Chapter 121: The Literary Youth for Forty Years
As soon as Lin Weimin finished speaking, the arms below all stood up. Lin Weimin pointed in the air and finally chose a girl from the acting class.
"Teacher Lin, do you have a girlfriend?" The girl stood up and asked in a tough tone.
There was a sudden burst of laughter in the classroom, and some boys even whistled.
In an environment where hormones are running high, questions like this are truly resonant with everyone.
Lin Weimin is very young. When he was giving a lecture just now, he introduced himself as being only 21 years old, which is younger than most of the students present.
In the early 1980s, there were many students in their twenties and thirties going to college. This was the case with Han Zhuangzhuang's amateur acting class, as well as students from the directing department, literature department, and even the neighboring Agricultural University who came to take classes.
Lin Weimin had already made a name for himself in literary creation at a young age, and he was also handsome. Many people present, especially girls, were more concerned about his personal issues than what he was saying.
"The topic of girlfriend is a little too personal. But since you all want to know, it's okay to tell you that I'm currently single."
"Oh~"
The classroom was noisy. Although the social atmosphere was relatively conservative these days, girls could be bold and unrestrained in such situations where the law did not hold everyone responsible.
Lin Weimin pressed his hands downwards, "Okay, okay, that's enough about my personal questions. Next, students, please raise some constructive questions."
There were still many arms standing up under the podium. Lin Weimin spotted Zhu Lin in the crowd and called out, "This student!"
Zhu Lin stood up and everyone's eyes were focused on her. Many people looked at her with a bit of surprise. Zhu Lin, who was in the 80's amateur acting class, was one of the most beautiful girls who had entered the acting department in the past two years.
"Hello, Teacher Lin. I would like to ask you about the creation story of the work "The Death of Euler." After asking the question, Zhu Lin looked at Lin Weimin quietly.
He smiled and asked, "Does this student like "The Death of Yura"? "
"Yeah." Zhu Lin nodded.
Lin Weimin raised his voice and asked, "Are there any students here who have watched "The Death of Yura"? "
The students below raised their hands sparsely. Lin Weimin made a rough count and found that there were about thirty or forty people, accounting for about one third of the total.
"Okay, everyone, please put your hands down."
"Just now this female classmate asked about the writing experience of "The Death of Euler". Actually, the origin of this novel was when I was in the Institute of Literature Research last year. The institute organized us students to go to Xiaoxitianer to watch a movie..."
When he said this, there was a buzz from the audience.
Going to the Chinese Film Archive in Xiaoxitian to watch movies is something that resonates so deeply with the students of Yanying that they go there almost every week.
"At that time, we were watching the American movie 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo'..." Lin Weimin said here, looking at everyone, "I think many of you should have seen this movie, right?"
The students below nodded vigorously, and their voices resonated more and more as the speech continued.
"After watching a movie, during the break, my classmates went outside to rest and talked about the plot of the movie. I talked about my feelings about the movie, and based on the plot of the movie, I casually changed the ending of the movie.
As a result, the students all thought it was very good, and the teacher who led the team allowed me to try to create a story with this ending, and this is the origin of "The Death of Euler."
After Lin Weimin finished his brief speech, the students below couldn't help but show longing on their faces.
For most people, the profession of writer is shrouded in mystery, especially when hearing Lin Weimin say that he wrote this novel while watching movies and chatting. This way of writing just hits the point in the students' yearning for literary creation, making everyone unable to help but be fascinated.
While the students were still immersed in the creation story of "The Death of Euler", Lin Weimin said: "I see that many students came with "People's Literature" today. I think they really like the novel "Farewell My Concubine"..."
The students below looked a little excited and nodded continuously.
“Just now I asked how many people have read The Death of Euler, actually I just wanted to compare the audiences of the two novels. The writing style of Farewell My Concubine is actually very popular, with the story as the core.
But "The Death of Euler" is different. Its existence is based on values. The characters, stories, contradictions and conflicts are all fuel for highlighting values.
The difference in the core is reflected in the reading experience. People who have read "Eula's Death" may be moved, but they will never cry as much as they did after reading "Farewell My Concubine".
From this point of view, "Eula's Death" is not as good as "Farewell My Concubine."
When Lin Weimin said this, a loud voice suddenly came from the back of the classroom.
"I don't agree with you, Teacher Lin!"
On the podium, Lin Weimin was startled by the sudden sound, and the students in the classroom also turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound came from.
A tall young man stood out from the crowd at the back of the classroom, his face serious.
Lin Weimin did not show any displeasure at his interruption. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "This student can come forward a little to facilitate our communication."
The young man walked forward aggressively, looking as if he was going to call someone to task.
The moment the young man stepped forward, Lin Weimin felt that he looked familiar, and asked him to come forward just to confirm.
When he walked to two or three meters away from Lin Weimin, Lin Weimin finally confirmed it.
Oh my god, it really is this stuff!
Turns out it’s Kaizi… No, it’s Kaige!
"Classmate, did you just say that you disagree with my opinion?" Lin Weimin asked.
"That's right!" Cheng Kaige said in a loud voice.
Without waiting for Lin Weimin to respond, he said passionately: "I think The Death of Euler is an extremely excellent work of magical realism. It can be said that it pioneered this kind of work in China and is destined to go down in the history of Chinese literature. In my opinion, Farewell My Concubine is too flattering and can only be regarded as a good popular novel."
After he finished speaking, he looked directly at Lin Weimin with a stern gaze, as if waiting for Lin Weimin to attack him.
Lin Weimin looked calmly at Cheng Kaige, who was like a fighting cock at the moment.
Not bad, not bad. He looks like a little master of reciting poetry in this state, exactly as Lin Weimin had imagined him to be.
Lin Weimin didn't know whether this guy was a real young fool or a fake one.
You say he is fake, but the way he came here looked like he was coming for a quarrel, and his tone of voice was very harsh, he almost denigrated "Farewell My Concubine" and wrote a piece of shit.
If you say he is sincere, this guy can praise "The Death of Yura" so much that even the original author Lin Weimin feels a little embarrassed.
It has to be you, the literary youth who has remained the same for forty years.
(End of this chapter)
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