Chapter 180 The response was enthusiastic

The roaring applause in the Capital Theater finally calmed down, but the mood of the audience could not be completely calmed down so quickly. Everyone invariably discussed the plot of the play with familiar and unfamiliar audience members, and even forgot to leave the show.

The lights in the theater came on for a long time before the first audience began to leave.

Gradually, the audience left the theater bit by bit.

Lin Weimin, who was sitting in the front row, had to say hello to some leaders, reporters, and critics under the introduction of the leader of the People's Arts. After more than ten minutes, he took time to say hello to Mr. Wan.

"Teacher, isn't this play well arranged?" Lin Weimin asked with a bit of pride.

Mr. Wan looked at his appearance, and for the rare moment he was not shocked. Instead, he nodded and affirmed: "It's indeed good. Shanzun has put his heart into it."

Ouyang Shanzun on the side quickly said a few words of humility, and did not forget to ask Lin Weimin, "It's all the script written by Teacher Lin."

"Teacher Ouyang, you are so polite."

Mr. Wan smiled and said: "Okay, you two should stop complimenting each other. You have done a good job at your respective jobs, okay?"

Several people looked at each other and smiled.

"Farewell My Concubine" is a big play. It lasts for three hours. It started at the Capital Theater at 7:30. After the curtain call, it was delayed for a long time. It is already 11 o'clock.

Lin Weimin was afraid that Mr. Wan would be tired, "Teacher, how about I take you back first."

Mr. Wan said: "You don't need to send it off. It's too late today. I asked for a car when I came out. I can go out by myself."

At Mr. Wan's level, there is a special car, but the old man rarely uses it. Today, he came to support Lin Weimin, so he enjoyed a special treatment.

Lin Weimin insisted on sending Mr. Wan out of the theater and watched him get into the car before returning to the Capital Theater.

At this time, the audience in the Capital Theater had already left, and only the theater staff were still cleaning. It was too late today, and these staff were also working very hard.

Lin Weimin came backstage, and the actors were as excited as ever. Some actors didn't even take off their makeup and were still chatting about the grand performance they just performed.

When seeing Lin Weimin, everyone greeted warmly: "Teacher Lin!"

"Everyone has worked hard and performed very well. Thank you all for your efforts!" Lin Weimin encouraged.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin."

"It's all written in your notebook!"

Many actors responded to Lin Weimin's encouragement.

Lin Weimin patted Yang Lixin on the shoulder and sighed: "Lixin is going to be famous!"

Yang Lixin said modestly: "Teacher Lin, please don't say that."

Before Lin Weimin could speak, other colleagues around him also echoed: "We said the same thing just now. Li Xin really brought Cheng Dieyi to life this time. I heard the crying in the background just now, it's so

It’s amazing, this is the first time I’ve encountered such a situation in Renyi for so many years.”

Lin Weimin laughed and said: "Everyone performed very well. Li Xin plays a big role, so the audience is naturally deeply impressed by him."

He then touched the head of the actor who played Xiaodouzi and said, "Xi acted the best. The cry when he cut off his finger was so sincere."

Everyone around laughed. In the play, Cheng Dieyi had six fingers when he was a child. In order for him to join the theater troupe, his mother cut off one of his fingers.

After chatting and joking with the actors backstage for a long time, Lin Weimin got up and said goodbye when it was too late.

It was already after twelve o'clock when I got home. In the 1980s when night life was monotonous, it was rare to go home at this time.

When he went to work the next day, Lin Weimin became the focus of everyone's attention again.

Yanjing is the capital. Even in the 1980s when information was not developed, there were more than dozens of print media here, at the national level, city level, government agencies...

The newspapers in Yanjing City alone include Yanjing Morning News, Yanjing Evening News, Yanjing Youth Daily, Legal Evening News and many other newspapers.

The Chinese Literature Society is a publishing organization, and subscriptions to newspapers and magazines are indispensable. Not to mention the newspapers in Yanjing, there are also many subscriptions to newspapers across the country.

Early this morning, several newspapers such as Yanjing Morning News, Yanjing Youth Daily and Beijing News reported on the grand premiere of "Farewell My Concubine" at the Capital Theater last night. The report was not long and the content was full of praise. Colleagues

He took the newspaper and made fun of Lin Weimin.

At the same time, the topic of "Farewell My Concubine" tickets was brought up again, and everyone unanimously asked Lin Weimin to help everyone get some tickets for "Farewell My Concubine".

Renyi's performances all release tickets in advance, but "Farewell My Concubine" is so popular and everyone is busy with work that they can't buy tickets at all.

Colleagues didn't ask Lin Weimin to help for nothing. They asked Lin Weimin to choose two restaurants in Yanjing City, even if everyone gave Lin Weimin the ticket money.

