Chapter 633 You’re not playing by the rules!
After more than half a year of editing, Haizi's collection of poems is about to be published. For the sake of his old friend's collection of poems, Xichuan has devoted all his efforts in the past three years.
Now that the time has finally come for publication, he feels relieved that everything is finally worth it.
Xichuan and Mo Wenzheng discussed the name of the collection of poems for a long time, and finally decided to call it "Haizi's Poems".
"Haizi's Poems" includes all the short poems written by Haizi between 1984 and 1989, including Haizi's famous work "Asian Bronze" and Haizi's most well-known "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom".
The first print run of the poetry collection is 5,000 copies, a very conservative number that is usually reserved for new writers with no reader base.
Considering Haizi's fame in the domestic poetry world, this number of copies should not have been enough. But the problem is that after experiencing the peak in the 1970s and 1980s, domestic poetry took a sharp turn for the worse after entering the 1990s, so Guowen Publishing House decided on a relatively conservative first print run number.
Nishikawa had no complaints about the decision of Guowen Publishing House. It was good enough that the book could be published.
On the day the poetry collection was released, Xichuan rushed to the Dengshikou branch of the China Bookstore during his lunch break. He usually liked to go there to buy books.
"Hai Zi's Poems" went on sale today, and he wanted to buy a copy to keep as a souvenir.
The weather in May is warm and windy.
There are people coming and going in front of the bookstore, including many young faces. Nishikawa lamented that he and his friends used to linger in bookstores like this.
"Haizi's Poems" had just been released and was placed on the bookshelf at the door. Xichuan saw it at a glance.
He didn't rush to buy the book, but stood there and observed for a while.
Almost all readers who come into the store will stop for a while at the shelf with new books and pick up one or two to read.
He had been in the store for more than 20 minutes, and Haizi's Poems had been picked up four times, and two copies had been sold. Poetry has always been liked by people, but it is not as popular as before.
The two young men were obviously poetry lovers, and they were discussing a collection of poems.
"Haizi actually published a collection of poems? And it was published by Guowen Publishing House?"
"I never expected it. Alas, it didn't come out when I was alive, but it came out after I died."
"It's always a good thing to be able to publish. Let me take a look. Hey, Xichuan's name is on the editorial board. I guess he must have arranged it."
"Xichuan, the 'Three Musketeers'! Alas, it's a pity that two of them are gone."
The two young men chatted for a while while holding the poetry collection, and finally one of them bought one and left.
Nishikawa, standing in the corner, listened to their conversation, tears filling his eyes.
Of the three musketeers, two are missing!
The publication of "Haizi's Poems" has far greater symbolic significance than practical significance.
The publication of "Haizi's Poems" by Guowen Publishing House, the highest literary institution of a country, is tantamount to acknowledging Haizi's artistic achievements throughout his life. This is more important than any sales volume. This event caused a great response in the domestic Misty Poetry circle.
In mid-May, Xiao Doubao will be one month old.
Lin Weimin and his wife planned to hold a full-month banquet and only invite relatives and close friends.
Two days before the full moon banquet, Lin Weimin solemnly handed the manuscript of the modified version of "Spirited Away" to Tao Huimin.
It took less than a month from the time Tao Huimin made the request when her child was just one week old to the time the novel was completed.
The efficiency is still good, and Teacher Lin is still as good as ever!
Tao Huimin touched the edge of the manuscript and rubbed it twice with her fingers out of habit. It was a little thin and not full enough.
But looking at her husband's face, she decided to let it go. After all, he is middle-aged and it is understandable that he is unable to do things.
Tao Huimin had been writing the novel for so many days, but she still hadn't read it. Now that it was finally finished, she had to read it carefully. Unexpectedly, she couldn't put it down after reading it.
"Hui Min! Hui Min!"
When Tao Huimin heard the shout, her mind was pulled away from the world in the book and she looked at Lin Weimin.
"Are you fascinated by it?" Lin Weimin asked.
Tao Huimin was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Weimin, your novel is so well written!"
Seeing that she was satisfied, Lin Weimin felt relieved.
"This time my mission is accomplished!" Lin Weimin said with a smile.
Tao Huimin asked: "Do you plan to publish this novel?"
"You want to publish?"
"Of course. Although you wrote this for Xiao Doubao, I also hope that children all over the world can read it. I believe that if Xiao Doubao understands this novel when he grows up, he will definitely be proud of you!"
Tao Huimin looked at her husband with eyes full of admiration.
"Then publish it."
“Which publication did you submit it to?”
"When I was a kid, my classmate used to be an editor there!"
Lin Weimin made a special call to Huang Anyi.
"An Yi, you have to thank me this time!"
Huang Anyi on the other end of the phone was confused and had no idea what this was about, but she had long been accustomed to Lin Weimin's speaking style, so she asked in a soft voice what was going on.
When Huang Anyi heard that Lin Weimin had written a fairy tale for his daughter, she was silent for a moment.
After a long while, she said, "Your work doesn't need to go through me. Children's Times will also be eager to buy it."
"If it weren't for you, I would have given it to Children's Literature."
"Childhood" is the first children's literature magazine in New China. The magazine is located in Shanghai. "Children's Literature" was founded a few years later. Both are top magazines in the field of children's literature in China.
Hearing him say this, Huang Anyi felt a little better and said, "Then I'll tell the editorial department. I think they'll be so happy!"
Not long after the two of them finished their phone call, Lin Weimin received a call from Qiu Shilong, the editor-in-chief of "Childhood Times" magazine.
