1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 633 You are not playing cards according to the routine!
After more than half a year of editing and review, Haizi's collection of poems will be published soon. For the collection of poems of his old friend, Xi Chuan has devoted all his efforts in the past three years.

Now that it was finally time for publication, he was relieved that it had all been worth it.

Regarding the name of the collection of poems, Xi Chuan and Mo Wenzheng discussed for a long time, and finally decided to call it "Haizi's Poems".

"Haizi's Poems" collects all short poems written by Haizi between 1984 and 1989, including Haizi's famous work "Asian Copper" and Haizi's most well-known "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" open".

The first printing of 5000 copies of the poetry anthology is very conservative, and it is usually the treatment of new writers with no reader base.

Given Haizi's popularity in the domestic poetry circles, these should not be the only number of prints, but the problem is that after the climax of domestic poetry in the 80s, it took a sharp turn for the worse after entering the 90s, so the Guowen Society set a relatively conservative number of first prints.

Xi Chuan is not dissatisfied with the decision of the Guowen Society, and it is already very good to be able to publish it.

On the day when the collection of poems was released, Xi Chuan rushed to the Dengshikou Chinese Bookstore in rush for his lunch break, where he usually likes to shop for books.

"Haizi's Poems" is on sale today, and he wants to buy a copy and keep it as a souvenir.

The weather in May is warm and windy.

There are many people coming and going at the door of the bookstore, many of them are young faces. Xi Chuan lamented that he and his friends lingered in the bookstore in the same way.

"Hai Zi's Poems" was newly released, and it was placed on the bookshelf at the door, and Xi Chuan saw it at a glance.

He didn't rush to buy books, but stood there observing for a while.

All readers who enter the store will basically stop for a while on the bookshelf with new books, pick up a book or two to read.

After he entered the store for more than 20 minutes, "Haizi's Poems" was picked up four times, and two copies were sold. Poetry is always liked by people, but it is not as popular as before.

The two young people seemed to be poetry lovers, and they were discussing with a collection of poems.

"Haizi actually published a collection of poems? Or is it from the Guowen Society?"

"I can't think of it. Well, it didn't come out when I was alive, but it came out after I died."

"It's always a good thing to be published. Let me see, hey, the editor has Xi Chuan's name, so he probably made it up."

"Xi Chuan, the 'Three Musketeers'! Alas, it's a pity that two of them are gone."

The two young people chatted for a while with a collection of poems, and finally one of them bought a copy and left.

Xi Chuan, who was standing in the corner, listened to the conversation between the two, tears filled his eyes.

The Three Musketeers, miss the second!

The publication of "Haizi's Poems" is far more symbolic than practical.

The publication of "Hai Zi's Poems" by the National Literature Society, the highest hall of literature in a country, is tantamount to acknowledging Hai Zi's artistic achievements in this life, which is more important than any sales volume. repercussions.

In mid-May, Xiaodoubao will soon be full moon.

Lin Weimin and his wife plan to hold a full moon wine, only calling relatives and close friends.

Two days before the full moon wine, Lin Weimin solemnly handed over the manuscript of "Spirited Away" to Tao Huimin.

It took less than a month from Tao Huimin's request when the child was born to the completion of the novel.

The efficiency is still good, Mr. Lin is as powerful as before!

Tao Huimin touched the edge of the manuscript, and rubbed her fingers twice habitually. It was a little thinner and not full enough.

But looking at her husband's face, forget it, after all, he is middle-aged, and it is understandable that he can't do what he wants.

After writing the novel for so many days, Tao Huimin still hasn't read it. Now that it's finally finished, she has to read it carefully. She never thought that she couldn't put it down after reading it.

"Huimin! Huimin!"

When Tao Huimin heard the cry, she withdrew from the world in the book and looked at Lin Weimin.

"Are you fascinated?" Lin Weimin asked.

Tao Huimin was a little dazed, then nodded, "Wei Min, your novel is so good!"

Seeing that she was satisfied, Lin Weimin was relieved.

"This time my task is complete!" Lin Weimin laughed.

Tao Huimin asked, "Are you planning to publish this novel?"

"You want to publish?"

"Of course. Although you wrote it for Xiaodoubao, I also hope that children all over the world can read it. I believe Xiaodoubao will be proud of you if you understand this novel when you grow up!"

Tao Huimin looked at her husband with admiration in her eyes.

"Then publish it."

"Which publication are you submitting to?"

"When I was a child, my classmate used to work as an editor there!"

Lin Weimin made a special call to Huang Anyi.

"An Yi, you have to thank me this time!"

Huang Anyi on the other end of the phone was at a loss, she didn't know where to start her words, but she had already gotten used to Lin Weimin's speaking style, asking what was going on in a soft voice.

Hearing that Lin Weimin wrote a fairy tale for her daughter, Huang Anyi was silent for a moment.

After a while, she said: "You don't need to go through me for your work, "Childhood" will rush to get it."

"Without you, I would have given "Children's Literature"."

"Children's Age" is the first children's literature publication in New China. The magazine is located in Shanghai. "Children's Literature" was founded a few years later than it. Both are top publications in the field of children's literature in China.

Hearing what he said, Huang Anyi felt a little better, and said, "Then let me tell the editorial department, they will probably be very happy!"

After the two finished talking on the phone, it didn't take long for Lin Weimin to receive a call from Qiu Shilong, the editor-in-chief of "Children's Times".

