1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 700 Everyone who engages in art is poor, Mr. Lin is an exception
It was late autumn when I left, and it was early winter when I came back.

As soon as Lin Weimin got off the plane, a gust of cold air hit him, and he shivered.

Wear less, it's a bit cold!

The world outside the terminal building is completely covered in silver. Yanjing has just had a heavy snowfall. No wonder it is so cold.

After taking a taxi back home, Lin Weimin warmed up after taking a sip of hot tea.

After going out for a month, Xiaodoubao almost didn't recognize him when he came back. After coaxing him for a long time, he finally called "baba" softly.

Every time Lin Weimin went out, it was necessary for Lin Weimin to bring some gifts with his family. Tao Huimin's complexion improved a lot after receiving the gifts.

In the past few months, he has hardly stayed at home, and Teacher Tao has a lot of opinions.

Lin Weimin planned to use his expertise to communicate with Teacher Tao at night, but he got a fever in the evening.

"Maybe he got cold after getting off the plane."

He said with a thermometer under his arm.

"I think you're tired. Tell me, do you have any free time in the past few months?" Tao Huimin complained.

Complaining on the lips is actually distressing.

Lin Weimin hugged her and coaxed her gently, and Tao Huimin's face brightened, and she followed suit.

After taking the medicine, Lin Weimin picked up the phone.

"Hey, Lao Cheng, you're back, you're back."

"Going to work? I'm afraid it won't work."

"I have a cold! Yes, I have a fever, almost 40 degrees."

"Don't get excited, this is also a special situation!"

"Just ask for two days off, and you can hold on. Just bear it, and it will pass."

"What do you mean it's the same with me or without me? Old comrade, don't speak emotionally!"

"Okay, that's it. The day after tomorrow, I will definitely go to work the day after tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Weimin looked at Tao Huimin, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you think you're going too far?" Tao Huimin asked.

"Why is it too much?" Lin Weimin pulled out the thermometer under his armpit, "See? Sick! Pour me some hot water, I want to soak my feet!"

Tao Huimin rolled his eyes at him, "Virtue!"

Two days later, Lin Weimin appeared at the Guowen Society for a long time, and immediately attracted the attention of many colleagues.

It's too arrogant to say that he was suspended for three months but has not been seen for more than four months.

"You still know how to come back!"

Cheng Zaochun said this sentence when he saw Lin Weimin, and then stared at Lin Weimin coldly for more than a minute.

"Okay, stop looking, I don't have any flowers on my face."

Lin Weimin didn't seem to feel Cheng Zaochun's dissatisfaction and resentment at all, and said nonchalantly.

As he spoke, he reached into his bag.

"What, what?"

"Don't think that you can get away with this little favor!"

"This kind of thing..."

"It's not an example!"

Finally able to have a peaceful conversation, Cheng Zaochun asked, "You caused a big battle in America?"

"How do you know it?"

"We are in China but not isolated from the world. The media has reported it."

In the eyes of many media, foreign farts are delicious these days, and many unimaginable "benefits" about foreign countries in later generations entered China through media reports at this time.

However, there is really nothing worthy of "distortion" about the response caused by the media report on Lin Weimin in the United States this time.

It's full of positive energy!
"Take it easy when you come back, don't keep thinking about the outside world, and think about the development of the club next year." Cheng Zaochun urged.

Lin Weimin said a few perfunctory words, and came out of Cheng Zaochun's office.

Not long after returning to the office, Yu Hua ran in.

"Hey, Teacher Lin, you are finally back!"

Lin Weimin looked up at him, "What's the matter?"

That means: if you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, get out of here.

Yu Hua stopped his exaggerated tone and said, "A friend wants to meet you and take a photo of you."

"Taking pictures of me? Reporters?"

"No, photographer."

Yu Hua introduced his friends to Lin Weimin.

Xiao Quan published the Sanmao photography album "Birds of Paradise" in 1991, held a solo exhibition in Switzerland in 1992, and participated in a photography group exhibition in France this year.

With this layer of foreign gold plating, Xiao Quan is very well-known in the domestic photography circle and is known as the best portrait photographer in China.

This time, Xiao Quan entrusted Yu Hua to help him take pictures of Lin Weimin. It is a series of portrait photography he has created since the mid-80s, called "Our Generation".

In the past six or seven years, Xiao Quan has photographed many domestic cultural trendsetters, such as Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, Cui Jian, Yang Liping...

Among them are many acquaintances of Lin Weimin, such as Shi Tiesheng, Yu Hua, Jia Pingwa, Tong Zhonggui, Wang Shuo and others.

So many acquaintances, no one else asked, but Yu Hua.

Or how to say it is a courtesan!

Yu Hua talked for a long time, he was afraid that Lin Weimin would not agree, so he praised Xiao Quan to the sky.

"Okay, okay. You can take him to my house on weekends, and then bring Cheng Hong and his son, and have dinner together at noon."

Yu Hua suddenly smiled, "Alright."

On the weekend, the three members of Yu Hua's family came to the small courtyard, followed by a middle-aged man with a beard and a camera around his neck, looking around as soon as he entered the courtyard.

When we met, we shook hands and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Xiao Quan took out some photos he had taken, as well as some works he posted on "Modern Photography".

Lin Weimin took it, looked at it, pointed at one of the photos and joked: "You can't make me look so crooked."

In the photo of his finger, the background is full of falling snowflakes, and the ground and roof are dyed white.

Under the pole is the stop sign of the bus station, No. 43, Tuanjiehu Station.

A man who was even hairier than Xiao Quan at this moment faced the camera with an evil smile on his face.

Yu Hua said: "Mr. Lin, how can this be crooked melon and cracked dates? What an artistic temperament! Look at the texture of this skin, look at this sparse beard, look at this rough skin..."

