1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 337 You Can't Hold It

In the third week of March, Lin Weimin was reviewing manuscripts in the office when the door of the office was pushed open with a bang, which startled him.

Turning around, I saw Yu Hua standing at the door, his face was full of joy, and he shouted excitedly: "Mr. Lin, I'm here...!"

Before he finished speaking, he realized that there were two people in the office.

Qin Chaoyang and Lin Weimin looked at Yu Hua amusedly, and Lin Weimin said, "Here he is, why are you so excited?"

"Hey!" Yu Hua restrained his expressions and movements and walked into the office.

Lin Weimin asked, "How's it going? Are you getting used to being in the Faculty of Arts?"

As soon as he heard him talk about this topic, Yu Hua said: "It's too adaptable. There are lectures by famous teachers every day, and there are many activities. I really want to keep learning here."

The 85 short-term advanced course of the National Academy of Letters started on March 3st. Yu Hua explained: "I should have come to the editorial office a long time ago, but I came late, and there are more studies and activities..."

"It's okay, isn't it the same now?"

Yu Hua stayed in the office for half a day, and when it was time to get off work, Lin Weimin invited him to dinner.

Sitting on the crown car, Yu Hua fumbled excitedly.

"Mr. Lin, how much did you pay for this car?"

"Mr. Lin, is the seat made of leather?"

"Mr. Lin, do you still have a radio in this car?"

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Along the way, Lin Weimin's head hurt from his noise.When they arrived at the Lama Temple Hutong, they picked up Shi Tiesheng, and Lin Weimin brought the two of them to the Barbecue Wan.

The most famous mutton in Old Yanjing is Donglaishun, which uses a copper pot to boil the mutton.

When it comes to eating beef, you have to mention the grilled meat of Yarouwan. The barbecue here is different from other places. They only roast beef. The beef is marinated with seasoning in advance, and then grilled on an iron plate. people.

Before entering the door, just got out of the car and walked to the store, and the greedy worms of Shi Tiesheng and Yu Hua were hooked out, and the gluttonous halazi almost flowed out.

After entering the store, without further ado, Yu Hua directly ordered five catties of beef.

Today, Mr. Lin treats guests, and it’s okay to eat openly.

"You kid, why don't you beat local tyrants here?" Lin Weimin couldn't help complaining.

Yu Hua complained: "Mr. Lin, you don't know that the Faculty of Arts gives [-] catties of food stamps a month, and also distributes rice tickets and noodle tickets. My rice tickets are eaten up in a few days, and I can't eat enough. ah!"

Naturally, Lin Weimin would not believe his nonsense. Yu Hua was not lying about the treatment of the Literary Academy, but he would not believe it if he said that this kid would starve without food stamps.

When mentioning the Faculty of Arts, Shi Tiesheng talked about his acquaintance with Lin Weimin, "At that time, Xiaowei took me to our Literary College to take classes, and then I met Weimin."

Ever since Qu Xiaowei got married, his wife and children were hot on the bed, and he didn't see anyone a few times a year.

As Yu Hua was chatting, the teachers of the Faculty of Arts chatted with everyone in their spare time, unconsciously popping up in his mind the interesting things about Mr. Lin's study there before.

Compared with the tall, stalwart and dazzling positive image of Mr. Lin today, hearing what Mr. Lin did at that time really makes people feel like the world is collapsing.

Of course, Yu Hua only dared to think about these things in his heart.

While chatting, Yu Hua heard Teacher Lin and Shi Tiesheng talking about their visit to Xiangjiang later this month.

He immediately became interested. It is a rare thing to be able to go abroad these days.

After inquiring for a long time, he thought that the people who went there were famous writers like Mr. Lin, or writers like Shi Tiesheng whose masterpieces were famous all over the country, but he never expected that there would be a Mo Yan mixed in there.

Yu Hua thought about Mo Yan's small eyes the size of mung beans.

Does your kid fit among these names?

"No, why is Mo Yan? If he can go, I can too!" Yu Hua said jealously like a primary school student.

"Then you have to ask the people in Xiangjiang, they invited you." Lin Weimin joked.

