1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 328 Tiesheng, You Have Changed
"Hope" is an on-campus comprehensive literary magazine initiated and established by students of the seventh and seventh grades of the Chinese Department of Northwest University at the end of 1978. It publishes works of various genres, including novels, poems, essays, reportage, essays, scripts, essays, movie stories and reviews. , translations, foreign writers and works reviews are all available.

Only four issues of the magazine have been published, and it has existed for only one year in Northwestern's 100-year history.

Just in that year, Shi Tiesheng's "The Destiny of Love" was cast here.At that time, Cheng Ximi saw this article.

"I know!" Cheng Ximi replied with a smile after Shi Tiesheng said the first sentence.

The smile on her face was as bright as the sun, and she was a different person from when she stopped them from entering the classroom just now.

Shi Tiesheng didn't expect her to say that, "How do you know?"

Cheng Ximi glanced at the wheelchair, and Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Weimin complained, such an obvious feature, probably only a man like you who is dazzled by love can't notice it?
Seeing that the two of them stopped after saying a word, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Although we have been pen pals for five years, this is the first time we have met after all.

Teacher Lin was very self-aware and said: "Well, Tiesheng, I have something else to do, you two should talk for a while. You need to go downstairs later, call me!"

As he spoke, he let go of the wheelchair with both hands and closed the classroom door.

It has to be me!
He turned his head proudly, startled.

A group of students had surrounded him at some point.

"Lin Weimin?"

Lin Weimin had a bad heart, stepped on his feet and looked towards the stairs. The students who had just finished class were flocking in this direction, and the corridor was crowded with people.

He and Shi Tiesheng had talked to someone since they entered the building, and Lin Weimin thought of the honest-looking middle-aged teacher on the first floor.

Why are the mouths of you intellectuals as unreliable as literati?

"Is it Teacher Lin?"

"Lin Weimin? Is it really Lin Weimin?"

More and more students who heard the news flocked to the door of this classroom on the east side of the second floor, blocking the corridor tightly.

Lin Weimin shouted helplessly: "Students, calm down! Calm down!"

The moment they heard Lin Weimin's voice, the crowd became tighter and looked at Lin Weimin excitedly.

"Ms. Lin, Mr. Lin, I am your reader!"

"I like your "Farewell My Concubine" the most!"

"Mr. Lin, why did you come to our school?"

……

The college students surrounded Lin Weimin enthusiastically. He was like a small boat in the sea, tossed by wind and rain.

"Don't be crowded, don't be crowded, it's not convenient to talk here. Listen to me, everyone, step back in an orderly manner, let's find a spacious place outside the teaching building, shall we talk?"

"Come on, everyone, step back, step back!"

Lin Weimin shouted loudly, and pulled the students in the front to shout with him, stopping the trend of the team rushing forward.

After more than ten seconds, the crowd began to retreat, and Lin Weimin heaved a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and glanced at the closed classroom door.

Tiesheng, Tiesheng, you have to live up to it!

The crowd receded and came to the front of the building.

The 80s is the age of literature.In this society, if you want to find out which group has the most literary youths, it must be college students.

Teacher Lin stood on the steps in front of the teaching building, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him eagerly.

It's really inappropriate not to pour some chicken soup at this time.

In January in Xi'an, it was cold and windy, but it couldn't resist Mr. Lin's enthusiasm for preaching to the students.

After a little thought, he opened his mouth and came, eloquent and witty.

The students listened fascinatedly, and their eyes were full of splendor.

Standing by the window on the second floor, Cheng Ximi listened to Lin Weimin's speech with admiration on his face, "You really deserve to be a great writer!"

Shi Tiesheng felt bad when he heard Cheng Ximi praise Lin Weimin, this kid is too stealthy.

This is exactly: I was blown by the cold wind for you, you held my sister in the classroom!
The abnormality in front of the building of the mathematics department attracted the attention of the leaders of the mathematics department. After inquiring about the situation, the head of the department found out that the young man standing in front of the building giving a speech was actually the great writer Lin Weimin. He hurriedly called some guards to maintain order .

After finally waiting for Lin Weimin's speech to come to an end, the students below suddenly became enthusiastic, seeing that there were still students coming here.

There are more and more students gathering, if one fails, it will be a big deal!

It is impossible to drive them away by force. The college students of today are not the sheep-like college students of later generations who are driven away by others.

The head of the department could only go forward to discuss with Lin Weimin, "Mr. Lin, what do you think about changing places?"

Lin Weimin apologized, "I'm really sorry. I came to your school to find friends, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this, causing trouble for the school."

"It's okay. It's too late for the school and students to be happy to meet a great writer like you."

In order to invite this living ancestor away, the head of the department gave up his face.

In today's situation, it is impossible for the students not to get what they want, and to have a close contact with this teacher Lin.

The head of the department proposed to change the venue of the exchange to the school auditorium. Lin Weimin readily agreed, and the head of the department was relieved.

After the head of the department announced the news to the students on the steps, and with Lin Weimin's persuasion, the students hugged Lin Weimin and walked to the auditorium.

There are more and more people gathering along the way, and Lin Weimin walks in the lead, putting on a black suit, it is a gangster movie.

