Chapter 250 Everyone Talks About Lin Weimin
In the audience, the name "Lin Weimin" was widely called.
But Wei Junyi did not mention his name. He appeared today as an editor and could not steal the limelight from the writers.
The next speaker was Lu Yao, who talked about the creation process of his masterpiece "Life".
He talked about his first visit to Yenching to revise his manuscript, about his long all-night talk with Lin Weimin and Gu Hua in the back building of the Guowen Press, about how Lin Weimin encouraged him to write this novel, and about how Lin Weimin went to the Ganquan County Guesthouse to visit him because he was worried about his health...
All extraordinary births seem to have some extraordinary beginnings.
When everyone heard Lu Yao say that he was taken by Lin Weimin from the Ganquan County Guesthouse to the guesthouse in the back building of the Guowen Society and locked up in a small dark room, they burst into laughter again.
These anecdotes between literati have always been a topic of great interest among ordinary people and literature lovers.
Lin Weimin, who was in the audience, felt that Lu Yao should bring up the incident of him going to Baiyun Temple on stage.
Let this guy accept the criticism from the people.
When it came to the question-raising session, many people asked about the film adaptation of "Life".
Since last year, many newspapers have reported this news and readers are full of expectations for it. Lu Yao replied that the movie is expected to be released at the end of this year, which caused applause in the auditorium again.
This applause is dedicated to the movie "Life". In the 1980s, movies were also an indispensable form of entertainment for people.
After Lu Yao stepped down, Wei Junyi called out "Shi Tiesheng"'s name amidst everyone's shouts.
Shi Tiesheng was a little embarrassed, but still went on stage after Lin Weimin's persuasion.
The audience below the stage did not realize that the handsome young man who pushed Shi Tiesheng onto the stage was the "Lin Weimin" whom they had just called out most happily.
Shi Tiesheng appeared in front of the public in a wheelchair. After he came on stage, the audience seemed to be in a state of compassion.
Although "My Distant Qingping Bay" is a short story, it has a huge influence. Many domestic literature lovers know that there is a writer named Shi Tiesheng who has disabled legs in Yanjing, the capital of our country.
Shi Tiesheng was silent for a moment on the stage, then he said in a relaxed tone: "Everyone seemed very moved and sympathetic that a disabled person could be on a stage like today."
"That's not necessary."
"In the first few years after I got sick, I would often feel like rushing over with a bomb in my hand and dying together with others because of the strange looks they gave me or the unpleasant words they said to me.
If this happened again now, I might respond to them with pity or disdain.
I have analyzed myself many times. Was this transformation of mine forced or was I really above the rest of the world?
Actually, I can’t explain it clearly, but my friends all say that I have become more free and tolerant.
So, whatever, this change is a good thing. I am gradually becoming a saint among my friends. "
When Shi Tiesheng said this, he laughed first, and then the audience below also laughed.
They felt the open-mindedness, calmness and optimism of the writer on the stage.
“Later, after ‘My Distant Qingping Bay’ was published in ‘Contemporary’ and became a hit, the situation became increasingly exaggerated.
People came to ask me about my views on love, whether I should break up with my girlfriend, and whether that man is a good marriage partner. They asked what the meaning of life is and how to choose between ideals and reality.
God have pity on me!
They don’t know that two years ago, I was just a poor boy who pushed a wheelchair around the streets of Yanjing for disability welfare subsidies.
It seems that after I became disabled and wrote a book, my spiritual character was suddenly elevated.
I have never expressed it, and many of my friends may not know it either, but I am actually not comfortable with this kind of relationship.
What I prefer can be roughly described as a "bad buddy" or "drinking and eating buddies" type of relationship.
Just like serving the people..."
Shi Tiesheng glanced at the audience, then continued with a smile: "Weimin treats me the most special among his friends."
"His main job is editing, so every time he came to my house to discuss literary creation or manuscript issues, he would discuss with me meticulously from an editor's professional perspective, and he also reviewed my manuscripts more than once.
But when he was with me as my friend, the topics we talked about might be women, football, hotpot, or his enviable and crazy income from writing.
Vulgar topics can bring people closer together, and metaphysical discussions are more suitable for occasions like today.
Sorry, what I talked about today might be a bit cheesy!
But I would like to say that it is precisely because of the vulgar communication and interaction between friends that I have gradually become peaceful and open-minded.
Well, having said this, you should probably understand why I am open-minded and tolerant.
