1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 397 "Burning"

Nowadays, the Chinese studying abroad are not only in the Omi region, but also in almost all developed countries. Most of these people have never thought about returning to China.

With a rich material life, who would like to go back to China and eat bran swallowed vegetables?

But in fact, most of these people lived a life as a master before going abroad, but after coming abroad, they were unhappy.

For example, Cheng Danqing, who did not know English during the college entrance examination, was admitted to the university with an exception.He painted "XZ Series Paintings" at a young age, and he was in the limelight in the domestic painting circle a few years ago.

But I couldn't think about it, and insisted on studying abroad, but I got mixed up.I didn't have the aura when I painted "XZ Group Paintings" in China, and I didn't learn the essence of Western painting, so I lost everyone.

His experience is almost a replica of most students studying abroad in this era.

But even if this group of people are not doing well abroad, they will still be regarded as honored guests when they return to China.

Therefore, it is inaccurate to say that it is not accurate to go back to China to eat bran-swallowed vegetables. It is just that it does not have the convenience and rich material conditions in the West today, but it is still much better than most Chinese people.

Although Lin Weimin was very calm in today's meeting, the performance of these people still made him feel a little panicked.

This feeling is very contradictory. On the one hand, I understand their caring material needs, and on the other hand, I spurn their soft bones.

Back at the apartment, he lay on the bed until midnight, unable to fall asleep, got up and went to the desk.

Lin Weimin didn't intend to criticize the behavior of these people, but he felt that he should criticize something.

Who are you criticizing?

Of course capitalism that caused all this!

With motivation, the words in my mind are like a rising tide, rushing towards the shore.

The next day, Barrymore Theatre.

Arthur Miller looked at Lin Weimin yawning again and again, and asked, "Lin, where have you been fooling around lately?"

"Slander! Arthur, you are slander. You can't find a good young man like me in the whole country of America."

During these two months, they basically met every day. Lin Weimin and Arthur Miller became more familiar with each other, and they had no scruples about joking around.

"Come on. The front desk of the apartment told me..." Arthur Miller cheated.

How can Lin Weimin not know his tricks, he does not do anything against his conscience, and he is not afraid of ghosts calling the door.

"Putting away your tricks, Arthur, I'm not afraid of the slanting shadow when I'm upright." Lin Weimin said lingeringly.

Seeing that he was so confident, Arthur Miller couldn't help asking: "Then what's the matter with your virtue of smoking D?"

"I'm writing a new novel!" Lin Weimin explained.

Arthur Miller sighed: "When I was as young as you, I was so inspired!"

"Come on. You have written more than a dozen dramas in your life. If I were you, I would have smashed my head against the wall and died!" Lin Weimin said sarcastically.

Arthur Miller glared at him, "You brat, won't you grow old in the future?"

Lin Weimin counted with his fingers, "It's almost 50 years away from being as old as you!"

Arthur Miller was silent, and stared at Lin Weimin for a while, "Damn it! Damn genius!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Lin Weimin answered brazenly.

After joking for a while, the two got down to business.

The script of "The Kite Runner" has been released for 20 days. The script of the first four acts has been polished, and the script of the last four acts will be almost finished in a week or two. Arthur Miller is preparing to prepare the crew.

"Are you really not going to stay for a while longer? It would be a good choice to stay on Broadway to witness the performance of "The Kite Runner"!"

"No. I've been out for a long time, and I'm a little homesick." Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Arthur Miller shook his head, "Lin, you really don't look like a young man!"

He sighed and said: "Few young people can refuse the prosperity of New York."

"But this is not their home after all. New York's legs are only open to the rich!"

Arthur Miller said, "But you seem to be a rich man!"

"Although I have a little money, I prefer to waste my youth on the land I love."

Arthur Miller stared at Lin Weimin, and suddenly became serious, "Lin, you are a patriot!"

Lin Weimin winked at Arthur Miller, "It seems that you are not the same."

After the two finished speaking, they smiled knowingly.

The crew of "The Kite Runner" is about to select actors. Arthur Miller asked Lin Weimin for his opinion. He said: "Everything can be done according to your ideas. However, leave me two roles."

"One for Jack, and the other for whom?" Arthur Miller asked ambiguously.

"I'm really afraid that I'll gossip like you when I get to your age!" Lin Weimin teased.

Arthur Miller spread his hands, "Lin, we will eventually become what we hate!"

In the play "The Kite Runner", almost all the important roles are men, and there are very few female roles and not many scenes.

Lin Weimin asked for a role, and Arthur Miller agreed without hesitation.

In the next few days, Lin Weimin spent most of the day communicating with Arthur Miller about the script of "The Kite Runner" and various issues with the crew.

At night, he is nestled in the apartment and writing his new novel.

At the end of June, it was Lin Weimin's return date.

Early this morning, Arthur Miller and his wife and Huang Guangsheng drove him to the airport, but they were divided into two cars because there were too many things to bring, mainly books.

There are so many second-hand bookstores in New York, and the resources are abundant, it is a pity that Lin Weimin, who is engaged in literary work, is like entering a treasure mountain.

In addition to these books, there are also a bunch of gifts.

When I arrived at the airport, because there were too many things, I had to check them in, which cost a few hundred meters more.

After completing all the check-in procedures, half an hour before the plane took off, the radio was already calling for passengers to board the plane.

Lin Weimin took out a manuscript from his bag and handed it to Arthur Miller.

"The typewriter in the apartment is really exciting, but it's a pity that it can't print Chinese characters!" Lin Weimin laughed.

Arthur Miller stroked the cover of the manuscript, "Is this the novel you've been writing?"

"That's right!" Lin Weimin nodded.