At the entrance of the auditorium, the students filed in, and Lin Weimin said to the dean: "Director, I still have a friend upstairs!"

"I heard, I heard, Comrade Shi Tiesheng, I'll go back and ask the two teachers to help."

Lin Weimin nodded towards the dean of the department, "Thank you, dean!"

After finishing speaking, he walked into the auditorium, and slowly closed the door of the auditorium with both hands, with a solemn face and firm eyes.

As a brother, he will do anything he can to spare.

In the evening, the hotel in front of Northwest University.

Shi Tiesheng and Cheng Ximi sat opposite each other, the girl's smile was still so bright, and Lin Weimin next door seemed so redundant.

After dinner, Lin Weimin created conditions for the two of them to walk outside for more than an hour.

He didn't show up until Shi Tiesheng sent Cheng Ximi back to the dormitory.

"How did the chat go?" Lin Weimin had a gossipy face.

"Very good." A bit of shyness flashed across Shi Tiesheng's face.

Lin Weimin nodded gratified, it is worthwhile for me to make such a big sacrifice for you two.

"Continue to work hard tomorrow and strive to bring Comrade Simi to Yanjing!"

Lin Weimin set a lofty goal for Shi Tiesheng.

"Nonsense, she works here, how can she go to Yanjing?"

"It's up to you. You two talk first, and I'll help you with the rest!"

Shi Tiesheng was moved in his heart.

As it got dark, Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng to the guest house of the SX Provincial Cultural Association.

On this day, Lin Weimin was so exhausted that he fell on the bed and fell asleep for a while.

Feeling the urge to urinate, he got up to go to the bathroom, and saw Shi Tiesheng sitting at the desk, writing with a smirk on his face, without thinking about it, he knew he was writing some sour poems or love letters.

When he made a slight movement, Shi Tiesheng covered the table with both hands like a frightened quail, and remained motionless.

Lin Weimin got up and passed by, and took a look, but it was so tightly covered that he couldn't see it at all.

After going to the bathroom, Shi Tiesheng repeated the operation.

Lin Weimin sighed helplessly, "Tiesheng, you have changed!"

The next day, Cheng Ximi specially asked for leave to accompany Shi Tiesheng.

Lin Weimin didn't become a light bulb, but came to the provincial literary association to find Lu Yao.

"How did you get it like this?"

After not seeing Lu Yao for more than a year, Lin Weimin was a little surprised.At only 36 years old, his back is already a little hunched, his temples have turned white, and the fine wrinkles on his face can't be hidden no matter what.

Lu Yao excitedly pulled Lin Weimin to talk about the manuscript he was writing.

Lu Yao told Lin Weimin in his letter that in September, he took two large boxes of materials and books, a dozen cigarettes and two cans of Nescafe coffee, and ran to Chenjiagou Coal Mine to experience life. Here at the Cultural Association.

"After the year, it will still pass. You don't know, I was there, and I wrote it with a special feeling."

When Lu Yao talked about the novel, he was in high spirits.

"Then you have to pay attention to your body." Lin Weimin said with some concern.

From having this idea to this year, it took just over a year to make himself like this. If he really waits until the novel is finished, Lin Weimin really dare not think about what he will have to ruin himself into.

After hearing Lin Weimin's concerns and worries, Lu Yao smiled silently.

"For the people! Brother Cheng is right. To be a writer, you have to have a headliner. I don't know if my novel is worthy of such evaluation, but I have to write it. do my best!"

Lin Weimin pondered, and said, "Why don't you go to Yanjing to write, and I'll find you a place with a better environment."

Lu Yao shook his head and said firmly, "Without that environment, I couldn't write it!"

Lin Weimin sighed helplessly. In fact, when he said that sentence, he already knew Lu Yao's answer.

"Then after you finish writing the first draft, go to Yanjing. Is that okay?"

Lu Yao hesitated and nodded, "That's fine."

At noon, the leaders of the Provincial Cultural Association invited Lin Weimin to have a meal, and Lu Yao accompanied him.

After dinner, Lin Weimin borrowed a car from the leader of the Cultural Association. This time, Shi Tiesheng planned to go back to the place where he jumped in the queue in northern Shaanxi to take a look. The leader of the Cultural Association readily agreed. Xiao Li.

The next day, Xiao Li drove Lin Weimin and the proud Shi Tiesheng back to northern Shaanxi, where he had always dreamed of.

The "Qingping Bay" in the novel is really called Guanjiazhuang.

The river in front of the village is called Qingping River, and a stream formed by the siltation of Qingping River is called Qingping River, so Shi Tiesheng called it "Qingping Bay".

The local commune has long been notified by the provincial association of literary and art circles. The educated youth who jumped in the queue at their place back then has now become a well-known writer in the country, so they want to come back and have a look.

When Lin Weimin and his car arrived at the commune, they were led to Guanjiazhuang by the people from the commune.

The trip went smoothly, and Shi Tiesheng met many old acquaintances and talked about the past.

It's just that I was a little disappointed when I left, and I lamented that I was more polite to everyone when I came back this time, not as affectionate as before.

(End of this chapter)