Chapter 32: Novel Writing Style
"Lin's story reminded me of Agatha's novels, full of fascinating suspense and mystery!"
"This is a great story. If it were really written into a novel, it would definitely be very exciting!"
"Friends, do you think that Lin's story is based on Agatha? They are both mystery novelists, both famous and rich..."
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Most of the foreign students present today who are willing to participate in this exchange and dialogue session are people who love literature.
Lin Weimin's story style is a very orthodox mystery novel, and one can tell after listening to it that the quality is quite high. It is the first time for these people to come into contact with a mystery work in such a novel way.
These people had never been exposed to mystery works from China before, and they were deeply impressed by Lin Weimin, a unique Chinese writer who talked about mystery works on the podium.
The discussions and concerned looks of the many international students below did not change Lin Weimin's expression at all. From the moment he came on stage to the moment he left, he was so calm and composed that people could not help but feel that they were looking up to him like a mountain.
Even the older brothers and sisters in the class who usually treated him like a little kid rarely took him seriously.
"When will Weimin, this kid, start writing mystery novels?"
"I haven't heard him say it. It hasn't been written yet. It's just an idea."
"Can you tell the story in your head so fluently? Do you believe it?"
"Why not believe it? I think Weimin is born to do this."
Teacher Tang Yuqiu was very satisfied with Lin Weimin's performance. Students like Lin Weimin would be loved and hated by teachers in school.
What I love is that he is quick-witted and doesn’t seem to study much in class, but as long as he is serious, he can always get good grades. What I hate is that he is playful, lazy, and idle. He obviously has much better talents than others, but he is unwilling to work hard.
Look, as soon as the whip was hit, the mill started to turn several times.
Teacher Tang looked at Lin Weimin, who looked relaxed, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind: if this boy's talent and potential could be fully stimulated, what could he achieve?
The half-day dialogue and exchange meeting ended. Lin Weimin didn’t know what other students in the class gained, but he became familiar with Mark Meng and Xiao Hei Yangzi.
Before leaving, they agreed to go out and play together next time they have the chance.
"Lin, you must write down the story we told today, the story of Detective Jack Huang. Oh, it's interesting just thinking about it." Mark Meng reminded Lin Weimin with an eager look.
Jack Huang is the protagonist of that mystery story, a Chinese detective.
"Maybe, I'll have to wait until I'm free. Old Ma, you don't know much about the situation in our domestic literary world. There are almost no channels for publishing genre novels like detective novels."
Mark Meng felt disappointed after hearing this, "Oh, that's a pity."
"However, I think you should still write it. Perhaps I can try to help you submit it to a publishing house in our country."
Lin Weimin smiled and waved his hands, "That's too far away. Let's talk about it after I write it."
"OK!"
On the way back to the Institute of Literature from Yenching University, Cheng Shixu sat next to Lin Weimin, and his eyes would occasionally glance at Lin Weimin.
"What's wrong? Why are you always looking at me?" Lin Weimin asked him.
Cheng Shixu's face flashed with embarrassment, "Nothing."
His performance left Lin Weimin somewhat puzzled.
On the other side, Jia Dashan seemed to see Cheng Shixu's distress, and he asked Cheng Shixu: "Why are you always depressed? You should feel that you have achieved success at a young age."
Cheng Shixu showed a bitter smile on his face and looked at Lin Weimin. Speaking of young success, this classmate deserves it, right?
In the dormitory at night, Gu Hua was inspired by Lin Weimin's performance at the exchange and dialogue meeting that day, and began to tell everyone a story that he had been brewing in his mind for a long time.
Hu Yuyin is a female vendor in Furong Town. She got rich through hard work and thought that her good days were about to come. However, she was persecuted in a series of political movements. During this period, she and Qin Shutian, who shared the same suffering, developed a sincere love in the process of sharing hardships. The two supported and encouraged each other, and finally ushered in the moment of setting things right.
The more Lin Weimin listened to the story, the more familiar it seemed to him. Isn't this the plot of "Furong Town"? The name also fits the bill.
Lin Weimin has not read the novel "Furong Town", but he has seen the movie.
So this is how the story came out, and he felt a subtle feeling of witnessing history.
When Gu Hua was telling everyone stories, Cheng Shixu's eyes showed envy.
He was able to enter the training class of the Institute of Literature and Art because of the recommendation of October, and his work was "The General in the Small Town".
His mentality was almost the same as Huang Anyi's. They both felt that all they met in the institute were writers whom they had admired like stars before. They felt very inferior, so they always worked extra hard to study seriously every day.
It has been more than half a year since he won the award, and he has not written a single work, which has increased his anxiety and inferiority. Especially when he sees people like Lin Weimin and Gu Hua who are born storytellers, he is filled with envy and jealousy.
Cheng Shixu's gloomy mood was out of tune with the lively atmosphere in the dormitory. He left the dormitory alone and planned to go to the yard to relax.
It happened that Lin Weimin was going to the washroom to wash clothes. When the two passed each other, Lin Weimin heard a sentence: "Weimin, tell me, am I not suitable for the path of writing?"
Lin Weimin stopped while holding a basin of clothes. "What's wrong? Are you still being sentimental?"
Cheng Shixu smiled bitterly, "How can I not be sentimental? I have hardly written anything decent this year."
"I don't know what to write." He emphasized again.
Lin Weimin looked at the misery on his face, thought for a moment and said, "I don't have much experience in writing, but I can give you an example."
"A sample?"
"Have you read my novella?"
Cheng Shixu nodded, "It's really well written."
"With the same storyline and character background, how about we each tell the story again?"
"Ah, this... is to write a new novel?"
"right."
Cheng Shixu was speechless. This was the first time he had heard of such a writing style.
"How do I write this?"
"You can write whatever you want. The characters and the general plot are already there. This subject matter is naturally full of suspense and conflict, so it's not difficult to write."
"How about it? Do you want to give it a try?"
Lin Weimin asked Cheng Shixu with a smile.
He struggled for a few seconds, but when he thought that the original author Lin Weimin was willing to lend him his creativity, if he didn't even dare to write this, he might as well give up writing.
"Okay, let's do it." Cheng Shixu said firmly.
(End of this chapter)
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