Yu Hua's expression was gloomy and he felt very hurt.

It’s okay if I can’t compare with writers like Mr. Lin and Shi Tiesheng who are already well-known all over the country. How can I not compare with Mo Yan?
Yu Hua's self-confidence suffered an unprecedented blow, and he could only turn grief and anger into appetite.

Shi Tiesheng himself is a carnivore, and with Yu Hua's presence today, his appetite has also increased a lot.

After dinner, the three of them came out of the barbecue with hiccups.

"Don't go back yet, let's go for a walk to digest food before we go." Lin Weimin suggested.

Yu Hua and Shi Tiesheng agreed deeply.

Just next to the barbecue Wan is a small park, Nanlishi Road Park.

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng, and Yu Hua walked beside them, chatting along the way.

Now that we have entered the Nanlishi Road Park, it is natural to mention the Broadcasting Compound on Nanlishi Road, and then the Spring Festival Gala that just passed.

Several people chatted and laughed, and Yu Hua pointed to a few dilapidated tents in the park and asked, "Why are there still people living here? Is it blind?"

The term "blind flow" appeared after the founding of the People's Republic of China, referring to those who did not want to stay in the countryside and migrated to the cities under the urban-rural dual household registration management system, but had no place to stay.

Shi Tiesheng is from Yanjing, and explained to Yu Hua: "These should be foreigners who came to Yanjing to treat their children..."

He pointed to the hospital next door to the park where the lights were still on, "There is Yanjing Children's Hospital affiliated to the Capital Medical University, the best children's hospital in the country. These people should be parents who bring their children to see a doctor. Can run to the park and pitch a tent."

After Shi Tiesheng explained, Lin Weimin and Yu Hua looked at the tents in silence.

In the 80s, the colorful camping tents of the later generations are almost invisible. The tents are all army green. I don’t know how many years they have been used and how many hands have been poured. The color has faded, and the army green has become mottled and worn out.

After a while, Yu Hua moved. He walked to the door of a tent, squatted on the ground and chatted with the man sitting there with a sad face.

Looking at such a scene, Shi Tiesheng said with emotion: "Yu Huahui is a good writer."

"Yes, he has a soft and sensitive heart!"

"Wei Min, do you still remember Ming Wa?" Shi Tiesheng asked again.

Lin Weimin nodded, "I remember."

Last year, Lin Weimin took Shi Tiesheng back to Guanjiazhuang in northern Shaanxi where he joined the queue. He stayed there for a day and heard him talking about Mingwa with the villagers.

When Shi Tiesheng and the others first went to jump the queue, they lived in an old cave dwelling in Mingwa's house. He was two years younger than Shi Tiesheng and had congenital heart disease.

Mingwa's Dahe mother didn't work day and night, so she saved some money and took him to Yanjing to see a doctor.

"That year Mingwa came to Yanjing to see a doctor, but he couldn't see the doctor. We took him to see Tiananmen Square, took pictures, and visited the Summer Palace, the zoo, and Wangfujing. Mingwa's mother was willing to spend money to let Mingwa have a beautiful time in Yanjing. Played a few times, ate a few times, and bought some decent clothes. Mingwa is very happy..."

Shi Tiesheng muttered to himself, but he didn't finish the next words.

When Mingwa returned to northern Shaanxi, his father and his mother arranged a marriage for him, and the bride price cost 600 yuan.When the child was over one year old, Mingwa died in the mountains while he was digging the ground.

"You said, if Mingwa was born in Yanjing City, she wouldn't have died so early?" Shi Tiesheng suddenly raised his head and asked Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin kept silent and didn't answer him. He didn't think Shi Tiesheng needed his answer either.

At the foot of the emperor, the land of the first good, human life seems to be more precious, at least there is no need to drag a fatal illness and do heavy physical work.

The two stood in place and waited for Yu Hua. He came back after half an hour and chatted with several people.

As Tolstoy said in the opening chapter of Anna Karenina: Happy families are all alike, but every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

After Yu Hua came back, his face was full of sadness and he didn't speak, obviously depressed by the bad luck that these families suffered.

