Chapter 20: Circulation
The next night, Lin Weimin asked Huang Zonghan for the manuscript of the novel.
"Old Huang, where is my manuscript?"
"Old Guo is watching."
Lin Weimin went to the cafeteria to look for Guo Yudao, and the answer he got was: "Gu Hua is watching."
"Don't pass it to me."
Lin Weimin gave this reminder, feeling quite proud inside.
Many of the students in the class have been working as writers for many years. If they can find a work pleasing to the eye and pass it around, then, if nothing else, it should be of high quality in terms of readability.
When he came back, he planned to continue conceiving the novel inspired by the ending of the adapted version of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", but was stopped by Huang Zonghan.
“Weimin, what were you thinking when you wrote this novel?”
"What do you think?"
Huang Zonghan hesitated for a moment: "It's just... the story is so strong..."
Lin Weimin instantly understood what Lao Huang meant. Today, the mainstream writing style in the literary world is still based on literary style. The core of the story is very important, and the writing form is very important.
Content is of course important, but a work like the one I wrote, which relies entirely on story, is more like a popular novel and is incompatible with the writing direction of most writers.
"A novel is just about writing a story," Lin Weimin said casually.
Huang Zonghan was stunned for a moment and wanted to refute Lin Weimin by saying that novels are not just stories, but somehow, he kept turning this sentence around in his mouth without saying it out loud.
For a moment, Huang Zonghan felt that Lin Weimin was at a higher level than himself in writing.
The two chatted for a few words, and Lin Weimin left the dormitory. He planned to stay in the conference room for a while as it was quiet there.
Then I saw Qu Xiaowei coming out of the dormitory with an envelope in his hand.
"Where are you going?"
"Do you manage it?"
"Virtue!"
If you don’t know, you might think it’s two old Yanjing people having a conversation.
Lin Weimin had sharp eyes and spotted the eye-catching stamp on Qu Xiaowei's envelope at a glance.
He stared at Qu Xiaowei and asked, "Do you use this stamp to send a letter?"
"What's wrong?"
Qu Xiaowei looked at the stamps. These were the ones that Lin Weimin gave him when he accompanied Lin Weimin to visit Yanjing City. Lin Weimin bought a lot of them at that time.
He asked cautiously, "You kid, don't you want to go back?"
Lin Weimin gave him a contemptuous look, "Do you think I'm the same as you?"
"Stop talking nonsense. You gave me the stamps, so it's my business how I use them."
Lin Weimin was so sad for his misfortune and angry at his lack of resistance!
"Okay, okay, you can use it however you want."
You bastard, you will cry someday.
Qu Xiaowei left like a victorious general.
Lin Weimin knew that the boy's letter must be sent to his pen pal again. The two signed books he bought from him before, one by Wan Jiabao and the other by Wang Meng, were both sent to the other party.
According to Qu Xiaowei's description, the other party was a female college student studying at Jinling University. She was a literary young woman and very beautiful.
Lin Weimin almost drooled when he recalled Qu Xiaowei's expression when he said this.
His comment on this was: a toad wanting to eat swan flesh.
However, he had to admit that Qu Xiaowei, this toad, really spent a lot of money to eat the swan meat. There were signed books and monkey stamps. If he didn't get them in the end, he would probably want to die in the future.
Lin Weimin came to the conference room, and Lao Jiao, who lived in the same dormitory with him, was already there.
He found a seat, sat down and began to write.
Inspiration is very important for writers, but inspiration alone is far from enough to support the creation of a work.
"Death of Euler", he wrote these four words heavily on the manuscript paper. The thoughts in his mind over the past few days suddenly had an outlet, and his pen kept writing on the paper.
After a long time, Huang Anyi came over and asked, "Lin Weimin, are you writing a new novel?"
"yes."
"Is this the one that Teacher Tang asked you to write before?"
"right."
Huang Anyi immediately became interested, "Can you let me see it when you finish writing it?"
Oh, finally you don’t hold a grudge.
Lin Weimin readily agreed: "Okay."
After writing for such a long time, Lin Weimin was tired. He stood up and raised his neck.
Tang Kangmei, who was standing next to him, asked, "Weimin, can you lend me your manuscript?"
"Then you have to ask An Yi. She has already reserved the first reader."
"No, I'm talking about the one you wrote yesterday."
"That one you're talking about? Go ask Gu Hua for it. It's with him."
"Okay."
After staying in the conference room until almost nine o'clock, Lin Weimin went to the bathroom to wash up and returned to the dormitory. There were a few more people in the dormitory, including Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua and Cheng Shixu.
Gu Hua came to return the manuscript, while Cheng Shixu came to borrow the manuscript.
"Unfortunately, Tang Kangmei just told me, and I promised her."
Cheng Shixu was slightly disappointed. "Then I'll lend it to her after she finishes reading it."
Gu Hua teased, "Weimin, your novel is very popular in our class!"
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone is curiously waiting to read it. This is the first novella in our class that came out during the study period."
"That just shows that everyone is curious."
"No, no, no, I've finished reading the novel. How could I not know its quality?" Gu Hua shook his head, praising her in his eyes. "Although your novel is not that literary and ideological, it has a lot of ups and downs in its story. It can be called a good work."
Lin Weimin smiled with satisfaction. He certainly knew the pros and cons of this novel which was based on a film or TV work, but it was still worth being happy about to be praised by others.
In fact, the film and television prototype of his novel also has the original novel, but the original novel is very short, with only more than 10,000 words, and it is straightforward, without the ups and downs, fullness and passion of the TV series.
When it came to him, he basically handled it according to the plot of the TV series. It has more than 80,000 words, which is definitely the size of a novella and enough to be published as a single volume.
"I feel the same as Gu Hua. The story of your novel is so strong that I couldn't help but have pictures in my mind while reading it," said Huang Zonghan.
Cheng Shixu was itching to read what the two said. As Tang Kangmei didn't come to pick up the manuscript at that time, he simply took the manuscript to satisfy his curiosity. As a result, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
When Tang Kangmei came to get the manuscript, seeing him like this, he could only let him read it first.
"I really can't believe that Weimin's novel is so magical? You must give it to me after you finish reading it. I must read it carefully." She said in disbelief.
She wanted to borrow the manuscript before because she became interested after listening to the conversation between Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao about the plot of the novel. Cheng Shixu's performance further aroused her curiosity and made her itchy.
In this way, the first novel written by Lin Weimin at the Institute of Literature Research had already set off a wave of reading among many classmates before he had time to submit it to magazines or newspapers.
The person who pushed this matter to a climax was Qu Xiaowei.
(End of this chapter)
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