Chapter 305 is so damn good
When I returned to the Chinese Literature Society, it was almost time to get off work.
As soon as Lin Weimin entered the back building, Meng Weizai grabbed him and took him to the president's office.
"What's going on with Zheng Yi?" Yan Wenjing asked.
"It's just an emotional matter, and young people can't get over it for the time being," Lin Weimin explained.
Yan Wenjing nodded slightly, as if it wasn't because of the problems with Guowenshe or Contemporary Magazine. He then asked, "How are the people doing now?"
"The operation went well. He certainly won't be able to recover to his previous condition, but fortunately it was only his little finger, so there was almost no impact, and his mood is relatively stable."
"That's good. How's his manuscript going?"
Lin Weimin thought about it and said, "It's still a little short."
"If it really doesn't work, I think you should change it for him." Yan Wenjing said.
Lin Weimin looked at Yan Wenjing in surprise, then glanced at Meng Weizai, and roughly understood what he meant.
"Leader, are you worried that he might become emotionally unstable and get into trouble again?"
Yan Wenjing nodded, "We have to be on guard!"
Yan Wenjing and Meng Weizai were not afraid of trouble, but the nature of Zheng Yi's incident was too bad. It was not only harmful to him personally, but also had an impact on the writers who were staying in the guesthouse and revising their manuscripts, as well as the Guowen Society and "Contemporary".
Lin Weimin had no way of guaranteeing that, although Zheng Yi's emotions had stabilized this time, he would not suddenly do something stupid next time because of his emotional excitement.
At this stage, the less we stimulate Zheng Yi, the better.
Thinking of this, Lin Weimin said, "Okay."
He smiled bitterly and said, "I talked about his style when I sent Lao Rong off this morning. I'm afraid I'll have to do it this time."
Meng Weizai said: "I have read Zheng Yi's article "Old Well". The foundation is very good. We can all rest assured to hand it over to you."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
When he returned to the editorial office from the front building, he was immediately stared at by a group of colleagues with gossipy eyes, like a widow who had been dry for several years seeing a handsome young man.
"Weimin, how is Zheng Yi?"
"Why did you cut off your finger?"
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After satisfying the "widows", Lin Weimin felt dry in the mouth. He had been running around in the hospital for most of the day without drinking any water, so he quickly took a big gulp of tea.
Before I could sit down and rest for a while, it was time to get off work and everyone left one after another.
He ran to the third floor and sorted out Zheng Yi's manuscripts. The top few pages still had some blood stains on them, and put the manuscripts into his bag.
After returning home, Lin Weimin worked on the manuscript until very late because tomorrow was the weekend.
The next day, he ran to No. 26 Lama Temple Street.
"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"
Without waiting for Shi Tiesheng to open the door, Lin Weimin pushed it open and found a group of guests in his narrow house.
Shi Tiesheng spoke to the other person with a smile, but Lin Weimin knew him very well and could tell from the look in his eyes that he was somewhat impatient.
"We have guests. I've come at a bad time." Lin Weimin made a gesture to leave.
Shi Tiesheng hurriedly called him, "Hey, Weimin, let me introduce you to these two comrades from the LY Literary Association."
Lin Weimin turned his head and looked at Shi Tiesheng deeply.
Using me as a shield?
Tiesheng, you have become a bad person now!
The two LY Writers Association comrades' eyes lit up when they heard the word "for the people". "Is it Teacher Lin Weimin?"
Shi Tiesheng nodded and said, "Yes, it's Lin Weimin from Contemporary Magazine."
The two of them were immediately delighted.
Lin Weimin smiled and shook hands with the two enthusiastically, "Hello, hello!"
Having followed Lin Weimin for such a long time, Shi Tiesheng has fully grasped the spirit of "I'd rather die than let my fellow Taoist die". When Lin Weimin was chatting with the two men, he just stayed aside quietly, watching Lin Weimin talk incessantly and eloquently, shocking the two comrades who came to him for advice.
Finally, he politely declined the two's request to write articles for LY local publications and Lin Weimin sent them out of Shi Tiesheng's home.
When he came back, he saw Shi Tiesheng's face full of ridicule.
"Tell me, how do you want to thank me?" Lin Weimin said.
"I'll treat you to a meal."
"You are not sincere. You don't have to treat me to this meal. My uncle treated me."
While Lin Weimin was speaking, the door of the next room was open and Shi's father smiled.
"What have you written recently?" Lin Weimin asked.
Shi Tiesheng joked, "I knew you had bad intentions."
"I'm just sending you the manuscript fee!"
"Then I have to thank you?"
After a few jokes, Shi Tiesheng actually gave Lin Weimin a manuscript.
"Did you really write it?"
Shi Tiesheng said with some complacency: "Didn't expect it? I wasn't idle either."
The manuscript he took out was a novella, which was a rare length in his creative series.
"Reportage on Pastor Zhan", this is the name of the novel.
After waiting for Lin Weimin to finish reading, Shi Tiesheng looked into his eyes and asked with some expectation: "How is it?"
"Good!"
"Is it enough to be published in your Contemporary Magazine?"
“That’s enough!”
Shi Tiesheng showed a somewhat satisfied expression on his face, and said in a teasing tone: "It seems that the standards of Contemporary Magazine for accepting manuscripts are very ordinary!"
Lin Weimin felt that he was too arrogant and needed to calm down.
"Hey, that's all. I just received a novel from a new author before, and that person has never published a serious novel."
Shi Tiesheng immediately became interested, "Oh? Since you mentioned it, it must be well written."
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Lin Weimin's mouth curved up.
"That's all." He said this again, indicating that he didn't want to say anything more.
Shi Tiesheng became more interested, "Tell me, tell me!"
