1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 475 Stimulate him!
After answering Yu Hua's call, Lin Weimin called Tong Zhonggui and asked about the manuscript.

Tong Zhonggui was still reading the manuscript in Yanjing, where it arrived yesterday.

It was another day before he gave the manuscript to Lin Weimin.

"Shouting in the Drizzle" is Yu Hua's first novel. Yu Hua's works are not well-known, but their influence is not low.

"I stopped pretending to have a lot of friends, but went back to being alone and started living alone with the real me."

Many people who have read Douyin's copywriting in later generations should be familiar with this sentence, which comes from "Shouting in the Drizzle".

This novel does not have a clear plot clue and timeline, interspersed with a large number of flashbacks and interludes, as well as time-space inversion and misplacement.

"I" Sun Guanglin acts as a spectator, watching everything that happened in the family, witnessing the joys and sufferings of this family, not commenting, not expressing emotions, only doing calm and objective narration, just reading a few pages, pioneering style Come on.

After spending a whole day reading the novel, Lin Weimin returned the manuscript to Tong Zhonggui.

"The novel is well written. In principle, it can be published. After you communicate with Yu Hua, you will be responsible for any deletions and revisions. Let me know after the draft is finalized."

"Okay, Mr. Lin."

Tong Zhonggui was a little pleased. Yu Hua is a pioneering novelist with a very prominent style, which is somewhat similar to his style. He is in charge of the manuscript, which is a kind of learning for both of them.

In mid-March, Renyi formed a large team of 30 people and went to France for an exchange performance. Before leaving, they called Lin Weimin to watch the rehearsals of "Farewell My Concubine" and "The Horse Man".

After watching the rehearsal, Lin Weimin saw Feng Yuanzheng in the background. The young man was looking enviously at his colleagues who were about to go abroad.

"What? Want to go abroad too?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Feng Yuanzheng said truthfully, "Who doesn't want to go abroad!"

"I remember the last time "Jiajing and Hai Rui" went to Xiangjiang to perform, didn't you also go with it?"

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, Feng Yuanzheng smiled, "Going to Xiangjiang is not considered going abroad."

"The consciousness is quite high." Lin Weimin boasted, and then said: "That can be regarded as going out. How many people in your courtyard have never gone out!"

Listening to Lin Weimin's words, Feng Yuanzheng had a look of struggle on his face, and hesitated for a long time, "Mr. Lin, can you talk to our dean?"

"say what?"

"Professor Mersin invited me to go to Germany to take her acting class. She was very optimistic about me, but the courtyard did not agree and withheld Professor Mersin's invitation letter."

Merthin is a professor at the Higher Academy of Arts in West Berlin. He was invited by Renyi to give lectures in Renyi two years ago.

Her major is the Grotowski genre, which is different from the mainstream performance system of Stanislavsky and Brecht, and she met Lin Zhaohua when he went to Europe for exchange visits.

Feng Yuanzheng was admitted to the human arts class in 85, and attended Mersin's class. Because of his excellent performance, Mersin liked him very much and invited him to study in Germany many times.

After understanding the situation, Lin Weimin frowned and asked, "How do you know?"

"There is no impenetrable wall in the world. This is not the first time the courtyard has withheld invitation letters." Feng Yuanzheng couldn't help but feel a little bit of resentment when he said this.

For young people, it is of course a good thing to be able to study abroad, especially in the 80s, it is something that most people can only dream of.

Renyi withheld Feng Yuanzheng's invitation letter, which is tantamount to cutting off his way to study abroad. It is normal for a bit of resentment to be invited by the tutor.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Weimin asked, "You want to study abroad, do you plan to come back in the future?"

Feng Yuanzheng hesitated and said, "Go back... let's go!"

"Ask me to help, and you still don't tell the truth?" Lin Weimin pretended to be unhappy.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Feng Yuanzheng was a little panicked, and said, "Let me tell you the truth. My girlfriend is old, and I promised to get married. I just wanted to change my environment. I haven't thought about it so much. It’s hard to say, maybe... Maybe I really won’t come back!”

Lin Weimin nodded and asked, "If you want me to intercede for you, I have to tell your dean that way. I said that Xiao Feng's study abroad is for further study, and he has to come back to continue acting in Renyi after studying. What's the matter?" It can also be regarded as cultivating talents for human art. I said, can you do it?"

Feng Yuanzheng hesitated, thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "I dare not promise you."

Lin Weimin praised: "He is an honest person."

He said again: "Well, let's ask Professor Mersin to send you another invitation letter, this time directly to your home. It's actually not complicated at the unit. Talk to the leader and it won't be embarrassing." your."

Feng Yuanzheng asked: "How do you know you won't embarrass me? The courtyard has withheld my invitation letter before."

Lin Weimin smiled, "Isn't the invitation in your hands now?"

Only then did Feng Yuanzheng suddenly realize that there was a smirk on his face. He was really blind and didn't even think about such a simple question. He just needed to ask Professor Mersin to ask for another invitation letter.

At that time, with the invitation letter in hand, there is nothing the courtyard can do if they disagree.

The reason why he was distressed before was entirely because he fell into a fixed mindset.

The invitation letter was mailed to the courtyard, but the courtyard withheld it, so I couldn’t get the invitation letter and couldn’t go to Germany.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, thank you, I understand!" Feng Yuanzheng kept thanking Lin Weimin.

"Don't tell your dean that I gave you the idea." Lin Weimin joked.

Feng Yuanzheng quickly said: "No, no."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Just kidding, it doesn't matter if Lao Yu knows it. You went to Germany for further studies, and when you come back, it means that you have strengthened your strength in human art."

"But...how did you know I would come back?" Feng Yuanzheng couldn't help asking.

