1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 58 How about Writing a Script?

The student Lin Weimin was a monk halfway through, and they are graduating soon. Mr. Wan is really worried that his training for Lin Weimin may be only superficial, and he can't help but feel guilty.

With Mr. Wan's current status, he would not easily promise anything to others, but since he agreed to accept Lin Weimin as a student in the Institute of Literature, he must take responsibility.

He stopped Lin Weimin from continuing to say some touching words, and instead asked, "Have you started writing recently?"

Lin Weimin shook his head, "No."

Mr. Wan frowned, "You can't slack off!"

Lin Weimin was not very happy to see his face, knowing that it must be because he disliked his own laziness, he had an idea and said: "Although I didn't start writing, I thought of a story."

"Oh?" Mr. Wan raised his eyebrows, showing interest, "Would you mind telling me about it?"

"Then let me say, listen to it and help me perfect it."

Lin Weimin stopped to sort out his thoughts, and then said: "In 1979, in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, the Vietnamese side suffered more than 5.7 casualties, and our army also suffered heavy casualties, with more than 2 officers and soldiers casualties. I want to say The story is about a senior general of our army who was seriously injured in the war..."

Mr. Wan interrupted: "Is this based on real cases?"

"No, teacher, it's just a fictional character."

"Go on."

Lin Weimin continued to tell the story.

Qin Yun is the deputy political commissar of a certain division of our army. During the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, he once led a tank regiment to march to Dongxi. On the march, he was ambushed by the enemy and saved his life, but his legs were amputated.

He suddenly changed from a professional soldier with sound limbs to a disabled person. Qin Yun couldn't accept it in his heart, and his temper became sensitive, irritable, and unpredictable. He arranged for several nurses to take care of him, but all of them were because he couldn't stand his scolding. Choosing to leave the pick, this can worry about the hospital's leaders.

One night, Qin Yun made up his mind to kill himself. He struggled to climb onto the wheelchair, intending to jump from the window in the hospital corridor, but accidentally bumped into the thief Lin Xiaoding who was stealing things in the ward.

Lin Xiaoding's parents died in the buzzing. A few years ago, he was sent to a labor camp because his boyfriend and girlfriend were reported by the woman's parents. After he came out of the prison, he had no job and no family to rely on. He could only rely on petty theft to make ends meet. .

When Lin Xiaoding was found stealing by Qin Yun, he stepped forward and threatened Qin Yun. He didn't think that Qin Yun would treat death like home, but instead made him at a loss. In the end, in order to keep Qin Yun from talking, he could only beg bitterly.

Lin Xiaoding's appearance brought ripples to Qin Yun's hopeless life. He promised Lin Xiaoding to keep quiet, but made a condition that Lin Xiaoding must continue to steal things tomorrow.Lin Xiaoding felt that this was a trap, but he had to bow his head under the eaves.

In the next few days, Lin Xiaoding visited the hospital frequently and gained a lot, but no one discovered his criminal behavior.

As more and more things were stolen, Lin Xiaoding felt panicked. He begged Qin Yun to do whatever he wanted as long as he wouldn't allow him to steal things.

Qin Yun asked him to help him commit suicide, Lin Xiaoding became even more flustered, and persuaded Qin Yun to give up the idea of ​​committing suicide.In order to dispel Qin Yun's thoughts, he took Qin Yun to do physical rehabilitation. He had to bathe him, open letters, take him to see dramas, attend dance parties, and even help him, a widower, go on a blind date.

The two people with very different ways of thinking and values ​​became good friends as they got to know each other better. Qin Yun also gradually gave up the idea of ​​suicide and gained the motivation to live again.

He made an agreement with Lin Xiaoding that he would give up suicide and live hard, Lin Xiaoding would also change his mind and stop stealing, Lin Xiaoding agreed to him.

I thought that everything was moving forward with the hope of a better day, but at this time Lin Xiaoding was arrested by the hospital leader for stealing on the spot. Qin Yun was heartbroken and asked him why.Qin Yun wanted to intercede for Lin Xiaoding, but Lin Xiaoding remained silent.

In the end, Lin Xiaoding was sentenced to two years in prison for theft.

Two years later, when Lin Xiaoding was released from prison, Qin Yun went to pick him up, only to find that a woman holding a child also came to pick Lin Xiaoding up.It turned out that Lin Xiaoding had concealed from Qin Yun that he was married. The last time he stole something was because his wife had just given birth and needed nourishment.

Knowing the truth of the matter, guilt and relief surged in Qin Yun's heart.Finally, at the gate of the prison, Qin Yun and Lin Xiaoding looked at each other and smiled.

"Teacher, this is probably the plot." Lin Weimin finished telling the story and looked at Mr. Wan.

Mr. Wan's eyes were a little dazed when Lin Weimin was narrating, and he came back to his senses only after hearing him call himself.

Lin Weimin's story was still echoing in his mind, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good story!"

"You flatter me."

Mr. Wan shook his head, "No, it's really good. What's even more rare is that they are so mature. Two people, one physically disabled, the other morally disabled, help each other and redeem each other. Good! Good!"

When Mr. Wan spoke, his eyes gradually lit up, and he suddenly looked at Lin Weimin seriously, and said, "Weimin, how about writing this story into a script?"

"Uh……"

Lin Weimin was deeply surprised. He did not expect Mr. Wan to make such a request.

Seeing his hesitation, Mr. Wan explained: "Because of the reasons in the past few years, there is a shortage of scripts in Renyi, and there has been no new rehearsal of a sustainable work for a long time."

In the past few years, Renyi has indeed fallen into a shortage of scripts. Therefore, after two years, Renyi had to import a batch of scripts created by foreign playwrights.

Lin Weimin felt a little lack of confidence, "Teacher, my story is not up to the standard of human art, right?"

The dramas he watched at Renyi are all works of the level of "Teahouse", "Longxugou", and "Sunrise". Compared with his own stories, he feels that they do not match the style of Renyi.

Mr. Wan looked relaxed, "Don't underestimate yourself, the story is very good, whether it's characters, plot or concept, it's all excellent."

"Teacher, but my style..."

"What style is not style, we at Renyi have never had style, only good works."

Mr. Wan's words smacked of domineering sideways.

However, it is also understandable that Renyi, as the leader of the Chinese drama industry, is absolutely qualified to say this.

"This script, I think it's your graduation work!"

Lin Weimin struggled and said, "Teacher, my graduation works are all ready."

"Your one belongs to the Literature Research Institute, and this one belongs to mine."

Lin Weimin was speechless, and couldn't believe that Mr. Wan actually played word games with him.

The old man blinked mischievously, "How is it? You won't let me down, will you?"

What else can Lin Weimin say, he can only nod helplessly, "Don't worry, I will definitely write well."

"Oh, that's right!"

(End of this chapter)