1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 39 One word, absolutely
It is about to enter July, and the hot weather in Yanjing makes people bored.

At noon, the cafeteria turned into a steamer because the kitchen was cooking.

Some of the big guys ran to the trees in the yard to enjoy the shade, waiting for lunch.

Cheng Shixu held a copy of "Reading" and shouted: "For the people, come and have a look!"

"What's the matter?" Lin Weimin heard him call him big, and he agreed and walked over.

"There is a book review of "The Death of Yura" in "Dushu"."

The "Reading" in Cheng Shixu's hand was just delivered this morning, and no one else in the class has read it yet.

After class just now, Cheng Shixu ran to the library of the institute while there was still some time before eating, and happened to find the magazine that had just been delivered, and saw an article commenting on "The Death of Yula" on it, he immediately ran to tell Good news for Lin Weimin.

As soon as he said that, other people rushed up, "Where is it? Where is it? Let me see!"

Publishing works these days, there are review articles in itself is a kind of affirmation of the author's ability or the quality of the work, of course, there are also criticisms.

For example, after Jiang Zilong published "The Notes of Director Qiao's Appointment", many domestic newspapers and magazines published commentary articles, some of which were critical and some of which were praises. The name of "literature" also spread like wildfire through this trend.

The quality of "The Death of Yura" being published in "Contemporary" is needless to say, but it still makes everyone a little excited to see a review article about it in "Dhushu".

As a literary review magazine founded after the reform and opening up, "Dushu" has a short history, but it became the favorite of countless Chinese literature lovers at that time because of the sentence "reading has no restricted areas" in the first issue.

Fifty thousand copies of the first edition of the inaugural issue were printed, and another [-] copies were printed and sold out.

Afterwards, the sales volume of "Reading" continued to rise, and it became the leader among domestic literary review magazines.

"Thoughts on Human Nature——Thoughts on Reading "The Death of Yura".

This is the title of the review article, the author is Xie Mingqing.

"Xie Mingqing, who is this guy? He looks familiar." Lin Weimin asked.

Cheng Shixu said loudly: "Xie Mingqing, the deputy group leader of the northern group of "People's Literature" novels, the one I was talking to Brother Shan a few days ago."

The status of "People's Literature" in the domestic literary circle has always been very special. Backed by the National Literature Publishing House, it was born as a rich second generation born with a golden key in its mouth.

His novel team is even more elite and strong. As one of the leaders of the novel team, Xie Mingqing's position in the industry is recognized.

That's why An Shishan showed such an elated attitude when he learned that Xie Mingqing wanted to talk to him that day.

Lin Weimin was stunned, no wonder it sounds so familiar.

Hearing what Cheng Shixu said, the people around became more excited. They pushed Lin Weimin aside, and took the lead in appreciating this review article.

Lin Weimin looked at this group of people speechlessly, but he felt a little ashamed to read the reviews of his own works, so let them read them first, and then secretly read them under the covers.

Just a magazine, more than a dozen people crowded to read it, many people couldn't see it, and Cheng Shixu was also pushed outside.

Lin Weimin asked him, "How is your novel writing?"

"It's okay. With the ready-made story direction and character setting, I don't think it's too difficult, but I can't say how the quality is." Cheng Shixu said with a worried face.

"It's okay, I'll find an editor to help take a look later, it's best if I can publish it."

"En." Cheng Shixu nodded.

After class in the evening, Teacher Tang Yuqiu called Lin Weimin to say that someone was looking for him and he was waiting in the office now.

Lin Weimin went to the office and saw a quiet woman waiting there.

"This is Teacher Wan's daughter Wan Fang, and this is Lin Weimin."

Teacher Tang Yuqiu introduced them to them.

Lin Weimin immediately put on a smile, "Hello Senior Sister!"

Wan Fang was stunned at first, and then laughed, "My father said that the children in the Institute of Literature are very interesting, and it is true."

Teacher Tang Yuqiu explained: "He is a devil in the world, and he is not stingy. In "Dream of Red Mansions", that is the material of Baoyu."

Lin Weimin joked, "Teacher Tang, I don't even know if you're praising me or hurting me."

Teacher Tang Yuqiu glanced at him, "You can experience it yourself."

Lin Weimin suddenly looked bitter.

When the two were joking, Wan Fang kept laughing.

After exchanging pleasantries, she talked about her intentions.

She took out a stack of wrapped manuscript paper from her bag, "My father recently visited the United States with a delegation, and he will be able to return to China in a few days. He told me to return the manuscript before. I was busy with work a few days ago, so I just came back today." Come here empty."

"Senior sister, you are too polite, just let me know and get it myself."

"It's not troublesome, I just happened to drop by to see my 'little brother'!"

There was some teasing in Wan Fang's tone, and Lin Weimin scratched his head with a smile. He was only twenty this year, and his face was tender, and he didn't violate harmony at all when he did this kind of action. Have a good impression.

"Just now, Teacher Zhang told me that our institute has assigned a tutor to each student. The other students may have already met with the teacher to study. Don't worry. When my father comes back, he will call you."

"Okay, sister, I understand."

After explaining the matter, Wan Fang got up to leave. Lin Weimin and Teacher Tang Yuqiu sent her to the school gate. She came by bicycle.

"How's the manuscript going?" Teacher Tang Yuqiu asked.

"It's only half written."

"It's so long?" Teacher Tang Yuqiu was a little surprised.

"Hmm. I'm going to try a long story this time."

Teacher Tang Yuqiu pondered for a moment, then nodded, "This is also a good thing."

For a novelist, the novel is the best standard to test his strength.

As famous as Lu Xun, a generation of literary giants, when it comes to novels, he is rated lower than several masters of the same generation.

"Yesterday Shihui saw me and heard about what you are doing. He was very interested and wanted to read your manuscript."

Two manuscripts written by Lin Weimin before, "Latent" and "Yula's Death", "Latent" were published on "Zhongshan", "Yula's Death" was published on "Contemporary", Rong Shihui read it "Latent".

Lin Weimin guessed that he was curious about how he would write the same story twice.

"Let's finish writing it later, and I'll show it to him."

"it is good."

At night, there is no one around.

Lin Weimin opened "Reading" and found the review article written by Xie Mingqing.

After reading it, Lin Weimin had only one thought.

After all, it is the big editor, you have thought of things that I, the original author, did not think of.

One word, absolutely!

(End of this chapter)