1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 32: A Novel Way of Writing

"Lin's story reminds me of Agatha's novels, full of charming suspense and reasoning charm!"

"This story is really good. If it is really written into a novel, it will be very exciting!"

"Friends, do you feel that Lin's story seems to be based on Agatha, who is also a mystery novelist, also famous and rich..."

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Most of the foreign students who are here today are people who are interested in literature if they are willing to participate in this exchange and dialogue meeting.

Lin Weimin's story style is a very orthodox mystery novel, and you can tell after listening to it that the quality is quite high. This is the first time these people have come into contact with a mystery work in such a novel way.

These people had not been exposed to reasoning works from China before, and they were deeply impressed by Lin Weimin, a maverick Chinese writer who gave reasoning works on the podium.

The comments and concerned eyes of many international students below did not change Lin Weimin's expression in any way. From stepping on stage to stepping down, it was so calm and breezy, which made people feel a sense of admiration for him.

Even the big brothers and sisters in the class who always treat him as a brat rarely pay attention to him.

"Weimin, when will you write mystery novels?"

"Didn't listen to what he said, I haven't written it at all, it's just an idea."

"Can you tell the story in your head so smoothly? Do you believe it?"

"Why don't you believe it? I think Weimin is born to eat this kind of rice."

Teacher Tang Yuqiu is very satisfied with Lin Weimin's performance. Students like Lin Weimin are always loved and hated by teachers in school.

What I love is that he is quick-witted, and I don't see how to learn in class, but as long as he is serious, he will definitely get a good grade in the exam.What I hate is playfulness, laziness, and idleness. I obviously have a much better talent than everyone else, but I just don’t want to work hard.

No, as soon as I whipped the whip, it immediately pulled the mill several times.

Teacher Tang looked at Lin Weimin with a relaxed face, and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind, if this kid's talent and potential were fully stimulated, how far could he go?

The half-day dialogue and exchange meeting was over. Lin Weimin didn't know what the other students in the class had gained. Anyway, he got acquainted with Ma Kemeng and Little Black Yoko.

Before parting, the few people also agreed to go out to play together next time they have the opportunity.

"Lin, you must write the story you told today, the story of Detective Jack Huang, oh, it's interesting to think about it." Mark told Lin Weimin dreamily.

Jack Huang is the hero of that reasoning story, a Chinese-American detective.

"Maybe, I'll have to wait until I'm free. Ma, you don't know much about the situation in our domestic literary world. There are almost no channels for publishing such typed novels as speculative novels."

After hearing this, Mark Meng felt disappointed, "Oh, that's such a pity."

"However, I think you should still write it. Maybe I can try to help you deliver it to our country's publishing house."

Lin Weimin smiled and waved his hands, "That's too far away, let's talk about it after I write it."

"Ok!"

On the way back from Yenching University to the Lecture Institute, Cheng Shixu sat next to Lin Weimin, and his eyes would glance at Lin Weimin from time to time.

"What's wrong? Keep looking at me|what are you doing?" Lin Weimin asked him.

A bit of embarrassment flashed across Cheng Shixu's face, "It's nothing."

Lin Weimin was a little puzzled by his performance.

Jia Dashan on the other side seemed to see Cheng Shixu's distress, he asked Cheng Shixu: "Why are you always bored, you should feel like a wunderkind."

Cheng Shixu had a bitter smile on his face, and looked at Lin Weimin. Speaking of wunderkind, this classmate deserves it, right?
In the dormitory at night, Gu Hua was inspired by Lin Weimin's performance at the exchange meeting during the day, and began to tell everyone the story he had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

Hu Yuyin is a female street vendor in Furong Town. She gets rich by working hard. She thought that her good life was coming soon, but she was persecuted in a series of political campaigns. True love arose during the adversity, and the two supported and encouraged each other, and finally ushered in the moment to set things right.

The more Lin Weimin listened to this story, the more familiar it became. Isn't this the plot of "Furong Town", and the name fits it well.

Lin Weimin has never read the novel "Furong Town", but he has seen the movie.

It turned out that the story came out like this, and a subtle feeling of witnessing history surged in his heart.

Cheng Shixu's eyes showed envy when Gu Hua was telling everyone stories.

It was recommended by "October" that he was able to enter the training class of the Institute of Literature, and the work he relied on was "The General in the Small Town".

His mentality is almost the same as that of Huang Anyi. He feels that when he enters the institute, all he sees are writers who he looked up to like stars before, and he has low self-esteem, so he always studies extra hard every day.

It has been more than half a year since he won the award, and he hasn't even written a single work, which aggravates the anxiety and inferiority in his heart, especially when he sees people like Lin Weimin and Gu Hua who are born to tell stories, his heart is filled with Envy and jealousy.

Cheng Shixu's depression was incompatible with the lively atmosphere in the dormitory, he left the dormitory alone, intending to relax in the courtyard.

It happened that Lin Weimin was going to wash clothes in the water room. When the two of them were in the wrong place, Lin Weimin heard a sentence: "Weimin, tell me, am I not suitable for writing?"

Lin Weimin stopped walking with a basin of clothes in his arms, "What's wrong? Are you still sentimental?"

Cheng Shixu smiled wryly, "Can you not be sentimental? I haven't written anything decent this year."

"I don't know what to write." He emphasized again.

Lin Weimin looked at the misery on his face, thought for a while and said, "I don't have much experience in writing, but I can give you a sample."

"Make a sample?"

"Have you read my novella?"

Cheng Shixu nodded, "It's really well written."

"The same story direction and character background, how about each of us telling the story again?"

"Ah, this...is rewriting a novel?"

"Correct."

Cheng Shixu was tongue-tied, this was the first time he had heard of such a writing method.

"Here, how do I write this?"

"You can write whatever you want. The characters are already there, and the general plot setting is also there. This subject is inherently very suspenseful and contradictory. It is not difficult to write."

"How about it? Do you want to try it?"

Lin Weimin asked Cheng Shixu with a smile.

He struggled for a few seconds, but when he thought that Lin Weimin, the original author, was willing to lend his ideas, if he didn't even dare to write this, he might as well give up writing.

"Okay, then do it like this." Cheng Shixu said firmly.

(End of this chapter)