This request was very sincere, and Lin Weimin readily agreed.

He thought to himself that this situation might be inseparable from the scalpers appearing in the Capital Theater.

I never thought there would be scalpers these days.

He has such a vicious vision that he actually picked his own play.

Yao Shuzhi sat firmly on Diaoyutai today and did not go to Lin Weimin. He guessed that Zheng Guo helped her solve the problem.

After get off work in the evening, Lin Weimin went to the guest house to meet Jiang Zilong.

Jiang Zilong came to Yanjing this time to watch a drama, but he did not leave after watching the drama. He had many friends in Yanjing and planned to stay for a few more days. Lin Weimin didn't bother to communicate with him much last night and made an appointment today.

Have a drink together.

The two of them bought some snacks and drinks at a restaurant outside, brought them back, and started drinking in the guest house room.

In addition to the drama "Farewell My Concubine" that is currently being performed, there is also the "Farewell My Concubine" novel that is mentioned to be published in the United States.

"I said you are really good at publishing in magazines, publishing, radio performances, TV series, and dramas. You have earned several royalties for one work, and now you have it published in the United States!" Jiang Zilong exclaimed.

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It's all a coincidence."

Jiang Zilong shook his head, "How can there be so many coincidences! You don't know how famous you are now. Whenever I meet others in Tianjin, I will inevitably talk about you."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"It's so exaggerated." Jiang Zilong poured Lin Weimin a glass of wine, "You, you have underestimated your influence in the literary circle now. If you don't say anything else, just talk about your anecdotes, I don't know how many

People never tire of spreading the word.”

"My anecdote? What anecdote do I have?"

Jiang Zilong looked at Lin Weimin with a teasing smile on his face, "You still need me to count them for you one by one?"

He really crossed his fingers and said, "Going to study at the Institute of Literary Studies and accepting Mr. Wan as my teacher. Does this count as one thing?"

Lin Weimin thought for a moment, "Should... forget it."

"Writing scripts for art at the age of twenty, does that count?"

Lin Weimin hesitated, "Forget it?"

"Writing a manuscript for "Zhongshan", from a short story to a novel, the page has been moved several times while waiting, okay?"

"Calculate?"

"Does it count if I go to YSU to express my love for a female international student?"

Lin Weimin looked embarrassed, "I told you this was a misunderstanding."

"Okay, okay, let's not mention this. "Farewell My Concubine" has sold more than one million copies as a novel alone, right? Counting that issue of "People's Literature", it must have sold three million copies, right?"

"almost."

"Although we are quite different in age, we can still be considered writers of the same generation. Have you ever seen any writer of our generation who has published more novels than you?"

Lin Weimin was a little embarrassed to answer, "...I haven't seen it."

"Now, "Farewell My Concubine" will be published in the United States. Do you know what those people say about you?" Jiang Zilong had a provocative expression on his face.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Zilong said vividly: "What do you mean by Lin Weimin? He really hugged Mr. Wan's big thigh. His writing skills have not improved much, but his reputation is getting bigger and bigger."

"I heard that all of his novels have been published in the United States?"

"What happened to foreign publishing? Mr. Zhou, Mr. Shu, and Mr. Lin, whose works have not been published abroad? Once you become famous, publishing houses will naturally come to you, but how many of them can be popular abroad?"

When Jiang Zilong said this, he couldn't help showing a narrow smile, "Listen, listen, I don't know whether they are praising you or derogating you. You kid can now be compared with seniors of this level."

Lin Weimin was also amused by his words, and laughed and said: "If they say that, I would be happy."

While drinking and chatting, Jiang Zilong drank nearly a kilogram of liquor and still acted like a normal person. Lin Weimin failed. In the end, his speech was a bit out of shape, so he had to spend the night in Jiang Zilong's room.

The performance of "Farewell My Concubine" was still going on at the Capital Theater, while Lin Weimin and Jiang Zilong were drinking.

Zhang Jianjun, who will take the college entrance examination next month, got off the bus and ran towards the Capital Theater happily.

When he entered the theater, he was so anxious that he almost bumped into two female students who were about to enter the theater.

"Why is this person walking without looking at the road? Shuhua, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Let's go in quickly. The show will start soon."

Yao Shuhua said, holding her classmate's hand and walking into the theater.

The Capital Theater is large and can accommodate thousands of spectators to watch performances.

Yao Shuhua never watches dramas. This time she watched "Farewell My Concubine" purely out of her love for the original novel and its author Lin Weimin.

She begged her sister Yao Shuzhi and her future brother-in-law to get the tickets. The brother-in-law got three tickets, two of which were for the same show. The two of them kept them, and gave him the remaining one ticket for today's show.
To be continued...