Chapter 269 Weimin is a good comrade
Splitting headache and dry mouth.
Lin Weimin wondered if he had traveled through time again.
I felt around, and there was nothing soft and fragrant, so I probably didn't travel through time.
I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling. I looked around and saw that it should be a dormitory, which appeared to be a tube-shaped building.
Lin Weimin's memory went back to before he lost consciousness. Yes, he was drinking with Ren Hao. He was so busy at work, and he didn't know where he got the mood for drinking from. He kept dragging him to drink and he had to drink.
There was a thermos next to the bed. Lin Weimin found a bowl, poured himself a bowl of water, drank it in one gulp, and finally felt a little more energetic.
I continued to think about what happened yesterday.
By the way, Zhuangzhuang is here too, so it seems that it was Zhuangzhuang who sent me to the dormitory.
He raised his hand and glanced at the time. It was almost eight o'clock.
Today is Monday, I have to go to work.
Without time to think about anything else, I hurried out.
He almost bumped into a man head-on. The man was holding a steamed bun in one hand and porridge in the other. When he saw Lin Weimin's face clearly, he couldn't help but scream.
"Lin Weimin!"
Lin Weimin looked at him carefully. He looked gentle but a bit naive, and he looked familiar.
I remember Liang Xiaosheng.
We met at the National Excellent Short and Medium Story Awards Ceremony last year. His work "This is a Magical Land" won the Excellent Short Story Award.
Lin Weimin extended his hand enthusiastically, but found there was no hand to shake, so he smiled and withdrew his hand.
"Why are you here?"
Liang Xiaosheng said: "This is my unit's dormitory!"
"You are from Yanying Studio!"
Lin Weimin and Liang Xiaosheng were just nodding acquaintances and didn't know much about him.
"What are you doing..." Liang Xiaosheng couldn't help but ask as he looked at Lin Weimin's rather sloppy appearance.
"Don't mention it. 'Insidious' was filming in your studio, and I came to take a look. The director invited me to dinner, and I drank too much, so I slept in the dormitory all night."
Liang Xiaosheng nodded in understanding. Seeing Lin Weimin like this, he must have not eaten yet, so he invited him, "I just made breakfast, would you like to have some together?"
“No thanks…” Lin Weimin was about to refuse, but his stomach growled.
The two looked at each other and smiled. Lin Weimin said, "Then eat something!"
Liang Xiaosheng's dormitory is on the shady side of the tube building. It has the same layout as the dormitory that Lin Weimin lived in last night, and is only a dozen square meters.
Not only Liang Xiaosheng lived in the dormitory, but also his wife Jiao Dan, who had just been married for a short time. Lin Weimin nodded to her a little embarrassedly, "Excuse me!"
"It's okay, it's okay!"
When Jiao Dan heard Liang Xiaosheng introduce Lin Weimin, a smile broke out on her face. She had also read many of Lin Weimin's novels.
Although my husband also writes novels and is somewhat famous, there is still a big gap between him and writers like Lin Weimin who have already achieved fame.
Breakfast is simple, porridge, steamed buns and pickles.
Maybe it was because he drank too much last night, but Lin Weimin felt that the porridge and steamed buns he drank early in the morning were particularly delicious.
Liang Xiaosheng and his wife's breakfast was originally for two people, but with the addition of Lin Weimin, there was not enough for the three of them, which made Lin Weimin even more embarrassed.
After dinner, Jiao Dan went to wash the dishes. Having just finished a meal at someone else's house, Lin Weimin didn't feel comfortable leaving immediately, so he chatted with Liang Xiaosheng for a while.
Liang Xiaosheng is now an editor at Yanying Studio. His daily work is very easy and his hours are relatively flexible.
This is the norm for many cultural units in this era. On the contrary, for popular publications like Contemporary, there is no possibility of laziness at all.
There's nothing I can do, I'm too busy.
After chatting for a while, Lin Weimin asked, "Has Xiaosheng written any new works recently?"
Liang Xiaosheng said honestly: "I'm writing a book and just finished it."
"Oh?" Lin Weimin suddenly became interested. "Did you agree to publish it with any publication?"
Liang Xiaosheng shook his head, "Not yet, I want to revise it and show it to others after it's done."
Lin Weimin said with a smile: "How many publications are eager to have your manuscript!"
Liang Xiaosheng took out the manuscript. Lin Weimin was no longer in a hurry and sat on a stool next to their dining table to read it.
Liang Xiaosheng started out by writing scar literature, or to be more precise, his works should be called educated youth literature.
Different from the hysterical and obsessive accusations of the past in many scar literatures of this era, Liang Xiaosheng's works, although also about the life of educated youth, are less cold and gloomy in criticism and more in positive and optimistic praise.
His style is unique among the scar literature works that are full of negative energy.
