Chapter 328 Tiesheng, You Have Changed
"Hope" is a comprehensive literary magazine on campus initiated and founded by the 1977 class of the Chinese Department of Northwest University at the end of 1978. The works published are of various genres, including novels, poems, essays, reportage, miscellaneous essays, scripts, essays, movie stories, as well as reviews, translations, and evaluations of foreign writers and their works.
The magazine only published four issues and existed for only one year in Northwestern University's 100-year history.
It happened that Shi Tiesheng's "The Fate of Love" was submitted here that year. It happened that Cheng Ximi saw this article at that time.
"I know!" Cheng Ximi replied with a smile after Shi Tiesheng said the first sentence.
The smile on her face was as bright and brilliant as the sun, completely different from when she had just stopped the two men from entering the classroom.
Shi Tiesheng didn't expect her to say that, "How did you know?"
Cheng Ximi glanced at the wheelchair and Shi Tiesheng laughed in silence.
Lin Weimin complained that such an obvious feature could probably only be ignored by a man like you who is blinded by love, right?
The two of them stopped talking after saying one sentence, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Although we have been pen pals for five years, this is the first time we meet.
Teacher Lin was very self-aware and said, "Well, Tiesheng, I have something else to do. You two can chat for a while. I'll be downstairs in a while. Call me!"
As he spoke, he let go of the wheelchair with both hands and closed the classroom door.
It still has to be me!
I turned around with pride in my heart and was startled.
A group of students had surrounded him without him noticing.
"Lin Weimin?"
Lin Weimin felt something was wrong and tiptoed to look towards the stairs. Students who had just finished class were flocking in this direction and the corridor was crowded.
He and Shi Tiesheng had talked to someone since they entered the building. Lin Weimin thought of the middle-aged teacher on the first floor who looked honest.
How come the words of you intellectuals are as unreliable as those of literati?
"Is that Teacher Lin?"
"Lin Weimin? Is it really Lin Weimin?"
More and more students who heard the news rushed to the door of the classroom on the east side of the second floor, blocking the corridor.
Lin Weimin shouted helplessly: "Students, calm down! Calm down!"
The moment they heard Lin Weimin's voice, the crowd gathered closer and looked at him with surging emotions.
"Teacher Lin, Teacher Lin, I am your reader!"
"I like your Farewell My Concubine the best!"
"Teacher Lin, why did you come to our school?"
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The college students surrounded Lin Weimin enthusiastically. He was like a small boat in the ocean, swaying in the wind and rain.
"Don't crowd, don't crowd, it's not convenient to talk here. Everyone listen to me, step back in an orderly manner, let's find a spacious place outside the teaching building to talk, okay?"
"Come on, everyone, step back, step back!"
Lin Weimin shouted loudly and pulled the students in the front to shout with him, stopping the team from rushing forward.
After more than ten seconds, the crowd began to disperse, and Lin Weimin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned and looked at the closed classroom door.
Tiesheng, ah Tiesheng, you have to do your best!
The crowd retreated and arrived in front of the building.
The 1980s was the era of literature. If we were to identify the group of people with the most literary youth in society, it would be college students.
Teacher Lin stood on the steps in front of the teaching building, with hundreds of pairs of eyes looking at him eagerly.
It would be inappropriate not to drink some chicken soup at this time.
It was January in Xi'an and the cold wind was howling, but it could not stop Teacher Lin's enthusiasm for teaching and educating students.
He thought for a moment, then opened his mouth and spoke fluently and wittily.
The students were fascinated by the show, with bright eyes.
Cheng Ximi, who was standing by the window on the second floor, listened to Lin Weimin's speech with admiration on her face, "He is indeed a great writer!"
Shi Tiesheng felt uncomfortable when he heard Cheng Ximi praising Lin Weimin. This kid was trying to steal too much limelight.
This is exactly: I suffered the cold wind because of you, while you were holding a girl in the classroom!
The unusual situation in front of the Mathematics Department building attracted the attention of the department's leaders. After inquiring about the situation, the department head found out that the young man standing in front of the building and giving a speech was actually the great writer Lin Weimin. He quickly called a few security guards to maintain order.
After waiting for a long time for Lin Weimin's speech to come to an end, the students in the audience suddenly became excited and more students were seen pouring in.
More and more students are gathering, and if one thing goes wrong it will be a big problem!
It is impossible to drive them away by force. Today's college students are not like the sheep of later generations who can be driven away by anyone.
The department head could only go up to Lin Weimin and discuss, "Teacher Lin, how about changing the location?"
Lin Weimin apologized, "I'm really sorry. I came to your school to visit my friends, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I'm sorry to have caused trouble for the school."
"It's all right. The school and the students are so happy to meet a great writer like you."
The department head even lost all his dignity in order to get rid of this living ancestor.
Under the circumstances today, it is impossible not to let the students fulfill their wish and have a close contact with Teacher Lin.
The department head suggested changing the venue of the exchange to the school auditorium. Lin Weimin readily agreed, and the department head then breathed a sigh of relief.
After the department head announced the news to the students on the steps, and with Lin Weimin's persuasion, the students surrounded Lin Weimin and walked towards the auditorium.
