Chapter 144 Broken Appointment
After arriving at Qin Chaoyang's office and waiting for a few minutes, the other party called again and Lin Weimin picked up the phone.
"Hello, is this Comrade Lin Weimin?"
"Hello, I'm Lin Weimin, who are you?"
"Hello, Comrade Lin Weimin. I am the director of Qindao TV Station. My name is Ren Hao. I listened to your novel "The Cliff" on the radio some time ago. I think the content is very good. Now our station plans to film "The Cliff" into a TV series. I would like to ask for your opinion."
Lin Weimin was a little surprised after hearing this. Adapted into a TV series?
He pondered for a moment and said, "Please let me think about this matter."
Ren Hao said, "Of course. How about this, you are in Yanjing now, how about I go to Yanjing and we can meet and talk in detail, what do you think?"
Coming directly to the door, it seems that there is a strong desire for adaptation.
"Okay, then we'll talk in detail when we meet."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Weimin said to Qin Chaoyang: "The director of Qindao TV Station has the idea of adapting "The Cliff" into a TV series."
Qin Chaoyang nodded: "That's a good thing. It expands the influence of the work."
When they returned to the office, everyone asked Lin Weimin what phone call he had received. After he told them, everyone was amazed again.
"It was just broadcast on the radio at the beginning of the year, and now it's going to be on TV. Wei Min's novel is really going to make me eat for the rest of my life. No wonder I've lost the motivation to create recently!"
After hearing what everyone said, Lin Weimin thought, should he write something?
Otherwise, if you keep doing this, people will accuse you of living off your past achievements.
But what can we do?
"Hey, Weimin, I remember that your movie 'Insidious' was also pretty good, not worse than 'The Cliff'. Why is there no news about it?" Yao Shuzhi suddenly said.
Lin Weimin said: "How would I know?"
Speaking of "The Hidden Corner", it seems that there is a bit of a missed gem among Lin Weimin's works.
Apart from the slight splash it caused when it was first published in Zhongshan, its influence was not that great.
In fact, if you think about it, this result is normal. The characteristics of "Insidious" itself are detailed and meticulous, which is completely different from the publicity and extroversion of "The Cliff".
It's like a pot of tea, you have to sip it slowly to appreciate its flavor.
Until now, Lin Weimin occasionally receives letters from readers of "The Hidden Corner". Their evaluation of this work is inseparable from one feeling - it has great staying power.
After thinking about it randomly, Lin Weimin thought it would be nice to write another spy novel, maybe a trilogy!
He selected the works to be written in his mind, and after thinking for a while, he quickly chose the target.
It's you.
Having set his goal, Lin Weimin's eyes became determined, and he couldn't wait to get down to work.
Unfortunately, the conditions did not allow it, so he ran to Meng Weizai's office when it was almost time to get off work.
"What's up?"
"Director, I need leave!"
"Leave? Personal leave? Sick leave?" The old comrade looked at Lin Weimin.
"Creation is fake!"
"Creative fake?"
Meng Weizai thought for several seconds and responded, "Isn't it possible for you to work during the day and create at night?"
"I want to concentrate on my creation without distractions."
"Then you might as well stop working and become a full-time writer. You've joined the Writers Association now anyway," Meng Weizai said unhappily.
"That's different. Life is too boring if I'm a full-time creator. Inspiration doesn't come all the time. There are many times when I don't have any inspiration. What should I do then?"
Lin Weimin spoke his fallacies and heresies with such confidence that Meng Weizai was so angry that he laughed.
He was about to scold Lin Weimin when he remembered what he had said to Wei Junyi.
Forget it, forget it. He is a lucky man after all, so you should be more tolerant.
He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "So you have some inspiration now?"
"Um."
"How long do you plan to take off?"
Lin Weimin thought for a moment and said, "Ten days!"
"Ten days? To write a short story?"
"No, a long one."
A surprised expression appeared on Meng Weizai's face. "Write a novel in ten days?"
"What's wrong? I spent a week writing Farewell My Concubine."
Meng Weizai wanted to hit someone after hearing these words. Are all young people nowadays so brave?
"Director, don't worry. I will be out of quarantine in ten days and I guarantee that my work will not be delayed." Lin Weimin promised.
Meng Weizai waved his hand helplessly at him, "Got it, go ahead."
"Thank you, Director."
After Lin Weimin left, Meng Weizai looked at his back and smiled bitterly, "This Monkey King!"
He thought of the ten days Lin Weimin mentioned and said to himself, "If he really gets ten days to write a long novel, it will probably break a record!"
The old comrade thought to himself that he had never heard of any great talent who could write a long novel in just ten days.
