Chapter 212 I'll write slowly this time
As December came, Yanjing became completely cold. Fallen leaves were everywhere on the streets, adding a bit of winter bleakness.
As the temperature outside dropped, the basketball court between the front and back buildings of the Chinese Literature Society became deserted. Instead, the ping-pong table in the corridor became increasingly popular, and people had to queue up to play.
Liu Yin was annoyed by the ping-pong noise in the corridor and complained, "We shouldn't have put up these ping-pong tables. Look at those idiots upstairs, they're not doing their jobs all day long."
Rong Shihui said: "It's okay to relax, don't you play normally?"
"Teacher Rong, you just spoil them too much."
"Haha." Rong Shihui smiled kindly. He has always been kind to authors, which is completely different from Liu Yin's style.
Liu Yin teased, "You're smiling as if I'm usually very strict with them."
"I didn't say that."
Liu Yin glanced at Zhang Zhonge's table. He was communicating with the author. If this got out, it would definitely hinder her work of compiling manuscripts.
You can't just let yourself carry this reputation, you need to find someone to set off yourself.
Thinking of this, she said, "Have you seen Xiaomo's letter?"
Rong Shihui nodded.
"No matter how cruel I am, I am not as cruel as Wei Min. He is the black-hearted Zhou Bapi who locked Xiao Mo up in the guesthouse to write and would not let him out until he finished his novel."
Zhu Changsheng joined in the fun and said, "Yes, Weimin's move is too cruel. Even the landlords in the old society didn't go to this extent."
Rong Shihui smiled meaningfully and asked, "Do you know who was the last person to enjoy this kind of treatment?"
Liu Yin and Zhu Changsheng recalled for a moment, and an image emerged in their minds.
"Lu Yao?"
Rong Shihui nodded, "That's right!"
Zhu Changsheng touched his chin and frowned, "Teacher Rong, what you mean is that Weimin is very particular about using this trick. He must be very optimistic about this author."
"good."
After listening to the conversation between the two, Liu Yin also felt that there was some truth in it.
Lu Yao was originally locked up by Lin Weimin in a small dark room on the third floor and was not released until he finished revising "Life". Mo Yan's experience was almost exactly the same.
While they were talking, Zhang Zhonge had already communicated with the author and sent him out.
He walked over and said with a smile, "Liu Yin, you are so mean! When you were talking just now, my author was listening attentively, and even spoke to me several beats late."
Rong Shihui laughed and said, "That's her purpose. She must be worried that her reputation will be ruined, so she wants to use Weimin as a scapegoat."
Having his thoughts exposed, Liu Yin said jokingly, "I'm not lying. Isn't this for the people? And he's not here, so who else can he talk about?"
Colleagues were laughing and the atmosphere in the office was joyful.
At this time, in the ward of Union Hospital.
The wind outside the window was a bit strong, flowing through the gap between the window and the window frame, creating a whistling sound, but the atmosphere inside the house was quiet.
The test results of Guo Yudao came out, and he was in the advanced stage of liver cancer.
He is the pillar of the family and had already anticipated his condition. His wife could not hide it from him and had to tell him the test results truthfully.
Today, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei made an appointment to see him. After hearing the news, they fell silent.
The two didn't know how to comfort Guo Yudao. They felt that even the warmest words would be pale and powerless at this moment.
When faced with life and death, there is very little people can do.
"Old Guo, don't be too pessimistic. Although this disease cannot be cured, it can still be maintained. After all, Union Hospital is considered the best hospital in the country. You can live here without worry. It shouldn't be a problem to live for five to eight years."
Qu Xiaowei scratched his head for a long time before he came up with these two sentences.
Guo Yudao's eyes were originally looking out the window, but when he heard him speak, he turned back with a calm look in his eyes and an increasingly gloomy complexion.
Qu Xiaowei may have felt that his words were like coaxing a child, so his eyes became evasive.
Lin Weimin patted Qu Xiaowei on the shoulder and said, "Alright, stop comforting me. It's useless to say anything at this time."
He said to Guo Yudao: "Old Guo, how about I arrange something for you to meet the teachers and classmates first!"
His tone was relaxed and a little humorous, and he described the farewell meeting as a fan meeting.
When Guo Yudao thought of those once familiar faces and the days they spent together, a look of longing appeared on his face.
After a long moment, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. There's nothing good about seeing a dying person. It just ruins everyone's mood."
Lin Weimin felt a little sad when he heard this. Lao Guo was a man of few words when he was in the Institute of Literature and Art. He was better at actions than words, and he was thoughtful and honest. Even when he was seriously ill, he was more concerned about others.
"I'm sure everyone wants to meet you too," Lin Weimin advised.
Guo Yudao shook his hand and said, "Let's not meet each other. Let your memories of me stay at the Institute of Literature and Art."
He sighed, "Those days were so beautiful!"
