1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 619 Hidden Deep Enough
Huang Jianan is the son of Huang Zonghan, a classmate of Lin Weimin's Literary Research Institute. Now his son has inherited his father's career and has become a writer.

Like Lin Weimin, Huang Jianan made his debut very early. At the age of 19, he wrote the famous short story "Hometown Love", which won the National Minority Literary Creation Excellence Award. A few years ago, he worked as an editor for "Short Stories", and now he is Ji Chunwen Association's resident writer.

"Time flies so fast. I remember that when I wrote letters with Lao Huang, the discussion was about your going to school and writing exercises."

Lin Weimin chatted with Huang Jianan for a while, and he couldn't help sighing.

"My dad always talks about you, and he especially likes to talk about what happened when you were in the Institute of Literature."

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "It's been so many years, everyone is busy with their own affairs, and we can't see each other. I really miss you all."

Lin Weimin and Huang Jianan are not much different in age, but they are two generations after all. After talking about the common topic of Huang Zonghan, Huang Jianan was a little at a loss for what to say, so Lin Weimin talked about his creation.

Huang Jianan has been engaged in writing for some years. Over the past few years, he has published works in "People's Literature", "Youth Literature", "Yanjing Literature", "Writer" and other publications. Published works on the Internet, we can also see his creative level.

The two sat together and chatted for more than half an hour. Seeing that the time was almost up, Huang Jianan got up and prepared to leave.

He came to Yanjing on business this time, and was entrusted by his father to pay a visit to Lin Weimin, and now the task has been completed.

Lin Weimin raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "It's still early, you go to work first, and have dinner at home in the evening."

"No, it's too much trouble for you, Uncle Lin."

"I'm a landlord, so I can't even refuse a meal, can I?"

"I booked a train ticket for the afternoon, and I still have to catch the train."

"Then change the train ticket to tomorrow's, come to my house for dinner in the evening, stay at home for one night after dinner, and leave tomorrow."

"Uncle Lin, it's really inconvenient. I'm with my colleagues."

"Then call all your colleagues over. I happen to meet Jichun's young writers."

Huang Jianan declined several times, but Lin Weimin insisted on his own opinion, and he had no choice but to agree.

Coming out of the Guowen Society, Huang Jianan returned to the guest house, and his companion Fang Ming was packing up his things.

"Are you back? Pack up your things quickly, and go to the train station after lunch."

"Let's clean up later, the train ticket has to be refunded, there is something temporary." Huang Jianan said.

Fang Ming was full of doubts, "What's going on? Didn't you go to visit your elders? What happened?"

"It's okay, it's just that my elder wants to treat me to dinner, let's leave tomorrow."

The companion said: "It's just a meal, what's the matter, we can't delay the train."

"That's what I said too, but they are too enthusiastic, and I can't refuse."

Huang Jianan showed some apology to his companion, "Fang Ming, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Then change the train ticket and go to dinner at night."

"You go too."

"What am I going to do? I don't know anyone."

"Go, I'll be even more embarrassed if you don't go. My uncle is also engaged in literary work, so you don't have to worry about embarrassment, there must be common topics." Huang Jianan persuaded.

"Then... well, I'll follow you to have a meal."

The two agreed to have lunch first, and then went to the train station to change the ticket.

It was still early in the evening, and the two of them went to visit Wangfujing again and bought some gifts.

It's not good to go to someone's house to eat with empty hands.

Seeing that it was almost evening, Huang Jianan and Fang Ming took the bus and arrived at the gate of Shizhu courtyard.

Huang Jianan knocked on the knocker on the courtyard door, and when waiting for the door to open, Fang Ming whispered, "My uncle, you can live in such a big courtyard."

"People make a lot of royalties."

"Such a yard earns a lot of money in Yanjing, right?"

"I don't know. But it shouldn't be as expensive as a building, right? Housing prices are too expensive now."

The two were talking when the door of the house opened. It was a middle-aged woman. She saw the two and asked with a smile, "Is it Mr. Huang?"

Huang Jianan nodded, thinking that the middle-aged woman was the elder of the Lin family, and said hello politely: "Hello, Auntie, I am Huang Jianan."

"I am the nanny of Teacher Lin's family. My surname is Sun. Please come in." Sister Sun invited the two into the hospital.

Entering the house gate, passing by the screen wall, and entering the vertical flower gate is the second entrance courtyard. Fang Ming looked at the courtyard while walking, with a bit of envy in his eyes.

"This yard is really magnificent!" Fang Ming whispered to Huang Jianan.

Before reaching the front of the main room, Huang Jianan saw Lin Weimin standing at the door of the main room, and Fang Ming who was beside him muttered, "This man looks familiar!"

"Uncle Lin!" Huang Jianan greeted, and introduced: "This is our colleague Fang Ming from the Cultural Association."

"Comrade Fang Ming, hello."

Lin Weimin smiled and shook hands with Fang Ming, Fang Ming had an incredible expression on his face, he recognized the person in front of him.

"You are Teacher Lin Weimin?"

"What? Didn't the man tell you? I'm treating you to dinner tonight."

Fang Ming looked at Huang Jianan, "He didn't say anything, he just said he was an elder."

Lin Weimin looked at Huang Jianan with admiration, and Fang Ming's reaction proved that Huang Jianan had never mentioned anything about himself in front of him.

