Chapter 487: Saving All Living Beings, Old Thief Lin
The novel "Life is Beautiful Anyway" is not only published in a different channel from the past, but also has a different era background and character settings.
Many people thought they had bought the wrong book when they first read this novel, but when they flipped over the cover, they saw the name "Lin Weimin" indeed written on it.
I continued reading with doubts, and a sense of authentic French style came over me.
The style of this novel is different from those masterpieces by French literary masters such as Balzac and Alexandre Dumas that many literature lovers have read. The story is full of joy from the very beginning. Many older readers even feel that this joyful atmosphere is a bit unrealistic after reading the first 20,000 words.
Most readers will find themselves frowning when they reach the middle section. If the novel continues to develop in this direction, it will probably be a mediocre and joyful work.
Many critics did not even have time to read the later content, and judged that Lin Weimin's performance this time was a complete failure based on the previous content.
They have even figured out the reasons.
It was nothing more than that he went to France to receive the Goncourt Prize, saw the glamorous world of France, was flattered by others, and his mind became confused. He overestimated his own abilities and wrote such a work to flatter the French.
There are many people who hold this idea. Some of them did not choose to read on and began to write furiously, preparing to denounce Lin Weimin's depravity.
Others, however, continued reading patiently.
When they saw that the Galiyan family was captured by the Nazis and taken to a concentration camp, many people nodded, and the story finally had some arc.
When many people saw Galiyan tell his son that this was just a game, their eyes lit up and they began to feel excited.
As Garyan risked his life again and again to weave beautiful dreams for his son, readers' hearts were completely captured by the novel. Everyone was worried about Garyan's safety and felt anxious about his every adventure.
As the story entered the second half, the Nazis retreated and the people in the concentration camp were finally able to escape from the hellish den. Readers all breathed a sigh of relief for Garyan.
But no one expected that when Galyan hid his son in the iron cabinet and prepared to find and rescue his wife, the god of fate no longer favored him and he was discovered by Nazi soldiers.
No one could control the tears in their eyes when watching the scene in the novel where Garyan took funny steps and made smiling faces at the iron cabinet where his son was, while his young son thought it was a game.
All the joy at this moment turns into boundless sadness and pain that surges towards the readers, catching them off guard and breaking their hearts on the spot.
Until he saw his son being carried onto the tank by the soldiers, Garyan fulfilled his promise to his son, but he lost his life forever.
Many people closed their books, wiped their tears and cursed!
Damn Lin Weimin, he really knows how to make people cry.
Many people are immersed in depressed emotions but feel somewhat puzzled. There are actually not many gray plots in the novel "Nothing". Most of the time it is joyful. We have read countless novels that are darker and sadder than this one. Why does it feel particularly painful and depressing this time?
This group of people read the novel several times and finally discovered the trick.
They read through the novel and did not find a single description of negative emotions. All the scenes were joyful, and even the Nazis in the novel seemed to be flesh and blood.
From the beginning to the end, people are completely immersed in the joyful and somewhat tense atmosphere.
Until Galiyan was captured by Nazi soldiers, in just a few hundred words of description, readers did not even see the direct description of Galiyan's death.
Only a single gunshot foreshadowed Garyan's death.
After analyzing the novel over and over again, readers finally understood that Lin Weimin did it purely on purpose this time.
Moreover, his technique is extremely clever. He wanted to write a tragedy, but he wrote it in the style of a comedy, making you laugh from beginning to end, but feeding you a shit in the end, which makes you unprepared.
Many people cried and cursed: "This old thief is so cruel and merciless! He has no conscience at all!"
The novel "Nothing", with its style of first (99%) joy and then (1%) sorrow, has left an indelible impression on all readers who have read it. Many people are still overwhelmed with the novel for days after reading it.
This novel is as sweet at the beginning as it is sad at the end.
This group of readers were immersed in this mood and felt extremely depressed whenever they thought of the ending of the novel.
Even when their relatives, friends and colleagues asked them about their opinions on the novel, almost all of them had the idea of saving all living beings.
"Great! It's so damn well written!"
“This novel is joyful from beginning to end.”
"Believe me, this novel has a unique style and is definitely a masterpiece that you cannot miss in recent years!"
More and more naive readers who do not know the truth are lured into the trap by a group of evil and scheming bitches. By the time they wake up, they are too busy to curse those who pushed them into the fire pit.
Everyone wiped their tears and cursed Lin the old thief!
The readers were filled with grief and indignation. Letters from readers poured into the Guowen Publishing House, denouncing Lin Weimin's sinister intentions in their letters.
There were also many young readers who cried and begged Lin Weimin to change the ending for them, so that Galyan must live until the victory of the war and have a happy family.
After signing for the reprinted manuscript fee slip, the young man in the front building reminded: "Teacher Lin, please go and collect the letters from the front building. The mail room is full."
"Please help deal with it first!" Lin Weimin said.
The young man smiled bitterly and said, "We can't handle it all. Your readers are too crazy. When we were sorting them out earlier, we found that many of the letters were written by one reader. There are quite a few such cases, and they are all students."