After work, Lin Weimin returned home and said to Han Zhuangzhuang with a serious face: "Zhuangzhuang, my uncle has an important task for you these days."
Han Zhuangzhuang thought it was a big deal, so he stood up and said solemnly: "Uncle, tell me what you want me, your nephew, to do. Go through fire and water..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Weimin interrupted Han Zhuangzhuang's impassioned speech, "I won't leave the house these few days, prepare three meals for me."
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Are you going to lie down in bed?"
"Get lost!" Lin Weimin cursed angrily, "Your uncle is going to stay in seclusion to write. If there is nothing important to do these days, don't disturb me. If someone comes to see me, just say I'm busy."
Han Zhuangzhuang breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me."
After explaining everything to Han Zhuangzhuang, Lin Weimin really stayed at home and even had Han Zhuangzhuang bring dinner to his study.
When he entered the room, he saw Lin Weimin bending over the desk, writing furiously with great devotion. This was the first time he witnessed Lin Weimin's creative appearance.
Han Zhuangzhuang felt excited when he thought that his uncle's works were created under such circumstances.
It was because there were no smartphones and Moments in that era, otherwise Han Zhuangzhuang would have taken a selfie and "accidentally" included his uncle who was working hard on his writing.
On this day, Lin Weimin worked until very late.
Before going to bed, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.
I was feeling sleepy and my brain was not working properly.
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore. Nothing matters other than life and death.
Time passes quickly and goes by in a flash.
When Lin Weimin pulled himself away from the carefully woven story, he inevitably felt a little dazed.
"Strong! Strong!"
During these ten days, Lin Weimin spoke no more than ten sentences a day, and his voice was a little hoarse when he first opened his mouth.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
Han Zhuangzhuang walked in from outside holding a bowl of noodles.
"What day is it today?"
"It's the 29th."
Lin Weimin calculated and it was exactly ten days.
He looked at the bowl in Han Zhuangzhuang's hand and said unhappily, "Why didn't you bring a bowl to your uncle after dinner?"
Han Zhuangzhuang held a noodle in his mouth, his eyes full of fear, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Are you confused? Didn't you just eat?"
Have you ever eaten it?
Lin Weimin glanced at the table and saw that there was indeed an empty bowl placed in the corner of the desk.
It seems that I was too engrossed in eating while writing just now.
Lin Weimin coughed and said, "Have you learned anything? This is called forgetting to eat and sleep."
Han Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Weimin with suspicion. He felt that his uncle must be getting senile and confused.
"By the way, you have nothing to do these days, right?"
"Nothing." Han Zhuangzhuang was chewing noodles when he suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, by the way. Someone came to see you a few days ago and said he was from a TV station. I stopped him and sent him back."
Lin Weimin slapped his head.
Oops, I finally remembered what I forgot!
It must be Ren Hao from Qindao TV Station who came to look for him. He probably went to the Chinese Literature Society first but found he was not there, then he found out his home address and came here.
Before he went into seclusion, he specifically told Zhuangzhuang not to let anyone disturb him, so this cannot be blamed on his eldest nephew.
What should I do? I had made an appointment with the other person, but when he showed up, I didn't see him. Lin Weimin could imagine how angry the other person must be.
Lin Weimin asked, "Zhuangzhuang, is that person still there?"
"I don't know. He came twice, but I didn't let him in. I haven't seen him since then."
He must have been angry and left. Thinking of this, Lin Weimin could no longer sit still, so he walked into the yard, rode his bicycle and was about to go out.
"Uncle, where are you going?"
"I'm going to make a phone call."
Lin Weimin guessed that Ren Hao must have been angry and left, so he rode his bike straight to the Chinese Literature Society, preparing to go to the unit to call and apologize.
He rushed to the back building of the Chinese Literature Society, and without even entering the office, he pushed open the door of Qin Chaoyang's office. Just as he was about to speak, he found that Qin Chaoyang and a middle-aged man in his forties were looking at him in astonishment.
"Editor-in-chief, do you have a guest?"
The astonishment on Qin Chaoyang's face faded, and he smiled instead. He stood up and said to the middle-aged man enthusiastically: "Come on, Director Ren, this is Comrade Lin Weimin, whom you have been waiting for for several days!"
After Qin Chaoyang finished speaking, it was Lin Weimin's turn to be stunned. He looked at Qin Chaoyang, then at Ren Hao, "Are you Director Ren? You didn't leave?"
"Hello, Teacher Lin. I was planning to leave..."
