Chapter 19 New Work
Everyone was talking about the feelings that Lin Weimin had just expressed and the ending of his adaptation. Everyone had different opinions, but they all affirmed the quality of Lin Weimin's ending.
By chance, Teacher Tang Yuqiu came back from outside and saw that everyone was chatting happily. She asked, "What are you talking about?"
Jiang Zilong repeated what Lin Weimin had just said. Tang Yuqiu nodded and said, "That's a good idea. You can definitely try to write it down!"
What?
Do you give yourself a homework while watching a movie?
Everyone looked at Lin Weimin with a look of anticipation. He begged for mercy, "Teacher Tang, I haven't written my review yet, so please don't assign me homework."
"How can this be called homework? You are all writers. When you have good inspirations and ideas, you should write them down. Think about showing it to me after you write it down, and I will treat it as a review after watching the movie."
After Tang Yuqiu finished speaking, he walked into the screening room and everyone burst into laughter.
Lin Weimin looked distressed and angrily asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Everyone laughed even louder, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Lin Weimin sighed.
At this time last year, he was extremely diligent in typing and writing. It shows that one cannot be too comfortable in this profession as a writer, otherwise there will be problems.
How many famous classics were written when the author was poor and destitute? How many writers ran out of ideas after they became successful?
Jiang Zilong patted Lin Weimin on the shoulder again, "Teacher Tang has high hopes for you, don't let her down!"
Ignoring his and everyone else's teasing, Lin Weimin returned to the screening room. The second movie that was shown was a Soviet movie called "Lakeside Sonata". Lin Weimin had never seen it, let alone heard of it, but the quality was surprisingly good, and he was left wanting more after watching it.
When we returned to the dormitory in a noisy manner, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
After turning off the lights, everyone was still reluctant to leave. Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao were still discussing the plot of the movie. Guo Yudao, a taciturn man, spoke a lot today, and Jiao Yundian also occasionally interjected a few words.
As they discussed, they started talking about the new ending of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" that Lin Weimin mentioned.
"This idea of serving the people is indeed good and should be written down."
"Yes, Weimin, when you have time, write it out for everyone to see. If nothing else, just based on your core, the quality of this work will definitely not be bad."
In fact, Lin Weimin didn't need anyone's instigation. He had been thinking about this question in his mind since Tang Yuqiu finished speaking.
His current thoughts were somewhat complicated. On the one hand, because of his identity as a time traveler, he wanted to use his advantage as a prophet to make some quick money and enjoy a comfortable life; on the other hand, he also knew that nothing in the world comes in vain, and you reap what you sow.
He has now achieved some small success in literary creation, which is a reward for his hard work a year ago, but it is also this year's harvest that has left him with some burdens.
There was a certain amount of trickery in his previous writings, including his recent research on translating the film and television works watched by later generations into text, which was also a kind of trick.
The trend of scar literature will soon pass, and various genres such as reform literature, root-seeking literature, and avant-garde literature will make their debut.
Do I have to keep taking shortcuts like this?
When scar literature becomes popular, write about scars; when reform literature becomes popular, write about reforms…
Lin Weimin felt a little uncomfortable, and perhaps he himself did not realize that his mentality was quietly changing.
"Let's follow what Mr. Tang said and write a new story based on the idea of the new ending of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
Before going to bed, one last thought flashed through Lin Weimin's mind.
The courses of the Institute of Literature and Research are a bit like flooding. It is impossible to instill a large amount of high-quality content into a large number of students in just two or three months without adopting this method.
The latest new course is Nie Gannu’s lecture on "Water Margin".
The name Nie Gannu is already unfamiliar to young people in later generations, but he was indeed a name that cannot be ignored in the Chinese literary world decades ago.
He is a poet, an essayist, an editor, and a researcher of classical literature. His writing style is novel yet charming, humorous yet full of bitterness, and is known as "a unique style of prose writing."
He is currently a consultant to the National Literature Publishing House. He also holds a number of official positions and is a leading figure.
After a morning of classes, Nie Gannu was surrounded by several classmates who were still discussing "Water Margin" with him.
Lin Weimin was not among them. He had not even read the original novel of "Water Margin". It was difficult for him to listen to the lectures, so how could he discuss this?
With more than ten minutes left before lunch, he was bending over his desk and writing furiously.
After dinner, Huang Zonghan asked, "Weimin, I see you've been writing very hard these past two days, are you almost done?"
Lin Weimin chewed his rice and said, "Almost done, but not the one I talked about that day."
"Is that the one you wrote earlier?"
"Um."
Huang Zonghan became interested when he heard it, "Can you let me take a look later?"
Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
During the lunch break after lunch, Huang Zonghan went to Lin Weimin to pick up his manuscript.
After reading two pages, Huang Zonghan glanced at Lin Weimin.
This text is a bit rough!
He had read Lin Weimin's previous award-winning article "A Matter of One Cent", and both the writing style and the story were completely different.
He read on patiently, slowly immersing himself in the story.
"Old Huang, don't you want to take a nap?"
Guo Yudao, who was in the next bed, saw that Huang Zonghan was watching seriously and asked him a question.
Huang Zonghan hummed, but his eyes were still on the manuscript paper.
Guo Yudao didn't say anything when he saw this. He just lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He had classes in the afternoon, so he had to get enough rest.
When he woke up, he stretched and got up from the bed, and found that Huang Zonghan was still leaning on the head of the bed, still holding Lin Weimin's manuscript in his hand, maintaining the same posture as before he went to sleep.
"Old Huang, are you still awake?"
Huang Zonghan was seeing the climax of the story and did not hear what Guo Yudao said.
At this time, Lin Weimin and Jiao Yundian also got up from the bed. Lin Weimin went to wash his face, and when he came back he saw Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao surrounding Huang Zonghan.
"What are you doing? This is?"
Guo Yudao raised his eyes from the words on the manuscript paper, "Old Huang was so obsessed with your novel that he didn't respond when we called him. We were curious and took a look at him."
Lin Weimin smiled, feeling a little proud, "So what did you see?"
"He's almost finished, what can we see from the middle?"
Guo Yudao said so, but based on the half of the content he just read, this work had already exerted great appeal on him.
"I have to go to class later, come back and watch it later."
The conversation between the two interrupted Huang Zonghan's fascination. He reluctantly put down the manuscript and went to class together with several people in the dormitory.
(End of this chapter)
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