1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 56 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea
Lin Weimin, who came back from the hospital, felt depressed. Seeing Guo Yudao laying on the bed clutching his stomach in the dormitory, he asked, "Old Guo, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's an old problem."

Guo Yudao's voice was very low, and he seemed to be out of breath.

Guo Yudao's face was thin and sallow. In the past, Lin Weimin always thought it was because he was from Qinghai.With the example of Shi Tiesheng, Lin Weimin felt that this might be a kind of pathology.

"Go back to the hospital for an examination, don't drag a minor illness into a serious illness."

"It's all right. It's been a problem for more than ten years. It's just a stomachache."

"Don't be brave, if you really can't bear it, just say it, don't bear it."

"understood."

"Where are Lao Jiao and Lao Huang?"

Guo Yudao stood up and leaned against the bed, and said, "Lao Jiao finally got summoned by Mr. Wang, and went to Xiaoyabao Hutong with An Shishan and the others. I don't know, Lao Huang probably also went to see his mentor."

Lin Weimin shook his head helplessly. He found that since returning from vacation, the class has been a little chaotic.

After a month of separation, the students were a little unfamiliar. After a few days of reacquaintance, the relationship is still very good, but it is not the case in other aspects.

The training period of the Institute of Literature and Literature lasts for 6 months, and everyone is about to graduate, and everyone's minds are alive.

For most people, the Institute of Literature and Literature is not only a stage for learning, but also a resume and an opportunity to advance.

In the past few days, except for classes, seminars, and dances, there is a high probability that the class will not get together at other times.

Some people run to their mentors because their mentors are famous.Some people have a good relationship with famous clubs and magazines, so they often go to them to make a familiar face.

In short, the Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers.

At this juncture, no one is immune.

Lin Weimin didn't feel too much about it. His goal had already been set and he had been working hard to achieve it.

Two days later, people in the class organized a basketball game, not only the people in the class, but also foreigners.

Yanjing is a place with a lot of circle culture. Many writers have come to praise the show before. This time there is a well-known figure in it——Zhao Zhenkai, one of the founders of "Today" and a representative of the Misty Poetry School .

Many people in the class are full of interest in this pioneer figure in the domestic poetry circle, including the staff of D school. Everyone surrounded the basketball court with three floors inside and three floors outside. The people who came to play basketball today seem to be treated like stars .

Throughout the 80s, misty poetry has been suppressed from the beginning to become popular all over the country, making young poets become idols of countless poetry lovers, full of fanatical love for poets and poetry.

Lin Weimin has always believed that whether it is novels or poetry, the popularity of literature in recent years is irrational.

Standing on the periphery of the crowd, he couldn't help sighing as he looked at the poet surrounded by stars.

Maybe, if they hadn't been treated so warmly, they wouldn't have been so lonely when they withered.

Two days later, Lin Weimin visited Shi Tiesheng again at the Friendship Hospital. This time his complexion was much better than last time.

Shi Tiesheng had already learned from his father that Lin Weimin had stuffed him with money. He didn't say any words of thanks, but he held Lin Weimin's hand firmly, and then let go after a while.

Not only Lin Weimin, but also two other friends, Xiaojian and Gan Tiesheng, came to see Shi Tiesheng today.

Xiao Jian is a student in the screenwriting class of the Literature Department of Yanjing Film Academy, and Gan Tiesheng is a literature lover who has just published two short stories.

Shi Tiesheng's condition improved, and everyone was very happy, sitting in the ward and chatting.

These few people in the ward are all related to literature, and all of them have not been in the industry for a long time, but in terms of qualifications, Lin Weimin, who has a relatively short creative time, is more prominent, and most of the topics revolve around him.

Shi Tiesheng was concerned about Lin Weimin's plans after graduation from the Lecture Institute, Lin Weimin shook his head, "I plan to stay in Yanjing, but we have to see if there is any unit that can accept it."

"Please ask the teachers, it shouldn't be difficult to find a unit to receive it, right?"

"Who knows, I asked, but I haven't replied yet."

"Waiting is the most tormenting thing." Shi Tiesheng said with empathy.

Xiaojian asked Lin Weimin about his experience in creating "Latent", because he always felt that when he watched "Latent", he had a particularly strong sense of pictures in his mind.

"I feel that it must be wonderful to turn this novel into a screenplay."

Gan Tiesheng said with a smile: "The novel itself is exciting enough, of course it won't be bad if it is turned into a script."

When it was almost time for lunch, Father Shi Zhang Luo went to get some food. Lin Weimin stopped him and said that he wanted to improve the food today. He took Xiaojian to the restaurant outside and asked for four dishes to take back.

Shi Tiesheng said: "Wei Min, you are really a roundworm in my stomach. These days after being ill, what I miss the most is eating meat, especially this pig's trotter and mutton."

The four dishes Lin Weimin wanted were all meat dishes, shredded pork with Beijing sauce, braised pig's trotters, fried mutton with green onions, and vinegared Mushu.

"Today is for you to satisfy your hunger!" Lin Weimin laughed.

Shi Tiesheng gnawed on the pig's trotters, and said in his mouth: "To tell you the truth, I had a fever a few days ago. At that time, I didn't think about anything. All I thought about was food. The things I ate in my life are like It's like going through a movie.

At that time, I was thinking, don’t die now, no matter what, I have to eat all the things I have eaten and those I haven’t eaten before I die, so I am willing. "

Several people in the ward were laughed at by him, only father Shi had a bitter look on his face.

"Don't worry, you are so lucky that you will not die. Not only will you not die, but you will have to eat all the delicious food in the world."

Lin Weimin said to Shi Tiesheng swearingly.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old Shi Lan said: "Brother Lin, you are talking nonsense and eating all the delicious food in the world, how much will it cost?"

Lin Weimin said, "A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem."

Shi Lan wrinkled her nose and made a face at him, "You really know how to brag!"

Lin Weimin was not angry when she said that, but asked with a narrow smile, "How do you know that I must be bragging?"

"Mo, a prawn salad costs 3 yuan and 4 cents. A meal is less than a month's wages. You can afford it, but my brother and I can't afford it."

"Shi Lan, we need to look at things from the perspective of development. If you can't afford it now, it doesn't mean you won't be able to afford it for the rest of your life. What if your brother becomes a great writer in the future and the cost of writing a book is tens of thousands?"

"The more you say it, the more mysterious it becomes. I think you're just looking at me when I'm young and teasing me."

Shi Tiesheng said with a smile: "You don't know he's teasing you?"

Lin Weimin waved his hand to interrupt Shi Tiesheng, "I'm not kidding Shi Lan, I have confidence in you, Tiesheng!"

Shi Tiesheng smiled wryly, "I don't have confidence in myself!"

Everyone laughed.

(End of this chapter)