Here’s a message for everyone: Make more good friends. ”
Shi Tiesheng's speech ended and thunderous applause broke out from the audience.
Although he would not admit it, he has this kind of magic that makes many people fall in love with him at first sight and are willing to open their hearts to him.
After the question-and-answer session, Wei Junyi called on Gu Hua next.
In the past two years, "Furong Town" and "The Wooden House Covered with Ivy" have been published one after another. He is also a popular young writer in the domestic literary world.
After he finished speaking, a questioner asked, "I want to know, what did you, Lin Weimin, and Lu Yao talk about when you slept in the same dormitory that night? Apart from what Lu Yao said, what other topics did you discuss? Did you have a lot of inspiration?"
This question aroused the curiosity of many audience members, and everyone looked at Gu Hua on the stage.
Gu Hua scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
"Actually, if you really want me to tell you, I really can't remember it!"
Everyone laughed.
Three writers who were unknown at the time reunited after a few years and all became famous writers. This in itself is an exciting story.
Shouldn't the past events be still vivid in our minds?
This contrast made everyone laugh.
Gu Hua reluctantly recalled and continued, "At that time, Weimin and I were still training at the Institute of Literature and Art. That day, we seemed to have talked about his plan to help Contemporary Magazine make an album to see if he could stay at Contemporary Magazine. I said I envied him for having such a great teacher like Mr. Wan. In short, as Comrade Tiesheng said just now, it was very vulgar.
Of course, we talked about literature. I just don’t remember it.”
When he said this, everyone burst into laughter again.
In people's imagination, when great writers get together, they should discuss lofty and otherworldly topics.
But when you really get to know us, you realize that we are all the same.
Amidst everyone's applause, Gu Hua walked down from the podium.
Wei Junyi glanced at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock. He met with the leader of the Ludong Literary Association and planned to let the leaders present from several parties speak and then end today's exchange meeting.
But at this time, the audience below was not happy.
"Lin Weimin!"
"Lin Weimin!"
Many of the audience here today are loyal readers of Lin Weimin. Moreover, so many writers came on stage just now, and I don’t know if they did it on purpose, but almost everyone mentioned Lin Weimin’s name.
The hearts of the audience below were tickled by these writers, as if they were being scratched by a hundred cats' paws, making them itchy and uncomfortable.
The crowd below the rostrum was in an uproar. Wei Junyi shook her head. This kid's reputation is really growing.
She didn't choose Lin Weimin to go on stage because she was afraid that he, as an editor, would steal the limelight from the other writers who came to participate in the event. Now it was almost over anyway, and everyone was so eager to ask for it, so she simply chose Lin Weimin to go on stage.
Lin Weimin walked towards the stage calmly, and many people in the audience immediately recognized that the young man who had pushed Shi Tiesheng onto the stage was the famous Lin Weimin.
"Haha, everyone is so enthusiastic to ask me to come up, I don't know what to say. Today I am an editor, so I will just not say anything. Feel free to ask questions and I will answer them. When the time is almost up, I will go down."
Lin Weimin has a handsome face, a tall stature, and speaks eloquently. In just a few tens of seconds, he attracted the hearts of countless female comrades in the audience. Even many male comrades couldn't help but envy him when they saw him.
When the question-and-answer session began, a young man in a blue Lenin suit stood up and asked a very gossipy question.
"Teacher Lin, it is said that your novels were published in the United States and Japan, and you made hundreds of thousands of dollars. I want to ask, is it really that much?"
The fact that Lin Weimin made a lot of money by publishing his novels abroad has long been known to everyone in the domestic literary circles, but many people still couldn't believe that he could make so much money.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Lin Weimin to hide his wealth, so he said very straightforwardly: "Hundreds of thousands is a bit exaggerated, but 200,000 is still possible."
The United States reprinted it twice and Japan reprinted it once. The royalties Lin Weimin received in these times indeed exceeded 200,000 US dollars, all of which he exchanged for foreign exchange coupons and deposited them in the People's Bank of China.
There was an immediate uproar in the audience.
Nowadays, let alone 200,000 rice knives, even 200,000 RMB is out of reach for ordinary people.
In later generations, the media often say that ordinary people hate the rich, but this hatred of the rich is more about the resource inequality, information asymmetry and lawlessness behind it.
Every penny of the money Lin Weimin earned was clean.
Not only does no one hate his wealth, but many young people regard him as an idol, and countless parents regard him as a role model in educating their children.
Chinese people are born with the gene of cultural worship.
(End of this chapter)
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