Qiu Shilong was overjoyed when he received Huang Anyi's call, and he couldn't wait to contact Lin Weimin. After briefly understanding the situation of the work, Lin Weimin sent the manuscript by registered mail.
He now completely uses the computer to write, and is not worried about the manuscript being lost midway. At worst, he can just print another copy.
After mailing the manuscript, Lin Weimin returned home and saw Tao Huimin staring at the sleeping little bean bun, thinking seriously.
"What are you thinking about?"
Tao Huimin raised her head and said, "Weimin, how about calling the little bean curd Lin Qianxun?"
Um?
You're not playing by the rules!
Since the beginning of their pregnancy, the couple has been thinking hard about the name of their child. They have come up with no less than 20 names, but after looking at them, it seems that none of them are good enough. They have not decided on one until now, so that Xiao Doubao is still an unregistered child.
Lin Weimin never expected that his wife would name the child just by reading a novel. The previous ten months of racking his brains and thinking hard seemed like a joke.
Although Lin Weimin made some changes to "Spirited Away", the title of the book did not change. It is still called "Spirited Away". He thinks it sounds better than a name like "The Adventures of Spirited Away".
"Hui Min, stop joking. Qianxun is just the name of a character in a novel."
"What's wrong with the characters in the novel? Didn't you write this novel for your daughter? You came up with so many names, and I think this one is the most thoughtful!"
At this point, Tao Huimin couldn't help but give Lin Weimin a blank look, meaning that he didn't care as much about his daughter as about writing novels, and even the names he gave to the characters in the novels were better-sounding than those he gave to his daughter.
It’s unfair, my Lord!
Lin Weimin was indignant. Why was the name I gave to my daughter not nice?
"I don't agree."
Seeing his tough attitude, Tao Huimin said softly, "I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times. Suddenly I turned around and found him standing in the dimming lights. The name Qianxun has an allusion and artistic conception. Didn't you say that before? That's how I felt when you met me that year."
Lin Weimin couldn't help but recall the stunning glimpse on the Broken Bridge of West Lake.
Well, actually this name is not bad.
It just feels a bit perfunctory.
In particular, Lin Weimin felt frustrated when he thought about the names he had worked so hard to come up with, but they were of no use at all.
I wonder what the little girl would think if she grew up and found out that the name of the fictional character came first and then her name.
On the next day, Xiao Doubao’s full moon banquet was held, and relatives and friends gathered together.
Tao Huimin announced the name of Xiao Doubao in public, and everyone praised it in unison, saying that the name was not only meaningful but also catchy.
Yu Hua did not forget to flatter him, "Teacher Lin, you are really good at writing. The name you gave to the child is really extraordinary!"
Lin Weimin couldn't help but spit out blood again and looked at Yu Hua with an unfriendly look.
Yu Hua was frightened by his stare and cleverly planned to slip away, but was stopped by Lin Weimin.
"You and Cheng Hong have been married for almost half a year, right? When do you plan to have a child?"
Yu Hua thought Lin Weimin was concerned about him, "We are not in a hurry. We plan to have children in a few years when we are just two of us."
Lin Weimin shook his head and said, "You two are not young anymore. You are 33 this year, right? Haven't you heard that the older a man is, the worse the quality of his sperm is, which directly affects the IQ and health of his future children. Some men in their 40s and 50s have children in their old age, and the children are either born with physical disabilities or IQ problems."
Yu Hua looked at Lin Weimin in horror.
To induce labor, you have to rely on Teacher Lin. All the earnest advice and gentle persuasion are just unorthodox methods. If you want to induce labor, you have to use force.
Just ask: "XX, you don't want your child to be born **, right?"
Yu Hua knew that Lin Weimin's words were exaggerated, but he couldn't help but let his mind run wild. When he returned to his table, his mind was still thinking about the terrible scene that Lin Weimin had described for him.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Hong couldn't help asking when she saw that he looked distracted.
Yu Hua looked at Cheng Hong, "Cheng Hong, you are thirty-one this year, right?"
"You're asking even though you know the answer." Cheng Hong said unhappily, then felt something was wrong and said in a bad tone, "What do you mean? Do you think I'm too old?"
"That's not what I meant... I meant that we are both in our thirties, isn't it time to have a child?"
After Yu Hua finished speaking, Cheng Hong calmed down. She glanced at the people around her and said in a low voice, a little embarrassed, "Didn't you say that you would have the baby two years later?"
"It's one thing now, it's another. Today I saw the little bean bun in Teacher Lin's house, and I think children are actually quite cute." Yu Hua started to talk nonsense.
The little bean bun was just one month old. She was so cute and adorable that Cheng Hong couldn't help but feel moved when she thought about her appearance.
"I'll do whatever you say."
Hearing her words, Yu Hua felt relieved.
It is better to give birth earlier, and the risk is lower.
Yu Hua held Cheng Hong's hand and told her that she must hurry up and save every second when she got back.
Thinking of this, he didn't even bother to drink the full moon wine. Seeing that the time was almost up, he pulled Cheng Hong and left Lin Weimin's house.
Seeing Yu Hua and his wife leave, Lin Weimin nodded with satisfaction.
I have so many names in my hand. Yu Hua, if you work hard, at least these names of mine can be put to use.
But after all, it is other people who name the child, so Teacher Lin will definitely not force anyone, he is just giving a suggestion.
As we all know, Mr. Lin is open to advice and will never retaliate against anyone who does not adopt his suggestions.
(End of this chapter)
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