1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 540 Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease

In the first month, the flavor of the year is still strong before the fifteenth day.

On the day of the fifteenth day, Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin came to the paint alley, planning to have a lively meal and celebrate the Lantern Festival.

Today is the holiday, but Han Zhuangzhuang is not here.

"Benming Year" directed by Xie Fei was shortlisted for the main competition unit of this year's Berlin International Film Festival. A few days ago, Han Zhuangzhuang flew to Berlin with director Xie Fei.

In 87, Zhang Yimou won the Golden Bear Award at the Berlin Film Festival with "Red Sorghum", which injected a shot in the arm for the domestic film industry, and became a well-known happy event throughout the country, making Zhang Yimou popular as a great director.

This time, Chinese films were once again shortlisted for the main competition unit, which naturally attracted the attention of many media and film-loving audiences.

The Berlin Film Festival should be regarded as a blessed place for Chinese films, after all, the first worldwide authoritative award won by the Chinese film industry is here.

Yesterday was the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, February 2th in the Western calendar, and the Berlin Film Festival had just concluded. Good news came.

Director Xie Fei won the Silver Bear Award at this year's Berlin International Film Festival for his "Ben Ming Year".

The highest award of the Berlin Film Festival is the Golden Bear, which is equivalent to the best film at the Academy Awards, and the Silver Bear is the second only to the Golden Bear, representing the best director award.

Although it is slightly worse than Zhang Yimou's Golden Bear Award, this is also a rare award. At least before Zhang Yimou, Chinese filmmakers have not won this level of award before.

The news of the award came out last night. Early this morning, domestic public opinion was boiling, and many authoritative media reported the news.

This time, Xie Fei can be regarded as rectifying the name of the fourth-generation directors who have wasted half their lives. Your fifth generation has Zhang Yimou, and our fourth generation is not bad.

"Benming Year" won the Silver Bear Award at the Berlin Film Festival, and the director who gained the most is naturally Xie Fei.

Apart from the director Xie Fei, the actor who has benefited the most is Han Zhuangzhuang.

In 87, "Red Sorghum" detonated Berlin and won the highest award, the Golden Bear Award. Han Zhuangzhuang and Gong Li, two film newcomers, showed their faces in front of the media all over the world as the male and female protagonists.

After "Red Sorghum", Gong Li first starred in "The Last Emperor", earned a reputation at the Oscars, then starred in a Hollywood movie, and recently returned to Zhang Yimou's movie, and has become an internationally popular movie star.

As the leading actors of "Red Sorghum", Han Zhuangzhuang and Gong Li's choices are completely different.

After "Red Sorghum", Han Zhuangzhuang chose An Xin to act in Renyi. During this period, many directors and scripts approached him, but Han Zhuangzhuang rejected them all. He kept in mind Lin Weimin's advice that he should focus on acting, and waited until Xie Fei approached him. Acted in "Ben Ming Nian".

This time "Benming Year" won the award again, and Han Zhuangzhuang is the leading actor again.

After three years of silence, he once again left his own mark at the Berlin Film Festival, and also consolidated his popularity in the world film industry, and his domestic reputation is even more prosperous.

Han Zhuangzhuang competed in the Berlin Film Festival. When the good news came, the whole family cheered, and the atmosphere at home was full of joy.

Han Dingbang and Yin Geli cooked a table of sumptuous dishes, and everyone sat together, eating and chatting.

While chatting, Han Dingbang suddenly asked: "Weimin, you and Huimin have been married for almost a year, right?"

Lin Weimin suddenly had an ominous premonition, the tone was a bit familiar!
"almost."

"You are not young anymore. After this year, you will be thirty, and you will be thirty-one."

When Han Dingbang said this, Lin Weimin and his wife had already understood, and Tao Huimin was a little embarrassed.

"Because I'm young now, I still have to pay close attention to the matter of having a baby."

Lin Weimin said: "Brother-in-law, the work unit is now allowing late childbearing. Before Huimin and I got married, I paid a deposit for late childbearing. It's 400 yuan!"

"Stop talking nonsense with me, Huimin didn't have enough late childbearing, didn't you have enough? Besides, are you short of the 400 yuan?" Han Dingbang reprimanded Lin Weimin.

Seeing that he didn't fool around, Lin Weimin said helplessly, "Got it."

Han Dingbang picked up his big fat granddaughter again, "My daughter is three years old, it's not appropriate for him to come out too late."

Tao Huimin couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing. She naturally understood that Han Dingbang's "elder" was referring to her and Lin Weimin's future children.

Tao Huimin was overjoyed when she thought that the newborn baby would be called "brother" or "sister" by Han Zhuangzhuang, a big brother with a thick back and waist.

"I know you young people want to live with each other for a few years, but you are not young anymore. I can help you with the children. If you don't trust me, you are not short of money, and you can find a nanny... "

Han Dingbang babbled, Lin Weimin hummed and agreed, and after talking for a long time, the couple left the alley.

Two days later, early in the morning, the conference room on the second floor of the front building of the Guowen Society was busy. Today, a seminar on "White Deer Plain" will be held here.

Cheng Zhongshi, a writer born and bred in the Shaanxi literary world, held a seminar on his works. Today, half of the Shaanxi literary world has come.

Writers of the older generation include Wang Wenshi, Du Pengcheng, and Li Ruobing, and younger writers include Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, and Wang Peng.

In addition to people from the Shaanxi literary circle, many writers from the domestic literary circle also came, such as Wang Meng, Cheng Jiangong, etc., and several veteran and heavyweight editors and reviewers from the Chinese Literature Society, such as Tu An, Yan Wenjing, and Qin Chaoyang, also appeared at the seminar , and the rest are critics represented by Chen Yong, all of whom are well-known figures in the domestic critics.

