1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 9
The tea party at the beginning of school is an ingenious idea. It was proposed by the director Xu Gang, and the leaders of the Cultural Association were also invited by him.

Comrade Li Ji, who was in charge of the work, was also invited here, but unfortunately, Comrade Li Ji passed away unexpectedly in the first ten days of this month.The cause of death was that he accidentally drank the medicinal wine that his son used to treat arthritis externally, and died suddenly of a heart attack.

It was Comrade Li Ji who first submitted a report to the Ministry of Rites to apply for the restoration of the Institute of Literature.

Then Li Ji gave Xu Gang a general direction - "While preparing, hold classes at the same time, first hold a short training class for novel writing."

This novel writing short course is the fifth period of the Institute of Literature where Lin Weimin and others are studying.

It should be said that without Comrade Li Ji, Lin Weimin and other 34 students would not have had this precious opportunity to study, and the Chinese literary world may or may not have the outstanding writers among this group of students.

This information is what the students have heard from the leaders and teachers of the institute in the past two days. Everyone is grateful for the deeds of this senior.

It's a pity, it's just one side.

Therefore, the first item of the tea party at the beginning of school is to mourn Comrade Li Ji.

After a brief moment of silence, the tea party was hosted by Xu Gang.

Without those clichéd procedures, leaders and lecturers such as Chen Huangmei, Sha Ting, and Feng Mu were seated directly.

Comrade Li Ji passed away suddenly, and Chen Huangmei was in charge of the work of the Cultural Association. He looked around the auditorium and said, "The conditions are a bit rough. It seems that our support for the Institute of Literature is not enough!"

Sha Ting read a sentence with a smile: "Xiongguan is as long as iron, and now I am going to start from the beginning."

Everyone knows that the Institute of Literature has been closed for 23 years, and it is even more difficult to restore the establishment than to establish it. It is not easy to resume the school in a short period of time.

The old comrades chatted for a while, reached out to grab a few small biscuits and ate them.Xu Gang, as the director of the Literature Research Institute, began to give a short report, and everyone listened while eating.

Xu Gang's speech was short, but no matter how you listened to it, it was full of bitter tears. At the end, he invited Chen Huangmei to come on stage and say a few words.

The old comrades were not too polite, and they really only said a few words when they went up.

"It is not easy for the Institute of Literature to resume its operation, and it is even more difficult for comrades. The students are very good, and I hope it will be better and better!"

He didn't sloppy at all, and stepped off the stage after speaking, which shocked the students in the audience.

After Chen Huangmei stepped down from the stage, he said cheerfully to Xu Gang: "Today's tea party is the home of your literary research institute, you should play more."

There was no special arrangement or program for the tea party. After the leaders finished their speeches, Xu Gang began to point out and let the teachers and students speak.

When Teacher Tang Yuqiu spoke on stage as a representative, Lin Weimin took the thermos from her hand.

In today's tea party, the cadres and teachers in the institute acted as receptionists and waiters.

The condition of the literary research institute is simple, there is not even a teapot, and the low-grade tea bought is poured directly into a thermos.

The taste of this thing is bad, it has the smell of tobacco leaves, and when it is put in a thermos, the taste will be even worse.

Lin Weimin played the role of guest waiter and went to the front table to refill the glasses of the leaders and teachers, and did not leave after the refills.

He squatted down and took out a book, with a pure face, "Hello, Teacher Wan, I really like your work, can you please sign it for me?"

The benevolent old man picked up the brand new play version of "Thunderstorm", which was published by Chuanshu People's Publishing House last year.

Lin Weimin glanced guiltily at the old comrade. He knew about Wan Jiabao, and he also knew about "Thunderstorm". Unfortunately, he hadn't read the book or the play, so he was afraid that the old comrade would ask a question on a whim.

Fortunately, the old comrade is very kind, so he took a pen and wrote on it: "I wish Wen Siquan Yong. Wan Jiabao, at the Institute of Literature on March 1980, 3."

That's it.

Wan Jiabao's signed version of "Thunderstorm" is in hand, and it will definitely be fine to take it out for a few meals in the future.

"Teacher, pen."

Lin Weimin pointed to the pen in Wan Jiabao's hand. The old comrade smiled and returned the pen to him, and then watched Lin Weimin walk towards another teacher.

"Mr. Wang Meng, I really like your work. Could you please sign it for me?"

The old comrade Wan Jiabao who had just signed his name didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The young man who was handsome just now suddenly looked a little hideous.

Wang Meng looked at the brand new "Long Live Youth" just published by People's Literature Publishing House last year in his hand, and felt similar to Wan Jiabao.

However, Lin Weimin is a boy who is called sweet by every teacher. His seniority is there, and it is not good not to sign, so Wang Meng signed his name casually.

After getting a few more meals, Lin Weimin was secretly happy.

Just as he was about to take "The Gold Rush" and rush to Sha Ting, a figure blocked in front of him.

At this time, Lin Weimin was half squatting because he came here by pouring tea. He was blocked by someone and wanted to change direction, but he was blocked again.

"Hey……"

Lin Weimin raised his head just as he was about to say a good dog doesn't get in the way, when he saw that it was the director Xu Gang who was pulling a face.

He shrank his head, "Good morning, Director!"

"You kid..."

Xu Gang's tone was stern, and he wanted to explode, but seeing so many seniors, leaders, and colleagues present, he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

"Hurry up and go back to your seat!"

"I'll pour a cup of tea for the teachers." Lin Weimin defended weakly.

"There are so many teachers, do we need you?"

Xu Gang suppressed the jumping three corpse gods, and gritted his teeth.

The county magistrate is not as good as he is now, Xu Gang is the boss of the literary research institute, Lin Weimin didn't dare to brag anymore, he stuffed the thermos bottle into Xu Gang's hand, and went back to his seat.

Xu Gang looked at the vacuum flask in his hand, dumbfounded, and exchanged glances with Wan Jiabao, Wang Meng and the others.

"Laughing!"

Several old comrades shook their heads with a smile, and Wang Meng said, "You little friend is an interesting person."

Xu Gang smiled wryly, and glanced at Lin Weimin's back.

interesting?

More or less stabbed.

The personnel relationship of the Literary Research Institute is simple. All the students are recommended by major literary magazines and publications, and Xu Gang, as the director, is also clear about their personal situation and creative experience.

This kid Lin Weimin has little creative experience and a miserable life experience, so he thought he was a poor person.

But when we really get to know each other, it's really pitiful.

There is a saying that poor people must be hateful, although it is not suitable for such use.But Xu Gang felt that it was just right for this kid.

Maybe Xu Gang himself didn't notice that apart from looking at Lin Weimin's files and works, he really knew Lin Weimin only the next day, and this kid's ability to leave such a deep impression on him cannot but be said to be a kind of ability.

When Lin Weimin returned to his table, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. There were still five or six books in his hand that were not signed.

But fortunately, he rubbed the two signed books in his hand, at least he didn't lose money.

(End of this chapter)