Qu Xiaowei could hardly control his tears. He missed the past days, but was more filled with the pain and sadness of facing the separation of life and death.
"Okay, then we won't meet. You can rest assured and receive treatment in the hospital. What Xiaowei said is a bit exaggerated, but with proper treatment, there will be no problem in two or three years." Lin Weimin advised.
Guo Yudao looked at Lin Weimin, and behind his calm eyes was a kind of despair.
With just one glance, Lin Weimin understood what he meant.
Guo Yudao turned around and said to his wife, "Let's go back to Xining."
The wife burst into tears almost instantly. How could she not understand what her husband said?
Not only her, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei also understood the situation and felt uncomfortable.
"What's there to cry about? It's just a handful of dirt. It doesn't matter if you leave early or late. It will save some money for the family."
After Guo Yudao said this, his wife cried even harder.
Guo Yudao smiled bitterly and said, "Before, I always had a glimmer of hope, thinking what if it was a misdiagnosis? I made you suffer a lot. Now it's all right, it's confirmed, and I feel relieved."
Lin Weimin couldn't bear it any more as he listened. "Old Guo, you don't need to worry about the money. I'll find a way for you."
Qu Xiaowei also chimed in, "Yes. Lao Guo, you don't know that Weimin's novels are now published in the United States. He makes a lot of money. He is now a dog farmer!"
When Guo Yudao heard this, his expression finally changed a little. He sighed, "Among the people in our class, Weimin has the highest talent. He is getting better and better!"
Lin Weimin held his hand and said, "Yes, so you don't have to worry about the money."
Guo Yudao shook his head resolutely. "Manpower is limited. No matter how much money I spend on this disease, it will all be wasted. Do you really think I am such a person who is ready to die? If there is only one percent of hope, do you think I am willing to give up? But is there that one percent possibility?"
Lin Weimin was silent, Qu Xiaowei and his wife were also silent, and the only sound in the ward was his wife's sobbing.
After a long while, Guo Yudao spoke again, "So, I won't cause any more trouble for you."
His tone was still calm, but it revealed a sense of determination.
Guo Yudao leaned against the bed, holding Lin Weimin's hand, and said, "Weimin, do you know? In our class, the person I envy the most is you."
He looked into Lin Weimin's eyes and said, "You are so talented that it makes people not only envious but also jealous. And you are still so young. I still remember the time we watched a movie at Xiaoxitianer. We were just chatting casually, and "The Death of Euler" came out of your mouth. It's amazing."
"Unlike us, we would spend three to five years pondering over a piece of work."
"You have produced more and more works in the past two years. I have watched every one of them. Not only is your output high, but the quality is also surprisingly good. I am really envious."
"You know what? The biggest regret in my life is that I haven't even written a decent novel."
In addition to envy, there was more regret in Guo Yudao's tone.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Cheng Zhongshi, whom he had met some time ago.
"I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish I could make myself a brick to support my head!"
For a writer who mainly writes novels, a long novel that can stand on its own is, as Cheng Zhongshi said, something that can be used as a resting place after death, and something that can make these poets who are good at writing go down in history.
Lin Weimin wanted to comfort Guo Yudao by saying that there was still time, but he knew that writing a novel requires not only time but also the author's hard work and energy.
Given Guo Yudao's current physical condition, it is simply not enough for him to complete a long novel.
They looked at each other in silence, only their hands were tightly clasped.
Lin Weimin felt Guo Yudao holding his hand tightly again, and Guo Yudao stared into his eyes.
"Weimin, I've seen your previous works, they're all very good, but they just lack a bit of heart. You have such a great talent, don't waste it, promise me!"
Guo Yudao looked at Lin Weimin earnestly.
Lin Weimin knew that it was not only a reminder to himself, but also a kind of expectation for the regret in his heart that could not be fulfilled.
Lin Weimin suppressed his sadness and nodded, "I will definitely write it well."
Guo Yudao's words, which sounded like his last words, completely filled the room with sadness.
"Okay, okay, don't be so sad. I'm not leaving yet. I just want to say a few words." Guo Yudao said with a forced smile.
Lin Weimin calmed down and joked, "Old Guo, I'll let you be the protagonist of my next novel. I'll burn it for you after I finish it."
Guo Yudao showed a mischievous smile on his face, "You are a quick shooter, are you hoping that I will leave soon?"
"Don't worry, I'll write slowly this time!"
A look of emotion flashed across Guo Yudao's eyes.
"Ahhhhhh!" Qu Xiaowei who was standing beside him suddenly burst into tears, cursing Lin Weimin while crying.
"You son of a bitch, no wonder the novel is so well written, the comforting people are so tear-jerking!"
Guo Yudao and Lin Weimin looked at him crying like a child and pointed at him and laughed.
As I laughed, tears began to flow.
Second update.
(End of this chapter)
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