Qiu Shilong was overjoyed when he received Huang Anyi's call, and couldn't wait to contact Lin Weimin. After briefly understanding the situation of the work, Lin Weimin mailed the manuscript away by registered letter.

He has completely used the computer to write now, and he is not afraid of losing the manuscript in the middle of the manuscript, and at worst, he will print another copy.

After posting the manuscript, Lin Weimin returned home, and saw Tao Huimin staring at Xiaodoubao who was sleeping soundly, thinking seriously.

"What do you think?"

Tao Huimin raised her head, "Wei Min, what do you think of Xiaodoubao's name being Lin Qianxun?"

Ok?
You don't play by the rules!
From the beginning of pregnancy, the couple thought hard about the name of the child. They chose no less than 20 names, but it seems that none of them seem to be interesting. They haven't decided yet, so that Xiaodoubao is still a black household.

Lin Weimin never expected that the daughter-in-law would decide on the child's name after reading a novel, and the racking of brains and brain-searching for the previous ten months seemed like a joke.

Although Lin Weimin changed "Spirited Away", the title of the book has not changed. It is still called "Spirited Away". He thinks it sounds better than "The Adventures of Thousand Xun".

"Huimin, stop joking, Qianxun is the name of a character in a novel."

"What's wrong with the characters in the novel? Didn't you just write this novel for your daughter? You have so many names, I think this is the one you put the most effort into!"

Speaking of this, Tao Huimin couldn't help giving Lin Weimin a blank look, which meant that he didn't care about writing novels for his daughter, and even the names he gave to the characters in the novel were better than those for his daughter.

Wronged, Master Qingtian!

Lin Weimin felt aggrieved. Why is the name I gave my daughter so bad?
"I disagree."

Seeing his tough attitude, Tao Huimin said softly: "The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was in a dimly lit place. The name Qianxun has allusions and artistic conceptions. Didn't you say it before? When you met me back then That's what it feels like."

Lin Weimin couldn't help recalling the glimpse on the Broken Bridge of West Lake in his mind.

Well, it's actually a good name.

It just feels a little perfunctory.

In particular, Lin Weimin was filled with frustration when he thought of the useless names that he had worked so hard to come up with.

If Xiaodoubao grows up and knows that the name of the character in the novel comes first, then her name, I don't know how I will feel.

On the second day, family and friends gathered for the full moon wine of Xiaodoubao.

Tao Huimin announced Xiaodoubao's name in public, and everyone praised it. The name is not only artistic, but also catchy.

Yu Hua did not forget to flatter her, "Mr. Lin, you are still talented in writing. The name you gave the child is really extraordinary!"

Lin Weimin couldn't help spitting out old blood again, and looked at Yu Hua with unfriendly eyes.

Being stared at by him, Yu Hua cleverly planned to escape, but was stopped by Lin Weimin.

"You and Cheng Hong have been married for almost half a year, right? When are you going to have a baby?"

Yu Hua thought that Lin Weimin was caring about him, "We are not in a hurry, we plan to have a child after a few years of living together."

Lin Weimin shook his head and said, "You two are not young anymore, are you 33 this year? Have you never heard of it? The older a man is, the poorer his sperm quality will be, which will directly affect the IQ and health of future children. A 50-year-old man is born with a child, and the child is either physically disabled or has a problem with IQ."

Yu Hua looked at Lin Weimin in horror.

It depends on Mr. Lin to urge the birth. Those who are earnest and persuasive are all heretics.

Just ask: "XX, you don't want your child to be born, do you?"

Yu Huaming knew that Lin Weimin's words were exaggerated, but he still couldn't help thinking wildly. When he returned to his table, he was still imagining the terrible scene that Lin Weimin had described to him.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Hong couldn't help asking when he saw his distraught face.

Yu Hua looked at Cheng Hong, "Cheng Hong, are you 31 this year?"

"Ask knowingly." Cheng Hong said angrily, then felt something was wrong, and said in a bad tone, "What do you mean? Do you think I am old?"

"That's not what I mean...I mean, we are both in our 30s, shouldn't it be time to have a baby?"

After Yu Hua finished speaking, Cheng Hong's mood eased, and he glanced at the people around him, and said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "Didn't you say you were reborn two years later?"

"One moment, another moment. I saw the little bean buns from Teacher Lin's house today, and I think children are actually quite cute." Yu Hua's nonsense came from Zhangkou.

Xiaodoubao is just full moon, carved in pink and made of jade, so cute, Cheng Hong couldn't help but be moved when he thought of her appearance.

"I listen to you."

Hearing her words, Yu Hua was relieved.

It is better to give birth early, give birth earlier, and the risk is small.

Yu Hua held Cheng Hong's hand, he must hurry up and race against time when he goes back.

Thinking of this, he didn't even bother to drink the full moon wine, seeing that the time was almost up, he pulled Cheng Hong and left Lin Weimin's house.

Seeing Yu Hua and his wife leave, Lin Weimin nodded in satisfaction.

With so many names in hand, Yu Hua worked hard, and these names of mine could come in handy.

But after all, it is someone else who chooses the name for the child. Teacher Lin will definitely not force others to do anything difficult, but just offer a suggestion.

As we all know, Teacher Lin accepts advice with an open mind and will never retaliate against those who do not follow his advice.

(End of this chapter)