1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 47
Lin Weimin did not directly answer Tan Chaoyang's question.

"Our classmate in Wenshuo is named Shen Yuezhong. He has been writing since the 60s. When writing things in the past few years was dreadful, he could always write something he was satisfied with in the cracks. Now, everything is let go. , but could not write. He said that he is now like a net with a very thin mesh. If you hit the net, no matter what you hit, it will slip through the mesh.

Director Qin, Shen Yuezhong's situation is called the exhaustion of Jiang Lang's talents in the old saying, but in fact, his writing skills are still online.The most fundamental reason for his situation is that he only writes one type of thing all the year round, and once he is allowed to write, he doesn't know what to write. "

Qin Zhaoyang asked back: "A writer can only write one type of thing, so it's not necessarily a disadvantage, right?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Of course it is not a bad thing for a writer to specialize in one genre and style of writing, but it is not a good thing for the literary world. As editors, we should find ways to avoid this situation. We must know that 'outstanding talent is not spring,'" Lin Weimin nodded. Hundreds of flowers bloom together and the garden is full of spring'."

"Well said."

Lin Weimin added: "Innovative spirit and keeping pace with the times, such words should not just be slogans for social development, but should also be the direction of our literary creation. We must guard against some people's introduction of literature in the direction of the minority, the high and the few. , and now there are signs of this, to indulge in meaning and ideas is to ignore literature itself.”

"That's why you wrote "The Death of Yula"?" Tan Chaoyang asked suddenly.

""The Death of Yura" is just a coincidence, just at the right time."

"But I have to admit that the appearance of "Yula's Death" opened a precedent for the creation of magical realism in China." Tan Chaoyang also praised.

Lin Weimin saw that the building was getting more and more crooked, so he said, "Director Qin, what I said just now is a family story, don't laugh at me."

Qin Chaoyang waved his hand, "How come? What you said makes sense."

After Qin Chaoyang praised him, he pondered for a moment, and said, "The club is still considering your matter, and I have a question to ask you."

Lin Weimin suppressed the excitement in his heart, "Say it."

"How did you come to our agency as an editor?"

Lin Weimin smiled embarrassedly, "To tell you the truth, I'm a vagrant now, and it's a rare opportunity to come to the Institute of Literature to study this time. I'm fortunate to have met several editors of "Contemporary". I am particularly interested in this job. I think writing and editing complement each other, and teaching is mutually beneficial. If I can do this job, I believe it will be beneficial to my personal creation.”

"Understood." Tan Chaoyang nodded slightly, and said after a few seconds: "Let's wait for work."

"Thank you, Director Qin." Lin Weimin understood that it was time for him to leave, "Then I'll go first."

Back in the editorial department, Rong Shihui asked Lin Weimin, "How is it?"

"I don't know, it looks like an investigation."

Rong Shihui asked: "So it passed smoothly?"

"I dare not say that."

"It's written on your face."

Lin Weimin laughed.

The two chatted for a while, and Lin Weimin was about to stand up and leave.

At this time, the fat middle-aged man who was sitting next to Zhu Changsheng's station got up and left. After he left, Zhu Changsheng walked over and said to Rong Shihui with a wry smile, "This Lu Yao is really too cool!"

"A talented person always has a bit of a temper." Rong Shihui said.

Ok?
Lin Weimin turned his head and looked at the disappearing figure at the door, Lu Yao?

Is it the Lu Yao he knows?

This name seems to have a very low rate of duplication, and it was encountered in the editorial department of "Contemporary", so it should not be wrong.

I really didn't expect that this ordinary little fat man was actually Lu Yao.

At this time, Lu Yao hadn't published his famous work "Life", only published some short stories with little influence, and worked as an editor in "Yanhe" magazine.

When the two were talking, Lin Weimin stood up and said goodbye.

Coming out of the red brick building, Lin Weimin happened to see Lu Yao walking up and down on the basketball court alone with his head sullen.

"Brother!" Lin Weimin called out.

Lu Yao raised his head. He wore a pair of brown glasses and looked at Lin Weimin with doubts in his eyes.

"What a coincidence, this is the second time we have met, right?"

Lu Yao had an impression of Lin Weimin, Lin Weimin took the initiative to talk to him, and he nodded: "Yes, hello."

"Hello, I'm Lin Weimin!" Lin Weimin held out his hand to Lu Yao.

Lu Yao held his hand, and asked with some uncertainty, "The author of "The Death of Yula"?"

"Yes." Lin Weimin smiled.

"Your writing is really good."

"I won the award, I won the award. What's the matter with you so sullen?"

"Hi, it's nothing, the manuscript revision didn't go well."

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "What am I supposed to do? Don't worry, just change it slowly! By the way, you live here?"

"Correct."

No. 166, Chaonei Street, the most indispensable thing in this courtyard is the author who comes to write on secondment or to revise the manuscript.

"I'm happy to meet a new friend today. It happens to be noon. Let's go for a walk and have a meal together."

"no need."

"It's okay, what are you being polite about, we are all friends."

Completely ignoring Lu Yao's refusal, Lin Weimin pulled him away, this extraordinarily enthusiastic Lu Yao was at a loss for a moment.

The two chatted during the meal, and Lin Weimin found out that Lu Yao came this time to revise the work "A Thrilling Scene".

"I have submitted this novel to several publications, and "Contemporary" is the last time I tried. Fortunately, they all think it is very good, but the manuscript needs to be revised, which is a headache."

"A work is incomplete without revision." Lin Weimin said jokingly.

"Then have you revised the manuscript?" Lu Yao asked.

"This……"

Lin Weimin hesitated. It is true that manuscripts are rejected, but it seems that there is no experience of revising manuscripts.

His reaction immediately made Lu Yao feel shocked, dare you stand and talk without back pain!

"Don't worry about these details." Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "At your level, it's definitely no problem to publish."

Lin Weimin spoke like a magic stick, and Lu Yao felt that he was more confident than himself as the client.

"Lend your auspicious words."

"Trust me, it's fine!"

After dinner, Lin Weimin said, "I usually edit manuscripts by myself. If you get bored, come and play with me at the Institute of Literature. We just happen to be on vacation now."

When the two were chatting just now, Lu Yao had already learned that Lin Weimin was studying at the Literary Research Institute, "Okay, I will definitely pass when I have time. I am also curious about your Literary Research Institute."

After saying goodbye, Lu Yao looked at Lin Weimin's back and couldn't help sighing.

Young and talented, this kind of life is really enviable!

(End of this chapter)