1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 35 You Boy, Blessed

Mr. Wan Jiabao's request is surprising, and what is even more surprising is the importance he attaches to Lin Weimin.

"The manuscript is in the dormitory, I'll go get it for you."

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he ran out without waiting for the old man to respond.

In less than 3 minutes, Lin Weimin came back panting heavily, holding a stack of manuscript paper in his hand.

""cliff"?"

Wan Jiabao looked at the name of the work on the first page of manuscript paper, and read it out gently.

He glanced at the content on the draft paper, and after a short time, he had a rough judgment in his mind.He glanced at the time again, stood up slowly, "Okay, today's class is over here, let's finish class."

My manuscript was taken away by Mr. Wan Jiabao, Lin Weimin stayed where he was a little confused, what does this mean?

Before he could recover, Jiang Zilong came up and patted him on the shoulder, sighing, "Blessed are you, boy!"

Then it was Jia Dashan again. After he patted his shoulder, he stared into Lin Weimin's eyes, "It's really enviable!"

Everyone came up to greet one after another, Lin Weimin seemed to understand, did he fall into the favor of the old man?
But what do you mean by taking my manuscript away?

When it was time to eat lunch at noon, Lin Weimin saw Mr. Wan Jiabao sitting with Mr. Tang Yuqiu eating. He thought that the old Mr. had finished his lecture in the morning and left.

After eating, Lin Weimin watched Mr. Tang Yuqiu help Mr. Wan Jiabao to the office.

"Sir, this is this issue of "Zhong Shan". Lin Weimin's novella was published here. It is the twin of the manuscript you have now."

Wan Jiabao looked at the magazines and manuscripts in his hand, and smiled slightly: "Young people these days really have fantastic ideas."

He unfolded "Zhong Shan" lightly, and said to Tang Yuqiu, "Go and do your work first, and leave me alone."

Tang Yuqiu made him a cup of tea, then sat back in the corner of the office.

Wan Jiabao took out his presbyopic glasses from his pocket and put them on, holding the magazine in his hands to read carefully, taking a sip of tea from time to time.

After about half an hour, he put down the magazine and turned to Lin Weimin's manuscript.

Time passed slowly, the afternoon class had already started, and the old gentleman finally raised his head.

Reading in a fixed position for a long time made him physically and mentally exhausted. He was over seventy years old and had lectured all morning. It is reasonable to say that he should rest at noon, but for Tang Yuqiu's request, he insisted on reading the manuscript in his hand. .

Tang Yuqiu has been paying attention to Wan Jiabao's reaction. Seeing that he finished reading the manuscript, she stepped forward to refill his tea and asked softly, "Will you get up and move around?"

Wan Jiabao nodded, "Alright."

He got up and walked around the office, moving his legs and feet, and the plot of the novel he just read flashed through his mind from time to time.

"Little Tang!"

"Sir." Tang Yuqiu responded.

He first sighed: "Young people today are not like we were at that time. At that time, our minds were all about saving the world, writing things how to criticize, how to come from how profound."

Hearing what he said, Tang Yuqiu felt a little apprehensive, for fear that what Lin Weimin had written would not catch Mr. Wan Jiabao's eyes.

After a pause, he continued: "Now, the country is prosperous and the people are safe. You guys are rare friends. The conflicts and conflicts between the two works are naturally set up, the plots are well-connected, and the characters are also standable. The most important thing is that they are popular and at the same time, At the same time, it can integrate the metaphysical things of the family and the country.”

Tang Yuqiu asked in surprise: "Sir, so you agree?"

Wan Jiabao pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Tang Yuqiu was overjoyed immediately, and turned his eyes again and again, "Sir, in fact, there are still many good seedlings in our class, you..."

Wan Jiabao waved his hand before she finished speaking, "I'm old, my time and energy are limited, and there are too many mundane tasks. It's not easy to cultivate such a seedling for your literary research institute."

Seeing the old man's clear attitude, Tang Yuqiu didn't insist anymore.

To be able to sell Lin Weimin, the demon king of the world, is already a success.

And on the other side.

After taking Shi Tiesheng to lunch in the cafeteria, Lin Weimin took the initiative to push his wheelchair instead of Qu Xiaowei.

Chatting while eating in the cafeteria, Lin Weimin learned that Shi Tiesheng's current physical condition is very poor.

On the way to send Shi Tiesheng back, several people continued to chat. Shi Tiesheng is an open-minded person, and he doesn't mind sharing his experience with others.

A few years ago, he went to the northwest to go to the countryside to jump in the queue. One winter, his legs suddenly lost their strength. When he returned to Yanjing, his legs began to shrink.After some examination, it was learned that the problem was in the spine, a tumor had grown in his spine.

With today's medical conditions, this is almost a terminal illness.

In order to treat him, the family owed thousands of dollars in foreign debts, which was an astronomical sum for an ordinary family in the 80s.

To make matters worse, his mother died at the age of 49, leaving him and his 13-year-old sister dragging their bodies.

Now, due to perennial muscle atrophy and sitting in a wheelchair, Shi Tiesheng's lower limbs are paralyzed, his kidney function is severely damaged, and he suffers from uremia.

Listening to Shi Tiesheng and Qu Xiaowei's intermittent descriptions, Lin Weimin was filled with embarrassment. Compared with this old man's misfortune, what was the crime he suffered in the countryside?

When the bus arrived, Lin Weimin got out of the bus with Shi Tiesheng on his back. He was very big, but he didn't have much flesh on his body, so he was in a panic.

Back to the courtyard where Shi Tiesheng lived, and entered the house, he lived in a hut, only six or seven square meters, with a bed and desk in the room, and the remaining space was probably for his wheelchair to turn a small corner look.

Shi Tiesheng was busy pouring water for Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, I'm going to move in a while."

"Moving? Have you got your disability allowance and housing?" Qu Xiaowei asked in surprise.

Shi Tiesheng nodded with a smile, "After it's done, we can move next month. The Lama Temple is bigger than it is now."

"Hey, this is really a great thing, we should celebrate it!" Qu Xiaowei happily spun around on the ground, even happier than he himself had received these benefits.

"It's to celebrate. Let's wait until we move."

"Okay, when it's time to move, I'll help you move."

Lin Weimin stretched out his hand, "Count me in as well."

Several people looked at each other and smiled, the laughter was full of pleasure.

After staying at Shi Tiesheng's house for more than half an hour, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei went out. They asked for leave. Shi Tiesheng's health was not good, so they couldn't stay outside for too long. False, send him back first.

On the way back, Lin Weimin suddenly looked at Qu Xiaowei seriously, making his hair stand on end.

"Look at what?"

"It seems that you are not completely useless except picking up girls."

"Your uncle!"

　I have a high probability of being a sheep. I woke up several times last night with discomfort. My throat was tight and my body was sore. These are basically the same as the initial symptoms. I hope I don’t suffer too much in the past few days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)