More and more people gathered along the way, and it was a huge procession. Lin Weimin walked at the head, wearing a black suit, just like a gangster movie.
When they arrived at the auditorium entrance, students filed in. Lin Weimin then said to the dean, "Dean, I have a friend upstairs!"
"I heard about it, I heard about Comrade Shi Tiesheng. I will go back and ask the two teachers for help."
Lin Weimin nodded to the department director and said, "Thank you, Director!"
After that, he walked into the auditorium and slowly closed the door with both hands. His face was tragic and his eyes were firm.
For my brothers, I will risk my life for them.
In the evening, at a restaurant in front of the gate of Northwest University.
Shi Tiesheng and Cheng Ximi sat opposite each other. The girl's smile was still as bright as ever, and Lin Weimin sitting next to her seemed so redundant.
After dinner, Lin Weimin created conditions for the two of them and let them walk on the road outside for more than an hour.
He only appeared after Shi Tiesheng sent Cheng Ximi back to the dormitory.
"How was the chat?" Lin Weimin looked gossipy.
"Very good." A hint of shyness flashed across Shi Tiesheng's face.
Lin Weimin nodded with satisfaction, it was worth the sacrifice I made for you two.
"Keep working hard tomorrow and try to bring Comrade Ximi to Yanjing!"
Lin Weimin set an ambitious goal for Shi Tiesheng.
"Nonsense, she works here, how can she go to Yanjing?"
"Everything depends on human effort. You two should talk first, and I'll help you with the rest!"
Shi Tiesheng was moved.
As it got dark, Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng to the guesthouse of the SX Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
That day, Lin Weimin was exhausted and fell asleep on the bed in a daze for a while.
Feeling the urge to pee, he got up to go to the bathroom and saw Shi Tiesheng sitting at the desk, writing with a silly grin on his face. It was obvious that he was writing some sour poems or love letters.
As soon as he moved, Shi Tiesheng was like a frightened quail, covering the table with his hands and not moving.
Lin Weimin stood up and passed by, took a look, and it was covered tightly and nothing could be seen.
After coming back from the toilet, Shi Tiesheng repeated the same operation.
Lin Weimin sighed helplessly, "Tiesheng, you have changed!"
The next day, Cheng Ximi took a special leave to accompany Shi Tiesheng.
Lin Weimin did not act as a third wheel, but went to the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles to find Lu Yao.
"How did you get into this state?"
Lin Weimin was a little surprised that he hadn't seen Lu Yao for more than a year. At only 36 years old, his back was already a little hunched, his temples were graying, and the fine wrinkles on his face could not be hidden.
Lu Yao enthusiastically talked to Lin Weimin about the manuscript he was writing.
Lu Yao told Lin Weimin in the letter that in September he took two large boxes of materials and books, a dozen packs of cigarettes and two cans of Nestle coffee and went to Chenjiagou Coal Mine to experience life there. He just returned to the Literary Association last month.
"After the New Year, I still have to go there. You don't know, I was there, and I felt very special when I wrote it."
Lu Yao was very excited when talking about novels.
"Then you have to take care of your health too." Lin Weimin said with some concern.
From the time he had this idea until this year, it has only been a little over a year and he has already made himself into this state. If he really waits until the novel is finished, Lin Weimin dare not imagine how he will ruin himself.
After listening to Lin Weimin's concern and worry, Lu Yao smiled silently.
"For the people! Brother Cheng is right. A writer must have a novel to start with. I don't know if my novel will be worthy of such an evaluation, but I have to write it and try my best!"
Lin Weimin pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't you go to Yanjing to write? I'll find you a place with a better environment."
Lu Yao shook his head and said firmly, "Without that environment, I can't write it!"
Lin Weimin sighed helplessly. In fact, when he said that, he already knew Lu Yao's answer.
"Then you can go to Yanjing after you finish writing the first draft. Is that okay?"
Lu Yao nodded hesitantly, "Okay then."
At noon, the leader of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles invited Lin Weimin to have a meal, and Lu Yao accompanied him.
After dinner, Lin Weimin borrowed a car from the leader of the Cultural Association. This time, Shi Tiesheng was planning to go back to northern Shaanxi where he had been sent to work in the countryside. The leader of the Cultural Association readily agreed and not only borrowed the car, but also assigned a driver, Xiao Li, to Lin Weimin.
The next day, Xiao Li drove Lin Weimin and the triumphant Shi Tiesheng back to northern Shaanxi, the place he had been dreaming of.
The "Qingping Bay" in the novel is actually called Guanjiazhuang.
The river in front of the village is called Qingping River. The river formed by the erosion and siltation of Qingping River is called Qingping River, so Shi Tiesheng called this place "Qingping Bay".
The local commune had long been informed by the Provincial Literary Association that the educated youth who had worked in the countryside with them had now become nationally famous writers and wanted to come back to visit.
When Lin Weimin and his companions arrived at the commune, they were led by the people from the commune to Guanjiazhuang.
The trip was relatively smooth. Shi Tiesheng met many old acquaintances and reminisced about the past.
I just felt a little lost when I left, and lamented that I was more polite to everyone this time and not as friendly as before.
(End of this chapter)
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