1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 41 "Contemporary" Editorial Department
No. 166 Chaonei Street, the red brick building in the backyard of the National Literature Publishing House.

Occasionally, shouts of basketball could be heard from the basketball court, and Lin Weimin stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

A cover torn from a magazine was pasted on the wall of the office door of the editorial department. It looked very simple, but it revealed incomparable confidence.

Lin Weimin knocked on the door of the editorial department, waited for two seconds, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Rongbian!"

"Yo, Weimin is here?"

When Rong Shihui saw Lin Weimin, he got up enthusiastically and poured him a cup of tea.

The last time Lin Weimin came after get off work, there were only two people in the office including Rong Shihui.

This time at noon, the office was full of people.

Rong Shihui pulled him to introduce everyone: "Everyone, this is Lin Weimin, the author of "The Death of Yula."

He introduced to Lin Weimin: "This is Zhu Changsheng, He Qizhi, Liu Yin and Xiao Yao."

Including Lin Weimin, there are seven people in the office, five editors, and four of them have names. When it comes to the last young man, he is ignored because he doesn't even have a name.

Young people have no human rights, so Lin Weimin would never be self-effacing and call him Xiaolin, which is too disadvantageous.

Lin Weimin's "The Death of Yula" was published in the last issue of "Contemporary", and everyone had read his manuscript before it went to press. The style is unique and unforgettable.

Liu Yin, who is nearly thirty years old, has an outstanding temperament. She joked with a smile: "I really didn't expect that "The Death of Yula" was written by such a handsome young man."

"Liu Bian, you are overrated."

"I'm not flattering you. Didn't the old Xie in front of the building still praise you in "Reading"? Compared with him, I am nothing."

Her words made everyone present laugh. Xie Mingqing is the deputy group leader of the northern fiction group of "People's Literature". He works in the same yard as "Contemporary" and is very familiar with him. Everyone has read the book reviews he published on "Reading". up.

Rong Shihui nodded and said: "The novel Weimin, whether it is the comrades in our editorial department or the feedback from the readers, is generally very good. It is normal for Lao Xie to praise a few more words."

After exchanging pleasantries, Rong Shihui pulled Lin Weimin back to his desk. When passing by the chubby middle-aged man sitting at Zhu Changsheng's desk, Lin Weimin felt a little familiar. Everyone introduced him just now, but this one hadn't. .

"Did you finish writing the manuscript this time?" Rong Shihui asked him.

Lin Weimin turned his head, "Yes, it's finished, why don't I bring it here for you to have a look at, and help me give some advice."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of manuscripts from his bag.

Rong Shihui took the manuscript and saw a stack of manuscript paper in his bag, "These are..."

"It's the collective writing that Mr. Zhang talked to you about before. Several students in our class have also finished it. If it's convenient, please show me." Lin Weimin took out the manuscript, which is also the purpose of his visit today. one.

Rong Shihui laughed, "Your idea, not only me, but even the people in our editorial department find it very interesting, and want to see it quickly!"

Then he raised his voice and said: "Come, come, everyone, Weimin brought all the manuscripts they wrote together, everyone, let's take a look."

When he said this, several editors in the office swarmed up, and the pile of manuscripts on Rong Shihui's desk suddenly became delicious, and was divided up in less than 2 minutes.

Lin Weimin's manuscript is still in Rong Shihui's hands. He is Lin Weimin's editor in charge, so he is naturally the first to read the manuscript.

He first glanced at the content of the manuscript. With his rich experience, he could tell that the level of the manuscript was online, and it was completely different from the "Latent" published on "Zhongshan" before. The writing was very cold.

"Same story, two styles!" he said.

Lin Weimin said: "Yes, we can't make them too similar, so the style changes a lot."

Rong Shihui shook his head and laughed, "You boy, this is a show of skill!"

Lin Weimin hurriedly clarified, "Don't say that, at most it's just cheating on the manuscript fee."

Rong Shihui glared at him immediately, and then couldn't help laughing, "It's because you can speak so confidently?"

"I scratched my head and coded it word by word. It's the fruit of serious labor. Of course I'm confident."

"Okay, okay, don't be poor, I know you are amazing."

"No, no, it's all because of Rongbian's training."

"The more you talk, the more you breathe!"

After teasing a few words, Lin Weimin talked about the biggest purpose of his visit this time.

"Editor Rong, I actually have something to do this time."

"what's up?"

Lin Weimin pointed to the manuscripts in his hand, "I brought a lot of manuscripts with me today, and I may send some more after I finish writing them. I would like to ask you to see if I can use these manuscripts as the basis to produce a album?"

"Album?"

Rong Shihui looked at the manuscript in his hand, then at Lin Weimin, "You really dare to think about it!"

"Isn't this asking you?"

People are used, titles have changed, and you have become "you".

Rong Shihui was keenly aware of this kid's cunning, and he asked back: "Why do you think you can release an album?"

Lin Weimin picked up the magazine on the table. This was the just-published "Contemporary", the second issue of this year, and he flipped through the contents.

"Editor Rong, take a look at our magazine, full-length, medium-length, short-story, documentary, talk...the columns are so complete!

But there is one problem, that is, no album has been released since its inception. It is a pity that such a big magazine.

Look at the works of our classmates, there are long novels, medium-length novels, and short stories. We have many works, and you can choose any works you want.I have already thought of the title of the album for you, it is called "Tell a Story".

After 23 years of closure, our Institute of Literature resumed its operation, and the fifth batch of students collectively created with the same core.What do you think of this gimmick? "

Lin Weimin finished his thoughts in one breath, and stared at Rong Shihui with burning eyes.

Rong Shihui pondered Lin Weimin's words in his heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that what this kid said was indeed very tempting.

"But a magazine is all about one theme, or even one core, which is too monotonous."

When Lin Weimin heard this, he knew something.

"Editor Rong, you're thinking about it. Our album is strange because of this matter. You should also know, which literature lover who reads magazines doesn't have any literary dreams in his heart? But most of them are because of lack of writing. Training, I don't even know how to write.

This album of ours is just an opportunity for everyone to practice writing.

With the same theme and the same core, dozens of writers with profound writing skills have shown you how to write novels over and over again.

Isn't this the best writing exercise ever?On a larger scale, such an approach can completely inspire those newcomers with potential creative ability. As long as they are willing to write and try, they will not embark on the road of writing in the future and become an excellent writer.

Do you think it makes sense? "

(End of this chapter)