The man in the photo is none other than him.

This photo is when Yu Hua went to his friend Wang Bin’s house to meet Xiao Quan. Xiao Quan wanted to take a picture of Yu Hua. He happened to pass by the Tuanjiehu bus station after he came out. Xiao Quan asked Yu Hua to take this photo at the bus station. .

Lin Weimin interrupted Yu Hua's boasting, and said to Xiao Quan: "I've finished reading the photos, what's the matter? Let's take pictures first?"

Xiao Quan was a little cautious from the moment he entered the door. Seeing that Lin Weimin was so happy, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Xiao Quan had two cameras hung on his chest, one was Canon's EOS-1 and the other was EOS10, both cameras used by professional photographers.

He grabbed a machine and first framed Lin Weimin in the camera, trying to find a feeling.

"Did it take a picture? How do I pose?"

"No, I'm just looking for my feelings first. What do you usually like to do?" Xiao Quan asked.

"Watch TV, read a book, water the flowers."

Lin Weimin's answer was full of boredom of a middle-aged man, without the slightest air of an artist.

"How about we go to the courtyard to shoot?" Xiao Quan suggested.

Lin Weimin readily agreed, and he wore a gray sweater with a sweetheart collar in the room.

To go out, Tao Huimin put a black coat on him.

Standing in front of the main room in the courtyard, Xiao Quan grabbed the camera.

In the camera, the pants of Lin Weimin's lower body are not harmoniously matched, and Xiao Quan focuses the camera on his upper body.

Black coat, gray sweetheart neck sweater, star eyebrows, clear edges and corners, Lin Weimin in the camera looks chic and uninhibited, he was smiling at the camera at the beginning.

As the camera focused, Lin Weimin's smile slowly faded.

Until one frame, Lin Weimin completely suppressed his smile. He stood in the best position of the picture, calmly looking at the camera, with a refined and calm demeanor, his face like a flat lake, calm and calm.

Xiao Quan's fingers and lens captured this moment accurately, and he kept pressing the shutter towards Lin Weimin.

A few seconds later, the film was shot like a shuttle bullet.

This is enough, Xiao Quan thought to himself.

"Did you finish shooting?" Lin Weimin asked when he saw Xiao Quan put down the camera.

"It's over."

"Come in, come in, it's too cold outside."

Lin Weimin went back into the house trembling, and Xiao Quan followed him.

The two children were being taken care of by a nanny. Tao Huimin and Cheng Hong were chatting. When Lin Weimin came back, Tao Huimin asked, "Filming finished? So soon?"

"Take a picture, it's not acting." Lin Weimin said to her.

"Then I'll take care of the children and let Sister Sun and Sister Qin cook."

"Don't worry, it's only after nine o'clock, and there will be time to cook at ten o'clock."

Lin Weimin took Yu Hua and Xiao Quan to sit down to drink tea and chat. Xiao Quan is a photographer. He has photographed many cultural celebrities over the years. He has seen a lot and has a lot of material for chatting.

Since the 80s, exchanges in various fields in China's cultural circles have been very close, and most of Xiao Quan's subjects are those friends in the cultural circles.

For example, when he met Lu Peng, he helped him open the door to the art world; when he met He Liwei, he helped him open the door to the literary world.

Lv Peng was originally the editor of "Drama and Film", focusing on the translation and research of works in the field of fine arts. In 92, he hosted the "Guangzhou Biennale" and was well-known in the domestic fine arts circle.

He Liwei is a writer from Hunan, and he has a wide range of friends in the circle of writers.

Circles are born from such interactions.

Lin Weimin listened with relish to Xiao Quan's description of his interactions with people in the cultural world. Compared with Xiao Quan's circle, Lin Weimin's circle was undoubtedly much more closed.

It is basically the circle of writers, and they are all familiar with each other.

Most of the rest are people in the film and television industry, such as Zhang Yimou, Cheng Kaige, and Zheng Xiaolong.

"Your life should be envied by many young people, right?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Xiao Quan smiled bitterly, "What's there to envy? Those who engage in art are poor, and those who engage in photography are even poorer. Sometimes I can't even pay for travel and accommodation, so I rely on the help of my friends."

"It's better to be a great writer like you!" Xiao Quan finally added.

Those who engage in art are all poor, except Teacher Lin.

The fact that Lin Weimin is rich is not news in the Chinese cultural circle.

But only after meeting, can we have a concrete concept.

I live in a courtyard house in Sanjin, Yanjing. There is a Mercedes Benz parked at the door and there are two nannies at home.

Among the people Xiao Quan has met over the years, not to mention those who are engaged in art, even if they are bosses, there are not many people who have the qualifications like Lin Weimin.

"Many people in our country always like to pretend to be noble when they engage in art, and are ashamed to talk about profit, which is wrong.

Of course, art cannot be disturbed by external objects in the process of creation, but when the results appear, it has the attribute of a commodity.

The theory of "art is priceless" is harmful to the development of any art form. "

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, Xiao Quan said: "You are right. But some people want to make money in art, but they can't make money."

"Don't worry, the market hasn't been cultivated yet, so how can the audience pay for it?" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Xiao Quan has been abroad several times, and has a deep understanding of the market and audience that Lin Weimin mentioned.

Just like when he went to France to participate in a joint photography exhibition, there were people who saw it and people who were willing to pay for the photographer's work.

But this is not the case in China today, let alone spending money on photos, and no one even wants to see photography exhibitions.

"Many art forms are hobbies of the minority, and we cannot demand too much attention from the public. As long as we serve a small audience well, it is enough for an artist to live well." Lin Weimin said.

His words were obviously a response to Xiao Quan's slight complaints just now, Xiao Quan pondered for a moment, then nodded seriously.

(End of this chapter)