Chapter 88 New Inspiration
"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"
Shi Tiesheng had become accustomed to the familiar voices that could be heard in the yard every now and then. He pushed his wheelchair to the door and pushed it open, only to see Lin Weimin carrying something into the house.
"What is this?" Shi Tiesheng asked.
"This is welfare provided by the company. How can I eat so much by myself? I will send some to your family."
Shi Tiesheng sighed imperceptibly, he owed Weimin more and more favors.
It's not that he hadn't thought about rejecting Lin Weimin, but every time Lin Weimin's enthusiasm always made him unable to refuse, so he could only hide this gratitude in his heart. If there is a chance in the future, he must return it to Weimin double.
Lin Weimin sent a bag of Fuqiang flour and ten kilograms of pork to Shi Tiesheng's family. Shi's father stood there and kept looking at his son, not knowing how to respond to this kindness.
"Weimin, what can I say to you?"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Hey! Why are you being so polite to me? If you want to thank me, just write more articles and send them to our Contemporary Magazine."
Shi Tiesheng shook his head helplessly. Even if he wrote articles for "Contemporary", it did not mean that he could repay Lin Weimin's favor. He was just comforting himself.
"Where is Shi Lan?" Lin Weimin asked.
"They went out to play. At the end of the year, these kids are having fun like crazy." said Shi Tiesheng.
Father Shi poured Lin Weimin a cup of tea, and Lin Weimin stood up and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Father Shi nodded. He was not good at speaking.
Lin Weimin saw that the radiator he brought last time had been installed, and asked, "Is the radiator effective after installation?"
Father Shi smiled, "It's a lot warmer than before, thanks to you, Weimin."
As soon as Lin Weimin entered the house, he felt that it was a little warmer than before, and estimated that the temperature had increased by at least two or three degrees.
"It's good that it's useful. Tiesheng's body can't be frozen." He said with relief.
Father Shi was touched and said, "Thanks to you for thinking about Tiesheng..."
"Uncle, look at what you said. Tiesheng and I are friends, and this is just a convenient condition. Don't take it seriously."
Lin Weimin was chatting with Shi Tiesheng and his son when the door was pushed open from the outside. Shi Lan rushed into the house with excitement on his face, "Brother Lin, you're here?"
She was playing outside just now, and when she heard others say that there were guests at their house, she immediately ran home.
Among her brother's friends, Lin Weimin is the one who comes most frequently. She can have a big meal every time he comes. The food has not been improved for several days, and Shi Lan's stomach is about to rebel.
Lin Weimin looked at Shi Lan with amusement. He knew what this girl was thinking without having to guess.
Before he could say anything, Shi Lan's eyes fell on the Fuqiang flour and pork he carried, and her eyes lit up.
Shi Tiesheng and Lin Weimin looked at each other and a doting smile appeared on their faces.
While Lin Weimin and Shi Tiesheng were chatting, Shi Lan was playing around with flour and pork. It seemed that she would not give up until she had something to eat today.
"Brother Lin, please have dinner at our house tonight." Shi Lan's tone was very sincere.
"OK!"
Shi Lan jumped up excitedly. As long as Brother Lin ate at home, the food would definitely not be bad. Besides, he had just sent so many things.
Lin Weimin stayed for dinner, and Shi's father was the happiest. At least he could express his gratitude to Lin Weimin with his cooking skills.
"Have you written anything recently?" Shi Tiesheng asked Lin Weimin while Shi's father was cooking.
"I don't have any idea yet." Lin Weimin said.
He really hadn't thought about what he should write next. The few novels he wrote before were basically written under pressure from others, such as "The Death of Eula", "Insidious", and "The Cliff".
Now that he has left the environment of the Institute of Literature, he has also adapted to the intensity of the work. For a moment, he was a little confused and didn't know where to start.
"Then take a look at what I wrote."
Shi Tiesheng picked up the manuscript he had just finished writing from the desk.
The title is "Green Dream" and it is very short, probably less than 3,000 words.
I don’t know if it’s a professional habit, but after reading it, Lin Weimin had only a subconscious reaction: this manuscript cannot be published in "Contemporary".
Shi Tiesheng paid close attention to his expression and said, "It seems I still need to work hard!"
“Well written.”
"It's not bad, but not up to the standards of your Contemporary magazine, right?" Shi Tiesheng asked with a smile.
Lin Weimin did not lie and nodded.
The novel "Green Dream" is very consistent with the temperament of Shi Tiesheng's early works. It is not strong in narrative, but more like prose, just like "My Distant Qingping Bay" which made him famous in the future. Even Shi Tiesheng himself said that this novel is more like prose than a novel.
"I understand. I never intended to publish this novel. It just came from a dream. I also know it's not very well written."
"When it comes to writing, the most frightening thing is self-righteous self-admiration. Your current mentality is very good," said Lin Weimin.
Shi Tiesheng said: "Why do I feel like you are not praising me?"
"You are wronging me. It is crucial for a creator to have a clear understanding of himself and his works."
Shi Tiesheng had to admit that what Lin Weimin said made sense. If a person does not have a correct understanding of what he writes, it is impossible for him to write good works.
"Your work as an editor is not in vain. Now you can summarize it in a complete way."
“Haha, it’s all work experience!”
While the two were chatting, Shi's father had already prepared the meal.
After having dinner at Shi Tiesheng’s house, Lin Weimin rode his bike back to the dormitory.
He thought of the scene of Shi Tiesheng sitting in a wheelchair and asking him to read the manuscript, and suddenly felt a little depressed.
Tiesheng could keep writing despite the poor creative conditions. Looking at myself, I am a bit decadent indeed.
Thinking of this, he picked up the pen.
But what to write?
After much deliberation, Lin Weimin decided to turn his attention to a movie he was familiar with.
After searching for works that are in line with the characteristics of this era and can resonate with people, Lin Weimin quickly came up with an idea for a movie.
This movie made a great director, won numerous awards after its release, and was regarded by countless people as a classic in film history. It was also adapted from a novel.
Unfortunately, readers often comment that the original novel is not even one-tenth as good as the movie, and therefore criticize the original author harshly.
Lin Weimin recalled the plot of the movie again and again in his mind and determined that this was a good work worthy of being adapted into a novel.
Only after sorting out all the details in his mind did Lin Weimin start writing.
He hadn't written anything for a while, and when he suddenly started writing, his writing was a little slow and it took him a while to get used to it before he found the feeling.
After writing for about an hour, he rubbed his sore wrists.
Looking back at the opening words, I shook my head in dissatisfaction.
Just as he said, the creator must have a clear enough understanding of the content of his writing, otherwise what he writes will be simply unbearable to read.
Lin Weimin crumpled the manuscript paper into a ball and threw it on the ground. This beginning still needed to be polished.
(End of this chapter)
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