1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 82 Yu Hua with a Very Low Bottom Line

The next day.

Wang Shuo woke up from a strange room, and there was no one else in the room except him.

He glanced at his watch, it was already past nine in the morning.

He rubbed his forehead, thinking that he seemed to have drunk too much yesterday.

It's a mistake to drink!
He got up and checked the surrounding environment. This should be a dormitory. Thinking of Lin Weimin and the others he met yesterday, they probably brought him here.

The desk next to the wall was in a mess, and it was obvious that the owner used it frequently, and Lin Weimin's appearance immediately popped up in Wang Shuo's mind.

When Wang Shuo walked out of the dormitory, someone occasionally passed by in the corridor. After asking Wang Shuo, he found out that this was the back building of the Guowen Society.

Wang Shuo did not expect that he came to the Guowen Society by mistake. He grew up in the army compound and served in the army in 77. During his time in the army, he showed special talents in literature and art. In 78, he began to create literature, and his maiden short story "Waiting" was published in "Liberation|Liberation|Army Literature and Art".

"Liberation | Liberation | Army Literature and Art" took a fancy to Wang Shuo's talent, so he was transferred to the editorial department as an editor. In 80, Wang Shuo retired from the army and returned to Yanjing to work as a salesman in the drug wholesale store of Yanjing Pharmaceutical Company. The dream of literature in his heart has never been extinguished. For him, a place like Guowenshe is full of sacredness.

He inquired and found Lin Weimin who was working.

"Yo! Wake up? I'm not talking about you. You can't drink enough. You have a lot of guts." Seeing Wang Shuo, Lin Weimin teased.

Wang Shuo blushed a little. He was arrogant when he was drinking yesterday, but he collapsed before finishing the meal. He vaguely remembered that he had said a lot of bad things to Lin Weimin after drinking too much.

"Hey!" Wang Shuo smiled awkwardly, "Drink too much!"

"There is porridge in the pot for you, have you eaten it?"

When Wang Shuo got up, he didn't notice at all, he shook his head.

"You drank so much last night, you need something to eat in the morning."

Lin Weimin led Wang Shuo back to the dormitory on the third floor, let him eat, and asked, "Are you late for work?"

"It's okay. In my class, it doesn't matter if I get in or not."

He doesn't have any sense of belonging or accomplishment in his current job. He only thinks about two things, one is to make money, and the other is to write.

When Wang Shuo was talking, he saw "The Cliff" on the table, which was published by Lin Weimin just now.

He picked up the book, "You are quite efficient. I remember that I saw this novel on the album of "Contemporary" in November, and it was published in just a few days."

"Isn't this the convenience of having the Guowen Society!"

Wang Shuo flipped through the novel, and suddenly thought of his brashness after drinking yesterday, so he glanced at Lin Weimin with a guilty conscience, and couldn't help but feel remorse for his recklessness.

"Just take it if you like it." Lin Weimin said.

Wang Shuo pretended to be very interested, and added inexplicably, "Your novel is well written."

"Really?" Lin Weimin had a vague smile on his face, and Wang Shuo couldn't help laughing out of embarrassment.

The two looked at each other and smiled, full of tacit understanding.

"By the way, you haven't forgotten what you promised me yesterday, have you?"

Wang Shuo was taken aback, "What's the matter?"

"Contribute to "Contemporary"!"

Wang Shuo vaguely remembered that it seemed that he had indeed said this yesterday.

"Hey, I was just too drunk and messed up. The requirements of your "Contemporary" are so high, I can't improve my level."

"Don't be so unconfident in yourself. Things are written by people. I'm optimistic about you."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder with a determined expression on his face, which confused Wang Shuo.

I, the client, have no confidence. Where did your blind confidence come from?
After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Shuo could only attribute Lin Weimin's attitude to heroes cherishing heroes. He thought that since he said big things yesterday, it would be too contemptuous if he was cowardly now.

"Okay. I promise you, the first thing you write will be brought to your "Contemporary" in the future, unless you don't want it."

"Hey, that's right!" Lin Weimin smiled gratifiedly.

Another rising star has arrived!

Zhijiang, Haiyan County.

Postmen in green overalls rode bicycles through the streets and alleys of Haiyan County, and the crisp bicycle bells rang through the streets and alleys.

"Clap!"

When passing by a small courtyard, the postman didn't even stop for a moment, and threw a piece of mail in along the fence.

A few seconds later, a voice came from the courtyard.

"Son, it seems that the manuscript has been returned."

Yu Hua came to the wall and picked up the returned manuscript, without any sign of discouragement on his face, "It's okay, I'll send it to another place."

Yu Hua's father didn't say anything, he knew his son's tricks too well.

Regardless of how the manuscript is, first send it directly to "People's Literature" and "Harvest". Just go to "Yanjing Literature", "Shanghai Literature"...

The old father really wanted to say something to his son.

Damn it, the bottom line of a person is retreated step by step.

But he looked at his son's indifferent expression, and the words twitched around his mouth and didn't come out.

His son knew that this kid was cunning since he was a child, so how could he do what he said.

Yu Hua took the manuscript and entered the room. He thought that this time it was the same as before, the editor said the manuscript was useless before returning it.

But after he opened the rejection letter, he realized that the situation seemed a little different this time.

Two minutes later, Yu Hua shouted with joy, "Dad! Dad! Where is the "Contemporary" I bought earlier?"

"Which one?" There were too many magazines at home, and Yu's father didn't know which magazine his son was looking for.

Yu Hua couldn't wait to find it by himself, and finally found the magazine he wanted after searching in the room for a long time.

He couldn't wait to open this "Contemporary", quickly looked up the name on it, and finally found that name on one of the pages.

"What's wrong?" Father Yu leaned forward and asked.

Yu Hua looked up at his father, his face was full of happiness that comes from suffering, "Dad, your son and I are going to be prosperous!"

Father Yu was overjoyed, "The novel has been published?"

His father's words instantly brought Yu Hua back to his original form, "That's not true."

"Then why are you so excited!" My father was overjoyed and cursed.

Yu Hua raised the letter in his hand, "The editor sent me a letter, and I said that I have talent, let me write well in the future, and then contribute to them."

"Oh?" Father Yu's expression was a little surprised. His son has experienced so many rejections, but this rejection letter is indeed different.

"Isn't the editor just being polite to you?"

Yu Hua waved his hands, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He opened the "Contemporary" again, "Dad, look! The one who wrote to me was Lin Weimin, the writer who wrote "Cliff". He is now the editor of "Contemporary"."

Father Yu checked it carefully, and it was true.

He couldn't help feeling very relieved that he could make such a high-level writer look good. It seems that his son is really talented in the field of literature!
(End of this chapter)