Arthur Miller looked at the title of the book "Burning" on the cover, "I'm really curious what kind of story it is!"

"Let's go back and read it again. Just remember not to spread it outside, it hasn't been published yet!"

Arthur Miller said unhappily: "Who do you think I am?"

Lin Weimin gave him a look, which hurt Comrade Lao Mi very much.

Lin Weimin, Arthur Miller and Huang Guangsheng bid farewell.

"Goodbye, old Mi!" Lin Weimin and Arthur Miller hugged.

When he came to the United States this time, Arthur Miller took care of him very thoughtfully and caringly, which made Lin Weimin very comfortable during the two months he lived in New York.

"I hope the next meeting won't be too late!"

After saying goodbye, Lin Weimin boarded the plane with his suitcase.

Comrade Lao Mi is very particular and booked a business class for him.

Lin Weimin's seat was near the window, and before he took off, he glanced at the terminal not far away.

During this time in the United States, I was generally happy.

After finishing the script of "The Kite Runner", he ate, drank and had fun in New York, met some contacts, invested in "The Phantom of the Opera", and finally his novel "Burning".

There is a typewriter in Dakota’s apartment, and Lin Weimin used it very easily when he wrote the script of "The Kite Runner".

This time writing "Burning", he directly got a bilingual version, the English version of the manuscript that he sent to Arthur Miller, because he had a typewriter, and he wrote it very quickly.

The Chinese version of "Burning" is going to be a little slower, and I haven't finished writing it yet.

The English version of "Burning", in addition to the one given to Lao Mi, there is also a printed version that was mailed to Qiao Sen yesterday.

Since it is a book criticizing capitalism, it cannot only be published in China, but it must also be admired by Lao Mi.

In Lin Weimin's wild imagination, the plane took off.

After more than ten hours, the plane arrived in Xiangjiang and needed to stop here for one night.

Lin Weimin and his group of passengers took the airport bus to a nearby hotel, where they will stay for one night before flying to Yanjing.

After arriving at the hotel, Lin Weimin planned to go out for dinner. He found a tea restaurant, and the TV in the restaurant was playing "The Story of a Female Doctor".

At the beginning, the wireless station seemed to be broadcasting in June, so CCTV should also be broadcasting at this time.

Lin Weimin watched an episode with great interest. Although the dialogues were all in Cantonese, it did not prevent Lin Weimin from enjoying the plot. The script was written by him, so he naturally knew the plot clearly.

The investment in "The Story of a Female Doctor" is huge, the whole process is shot on location, the script is solid, and the final film effect is also good, at least one dimension higher than the production level of TVB at the present stage.

During the meal in the tea restaurant, many diners also stared at the TV, concentrating.

Lin Weimin chatted with the boss after dinner. He pointed to the TV and asked, "Boss, the production of this TV series is quite good. The TV stations in Xiangjiang seldom see such realistic styles!"

Hearing his accent, the boss said, "Is it from mainland China? It is said that Boss Shao of TVB spent 1000 million to film this "The Story of a Female Doctor". The set is so fake!"

When TVB promoted "The Story of a Female Doctor", it deliberately avoided mainland factors, and only mentioned live-action shooting.

"How's the ratings?" Lin Weimin asked again.

"I don't know, I haven't cared about it, but our neighbors are watching this TV series."

The boss's answer brought a satisfied smile to Lin Weimin's face.

It seems that the ratings of "The Story of a Female Doctor" in Xiangjiang should not be wrong.

After dinner, go back to the hotel for a sleep, and then board the plane again.

After a few more hours of tossing, the plane finally landed at the Capital Airport.

Stepping on the land of Yanjing again, Lin Weimin felt a long-lost kindness in his heart.

Before he knew it, the city of Yanjing had become a place like home in his heart.

It's a pity that Mr. Lin's excitement of returning home as a wanderer hadn't been released before he was awakened by the cold reality.

"Comrade, there's no need to check them one by one, right? These are all literature and art books, nothing sensitive." Lin Weimin said helplessly to the customs officers.

Lin Weimin was very helpless. Last time he went to Xiangjiang, he brought back very few books. When he cleared the customs, he just flipped through a few books and passed.

It’s different this time when I come back from New York. There are hundreds of books, and the workload of customs comrades is quite heavy!

Fortunately, they are also flexible in handling things, and they directly transferred seven or eight people to speed up the efficiency.

"Open this box and have a look!"

Lin Weimin opened the box, revealing the white casing of the machine.

"what is this?"

"Comrade, this is a laptop, for office use."

"Laptop?" The customs officer looked at the shell of Toshiba T1000.

"It's a portable microcomputer." Lin Weimin explained.

Microcomputers, or computers, have of course been seen by customs officers, but they are very unfamiliar with the laptops that were just launched last year.

The customs officers checked the notebook for a while, and seeing that there was nothing special, they asked Lin Weimin to pretend to go back.

After being stuck at the airport for more than two hours, Lin Weimin finally cleared the customs smoothly.

Then he had to face another problem, how to bring so much luggage home.

Mr. Lin had an idea, spoke authentic New York accent English, and summoned two Crown taxis.

The driver saw it, Yo!Returned overseas Chinese!
Bel was enthusiastic and helped Lin Weimin load everything into the car without saying a word.

When we arrived at Shichahai Courtyard, the driver enthusiastically moved all the things down.

Lin Weimin happily paid the fare, "Master, thank you!"

After speaking, he entered the yard.

The two taxi drivers held their tickets and looked at Lin Weimin's back with mixed emotions in their hearts.

You Yanjing local turtle, why are you pretending to be a returned overseas Chinese?
he~tui!

　The seedlings of the same group: "Back to 79 Years: From Trash Collector to World Tycoon", the style of writing is old-fashioned.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)