have a common feature, that is, there is no road that can go uphill forever and not go downhill.What does it matter if you go downhill for a while?Just take a break and gather some energy, there is another mountain waiting for you not far away! "

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, Cheng Shixu fell silent.

Just when Lin Weimin thought that his poisonous chicken soup had no effect, Cheng Shixu finally said: "You are right, I care too much about those false names."

"That's right. Don't take those things so seriously. If your work can't be published in a big publication, just publish a small publication. Anyway, you won't lose your manuscript fee. If you write a lot, there will always be a day when the water drips through the stone, and the quantity changes. cause qualitative change."

Under Lin Weimin's enlightenment, Cheng Shixu finally regained some confidence and reason.

"Yes. As long as I keep writing, there must be a chance."

Lin Weimin breathed a sigh of relief, the job of his part-time bosom brother is not easy.

"but……"

"But what?" Cheng Shixu asked.

"I suggest that you find an opportunity to study again."

Lin Weimin read Cheng Shixu's manuscript more than once, and knew his problem.

The language is too simple and the expression method is single.

Without the support of profound material and creative experience, his works can easily become mediocre.

Cheng Shixu's study life at the Institute of Literature and Literature was too short for Cheng Shixu. Instead of bumping into walls everywhere in writing like a headless chicken like now, it is better to study hard and settle down.

"I heard that the Cultural Association is in contact with Wuhan University, and plans to cooperate in recruiting Chinese language and literature transfer students. May I contact you for you?"

Cheng Shixu hesitated and said, "I'm so old? Can I do it?"

"How old are you? You're only in your 30s. There are plenty of students your age in the university, okay? Besides, they accept transfer students, and the schooling period is short, like two years.

are you going?If you go, I will contact you for you! "

Cheng Shixu hurriedly said, "I'll go! I'll go!"

"Hey~ You're right! Don't always complain about yourself, and don't be discouraged. Work hard towards your goal, and the scenery behind you is your harvest."

Lin Weimin's comfort made Cheng Shixu smile, "Weimin, thank you so much."

"Why are you being so polite with me? I'll contact you if I have news about further studies!"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone with Cheng Shixu, Lin Weimin sighed.

The road of literature is not easy to walk!

After chatting with Tan Chaoyang for a while, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, compared to most literature lovers, Cheng Shixu is lucky enough.

Unfortunately, his talents may not yet be able to support his ambitions.

When it was time to get off work, Lin Weimin came out of the Guowen Society with the traffic and ran in the direction of Shichahai.

He moved back to Shichahai Courtyard shortly after the new year. The winter heating period has passed, and the advantage of living in Tuanjiehu Apartment is gone.

Entering Baimixie Street, walking a few hundred meters to the gate of his own courtyard, Lin Weimin stopped his motorcycle.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?" Lin Weimin asked the middle-aged man squatting at the door.

He wears glasses, has a round head and a round face, with a cropped cut and a mustache. He is smoking with his head closed. When he heard Lin Weimin's voice, he raised his head quickly.

"I'm looking for Lin Weimin!"

"What business do you want with Lin Weimin?"

"I have a manuscript that I want him to read!"

Lin Weimin asked curiously: "Let him read the manuscript, why don't you go to his unit to find him?"

"I have to go to work during the day, I'm not free!"

This reason is very powerful.

Lin Weimin didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while, and stretched out his hand, "Where's the manuscript?"

　The past two days have been too busy, so there will be two shifts today, and three shifts will resume tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)