Lin Weimin reluctantly said, "Then tell me?"
"Tell me about it!" Shi Tiesheng encouraged.
"Okay, tell me then."
"The station was in the most chaotic state, with thousands of people talking. The loudspeakers played one quotation song after another, making everyone feel even more nervous. I felt even more nervous. I said goodbye to my friends one by one, and today it was my turn..."
Lin Weimin has a good memory. He remembers most of the descriptions and plots of "The Chess King" and tells them like a storyteller.
More than an hour later, Lin Weimin finished his work. He felt dry in the mouth, so he poured himself a glass of water and drank it leisurely.
Shi Tiesheng sat in a wheelchair, still immersed in the story Lin Weimin told him.
From time to time, the sound of Lin Weimin sipping water could be heard. It seemed as if he did it on purpose. Every time he took a sip of hot water, he would make a noise, pulling Shi Tie out of the story abruptly.
Looking at Lin Weimin again, Shi Tiesheng's eyes had changed.
"How is it? Is this novel acceptable? After all, I'm a newcomer and this is my first work, so it's still not very mature!"
Shi Tiesheng really wanted to spit at Lin Weimin and scold him: What a pretentious guy!
Can……
This story is really good, the kind that makes him unable to help but praise it.
"It's so damn well written!"
Shi Tiesheng squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
Lin Weimin held his laughter for a long time, and finally burst into laughter.
When he laughed, he would point at Shi Tiesheng, which made Shi Tiesheng even more depressed.
While the two were joking, Shi's father had quietly prepared lunch.
Shi's father made a dish of braised pork today. Shi Tiesheng is a carnivore and his mouth was full of oil as he ate it.
After dinner, Shi Tiesheng asked Lin Weimin to push him out for a walk.
"Where are we going?" Lin Weimin asked while pushing Shi Tiesheng.
"Go to Ditan Park!" said Shi Tiesheng.
The Lama Temple where the Shi family lives is adjacent to the Ditan Temple. Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng and his wheelchair and entered the Ditan Park in a few minutes. The rocking chair went straight in. The big trees that had grown over the years in the Ditan Temple were so lush in the summer that they blocked most of the sunlight. It felt cool immediately after entering.
The big cypress tree in the southeast corner of Ditan Park was Shi Tiesheng's old place of retreat. Lin Weimin pushed him under the tree.
Shi Tiesheng took out a few books from the side of the wheelchair next to his legs, and then took out a few more from the other side. All of a sudden, there were more than a dozen books, covering a wide range of genres, including literature, history, politics, and philosophy.
Lin Weimin said: "I thought pushing it was so tiring, but it turns out you brought some contraband with you!"
Shi Tiesheng waved the book and asked, "Do you want to read it?"
"Let me see what books are there. Why aren't any of my books there?"
"Nonsense, I've finished reading all your books."
"All right."
After much searching, Lin Weimin chose a book called People's Literature, the June issue.
Shi Tiesheng randomly picked a book called "The Sound and the Fury" by Faulkner.
Shi Tiesheng sat under the tree, and Lin Weimin sat directly on the ground, leaning against the tree.
The two of them opened the book and smoked a cigarette each. The smoke filled the air under the big cypress tree and the atmosphere was quiet.
Lin Weimin saw Huang Zongying's reportage "The Little House" and pointed at it and asked Shi Tiesheng, "Has this been published before?"
Shi Tiesheng took a look and said, "It was published in Wenhui Monthly last month. It should be a reprint."
"No wonder it looks familiar."
Lin Weimin has to read countless manuscripts every day, and he only skims through many publications. He has a general impression of them, but has never studied them seriously.
Today he had some rare time, so he sat down and read a book for himself. He read very slowly.
I was reading so absorbed in it that I felt my hand get burned and then I realized the cigarette was burnt out, but I didn’t even take two puffs.
I glanced at Shi Tiesheng. He was very smart and had put out his cigarette early.
Hearing Lin Weimin's movement, he looked over and couldn't help laughing, then lit up the cigarette he hadn't even taken two puffs of.
"Young man, you don't know how to live!"
He took two puffs of the cigarette happily and continued reading.
After reading a piece of work, Lin Weimin couldn't help but raise his head and stretch his neck.
He tilted his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the blue sky through the gaps in the trees.
Suddenly, the sound of a bicycle bell interrupted the quiet environment. Lin Weimin and Shi Tiesheng looked up and saw that it was a passerby taking a shortcut through the park.
Yawning, Lin Weimin glanced at his watch and saw that it was already past three in the afternoon.
"What time is it?" Shi Tiesheng asked when he saw him looking at his watch.
"It's past three."
"It's time to go back."
Before he knew it, he had been in Ditan Park for more than two hours. Shi Tiesheng put the book away and casually stuffed it into the side of his thigh.
Lin Weimin pushed the wheelchair and the two returned to the Shi family.
Before leaving, Lin Weimin pulled out two drama tickets from his pocket. "Tickets for tomorrow's Farewell My Concubine. It's almost over this year, and I thought you haven't seen it yet!"
Shi Tiesheng was very happy to receive the ticket, "Then I have to have a good sleep at noon tomorrow."
His health was not good, and the plays of the People's Art Theatre were usually performed at night. If he happened to catch a big play, it might be eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening when he finished watching the play, which was a challenge for him.
But he loves watching plays, and would often refuse visitors a day in advance in order to watch a play. He would also have a good sleep from noon to afternoon on the same day to accumulate enough energy to watch the evening performance.
Before going out, he would dress up specially and hang a water bottle next to his wheelchair.
For Shi Tiesheng, watching a drama is a ritualistic thing, just like the ancients had to bathe, change clothes and burn incense before reading, it is full of piety.
(End of this chapter)
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