1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 50 Teachers and Students
The impact on Mr. Wan in the past few years was great. After 77, the earth recovered and Vientiane was renewed, and his situation improved a lot.

But now, after all, he is a person who is over seventy years old, and his energy and enthusiasm are far less than when he was young. He is busy with receptions, visits, and meetings every day. This visit is to the United States. After returning, he took a rest for two days before letting his daughter Wan Fang to inform Lin Weimin came to meet him.

He and Lin Weimin talked for more than ten minutes in the study, mainly because he asked Lin Weimin about some trivial matters in his work and life. Lin Weimin said that he just listened quietly.

Hearing Lin Weimin talk about his desire to join the editorial department of Contemporary, Mr. Wan asked, "Why would you want to join there? Wouldn't it be good to be a full-time writer?"

"Teacher, I don't have such good qualifications. After studying in the Institute of Literature, if there is no suitable job, I have to go back to the countryside first, and then go back to my hometown, and find a way to get the street to arrange a job."

"So that's the case." Wan nodded and didn't say anything more.

At this time Li Yuru knocked on the door, "Let's eat."

Being able to eat at home represents a kind of recognition, Lin Weimin stood up happily.

The dishes on the table are one meat and two vegetables, and they taste very good.

After finishing the meal, Lin Weimin took the initiative to grab the plate, "Master, let me clean up."

"No, it's all my business, you talk about yours."

Her attitude was very firm, and Lin Weimin didn't insist anymore.

Back in the study, Mr. Wan gave him a book list.

"Read these books when you have time when you go back. If there are new works, please show them to me."

"Okay, teacher."

After talking about this, Lin Weimin knew it was time to say goodbye.

When he came out of Mr. Wan's house, it was completely dark outside. He looked back at the "Shangshu Building" hidden in the darkness.

Fate is really a wonderful thing, I inexplicably traveled to the 80s, got lucky and entered the Institute of Literature, and now I have become Wan Jiabao's disciple.

Even if the old man was just because of the face of the Institute of Literature, the old man did not deny his "teacher" after all.

With just these two words, even if I don't accomplish anything in the future, with the signboard of "disciple of Wan Jiabao", I can make a fortune in the system.

Lin Weimin was full of gratitude to the Institute of Literature and Mr. Wan.

On the day agreed with Ma Kemeng, Lin Weimin went to Yenching University.

The manuscript of "Knives Out" by Mark Meng has almost been revised, but there are still some flaws. Lin Weimin and Mark Meng spent two days in the dormitory to revise the manuscript, and then sent it out in the name of Mark Dream.

"Hope everything goes well!"

Mark Meng talked to himself after sending out the manuscript.

Lin Weimin patted him, "Old Ma, don't put so much pressure on yourself, just take this as a beneficial attempt."

Mark Meng smiled wryly and shook his head, "Wei Min, you really have a big heart."

The manuscript fee for the publication of the novel is not a temptation for Ma Kemeng. Even if it is really published, it will only cost a few hundred dollars to him.

What really excites him is the sense of accomplishment of publishing his work and discovering a potential writer.

The manuscript of "Knife Out of the Sheath" was sent out, which also means that Lin Weimin has been completely uninvolved recently.

He remembered the book list that Mr. Wan gave him, which were all plays by famous Chinese and foreign masters, such as Shakespeare and Tang Xianzu.

I went to several bookstores and managed to buy a few books. It is not easy to get all the books on this list.

Since the bookstore can't buy it, go to the library.

Early this morning, Lin Weimin set off from the eastern suburbs on his bicycle, and it was already around 9 o'clock when he arrived at the Yanjing Library.

When he handed over the book list and finally got a book, another half an hour passed.

Strange to say, he might not even look at the books he bought before crossing in the ashes, but now he reads the books he borrowed with great effort.

To sum it up, I just don't know how to cherish it.

This man, damn|bad!
Almost half a month later, the Literary Research Institute was about to resume school, and Lin Weimin took advantage of this weekend to come to Muxidi in time for dinner.

Mr. Wan pointed at him and said with a smile: "Did you come here just in time for this meal?"

"Teacher, who do you take me for? Look outside. It will be dark in a while. How dangerous it is for a young man like a flower to walk at night at night. I'm completely thinking about your old age." Time."

Mr. Wan was amused by his funnyness. It just so happened that Li Yuru had just prepared the meal. Lin Weimin entered the house and did nothing, and ate the meal first.

After dinner, Lin Weimin and Mr. Wan entered the study.

"How's the book going?"

Lin Weimin reported on his recent reading. Mr. Wan nodded and said, "Don't worry about reading. These books are not for you to read within a limited time, but for you to understand them."

"Teacher, what does it mean to understand?"

Mr. Wan said: "Comprehensive."

Lin Weimin scratched his head, this "integration" is probably more difficult than "reciprocal knowledge", isn't it?
After chatting for a while, Wan frowned when Lin Weimin mentioned that he had written a mystery novel and submitted it to a magazine in the United States.

"Writing still needs to be concentrated, and you can't be a hammer here and a stick here."

"Teacher, I know this. I just want to earn some extra money."

Mr. Wan shot him a sideways look, "You, I can see your utilitarianism from the first time we met."

"You've wronged me by saying that. What are other people's conditions, and what are my conditions? Children have no mothers, it's a long story..."

After being reprimanded by Mr. Wan, Lin Weimin immediately opened his posture to tell the story of the revolutionary family, remembering bitterness and thinking about sweetness.

Wan had known his situation a long time ago, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Okay, don't be joking."

Lin Weimin immediately fell silent, although he was usually foolish, but he still didn't dare to touch the principled issue of the dignity of teachers.

"It's not that you are not allowed to do these things, but I am afraid that you will be distracted. You are still young and don't understand the value of creative energy..." At this point, Mr. Wan's eyes showed a bit of sadness, as if he was looking into the distance time.

Mr. Wan is a model of becoming famous at a young age. He wrote such masterpieces as "Thunderstorm" at the age of 23.

At the age of 25, he made "Sunrise".

At the age of 26, he wrote "The Wilderness".

At the age of 30, he wrote "Yanjing People".

The term "Awesome" is used to demean him, calling him "No. 1 in the history of modern Chinese drama", which is well deserved.

But it is such a great man who produced many classics in his youth, but after the age of 39, he fell into a cycle of exhaustion of talent and ideas, and was considered by the critics to be exhausted.

From the age of 39 to his death, in 47 years, he has never been able to write a work that he is satisfied with and that is recognized by the outside world.

Even before he died, he was still shouting: "I have to write something big before I die, otherwise I won't do it."

(End of this chapter)