1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 466 Do not do to others what you do not want for the people

When the Goncourt Literary Prize was in full swing and had a great impact in China, the itinerary arranged by the Academy of Goncourt for Lin Weimin had ended, and the next one was a reception itinerary, which was in charge of by Gallimard Publishing House.

Of course, people don't pay for nothing.

Signing sessions, dialogues, and university lectures are held almost every day. It takes half a day, and the rest of the time is Lin Weimin's free time.

On this day, the morning lecture was held at the University of Paris [-]. Lin Weimin and several other Goncourt Prize winners were invited to attend. Attention is the most.

After the speeches and dialogues were over, it was a free questioning session for the students.

A black student stood up and asked: "Mr. Lin, I have always been very curious about the novel "The Lover". As a Chinese, why do you have confidence when writing, thinking that you are writing from the perspective of a French girl? Will the written works be recognized by the readers?"

Lin Weimin took the microphone and said with a smile: "I have always believed that novels are not only literary creation, but also a dream. We are the authors and the kings of the world in our writing. This is not about self-confidence, but because this is the world we want to create. .”

His answer was impeccable and full of confidence, and the students applauded spontaneously.

Then another Caucasian girl stood up and asked: "Mr. Lin, I like the novel "The Lover" very much, but this is the only one of your works that has been translated into French. If you have the opportunity, you are willing to try to recreate it." A work about France? I'm looking forward to it."

"If it is not written in French, I would be very happy." Lin Weimin made a joke, and the students below laughed.

He went on to say: "French literature has a unique position in the world literary world. I have read a lot of French literary works. This time I won the Goncourt Literature Prize. This place should be regarded as my blessed land. Of course I hope to try again. Create a work with a French element."

Seeing how he gave face, the female student asked, "Then when?"

Lin Weimin laughed, "It seems that this student is in a hurry, and creation takes time. However, I can tell you a short story to satisfy your curiosity, how about it?"

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, other writers and hosts around him were a little surprised, and the students below made buzzing discussions.

Tell a little story?Could it be the content of the new novel?

The female student asked everyone's feelings, Lin Weimin said: "It's just that I have heard some stories in the past few days, and besides..."

Lin Weimin stretched his hand to the edge of the podium, "My friend Gary Yang is the biggest source of inspiration for this story, thank him!"

Gary Yang looked a little excited when he heard this.

Lin actually conceived a story based on me. Doesn't that mean that in the future, mine can become a prototype character for Goncourt and Nobel Prize-winning works.

Oh my goodness, what a wonderful feeling!
Regardless of Jialiyang's inner activities, everyone present was whetted by Lin Weimin.

Everyone was curious about how the newly promoted Goncourt winner would conceive a story, and more importantly, this story was likely to be the prototype of Lin Weimin's next work.

In the anticipation of everyone present, Lin Weimin gave the host a look, and the host nodded with excitement.

The Goncourt winner tells a live story, which is not for everyone to hear.

What are you afraid of when the lecture ends late?
Anyway, there's nothing wrong with being a college student!
Lin Weimin nodded to the host, then looked at the many students present, and spoke slowly.

"Garyan is a happy young man, how happy is he? I like to describe him this way, he is as happy as a primary school student.

The same as his personality is his appearance, he looks stupid, seems to have endless words every day, and the noise is unbearable, but his heart is kind and optimistic by nature, so it is getting more and more More like a primary school student..."

Lin Weimin spoke at a steady pace, and there was no fancy rhetoric in his mouth. Everyone at the scene entered the scene of the story with his slow and clear words. The fresh story flowed out like a gurgling stream in the mountains. The fascination of people.

The happy story gradually revealed a sad background. When Lin Weimin told the second half, everyone present was worried about the precarious situation of the protagonist Jialiyang's family.

Until the end, Lin Weimin simulated a gunshot with his voice, "Bang!"

The unreal gunshots made many people tremble in fright. They were all in the situation, and the girls who were psychologically vulnerable had already started to cover their faces and cry. Everyone was mourning for the fate of the protagonist Galiyan.

The girl who was still holding the microphone in her hand didn't care about polite questions. She raised the microphone and asked anxiously, "How is Gary Yang? Will he be fine?"

The girl's questioning made Lin Weimin stop, and the story was well told up to this point. Seeing the worried and sad expressions of the students off the court, he immediately felt better.

As a writer, what I like most is to heal readers.

Look at the mental state of these children below, isn't it much better than before?
"Oh. I haven't thought about this question yet, maybe I will know it when I write it."

After Lin Weimin said this lightly, everyone's eyes widened.

If you tell a story like this, has no one scolded you for being devoid of conscience?

The moment he finished speaking, the students below the podium raised their hands in unison, and they had a hundred greetings in their hearts that they wanted to send to Lin Weimin.

It's a pity that Lin Weimin didn't give them this chance, "Storytelling is such a waste of time, now I have to hand over the microphone to the host."

All the students looked at Lin Weimin in disbelief, they had never seen such a brazen person in their life.

The host took the microphone from Lin Weimin and looked at the time. "As expected, the time passed quickly. It is really a pleasure to be able to share creative experiences and insights with several writers. At the same time, I am also very grateful to Mr. Lin for his story. It's a really beautiful story. Of course, it would be perfect if there was an ending."

The complaints from the government made the students laugh, and their aggrieved mood improved a little. It seems that they are not the only ones who are dissatisfied with Lin Weimin.

Today's lecture officially ended, the guests left the venue first under the attention of the students, and Gary Yang followed behind Lin Weimin.