It's a down-to-earth temperament!

"Come inside."

Lin Weimin let the two into the house. Tao Huimin was standing in the living room of the main room. Lin Weimin said, "This is your aunt."

"Hello, Auntie!"

"Hello." Tao Huimin responded with a smile. She has a swollen belly and has difficulty moving. She greeted: "Sit down and have some tea and eat later."

Lin Weimin poured tea for the two and asked them to sit for a while and chat casually.

Less than 10 minutes later, Sister Sun brought food to the table.

Today, Lin Weimin explained that he was going to entertain guests in the evening. Sister Sun cooked eight dishes specially, and the dishes were extremely rich.

"Come, come, eat." Lin Weimin greeted.

A few people sat down and chatted while eating.

Huang Jianan and Fang Ming came to the door for the first time, they were a little cautious, Lin Weimin kept talking.

First we talked about our relationship with Huang Zonghan, and then we talked about creation.

Several people are engaged in literary creation. With this common topic, the atmosphere on the table gradually became harmonious.

"The current environment is really not as good as before. Our "Short Stories" used to sell [-] to [-] copies in one issue, but it's only been two years, and we can't even sell [-] copies."

While chatting, Fang Ming talked about the current living environment of literary publications. He and Huang Jianan were both editors of "Short Stories" before.

"The sales of most publications have declined in the past two years. This is a major trend and cannot be changed by manpower," Lin Weimin said.

Huang Jianan said: "Uncle Lin, I heard that the sales of "Contemporary" are still pretty good."

Lin Weimin nodded, ""Contemporary" can maintain its sales mainly because of its existing readers. According to the current trend, it may continue to decline in the next few years."

Seeing that even Lin Weimin was so pessimistic, Fang Ming couldn't help but dejectedly said, "No wonder everyone says that literature is going downhill now."

"Actually, it is not. Over the past decade or so, Chinese people's demand for literature has been deformed. It is the result of years of cultural repression and rebound. We cannot treat it with common sense.

In the past two years, the focus of Chinese people has been gradually shifting to economic construction. They will definitely not care as much about literary works as before. This is also normal.

In the past few years, many writers and critics have been immersed in the illusion of a literary flourishing age, and have not clearly recognized a fact.

In my opinion, over the years, many literary works have only made a commentary on the political and economic development of Chinese society in the early days of reform and opening up, and they are far from the scope of literature. "

When Huang Jianan heard this, he didn't quite agree, "Uncle Lin, one of the functions of literature is to reflect the development of society."

Lin Weimin said calmly: "You are right, but the problem with many people is that they have not really opened their eyes. They are always obsessed with providing literary annotations for the injustices that occur in society, and repeatedly describe the social chaos. This is actually a kind of laziness and dependence on creation. Because many people are out of this context, they can’t write. A writer can only write one thing, and he deserves to be called a writer ?"

What Lin Weimin said made Huang Jianan and Fang Ming look pensive. Although they didn't want to admit it, what Lin Weimin said did make sense.

"I have a proof here." Lin Weimin said.

Huang Jianan and Fang Ming looked at him, and Lin Weimin continued: "We all say that the 80s was the golden age of Chinese literature, but everyone seems to have never thought of a problem, that is, in this period of Chinese literature, there were actually not many books with outstanding features. Important literary works with international influence. Many people in the literary field are also ignorant of the position of Chinese literature in the global context. They may be familiar with those foreign classics, but in fact they do not understand the modernization process of foreign literature. "

After listening to Lin Weimin's words, Huang Jianan fell into deep thought. Using Lin Weimin's words to compare himself, he found that such problems existed in himself.

At this time, Fang Ming said: "Mr. Lin, your works sell well overseas, so don't you have international influence?"

"My works sell relatively well, but there is still a long way to go compared with those classic works."

Huang Jianan said: "Uncle Lin, you are too modest. Although I don't know much about contemporary foreign literature, I also know that since World War II, there have been very few internationally influential works. Your works are placed in the Contemporary, enough to look down on the world literary world."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "You didn't learn your flattering skills from your father, did you?"

Huang Jianan looked shy, "I'm not flattering, it's all the truth."

With a few jokes, Lin Weimin said: "I'm just busy chatting, come and eat some food."

A few people stopped talking, concentrated on eating, and occasionally chatted a few words.

After dinner and sitting at home for a while, Huang Jianan and Fang Ming offered to take their leave.

Lin Weimin asked to stay: "Didn't we agree to live at home?"

"No need, Uncle Lin, we will stay in the guest house, which is close to the train station, and we have to catch the train tomorrow morning."

Huang Jianan declined Lin Weimin's persuasion and was about to leave.

Lin Weimin went to the side room and took out two bottles of wine, "I bought these two bottles of wine at the Friendship Store. Your dad loves to drink, so I gave them to him. Remember to say hello to your family for me."

"Thank you, Uncle Lin."

After coming out of Lin Weimin's house, it was completely dark outside, Fang Ming helped Huang Jianan get a bottle of wine.

"My man, I really can't tell. You have hidden deep enough, and you are so familiar with Teacher Lin Weimin."

"Uncle Lin and my dad are classmates, but I haven't actually met him a few times."

Fang Ming sighed, "I really envy those of you who have a long family history."

"What is there to envy, you have to work if you are different?"

The two chatted and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)