Lin Weimin was also somewhat helpless. "These people can't even read a novel peacefully. They just read whatever the author writes. Why would they have so many opinions?"
When he wrote novels in the past, he received a lot of letters from readers, some criticizing and some praising, but everyone just talked about the facts and the novel.
I don’t know what happened to “Nothing” this time, but all the letters he received were asking him to change the ending.
Lin Weimin felt very aggrieved. I took great pains to write such a perfect ending for you, and you asked me to change it?
It’s true that wild boars can’t eat fine bran!
"This only proves that you write good novels!" the young man flattered him.
Lin Weimin nodded, the young man has a future.
I went to the front building to sort out some of the readers' letters and put them in the trunk of the car.
"Decorate more, decorate more!" Uncle Zhai urged.
"There's no more room. For next time, for next time." Lin Weimin said.
Uncle Zhai packed up the letter for Lin Weimin and opened the back seat of the car. "Isn't there still room for this?"
"You are being a little unprofessional!"
Uncle Zhai slammed the car door shut with a bang.
"I'm doing this for the safety of the community. There are so many letters in the house. I might smoke a cigarette and then burn the building down."
"Then you should quit smoking."
"You want to kill me?"
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, smoking too much can easily lead to lung cancer!"
"You bastard!"
Amid Uncle Zhai's harmonious (po) voice (kou) and whispers (da) (ma), Lin Weimin returned to the back building.
It's almost five o'clock now, and my colleagues in the editorial department are getting ready to go off work.
Zhang Zhongye was packing up his things slowly. Everyone in the office was watching him and the atmosphere was depressing.
His job transfer has been completed, and he will report to Writers Publishing House next week as deputy editor-in-chief. He will not come tomorrow.
Lao Rong was not bragging this time.
"Old Zhang, hurry up, we're waiting for you to eat!" Lin Weimin said loudly.
Zhang Zhonge put everything in his hand into his bag, "Here I come!"
His movements seemed to speed up all of a sudden, and he called out to his colleagues, "Let's go, let's have some fun together today!"
Everyone smiled knowingly and said, "Let's go!"
"Where are we going to eat today?" everyone asked as they walked out of the Chinese Literature Society's door.
"Donglaishun!" Lin Weimin waved his hand.
"Eating Dong Lai Shun again?"
"I've decided that if anyone leaves our editorial department, we'll host a party at Donglaishun," said Lin Weimin.
"Puh, puh, puh!" Zhang Zhonge was looking back at the building of the National Literature Society with melancholy, and was disgusted by Lin Weimin's words, "Can you be more polite? We old comrades have finally escaped from your oppression, and we have to be provoked by you before we leave."
"Old comrades, please stop believing in feudal superstitions. You are leaders now, after all."
Lin Weimin's joke diluted the sadness of parting, and a group of people went to Donglaishun with laughter.
The next day, when the editorial department returned to work, the atmosphere in the office was a little depressing without the old colleague Zhang Zhongye. At this time, someone knocked on the office door.
Tong Zhonggui sat by the door and asked, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
The person who came said: "I'm here to submit an article!"
Contemporary is a famous domestic literary magazine, so it is not surprising that someone would come to submit their manuscripts. Tong Zhonggui said, "Give me your manuscripts and I will register them."
The man took out the manuscript from his bag and was about to hand it to Tong Zhonggui, but then he pulled back and said, "This manuscript is not mine. I am submitting it for a friend."
Tong Zhonggui was slightly surprised, then said: "It doesn't matter, you can provide me with your friend's information. We have registered and will contact your friend after reading the manuscript to tell him whether the manuscript is accepted."
The man handed the manuscript to Tong Zhonggui. When he registered, he said, "I have another letter here. It's from Mr. Zhou Shanhu, the editor-in-chief of Yellow River magazine. I want to..."
The visitor saw that Tong Zhonggui frowned and stopped talking.
"Comrade, we at Contemporary have only one criterion for accepting manuscripts, and that is the quality of the manuscript itself."
The visitor knew that Tong Zhonggui had misunderstood, and hurriedly said, "I know, I know. Please don't misunderstand me, that's not what I meant. This letter is a recommendation letter written spontaneously by this senior. My friend's novel is very well written, but no magazine is willing to publish it. This senior felt it was a pity, so he specially wrote a recommendation letter."
The man handed the letter over as he spoke. Tong Zhonggui hesitated, feeling that it was not right to accept it, nor was it right to refuse it.
Helplessly, he stood up and said, "Wait a moment, I'll ask for you."
Tong Zhonggui knocked on Lin Weimin's office door with the letter and the manuscript, "Teacher Lin, here is a manuscript that you might want to take a look at."
"Any questions?" Lin Weimin looked up from the manuscript.
"It is said that the editor-in-chief of Yellow River magazine wrote a letter of recommendation."
Upon hearing this, Lin Weimin put down the manuscript in his hand, stood up, took the letter and the manuscript, took a look at the contents of the letter, and then stood there in a daze.
(End of this chapter)
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