The same is true of the novella "There Will Be a Snowstorm Tonight". The heroine Pei Xiaoyun was born an unfortunate person. Her mother died when she gave birth to her, and her father was persecuted to death.
But this misfortune did not defeat her. She was inferior but stubborn. During the forced march on the snowy night, she would rather freeze her feet than fall behind.
To set up a combat readiness team, she wrote an application with her finger blood: "I want a gun."
There was a way before her to go abroad and inherit her relatives' inheritance, but she resolutely chose to stay in the Great Northern Wilderness.
The night of the blizzard was Pei Xiaoyun's 25th birthday, and it was her first time standing guard as a soldier. The blizzard came with severe cold, and everyone knew that there would be a blizzard tonight, and everyone thought that she should have evacuated.
However, after the snowstorm, what they saw was Pei Xiaoyun, who had been guarding her post like the towering "Coordinate No. 6" and had died heroically on the night of the snowstorm.
Lin Weimin felt a little heavy after reading the novel.
The story of "There Will Be a Snowstorm Tonight" sounds a bit far-fetched, but it's just like the story of Liu Zi in "Let the Bullets Fly" who chose to have a caesarean section to prove his understanding for a bowl of noodles.
Beliefs or ideals may be false to many people, but there is a small group of people who use actual actions to prove the sacredness in their hearts.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Weimin asked Liang Xiaosheng for his opinion, "Can this novel be published in Contemporary Magazine?"
Liang Xiaosheng was already prepared for this when he submitted the manuscript, but he was more prepared for rejection.
“Can it be published?”
"Of course I can. This novel is very well written!"
Lin Weimin's praise made Liang Xiaosheng involuntarily reveal a somewhat naive smile.
"good."
Lin Weimin was very happy. He didn't expect that he could put together a manuscript after drinking too much.
The image of Ren Hao appeared in his mind. This brother is really my lucky star!
Humming a little tune, Lin Weimin walked out of the tube building.
I found the motorcycle and rushed all the way to the Guowen Society.
Lin Weimin parked his motorcycle in the carport and looked at his watch.
It's exactly ten fifty, a good time, I can go into the house, have a cup of tea and then have lunch.
When he went up to the second floor and entered the office, his colleagues saw that he had a strange expression on his face.
"What's going on?"
"Lao Meng has come to see you twice!"
Lin Weimin's expression was calm. "What's the matter?"
"have no idea."
As they were talking, Meng Weizai pushed open the door. When he saw Lin Weimin, his face darkened and all his colleagues looked as if they were waiting for a good show.
He was absent from work for half a day on Monday and was caught by Lao Meng. He was criticized and asked to write a self-criticism. Everyone knew that this was Lin Weimin's strong point.
"What were you doing so early in the morning?" Meng Weizai asked in a stiff tone.
Everyone knows that this is the prelude to a storm, and everyone is looking forward to it.
Lin Weimin was still so calm and composed. "Hey, don't mention it! I ran to meet an author early in the morning and wrote a manuscript and insisted on submitting it to our Contemporary Journal. It's hard to refuse!"
All the colleagues sneered in their hearts, thinking that Wei Min was just talking nonsense without thinking.
Meng Weizai's face turned completely black. The boy reeked of alcohol, and it was obvious that he drank too much last night and didn't get up in the morning. He could lie without blushing or having his heart beat fast.
"Oh? Where is the manuscript? Has the team arrived?" Meng Weizai's tone was cold. He was like a hunter holding a shotgun. At this moment, the prey had not only entered his field of vision, but was also within the range of his shotgun.
Pull the trigger and it's hunting time!
"Pah!" Lin Weimin reached into his bag and threw a stack of manuscripts on the desk. "Here are some freshly prepared manuscripts. Take a look!"
Um?
Hmmmm?
In the office, except for Lin Weimin himself, everyone's eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement.
Where did you get this manuscript?
He was clearly drunk and talking nonsense, so how did he suddenly produce a manuscript?
Without Meng Weizai having to do it himself, Liu Yin couldn't wait to pick up the manuscript and flip through it.
"Liang Xiaosheng?"
Liang Xiaosheng had won a national award before, and everyone was surprised. Wasn’t he just an author randomly brought in to make up the numbers?
A group of people gathered under the willow shade to admire the manuscript.
Meng Weizai couldn't pull the trigger. It wasn't because our army was incompetent, but because the enemy was too cunning!
He couldn't figure out where Lin Weimin got this manuscript from.
I clearly didn’t mention this matter at work the day before yesterday!
After thinking about it, there is only one possibility.
That was yesterday weekend. Lin Weimin did not rest, but took advantage of his time to go to Liang Xiaosheng's home or unit to collect manuscripts.
Not taking a break during holidays and still being busy working, in later generations this would be called involution, but today this is called a model worker!
After "thinking" about the whole story, Meng Weizai's eyes softened as he looked at Lin Weimin.
Weimin is a good comrade!
(End of this chapter)
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