Before they left the park, they involuntarily glanced at the tents set up in the park.

Yu Hua said, "Mr. Lin, I want to write a novel."

"What novel do you write?"

If it can be described as a "part", it must be a long novel. Yu Hua raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky, "Let's write about the suffering of the Chinese people!"

Lin Weimin's heart skipped a beat. Some novels cannot be written at your age. Failure to write them not only hurts the confidence of creation, but also destroys rare inspiration and materials.

Listen to Mr. Lin's persuasion, you are too young to grasp it.

"Your current age and experience are not enough, don't rush to write too heavy subject matter, let yourself settle for a few years, until you feel that you can control this subject matter before you start writing. Look at Brother Cheng and Lu Yao, a 40-something , One is in her 30s, and she only started to write large-scale things. You are only in your 20s, and it is too early to write such works at this age."

Facing Mr. Lin's advice, Yu Hua really wanted to ask, Mr. Lin, weren't you in your early twenties when you wrote novels like "The Horseman"?
But he didn't ask this question after all, and told him rationally that a writer like Mr. Lin might not be able to produce one in decades, so how can he compare himself with him?
"En!" Yu Hua nodded heavily, he decided to listen to Teacher Lin.

Don't worry about writing first, let yourself settle down again.

Two days later, people from the Cultural Association came to inform Lin Weimin that all the matters of the visit had been completed, and explained to him the precautions during the visit.

On March 3, Qiqi went to Junyi to pick up Mo Yan, and then Shi Tiesheng.

Driving to the Capital Airport, Zhang Guangnian, Liu Xinwu, and Cheng Jiangong had just arrived. This visit was led by Zhang Guangnian, the leader of the Cultural Association, and there was also a comrade named Liu from the relevant department.

After waiting for an hour, boarded the plane and flew to Shanghai.

After arriving in Shanghai, several people were arranged to go to the guest house of the Shanghai Cultural Association.

A few writers from Yanjing were the first to arrive, and after waiting for a long time, several other writers also rushed to Shanghai.

In the evening, the leaders of the Shanghai Cultural Association arranged a meal, and Lin Weimin met Huang Anyi, who was from Shanghai.

"Anyi!" Lin Weimin greeted Huang Anyi.

Huang Anyi responded to him politely with a bit of alienation.

"How is meeting old classmates the same as not knowing each other?" Lin Weimin said enthusiastically, holding Huang Anyi's hand.

Huang Anyi withdrew her hand and couldn't help but give him a supercilious look.

This person really hasn't changed at all!

Rested in the guest house for one night, early the next morning, the troops set off for the airport again, flying from Shanghai to Xiangjiang.

Nowadays, there are not many flights from Yanjing and Shanghai to Xiangjiang. The four cities of Yanjing, Shanghai, Yangcheng, and Hangzhou add up to only 59 flights a week.

After tossing for a long time, the plane finally arrived at Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport.

There were three people who picked me up at the airport, one was Jun Lin, the deputy editor-in-chief of "Ta Kung Pao", one was Pan Yaoming from Sanlian Bookstore, and the third was a comrade surnamed Chen from the Yangcheng Xiangjiang Office.

Sanlian Publishing is the organizer of this invitation visit, and Ta Kung Pao is also a Z faction media. The former editor-in-chief is Mr. Luo Fu who previously contacted Lin Weimin to publish works for "Bafang".

After a brief communication between Comrade Chen from the Yangcheng Xiangjiang Office, Comrade Chen from relevant departments and Zhang Guangnian, everyone boarded the bus smoothly.

After getting into the car, everyone really greeted each other.

After Zhang Guangnian introduced himself, he introduced these writers to Junlin and Pan Yaoming one by one. When they heard Lin Weimin's name, Junlin and Pan Yaoming's reactions were much stronger than when they heard the others.

For more than a year, Lin Weimin's works have frequently appeared in Hong Kong's newspapers and periodicals, and they are quite popular. He can be regarded as one of the few inland writers familiar to the cultural circles and readers of Xiangjiang in recent years.

(End of this chapter)