Chapter 38 Readers' Letters
Lin Weimin liked Shi Tiesheng's open-mindedness and toughness. Even though they had only met twice, they became good friends.
After returning to the office, typist Xiao Lin found Lin Weimin and handed him a big package.
"These are letters forwarded from Zhongshan. They say that they were all sent to their editorial department by readers of your article. They asked you to pick out some letters and reply to the readers."
"so much?"
"Talent proves popularity. Look at them, even if they want more, they won't have the chance!"
Kobayashi stuck out his lips towards the other students in the cafeteria, and they all looked at him with an expression that said, "You are such an ignorant kid."
Lin Weimin took the package and said, "Thank you, Teacher Xiaolin!"
Teacher Kobayashi showed a satisfied smile. The person she liked most in the school was Lin Weimin. Calling her Teacher Kobayashi made people feel warmed.
"It's okay. You're welcome."
Lin Weimin took the package and put it on the table. Before he could do anything, several people from the class came up.
These days it is very normal for readers to write to the editorial department or publishing house when they see good articles in magazines or newspapers.
Forwarding so many letters at one time indirectly reflects how popular Lin Weimin's novel published in "Zhongshan" is.
Everyone opened the package and read the letters inside one by one.
"This is from Nanjing, this is from Tianjin, this is from Shanghai, and this is from Yanjing. I guess you don't know that Weimin is in Yanjing?"
Several people laughed and sorted the letters in the package.
Although everyone has published works, not everyone can enjoy so many letters from readers.
"It really is from all over the country, from all corners of the world! Weimin, open it and take a look." Qu Xiaowei put the letter in front of Lin Weimin.
Lin Weimin slid the letter into the package and said, "What are you looking at? Go do what you need to do and don't make trouble for me."
There were so many letters, conservatively estimated to be 500 to 600. Even if he picked out one-tenth of them to reply, that would be 50 to 60. If each letter was 500 words, that would be 20,000 to 30,000 words, almost as much as two short stories.
The key point is that he doesn’t make any money from this thing!
"Floating! Floating! I think you are floating!"
At night, Lin Weimin sat in his dormitory and replied to the letter.
Guo Yudao came back from outside, looking very bad. He asked, "Old Guo, what happened?"
"Maybe I didn't eat well last night. I have diarrhea."
"You look pale, do you need to go to the hospital?"
"It's okay, just take some medicine and it will be fine, it's a common thing."
Huang Zonghan poured Guo Yudao a cup of hot water and said, "His complexion is naturally yellow. It shouldn't be a problem if he takes the medicine."
Lin Weimin had just returned from Shi Tiesheng's visit today. He stared at Guo Yudao's face and said, "I think you should go see a doctor. Diarrhea is not a big deal, but it's not right if it happens all the time. And looking at your complexion and body shape, is there something wrong with your liver?"
Guo Yudao took a sip of hot water and said with a wry smile: "Don't scare me."
"How can this be a scare? Don't delay treating illness. Early detection and early treatment are the only way to deal with it. The longer you delay, the more trouble you will have."
Huang Zonghan said: "It shouldn't be that serious, right? I see Lao Guo usually eats a lot, and it's pretty good!"
Guo Yudao understood that Lin Weimin had good intentions. "Wait until you have time later. I still have classes to attend at the institute now."
People of Guo Yudao's generation have long been accustomed to endurance. If they have any minor illness, they can just endure it and it will go away. But if they have a serious illness and go to the hospital, it will be useless due to limited medical conditions.
Lin Weimin shook his head slightly. After all, Guo Yudao just had diarrhea now, and he couldn't force him to go to the hospital.
"Dear teacher Lin Weimin, hello: My name is Guan Xiaoyan, and I am a middle school student from Jinling Girls' High School. I am very fortunate to have read your masterpiece "Lush" in the latest issue of "Zhongshan". I like this novel very much..."
Lin Weimin bent over his desk to open the letter, spending a few minutes reading the contents of the letter, then thought for a moment before writing back to the reader.
I wrote seven or eight letters in one night and my hands were sore.
He stood up and moved around for more than ten minutes, then began to write the remaining content of "The Cliff", the manuscript of which Mr. Wan Jiabao had taken away.
The manuscript was taken away, but the plot and characters were still in his mind, so he continued to write.
When Huang Zonghan saw such a scene, he would always say with envy, "Weimin really makes a living from this. If it were me, I would definitely not remember it."
This time, when creating "The Cliff", Lin Weimin planned to write it as a long novel. The manuscript that Mr. Wan Jiabao took away alone had 80,000 words. According to his estimate, the volume of this novel should be around 200,000 words.
There are hundreds of characters and a rigorous and meticulous plot. It is easy to forget them without an outstanding memory.
At around nine o'clock, Lin Weimin looked up and saw that several people in the dormitory were already lying on the bed reading. He stopped writing, thinking that it was time for everyone to go to bed and he should not disturb them.
"Weimin, how many words have you written in your novel?" Huang Zonghan asked Lin Weimin while lying in bed yet not falling asleep.
"Including the ones that were taken away, there are nearly 120,000 words."
Huang Zonghan exclaimed: "You are really a quick shooter. You have written 40,000 words in just a few days."
Maybe it’s because of the overly eccentric and active ideas of later generations, but in terms of writing efficiency, Lin Weimin really crushes most people in the class.
Among this group of people, those who can write three to four thousand words a day are considered quick-witted and diligent. Most people usually only write about two thousand words. A loser like Qu Xiaowei often writes over and over again, throwing manuscripts all over the floor without leaving even a single word behind.
In fact, it’s not that Lin Weimin is really much better than everyone else, but that their concepts are different.
Most of the students in the class are used to carefully consider every word and sentence when writing, to ensure the text is refined and accurate. In this way, even if the state and inspiration are good, they are delayed in the writing stage, and the efficiency is bound to be very slow.
Lin Weimin was different from them. He didn't care whether it was good or not, he just wrote it out first. After writing it, he kept revising it, and inspiration came again while he was revising it.
"Old Huang, you can say a man is good at anything, but you can't say he is fast!" Lin Weimin suddenly grabbed the steering wheel.
"You don't even have a partner, what can you do?"
The two of them joked for a while, and Jiao Yundian asked, "How are the others doing?"
"Anyway, I haven't heard of anyone finishing their work. Ni Zhanheng has made good progress. He used to write about military themes. The theme that Wei Min picked this time is a new attempt for most of the class, so they will definitely need to adapt to it."
There are dozens of students in a class, and the creative direction is very complicated.
Jiao Yundian nodded, "I feel relieved when you say that."
Lin Weimin joked, "Old Jiao, your thinking is a bit slippery! You didn't do well in the exam, so why do you still hope that your classmates will fail too?"
Jiao Yundian's face twitched and the soles of his shoes were ready to move.
(End of this chapter)
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