Chapter 47 The Ordinary Little Fatty
Lin Weimin did not directly answer Qin Chaoyang's question.
"There is a classmate in our literature class named Shen Yuezhong, who has been writing since the 1960s. In the past few years, he was very scared when writing, but he was always able to write something that satisfied him in the cracks. Now, everything is let go, but he can't write anymore. He said that he is now like a net with very sparse mesh. Once it is cast, no matter what it is, it will slip through the mesh.
Director Qin, Shen Yuezhong's situation is known as "running out of talent" in the old saying, but in fact, his writing skills are still online. The most fundamental reason for his situation is that he has only been able to write one type of thing for many years. Once he is allowed to write freely, he doesn't know what to write. "
Qin Chaoyang asked in return: "It's not necessarily a bad thing for a writer to only write one type of thing, right?"
Lin Weimin nodded. "It's certainly not a bad thing for a writer to specialize in one genre or writing style, but it's not a good thing for the literary world. As editors, we should find ways to avoid this situation. We must remember that 'a single flower does not make spring, a hundred flowers in full bloom make the whole garden full of spring'."
“Well said.”
Lin Weimin added: "Innovation and keeping pace with the times should not only be slogans for social development, but also the direction of our literary creation. We must be careful not to let some people lead literature in the direction of niche and highbrow literature. There are already such signs. If we always ignore the meaning and thought, we will ignore the literature itself."
"So, that's why you wrote "The Death of Euler"? " Qin Chaoyang suddenly asked.
"'The Death of Yura' is just a coincidence, it just happened at the right time."
"But we have to admit that the appearance of "The Death of Euler" opened the precedent for the creation of magical realism in China." Qin Chaoyang praised again.
Seeing that the building was getting more and more crooked, Lin Weimin said, "Director Qin, what I just said is just my personal opinion. Please don't laugh at me."
Qin Chaoyang waved his hand, "How could that be? You do have some truth in what you said."
After Qin Chaoyang praised him, he paused for a moment and said, "The agency is still considering your matter. I have a question for you."
Lin Weimin suppressed his excitement and said, "You go ahead."
"What made you want to be an editor in our company?"
Lin Weimin smiled shyly, "To be honest, I am an unemployed vagrant now. This time I came to the Institute of Literature and Studies to study, which is a rare opportunity. I was fortunate to meet several editors of Contemporary Magazine. I am personally very interested in this job. I think writing and editing complement each other and teach and learn from each other. If I can do this job, I believe it will be beneficial to my personal creation."
"I understand." Qin Chaoyang nodded slightly, and after a few seconds he said, "Wait for the work first."
"Thank you, Director Qin." Lin Weimin realized that it was time for him to leave. "Then I'll go first."
Back at the editorial office, Rong Shihui asked Lin Weimin: "How is it?"
"I don't know. It looks like an inspection."
Rong Shihui asked: "So it passed smoothly?"
"I dare not say so."
"It's written on your face."
Lin Weimin chuckled.
The two chatted for a while, and Lin Weimin prepared to get up and say goodbye.
At this time, the middle-aged fat man sitting next to Zhu Changsheng's workstation stood up and left. After he left, Zhu Changsheng came over and said to Rong Shihui with a wry smile: "This Lu Yao is really too stubborn!"
"Talented people always have a temper," said Rong Shihui.
Um?
Lin Weimin turned his head and looked at the figure that had disappeared at the door. Lu Yao?
Is this the Lu Yao he knows?
It seems that the name has a very low duplication rate, and I encountered it in the editorial department of "Contemporary", so it should be correct.
I never thought that this ordinary little fat boy was actually Lu Yao.
At this time, Lu Yao had not yet published his famous work "Life". He had only published some short stories with little influence and worked as an editor for "Yanhe" magazine.
While the two were talking, Lin Weimin stood up and said goodbye.
Coming out of the red brick building, Lin Weimin happened to see Lu Yao walking back and forth on the basketball court alone with his head down.
"Brother!" Lin Weimin shouted.
Lu Yao raised his head. He was wearing a pair of brown glasses and looked at Lin Weimin with questioning eyes.
"What a coincidence! Is this the second time we meet?"
Lu Yao had an impression of Lin Weimin. Lin Weimin took the initiative to talk to him, and he nodded: "Yes, hello."
"Hello, I'm Lin Weimin!" Lin Weimin extended his hand towards Lu Yao.
Lu Yao held his hand and asked uncertainly, "The author of "The Death of Yura"?"
"Yes." Lin Weimin said with a smile.
“Your work is really well written.”
"Thank you very much, thank you very much. What's the matter with you being so depressed?"
"Hey, nothing. I just had trouble with the manuscript revision."
Lin Weimin laughed and said, "I thought it was nothing. Don't worry, just fix it slowly! By the way, do you live here?"
"right."
What the hospital at No. 166 Chaonei Street lacks the least is authors who come on loan to write or revise manuscripts.
"I'm glad to have met a new friend today. It's noon, so let's go for a walk and have a meal together."
"No."
"It's okay, don't be polite, we are all friends."
Completely ignoring Lu Yao's refusal, Lin Weimin pulled him away. This extraordinary enthusiasm made Lu Yao at a loss for a moment.
The two chatted during the meal, and Lin Weimin found out that Lu Yao came this time to revise the work "A Thrilling Scene".
"I submitted this novel to several publications. Contemporary was my last attempt. Fortunately, they all thought it was good, but they needed to revise the manuscript, which was a headache."
"A work is incomplete if it has not been revised," Lin Weimin said jokingly.
"Have you ever revised the manuscript?" Lu Yao asked.
"this……"
Lin Weimin hesitated. It was true that his manuscripts had been rejected before, but he seemed to have no experience of revising them.
His reaction immediately made Lu Yao feel shocked. It seems that you are talking without any pain in your waist!
"Don't worry about these details." Lin Weimin patted his shoulder. "With your level, there will be no problem in publishing it."
Lin Weimin spoke in a tone like a charlatan, and Lu Yao felt that he was even more confident than himself, the person involved.
"I'll lend you my good words."
"Trust me, it's okay!"
After finishing the meal, Lin Weimin said, "If you get bored while revising manuscripts by yourself, come to the Institute of Literature and Art to play with me. We are on holiday now."
When the two were chatting just now, Lu Yao had already learned that Lin Weimin was currently studying at the Institute of Literature. "Okay, I'll definitely go there when I have time. I'm also curious about your Institute of Literature."
After saying goodbye, Lu Yao looked at Lin Weimin's back and couldn't help but sigh.
Being young and talented, such a life is really enviable!
(End of this chapter)
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