1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 34 My Friend Shi Tiesheng

In June, the novel written by Lin Weimin was published in "Contemporary", and the editorial department specially mailed a magazine to Lin Weimin, but he still bought a copy.

Looking at the printed words, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. The experience of crawling on the kang in the countryside was still vivid in his memory, but he felt that it had been a long time.

Qu Xiaowei snatched the magazine to admire it for a few moments, and said in an envious tone: "Will Weimin's article on "Zhongshan" be published soon?"

"Soon, it should be this month too."

"Harvest season!"

Qu Xiaowei was talking to Lin Weimin when he saw Teacher Tang Yuqiu in the distance beckoning to him and shouting loudly: "Teacher Tang!"

"Ms. Tang, Mr. Wan Jiabao will give a lecture tomorrow, and I have a friend who wants to come and listen in, can I?"

There are young writers asking for favors to attend, and there was this tradition in the previous lecture institute. Lin Weimin and the others have been studying in the institute for the past two months, and occasionally someone will come to attend, most of which are for a certain lecturer. favorite.

The next day.

The lecturer for today's lecture is Mr. Wan Jiabao, the master of Chinese playwrights.

Although so many famous names have appeared on the podium of the Wen Lecture Institute before, Wan Jiabao's appearance on the stage today still makes the students in the Wen Lecture Institute's training class feel extremely nervous and looking forward to it.

That is the author of "Thunderstorm" and "Sunrise"!

Before, the institute organized everyone to go to Renyi to watch a drama, and what they watched was "Thunderstorm".

Lin Weimin was dragged out of school D by Qu Xiaowei early in the morning, saying that he was going to pick up his friend.

"What a big person, we have to run all the way to meet him, don't we have long legs?" Lin Weimin complained.

Qu Xiaowei was rarely serious, "My friend has a special body."

Seeing his expression, Lin Weimin knew that there must be a reason for this, so he didn't say any more.

Lin Weimin followed Qu Xiaowei from the bus, turned from the main road to a small road, and then turned into an alley. The nameplate on the side of the road said that the name of the alley was Qianyongkang.

Go to the innermost part of the alley and enter a large courtyard.

In the early morning of summer, the courtyard is very popular. People push bicycles to work, go out to pour chamber pots, carry schoolbags to school, and people come back early from shopping outside. It is very lively.

The two came to the innermost part of the courtyard, and the road for about tens of meters was full of potholes and uneven dirt roads.

Qu Xiaowei came to a hut and knocked on the door.

"Tiesheng, I'm here to pick you up."

After a while, the door opened, and it was a young man in a wheelchair who opened the door.

The young man's skin is very dark, probably because he has been rocking the wheelchair all year round, and his shoulders are very broad.

"You're here, Xiaowei."

When the young man saw Qu Xiaowei, he smiled brightly, making his lips very thick.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Lin Weimin, a good friend I met at the Institute of Literature and Literature. Weimin, this is my friend Shi Tiesheng."

As early as when the young man was shaking the wheelchair and pushing the door open, Lin Weimin guessed the young man's identity based on the name Qu Xiaowei called out.

Shi Tiesheng, "I and the Temple of Earth", this is familiar!

Lin Weimin shook hands with Shi Tiesheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and Qu Xiaowei asked, "Are you ready? Alright, let's go now."

"I'm all set, it's all thanks to you guys." Shi Tiesheng said apologetically.

"What's so hard about it!"

Qu Xiaowei pushed up Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair nonchalantly, and asked again, "Is there anything else I should bring?"

"Gone."

"Okay, let's go then."

The journey to discharge from the hospital was not long, still tens of meters long, but because of the bumpy dirt road, Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair seemed extremely bumpy.

"Tiesheng, are you all right?" Lin Weimin asked.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Shi Tiesheng smiled cheerfully, "It's been a long day off today, and it's great to be able to go to your literary research institute to take classes again!"

Shi Tiesheng's smile was bright, and Lin Weimin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

For ordinary people, going out is a common thing, but it is very difficult for Shi Tiesheng who is physically handicapped.

Walking through the dirt road of Dazayuan, the road in Hutong is much easier.

The most difficult thing was getting on the bus. Qu Xiaowei got on the bus with Shi Tiesheng on his back, and Lin Weimin took the wheelchair.

All the way back to the lecture hall, Qu Xiaowei took a deep breath, "Fortunately, the time is just right."

It was the first time Lin Weimin saw him so serious.

When the three of them came to the cafeteria, most of the students in the class were already sitting in their seats. When they saw Shi Tiesheng who came in with Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei, their eyes showed inquiring eyes.

Young writers or literature lovers who occasionally come back to listen to the Lecture Institute, but this is the first one to come in a wheelchair.

At the beginning of class, the white and fat elder in Lin Weimin's impression slowly stepped onto the podium, and Shi Tiesheng came rushing to him today.

Mr. Wan Jiabao's ancestral home is Beihu, and he was born in Jinmen. Unlike most of the teachers who give lectures, he speaks very standard Mandarin without any accent.

The old man is seventy years old this year, and his course is drama creation.

After entering the state on the stage, he is used to slowly picking up the handouts and reciting monologues, and constantly analyzing the characters.

"'The road to hell is paved early, the prologue to the drama is laid fast.' Here is the monologue, because he talks and thinks, and enters the character. That is to say, he is 'in the eyes of no one.' He sees hell, and Going forward in pain, and going fast. His show is on!"

Lin Weimin found it very interesting to listen to the lecture. Does every good playwright have the potential to become a good actor?
Wan Jiabao is obviously only imitating the performance of the actors when they read the monologue on stage, but it makes people feel that they have both form and spirit.

Occasionally, when tired of talking, Wan Jiabao would stop and take a sip of tea.

Lin Weimin sat on the seat near the front and took the initiative to refill his tea, which he was familiar with.

Wan Jiabao laughed when he saw him, "It seems that the task of the little classmate is not over yet!"

He obviously remembered Lin Weimin who asked him for his autograph at the tea party at the beginning of school. Everyone laughed, and Lin Weimin laughed twice.

It was almost noon, and the class was almost over. Mr. Wan Jiabao sat on the chair on the podium and chatted with everyone.

He said: "I heard from you, Mr. Tang, that your class is doing a very interesting writing exercise recently."

Jiang Zilong replied: "Sir, this is our Ban Lin Weimin's idea. We all think this is a very good way to exercise our writing skills, so we all participated in it."

Wan Jiabao nodded, "Which one is Lin Weimin?"

Lin Weimin raised his hand, and Wan Jiabao was immediately happy, "It's this little classmate again, it seems that we are very destined!"

"hey-hey!"

"They all said that it was your idea, so how is your writing?"

Lin Weimin smiled modestly and said, "Sir, mine hasn't been finished yet."

"Let me have a look." The old gentleman spread his hands towards him.

(End of this chapter)