"Lin, is your story really based on me?"

"I think your description is not accurate. Although I am very happy, I am much more handsome than Gary Yang in the story."

"However, I am very satisfied with the wife you arranged for me. Oh, Lin, you are really my bosom friend. This woman is completely to my liking."

"Also, what's my end? I don't want to die so young. You have to describe my heroism, for example, I took the soldier's gun, killed him, and then single-handedly wiped out all the soldiers , and rescued my wife, son and everyone..."

Jialiyan babbled all the way, and didn't calm down until he got in the car.

Lin Weimin couldn't bear his violent bombardment, and couldn't help but angrily said, "Shut up!"

Jiali Yang looked at him ignorantly, "Lin, don't speak so loudly, I can hear you."

"Shut up! If you say one more word, the protagonist of the novel will change his name immediately. Guido, I think Guido is a good name!"

Lin Weimin's threats were very effective, and Jialiyang became quiet instantly.

There was silence in the carriage for a while, Lin Weimin closed his eyes and rested, and Jialiyang observed his expression.

When I was telling a story at the lecture just now, I couldn't help but pretend to be a saint because I saw too many green faces in the audience.

Looking at those young and confused eyes, but also full of thirst for knowledge, which teacher can resist his nature of being a good teacher?

And it's a bad taste for him to use Gary Yang as the protagonist.

The noise of the Gallic chicken can be regarded as a stalk, although Garyyan in the novel is Jewish, it is also a Jewish Gallic chicken.

Well, oranges grow in Huainan, there is nothing wrong with them.

This problem must be corrected in the future, Lin Weimin warned himself in his heart.

At this moment, Jialiyang's weak voice came from the side.

"Lin, when will this story be written?"

Lin Weimin opened his eyes, "Do you think this story is worth writing?"

Garryan nodded hastily, "Of course! This story is great! It's like a fairy tale, as beautiful as crystal, and I don't even want to hear you tell its ending. Lin, promise me, give me a perfect ending, okay? ?”

Lin Weimin smiled kindly at Jiali Yang, "Of course. Jiali Yang, you are the protagonist of the novel, and your ending will sublimate the whole story."

Gary Yang nodded in relief, "That's really great! Thank you, Lin, I've never had the experience of being a hero in a novel! This feeling is awesome!"

He is immersed in the dream of the hero of the novel, and he wants to fly happily.

"You're welcome!" Teacher Lin smiled more kindly.

Back at the hotel in the evening, Lin Weimin received a call from Andre, the editor-in-chief of Gallimard Publishing House. He heard Jiali Yang tell the story that Lin Weimin mentioned today.

"Lin, when will the novel be finished?"

Andre's tone was impatient. This is the latest work of the newly-elected winner of the Goncourt Prize for Literature. If it can be written and published as soon as possible, sales will definitely not be a problem.

He also listened to the story, beauty and cruelty complement each other, this style is the most popular in awards.

"I haven't written it yet!"

"Do you want to stop the activities for the past few days? Create a good creative environment for you?" Andre said the familiar formula.

It's always been Mr. Lin's little black room where he shuts others up. He didn't expect that he would have today.

It is impossible to enter a small black house. Wouldn't it be a loss if a good public travel becomes an unpaid creation?

"Andre, you know that there is no rush to create something like this. I like to brew it for a while."

Hearing Lin Weimin's words, Andre said with some regret: "Well, I'll wait for your good news!"

In the next few days of the itinerary, apart from Jia Liyang who accompanied him every day, Andre would appear from time to time, without speaking, just standing in the corner and staring at Lin Weimin, and only asked at the end of the event: "Have you started writing?" ?"

The so-called Dao is one foot high, the devil is one foot high, the wicked have their own way, and Mr. Lin has met his opponent this time.

He was so stressed by Andre that he had no choice but to write.

"Already writing!"

During the more than half a month in France, Lin Weimin was extremely happy in the first half of the time, and then this happiness came to an abrupt end when Andre stared at him with death.

"Is he always pushing for manuscripts like this?" Lin Weimin felt that he had dug a hole for himself, so distressed, he couldn't help asking Jialiyang sometimes.

Gary Yang shook his head, "Of course not. Andre only does this to those authors who are particularly optimistic. Lin, you should feel honored."

Lin Weimin frowned, this feeling is so familiar!
Forget it, don't care, I'm leaving tomorrow anyway.

Finally, he can escape from Andre's death gaze.

The next day, Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Zou Daishi brought his secretary to see him off. These days, because Lin Weimin won the Goncourt Prize for Literature, he has participated in many activities in France, and has also arranged several exchange activities. It has greatly promoted the cultural exchanges between the two countries, which are all political achievements.

And the noisy Garryan, "Goodbye, Lin, my friend!"

Since Lin Weimin regarded him as the hero of the novel, Lin Weimin has automatically evolved into a best friend in his heart.

After a warm hug, Lin Weimin was planning to push his suitcase to the boarding gate.

"Hey, Lin!" Andre appeared lingeringly, "Fortunately, it's not too late!"

Lin Weimin greeted him with a stiff smile, and then saw Andre handing him the package he was carrying.

"This is all the information I collected for you. Most of it is in English, which you can understand. Some are in French, and you may need to find a translator.

These are some materials from World War II, I believe they will be helpful to your writing. "

Lin Weimin was holding the heavy information book, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Perhaps, in the future, I will have to correct the problem of prompting and revising drafts.

After all, don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself!

(End of this chapter)