Just looking at the lineup, in the work seminars in recent years, it is already too luxurious.

At the seminar, most people spoke highly of "White Deer Plain", and the comments were full of praise.

However, there are also a few scholars who raised some academic debates on "White Deer Plain", and the focus of the debate is on two points.

One is whether a large number of sexual descriptions in the novel are necessary, and the other is the "historical tendency issue" involved in the novel.

Around these two issues, the minority and the majority have launched a heated discussion.

During the seminar, you came and went, and everyone expressed their opinions. Lin Weimin and Cheng Zhongshi, the two protagonists of the seminar, sneaked out and went to the corridor to smoke.

Cheng Zhongshi looked out of the window with a trace of melancholy in his eyes, and under the smog, the gully on his face deepened.

"What are you thinking?" Lin Weimin asked.

Cheng Zhongshi looked hesitant.

If he didn't say anything, Lin Weimin would probably be able to guess.

The "historical tendency" of "White Deer Plain" that was being discussed in the room was a big proposition, and Cheng Zhongshi was naturally worried.

"Don't worry, you have heard everyone's good comments. Some people have opinions, but they are just discussing the facts. There are a few old comrades in the club, and they can't change the sky."

Cheng Zhongshi nodded upon hearing this.

Lin Weimin talked to him about the publication of "Bailuyuan" again, "This time "Bailuyuan" was published, we won a basic remuneration of 40 yuan per thousand characters, and the remuneration for the number of copies has not changed, and it is still 5% for every 1 copies. 60 volumes, this is another [-] yuan, after calculation, it is about [-] yuan for a thousand words, at least it is a little less..."

Cheng Zhongshi quickly said: "It's a lot, it's a lot, it's 3 yuan! It's the first time in my life that I've touched so much money. It's more than I've earned in my entire life. I'm content!"

"Listen to me." Lin Weimin waved his hand, "The past two years have not been the same as before. Our publishing market has been more and more affected by the market economy. It is inevitable that the manuscript fee will rise sharply. The above should issue documents this year, and then adjust The one-time manuscript fee standard, your manuscript fee is set according to the standard in the agency. A few days ago, Wang Shuo told me that Huayi will publish his novel collection, and the manuscript fee standard is 100 yuan per thousand words."

Speaking of this, Lin Weimin patted Cheng Zhongshi on the shoulder, "So, your manuscript fee is really not much."

"I can't say that, my works can't be sold as well as Wang Shuo's."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Old Cheng, don't belittle yourself on this point. We dare to order a first print of [-] copies. Do you think it's to lose money?"

Cheng Zhongshi hesitated when he heard the words, but what Lin Weimin said was the same reason.

It's just that he was really scared by the few publishing experiences in these years. He finally published a book and couldn't buy many copies. To hand over.

Before "White Deer Plain" was published, "Contemporary" gave him a manuscript fee of 35 yuan per thousand characters, which was exactly 500 yuan, and he paid back the 5000 yuan owed to Lin Weimin, leaving more than 5000 yuan. Looking at the money, Cheng Zhongshi and The wife was happy for several days. The family has never been so rich in these years.

Now that another 3 yuan of publishing fee is about to come in hand, the wrinkles on Cheng Zhongshi's face deepened, and he couldn't help laughing, feeling happier than ever.

"Okay, let's go back." After smoking, Lin Weimin said.

The debate at the seminar was fierce, but it was maintained within the academic range and did not cause any waves.

That night, the editorial department of "Contemporary" hosted a banquet in Taifeng Building for the friends who came to the meeting today.Delicious food, delicacies on jade plates, coupled with aged wine, the banquet was very lively.

Cheng Zhongshi was proud of the spring breeze today. After drinking for three rounds, he was no longer as restrained as usual.

At the climax of the banquet, Cheng Zhongshi stood up and said that I would sing a piece of Qin opera to my friends, and everyone applauded.

"Seeing the mother-in-law kneeling on the ground, her soul flew into the sky, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly knelt in the dust..."

The quaint and desolate Qin opera was sung by Cheng Zhongshi, who is proud of his horseshoe disease in the spring breeze today, and it also brought a bit of joy.

Cheng Zhongshi sang a passage by Yang Yanzhao in "Yuanmen Zhanzi", and everyone present listened with gusto.

After singing, Cheng Zhongshi sat down. He was introverted and had never been in the limelight in the past. Today, he went crazy with the strength of alcohol, and his excited hands were shaking.

Lin Weimin poured him a glass of wine, "Slow down!"

After the banquet, Cheng Zhongshi drank too much and held Lin Weimin's hand tightly when he went out.

"For the people, for the people!" Cheng Zhongshi called Lin Weimin's name, "My brother has never been in such a big limelight in this life!"

Cheng Zhongshi's mouth was full of alcohol, his eyes were blurred, but his words were full of sincerity and gratitude.

Cheng Zhongshi's wife supported him, with an apologetic expression on his face, "I'm sorry, he drank too much."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's okay, today is a good day and I'm happy."

Cheng Zhongshi was drunk, and shouted: "Yes, I'm happy!"

The wife didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Let's go, don't embarrass yourself here!"

Cheng Zhong left with the support of his wife. The couple walked far away, but they could still hear the high-pitched and impassioned Qin opera.

"Seeing the mother-in-law kneeling on the ground, her soul flew into the sky, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly knelt in the dust..."

　I have something to do in the past two days, and there will be two updates today and tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)