1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 38 Letters from the Reader

Lin Weimin likes Shi Tiesheng's open-mindedness and toughness. Although he has only met two sides, it does not prevent him from becoming a good friend.

Back in the office, the typist Xiao Lin found Lin Weimin and handed him a big package.

"This is a letter forwarded by "Zhong Shan", saying that the readers of your manuscript sent it to their editorial department, and I asked you to pick out some and send some letters to the readers."

"so much?"

"Much is the proof of popularity. Look at them, they don't even have this chance!"

Xiao Lin pouted his lips towards the other students in the cafeteria, and everyone had an expression of ignorance.

Lin Weimin took the package, "Thank you, Teacher Xiaolin!"

Teacher Xiao Lin showed a satisfied smile. Lin Weimin was her favorite in this institute, and the person who called Teacher Xiao Lin was very happy.

"It's okay, you're welcome."

Lin Weimin took the package and put it on the table. Before he could do anything, several people in the class had already come up.

These days, it is normal for readers to write letters to the editorial department or publishing house after seeing good articles in magazines and newspapers.

Forwarding so many letters at one time reflects from the side how popular Lin Weimin's novel published in "Zhong Shan" is.

Everyone opened the package and looked at the letters inside one by one.

"This is from Jinling, this is from Jinmen, this is from Shanghai, and this is from Yanjing. Maybe you don't know that Weimin is in Yanjing?"

Several people laughed and sorted out the letters in the package.

Although everyone has published works, but not everyone can enjoy so many letters from readers.

"It's really all over the country, all over the world! For the people, let's take a look." Qu Xiaowei put the letter in front of Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin swiped the letter into the parcel, "Look what you want, and do whatever you need to do, don't make trouble for me."

With such a large pile of letters, it is conservatively estimated that there are five or six hundred letters. If he picks out one tenth of them to reply, that is also fifty or sixty letters.Based on a letter of [-] words, it is [-] to [-] words, almost catching up with two short stories.

The key is to return this thing, he doesn't make money!

"Floating! Floating! I think you are just floating!"

In the evening, Lin Weimin sat in the dormitory and answered the letter.

Guo Yudao came back from the outside with a bad expression on his face. He asked, "Old Guo, what's the matter?"

"Maybe it's because I didn't eat at night, I have a little diarrhea."

"I see that your face is sallow, do you need to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, just take some medicine, it's a regular thing."

Huang Zonghan poured Guo Yudao a cup of hot water, "His complexion is naturally yellow, and it shouldn't be a big problem after taking the medicine."

Lin Weimin just came back from Shi Tiesheng's house today. He stared at Guo Yudao's face and said, "I think you should go and have a look. It doesn't matter if you have diarrhea, it's not right if it always happens like this. Look at your face and body shape, yes. Isn't there something wrong with the liver?"

Guo Yudao took a sip of hot water, smiled bitterly and said, "Don't scare me."

"How can this be a scare? Don't delay the disease. Early detection and early treatment will make it more troublesome."

Huang Zonghan said: "It shouldn't be so? I think Lao Guo usually eats a lot, and it's pretty good!"

Guo Yudao understood that Lin Weimin had good intentions, "Let's wait until later when you are free. We still have to go to class now."

Guo Yudao and his generation have long been used to patience. If there is any minor illness, patience will pass. When a serious illness arrives at the hospital, it is useless to go there due to limited medical conditions.

Lin Weimin shook his head lightly. After all, Guo Yudao has diarrhea now, so he can't force him to go to the hospital.

"Dear teacher Lin Weimin, hello: My name is Guan Xiaoyan, and I am a middle school student from Jinling Girls' High School. It is a great honor to read your masterpiece "Latent" in the latest issue of "Zhongshan". I like this novel very much... "

Lin Weimin opened the letter at his desk, took a few minutes to read the contents of the letter, and then thought for a moment to reply to the reader.

In one night, I wrote seven or eight letters, and my hands were sore.

He got up and moved around for more than ten minutes, and then began to write the remaining content of "The Cliff" whose manuscript was taken away by Mr. Wan Jiabao.

The manuscript was taken away, but the plot and characters were all in his mind, so he could continue writing without delay.

When Huang Zonghan saw such a scene, he would always say in an envious tone, "Weimin really eats this kind of food, I won't remember it if I leave it alone."

This time, Lin Weimin plans to write "The Cliff" as a full-length novel. The manuscript taken by Mr. Wan Jiabao alone has 20 words. According to his estimation, the volume of this novel should be around [-] words.

Hundreds of characters appear on the stage, including rigorous and meticulous plots, without some outstanding memory, it is really easy to forget.

After nine o'clock, Lin Weimin looked up and saw that several people in the dormitory were already lying on the bedside reading, so he stopped writing, and when it was time for everyone to sleep, he could not disturb others.

"Weimin, how many words have you written in that novel?" Huang Zonghan asked Lin Weimin when he was still lying on the bed.

"Counting those that were taken away, there are almost 12 words."

Huang Zonghan sighed: "You are really a quick shooter. You have written [-] words in just a few days."

It may be because of the overly detached and active concepts of later generations. In terms of writing efficiency, Lin Weimin really wants to crush most of the people in the class.

Among this group of people, writing three to four thousand words a day is regarded as quick and diligent. Most people usually write about two thousand words. A piece of wood like Qu Xiaowei often writes and writes, and the manuscript paper is thrown away. For a long time, the last word was not left.

In fact, it's not that Lin Weimin is really better than everyone else, but that his ideas are different.

Most of the students in the class have a habit of choosing words carefully when writing to ensure that the writing is concise and accurate.In this way, the original state and inspiration may be good, but it is abruptly delayed in the writing stage, and the efficiency must be very slow.

Lin Weimin is different from them, it doesn't matter whether he is good or not, write it first and then talk about it.After finishing the writing, I kept revising, and the inspiration came again after revising and revising.

"Old Huang, you say that a man can do anything, but you can't say that he is fast!" Lin Weimin held the steering wheel coldly.

"I don't have a partner, let me give you the one who can."

The two exchanged a few words, and Jiao Yundian asked, "How is everyone else's writing?"

"Anyway, I haven't heard of anyone who finished it. Ni Zhanheng's progress is good. He used to write about military subjects. The theme chosen for the people this time is a new attempt for most people in the class, and they must get used to it. adapt."

There are dozens of students in a class, and the creative direction is very complicated.

Jiao Yundian nodded, "I'm relieved when you say that."

Lin Weimin joked, "Old Jiao, your thinking is a bit slippery! You didn't do well in the exam, so why do you expect your classmates to fail?"

Jiao Yundian's face twitched, and the soles of his shoes were ready to move.

(End of this chapter)