These days, there are too many people who study abroad and then stay abroad, 100 out of 95 people do so.

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "What you learn is acting. If you stay in Germany, the roles you can get are only marginal minority roles, and even such roles are pitifully rare.

Or, one day a German asked you, you are Chinese, why do you want to act in Germany?How should you answer? "

Feng Yuanzheng was speechless. He thought for a long time, but couldn't find a reason to refute.

This principle is actually the same for those domestic stars who went to the United States to break into Hollywood in this era, but this group of people still can't figure out such a simple truth.

"do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Feng Yuanzheng nodded, "You are right."

Lin Weimin smiled, patted Feng Yuanzheng on the shoulder again, and left Renyi.

On the weekend, Lin Weimin asked Cheng Zaochun to visit the border office.

In the car, Cheng Zaochun couldn't help complaining, "Your set of flattering people is really good at it, and it's only focused on retired old men and old ladies."

"When you retire, I will do the same to you."

One sentence made Cheng Zaochun so tired that he wanted to give him two big pussies.

When the two arrived at the frontier office's house, the old comrade was really happy, he relieved his burden, and everyone talked more casually.

This time the border agency retired, and two comrades also retired from the same group.That is to say, in the recent period of time, three leaders at the Shangshu level will take up the new post at the same time, including Zheng Guo's father.

Condolences to the sensitive and fragile heart of the retired old comrades, and returning to work the next day, Lin Weimin saw the long-lost Mo Yan.

Yu Hua graduated from the writer's class of the National Academy of Letters and returned to Zhijiang, but Mo Yan's life in the writer's class has just begun, and there is still a year and a half to go.

This time he came to the editorial department of "Contemporary" to bring his latest work "Song of Garlic Sprouts in Paradise".

Lin Weimin flipped through the manuscript and asked curiously: "When we met a few months ago, I didn't hear that you started writing. Why did you write a new novel after returning to your hometown for a year?"

"It was written when I went home for the New Year!" Mo Yan said with an angry expression.

Last year, the National Academy of Arts had a winter vacation, and Mo Yan went back to his hometown for the Spring Festival. When he happened to visit an old friend, he saw a report published in the Dazhong Daily in the east of Ludong at his home.

The content of the report is about the garlic incident in Cangshan County, which shocked the whole country.

After Mo Yan finished reading the newspaper, he returned home and thought about it. He felt righteous indignation in his heart, so he wrote vigorously and spent 35 days to create this novel full of righteous indignation.

After Mo Yan explained the specific situation, he still said angrily: "Mr. Lin, you must publish this novel no matter what."

"Okay, let's send it!"

What Lin Weimin said casually made Mo Yan look at him in surprise.

Mo Yan said that Lin Weimin was asked to publish the novel no matter what, because of the indignation in his heart, but he really didn't expect Lin Weimin to agree to publish without even reading the novel.

"No review?" Mo Yan couldn't help asking.

Lin Weimin said again: "Then go to trial!"

Ok?
Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin suspiciously. He just thought that Mr. Lin was too unprincipled, but suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he froze there.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Yan came back to his senses, seeing Lin Weimin looking at him calmly, Mo Yan showed a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Lin!"

"Sorry for what?"

Mo Yan stared at Lin Weimin, "You used to say that writers should have the ability to jump out of their works and keep a distance from politics, but I haven't done that."

Lin Weimin nodded in relief and said, "It's best if you can understand this truth."

He weighed the manuscript in his hand and said, "There is only one criterion for judging whether a novel can be published, and that is whether the work can touch people's hearts. It has nothing to do with your emotions, creative purpose, or source of subject matter."

At this moment, Mo Yan wanted to understand this truth, and his emotions calmed down, "I understand."

Lin Weimin stopped talking to Mo Yan, and concentrated on reading the manuscript, while Mo Yan sat quietly drinking tea, and picked up the books on the office shelf.

The morning passed in a flash, Lin Weimin twisted his stiff neck, and raised his head from the manuscript.

Mo Yan was disturbed by his movements, and put down the book in his hand, "Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

"Surging and surging, full of power!" Lin Weimin praised without hesitation.

Mo Yan's anxiety disappeared when he heard his praise, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were so narrow that he could hardly see.

"Song of Garlic Sprouts in Heaven" should be Mo Yan's first novel in the strict sense. "Red Sorghum" is said to be a novel, but it is actually a collection of five novellas. It is too long to call it a novel. a little.

This novel, based on real events, was created in a very short period of time and is full of emotional tension. Through the words, you can feel Mo Yan's inner anger when he created this novel.

"Then... is it okay to publish?" Mo Yan asked expectantly.

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "Of course there is no problem, but..."

"But what?" Mo Yan's heart became uneasy again.

"This novel is too realistic, and its style is too rough. It is very different from your previous style. I'm afraid you should be prepared to be scolded!" Lin Weimin said.

Mo Yan's heart was relieved, "As long as you can say it, you can scold me whatever you want."

Lin Weimin can naturally see that Mo Yan's writing this novel is a bit pleading for the people.

Once this sense of mission and honor is on the body, gods will block and kill gods, and Buddhas will block and kill Buddhas, and Lin Weimin will not be able to stop him when he comes.

"Okay, don't make it look like you are about to go to the execution ground. If you have the energy, revise the novel carefully!" Lin Weimin handed the manuscript to Mo Yan, "It's a good thing to write a novel in one go and full of emotions. But it's too hasty to write. , Many sentences are too rough, and the rhetoric is also very problematic, it takes some time to revise and revise."

Mo Yan took the manuscript, "No problem, I'll go back and revise the manuscript."

After Mo Yan left, Lin Weimin called Yu Hua.

There is no other purpose, just to tell him that Mo Yan has written another novel, to stimulate him!
(End of this chapter)