1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 88 New Inspiration
"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Shi Tiesheng was used to familiar voices coming from the yard every now and then. He rolled his wheelchair to the door and opened it, only to see Lin Weimin entering the house carrying things.

"What is this?" Shi Tiesheng asked.

"The benefits from the unit, how can I eat so much by myself, I will send some to your family."

Shi Tiesheng sighed imperceptibly, more and more favors were owed to the people.

It's not that he never thought of rejecting Lin Weimin, but every time Lin Weimin's enthusiasm always made him unable to refuse, he could only silently hide this gratitude in his heart.If there is an opportunity in the future, it must be doubled and returned to the people.

What Lin Weimin sent to Shi Tiesheng's family was a bag of Fuqiang flour and ten catties of pork. Father Shi stood there and kept looking at his son, not knowing how to respond to this kindness.

"For the people, what can you tell me to say!"

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Hi! Why are you being polite to me? If you want to thank me, you can write more manuscripts and send them to our "Contemporary"."

Shi Tiesheng shook his head helplessly. Even if he wrote a manuscript for "Contemporary", it didn't mean he could repay Lin Weimin's favor. He was just comforting himself.

"Where's Shi Lan?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Going out to play. These kids are going crazy at the end of the year." Shi Tiesheng said.

Father Shi poured Lin Weimin a cup of tea, Lin Weimin got up and said, "Thank you uncle."

Father Shi nodded, he was not good at words.

Lin Weimin saw that the radiator he brought last time had been installed, and asked, "Did the radiator work?"

Father Shi showed a smile on his face, "It's much warmer than before, thanks to you Weimin."

From the moment Lin Weimin entered the house, he felt that the house was a little warmer than before. It was estimated that the temperature had risen by at least two or three degrees.

"As long as it works, Tiesheng's body can't be frozen." He said happily.

Father Shi showed emotion, "Thanks to you thinking about Tiesheng..."

"Uncle, look at what you said, Tiesheng and I are friends, that is, we have this convenient condition, don't take it seriously."

Lin Weimin was chatting with Shi Tiesheng and his son when the door of the house was pushed open from the outside with a slam. Shi Lan rushed into the house with excitement on his face, "Brother Lin, are you here?"

She was playing outside just now, and when she heard that there were guests at their house, she immediately ran home.

Among brother's friends, Lin Weimin was the one who came the most frequently, and every time she came, she would have a big meal, and the food hadn't been improved for several days, Shi Lan's gluttons were about to rebel.

Lin Weimin looked at Shi Lan amusedly, knowing what this girl was thinking without guessing.

Before he could speak, Shi Lan's eyes fell on the rich powder and pork he had brought, and her eyes lit up.

Shi Tiesheng and Lin Weimin looked at each other, with a doting wry smile on their faces.

When Lin Weimin was chatting with Shi Tiesheng, Shi Lan was circling around the flour and pork. It seemed that she would not stop until she ate these things today.

"Brother Lin, you can have dinner at our house tonight." Shi Lan's tone was very sincere.

"Okay!"

Shi Lan jumped up excitedly, as long as Brother Lin eats at home, the food will definitely not be bad.Besides, he just sent so many things.

Father Shi was the happiest when Lin Weimin stayed for dinner, at least he could express his gratitude to Lin Weimin with his own craftsmanship.

"Have you written anything recently?" Shi Tiesheng asked Lin Weimin while Father Shi was cooking.

"I have no idea yet," Lin Weimin said.

He really didn't think about what to write next. The few novels he wrote before were basically written under the pressure of others, such as "The Death of Yula", "Latent", "The Cliff" Also like this.

Now that he has left the environment of the Wen Lecture Institute, he has also adapted to the intensity of the work, and he is a little at a loss for a while, not knowing where to start writing.

"Then read what I wrote."

Shi Tiesheng picked up the manuscript he had just finished writing from the desk.

The title is "Green Dream", and the length is very short, maybe not even [-] words.

I don't know if he has developed a professional habit. After reading it, Lin Weimin only reacted in disbelief. This manuscript cannot be published in "Contemporary".

Shi Tiesheng paid attention to his expression, "It seems that I still have to work hard!"

"Well written."

"It's not bad, but not up to the standard of your "Contemporary", right?" Shi Tiesheng asked with a smile.

Lin Weimin did not lie and nodded.

The novel "Green Dream" is in line with the temperament of Shi Tiesheng's early works. It is not strong in narrative, but more like prose, such as "My Distant Qingping Bay" that will make him famous in the future. Even Shi Tiesheng himself said This novel is more prose than fiction.

"I understand. I didn't plan to publish this novel at all. It just came from a dream. I also know that the writing is not very good."

"When writing this kind of thing, I am most afraid of self-righteous self-appreciation. Your mentality is very good now." Lin Weimin said.

Shi Tiesheng said: "Why do I feel that you don't seem to be praising me?"

"You have wronged me. It is very important for a creator to have a clear understanding of himself and his works."

Shi Tiesheng had to admit that what Lin Weimin said was very reasonable. If a person does not have a correct understanding of what he has written, it is impossible to write a good work.

"You are not an editor for nothing, now you can sum it up."

"Hehe, it's all work experience!"

The two were chatting, and Father Shi had already prepared the meal.

After eating at Shi Tiesheng's house, Lin Weimin rode back to the dormitory.

He thought of the picture of Shi Tiesheng sitting in a wheelchair and letting him read the manuscript, and suddenly felt a little depressed.

Tiesheng's creative conditions are so poor, he can keep writing.Looking at myself again, it's really a bit decadent.

Thinking of this, he picked up his pen.

But what to write?

After much deliberation, Lin Weimin turned his attention to the movies he was familiar with.

Looking for works that fit the characteristics of this era and can resonate with people, Lin Weimin quickly thought of a movie.

This film has made a great director. After its release, it has won numerous awards and has been regarded as a classic of a generation of film history by countless people. It is also adapted from the novel.

It's a pity that readers often comment that the style of the original novel is not one-tenth as good as the movie, so the author of the original work is completely criticized.

Lin Weimin recalled the plot of the movie over and over again in his mind, and decided that it was a good work worthy of being turned into a novel.

After sorting out all the details in his mind, Lin Weimin began to write.

During this period of time, he hadn't started to write. He started to write suddenly, and his writing was a little slow. He got used to it for a while and guessed and found some feeling.

After writing for about an hour, he rubbed his sore wrist.

Looking back at the opening text, he shook his head in dissatisfaction.

As he said, creators must have a clear enough understanding of what they write, otherwise what they write will be difficult to see.

Lin Weimin crumpled the manuscript paper and threw it on the ground. This beginning needs to be polished and polished.

(End of this chapter)