1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 51 "Distant Mountain Town"

The talented Mr. Wan also had to face the exhaustion of his talents after entering middle age, so when he saw Lin Weimin distracted by making money, he would speak out to persuade him.

It's just that he doesn't know that Lin Weimin doesn't have the ambition to become famous and start a family, and his talent doesn't depend on his own head, but on the inexhaustible materials for future generations.

After being taught by Mr. Wan, Lin Weimin felt a little embarrassed, but fortunately, the old man knew how to slap a sweet date.

"Here." Mr. Wan took out a few tickets from the desk drawer.

"Teacher, this is..."

"The ticket for Renyi is considered a benefit for you as a teacher." Mr. Wan explained.

Arts?

Lin Weimin immediately thought that his teacher still had the title of director of Yanjing People's Art Theater on his head.

Mr. Wan was the first president of Renyi Art, and after the reform and opening up, he was re-appointed by the higher authorities to return to the position of president.

Lin Weimin didn't even play, and took the ticket, "Thank you teacher!"

Mr. Wan said: "These plays are the signatures of Renyi, so study hard."

"do not worry."

When the two were chatting, Lin Weimin heard the sound of the door opening outside, and listening to the sound of talking, it should be that Wan Fang had returned, so Lin Weimin got up and said goodbye.

Seeing Wan Fang when he came out of the study, Lin Weimin called his senior sister, Wan Fang smiled and nodded. She is now working as a playwright at the Central Opera House.

"Teacher, teacher's wife, senior sister, then I will go first."

"Go."

The next day, Lin Weimin had nothing to do and went to No. 166 Chaonei Street again. This time he came to play with Lu Yao.

It's a pity that Lu Yao's scalp is numb when he is revising the manuscript, and he has no interest at all.

Lin Weimin didn't want to just go back, so he wandered around the "guest house".

It is said to be a guest house, but it is actually a temporary dormitory set up by the Guowen Society to accommodate writers who come to revise their manuscripts from other places. It is on the second floor like the editorial department, and it is only ten steps away from the right turn.

Lin Weimin is a familiar person, and after walking around for a while, he chatted with several writers, and their chatter and laughter could be heard from half of the second floor.

I don't know if it was because the noise was so loud that it alarmed the editors in the editorial department. Lin Weimin was chatting vigorously when a head came in at the door of the dormitory.

"I said who has such a loud voice? What are you doing here?" It was Rong Shihui who came.

"Editor Rong, I'm here to play with Lu Yao and chat with everyone."

Rong Shihui saw Lin Weimin and a few people chatting about the mountains together, the atmosphere was very happy, and angrily scolded: "Have you finished editing the manuscript?"

The others fell silent for a moment.

Lin Weimin saw it and thought, well, don't be an eyesore here, so he was going to run to the office of the editorial department.

After he left, Rong Shihui couldn't help admonishing him: "You guys, don't always think about playing with others, and don't look at how long they take to write an article, how long does it take you to write an article? I spent all my time and energy on revising the manuscript, so why do I need to ramble on like this every day?"

The biggest writer in the dormitory was only in his early 30s, and Rong Shihui scolded them with no pressure.

After he left, several people couldn't help wondering why the editor didn't let them play with Lin Weimin, so they approached Lu Yao.

Lu Yao said quietly: "Why can it be, I'm afraid it will delay your business."

"What do you mean?" Several people asked cutely with big eyes.

"What are you here for?"

"Revise the draft!"

"Lin Weimin has never revised the manuscript."

"Ah..." Several people were surprised.

"I wrote a 20-word novel in less than a month."

"Ah ah ah..."

Several people didn't close their mouths, and they understood Rong Bian's painstaking efforts in an instant.

Playing with this guy doesn't mean that he is born to play around the back of the first ass of the class all day long, foolishly thinking that he is as ignorant as himself, but he doesn't know that he is a contestant who can pass the double hundred exam with his eyes closed .

On the other side, Lin Weimin originally planned to go to the editorial office for a stroll, but he didn't want to run into a familiar face on the way.

"Why are you here?"

Gu Hua carried her luggage on her back, "Why can't I be here?"

"You boy, speak well."

Gu Hua laughed, with a bit of smugness on her face, "I wrote a manuscript in my hometown, and brought it to the editor when I came back. I didn't expect that people would let me live here to revise the manuscript."

"It turned out to be like this. Why didn't you go back to the dormitory?"

"I'm in a hurry, I just want the editor to see if my manuscript is okay..." Gu Hua briefly described what happened.

It turned out that before the school holiday, he had already created a lot of texts sporadically, and he had spoken to Lin Weimin and the others before.After staying in my hometown for almost a month, I wrote more than [-] words in the manuscript of the novel, and completed three-quarters of it. I really couldn't wait any longer, so I took the car back to Yanjing overnight.

He usually finds the editorial department as a reckless man, but fortunately he is a little famous now, the editor really read the manuscript face to face, and decided to let him stay and revise it on the spot.

When Lin Weimin heard the name "Distant Mountain Town", he immediately realized that this should be the first draft of "Furong Town".

After helping Gu Hua put his luggage into the dormitory, Lin Weimin began to care about his novel.

Seeing that Lin Weimin wanted to read the manuscript, he was a little embarrassed, "The editor picked up a lot of questions just now, and I will show it to you when I go back and revise it and finish writing it."

"That will do."

Lin Weimin had seen the movie "Furong Town" before, and the plot of the novel was not much different. He wanted the manuscript purely out of curiosity.

Gu Hua said that he planned to live here before the start of school, so it would be convenient for him to revise the manuscript.

Lin Weimin knew that the story of "Furong Town" had cost him a lot of effort, and he had conceived it for a long time. He had told this story to his classmates more than once in the institute before.

During the holiday, I was lonely for a long time. When I suddenly saw an acquaintance, Lin Weimin had a sudden idea: "Today I will live here too."

"Why do you live here? You don't change the manuscript."

"You don't care if I change the manuscript or not."

Lin Weimin went directly to another room to borrow a mat and pillow, and lived in Gu Hua's dormitory.

"I said you..." Gu Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When it was time to get off work, Lin Weimin and Gu Hua went to the cafeteria to have a meal, and saw Rong Shihui who was about to leave.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'll stay here tonight, to accompany Lao Gu."

Rong Shihui frowned instinctively, why did he feel more and more that he had brought a disaster to "Contemporary"?

After dinner, return to the dormitory.

The weather was sweltering, Lin Weimin looked out the window and felt that the wind was a bit cool.

"It looks like it's going to rain."

There was no outsider in the dormitory, and Gu Hua, with her arms bare, brewed a pot of bitter tea brought from her hometown.

"It's raining, cool off!"

Just 2 minutes after I finished speaking, there were lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Both of them were a little excited, Gu Hua stopped thinking about writing right now, moved a chair, and sat by the window with Lin Weimin.

While admiring the heavy rain outside, we drank tea and had a long talk.

(End of this chapter)