"Let me say it," Qin Chaoyang interrupted. He frowned and scolded, "Weimin, I'm not saying anything bad about you. You had an appointment with Director Ren, how could you break it? You made Director Ren wait for you in our editorial office for three days. If Lao Meng hadn't told me about your situation, I would have been angry too."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lin Weimin said to Ren Hao with an apologetic look on his face.
"The day after I talked to you on the phone, I just got some inspiration. I asked our director for leave to go home and write, and I forgot about your matter. I also specifically told our family not to let anyone disturb me, so he didn't let you in when you went there.
Oops, I’m so sorry! Sorry! "
Ren Hao laughed and said, "Editor-in-Chief Qin has told me about your situation. I was a little angry when I didn't see you at first, but I have been chatting with Editor-in-Chief Qin these past two days and heard a lot of strange stories in the literary world. I think your story can be counted as one of them. I am quite happy to think so. I will have something to talk about with my colleagues when I go back."
Ren Hao's hearty smile made Lin Weimin feel even more sorry.
"Director Ren, I'm so sorry. How about this, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Firstly, it's to apologize to you, and secondly, it's to welcome you."
Ren Hao said, "You can have a reception, but there's no need to have a drink to apologize. I've troubled your Editor-in-Chief Qin a lot these past two days."
"Our editor-in-chief is here to clean up the mess for me, so I have to invite both of you." Lin Weimin smiled at Qin Chaoyang, "Editor-in-chief, you have to give me this face, otherwise Director Ren's apology here will not be sincere enough."
Qin Chaoyang readily agreed, "Okay, let's have a meal together and let Weimin apologize."
After talking about dinner in the evening, Lin Weimin and Ren Hao left Qin Chaoyang's office. They couldn't always occupy the leader's office.
Taking advantage of this time, the two chatted in the corridor about the adaptation of "The Cliff".
Even though he had broken his promise, Ren Hao waited in the editorial office for several days, which showed how sincere he was. How could Lin Weimin possibly refuse him?
After talking about this, Lin Weimin pulled Ren Hao into the editor's office.
Everyone was a little surprised to see Lin Weimin.
"Weimin, did you just run out from the deep mountains and forests?"
Only then did Lin Weimin notice his current image. He had hardly taken care of himself during the ten days of seclusion while writing. It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that he looked like a savage, but it was true that he did not care about his appearance.
Lin Weimin didn't care. He said sorry to Ren Hao and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
After get off work, Lin Weimin asked Ren Hao for his opinion and then took him and Qin Chaoyang to Donglaishun.
When they arrived, Lin Weimin ordered six pounds of mutton. Qin Chaoyang said, "I can't eat that much."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's okay. If you can't finish it, I'll cover it. In this day and age, is there any meat that you can't eat?"
All three of them laughed. It was just as Lin Weimin said, when people just had enough to eat, there would be nothing left on the table except meat.
Prepare the ingredients in the pot, cut the mutton into slices so thin that it is translucent. Once the meat is in the pot, a whole plate of meat is gone in a few chopsticks. The people who eat it are sweating profusely and enjoying it very much.
Lin Weimin would occasionally offer a glass of wine, "Director Ren, I'm so sorry. I apologize to you again."
Ren Hao quickly raised his glass and said, "Teacher Lin, you've been talking about this for the whole afternoon. I feel embarrassed if you continue."
After they drank the wine, Ren Hao continued, "In fact, you suddenly broke into Editor-in-Chief Qin's office at noon. I was quite touched to see your state. Your nephew told me before that you were working on a creative project, and Director Qin and your colleagues in the editorial department also told me. When I saw your expression, I knew that you must have remembered this matter and ran to me immediately, without even bothering to clean up. So, Mr. Lin, please stop apologizing."
Qin Chaoyang laughed out loud when he heard this and said, "Oh, it's really refreshing to talk about it. This can really be considered an anecdote!"
Ren Hao nodded, "That's right!"
After drinking, the three of them came out from Donglaishun. Ren Hao wanted to go alone and asked Lin Weimin to take Qin Chaoyang home. Qin Chaoyang was over 60 years old and had drunk a lot of wine today.
After sending Qin Chaoyang to the door of his house, he said to Lin Weimin, "Weimin, I was talking about Lu Yao before. Look at you now. Don't you look like you don't care about your life when you are creating? Don't do this in the future. You must take care of your body. Your body is the capital of revolution."
Lin Weimin nodded, "Editor-in-chief, I understand. Thank you."
"Don't take it to heart, you'll cry someday."
Lin Weimin said sternly: "I promise you that I will never do this again."
"Yeah." Qin Chaoyang nodded with satisfaction.
After Lin Weimin left, Qin Chaoyang muttered to himself: "Fake creation? You are so smart to come up with that!"
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