Chapter 207 That headrest

Cheng Zhongshi smoked a cigarette, exhaled a breath of second-hand smoke, and pondered for a long time before saying: "Think about it! Why haven't I thought about it? But the road must be walked step by step, and the food must be eaten one bite at a time. I know my current level, and I will go there."

It’s still not up to the task of writing a long story.”

Lin Weimin said: "Writing the novella is actually an exercise for you. I think after two more chapters, it will be almost the same."

Cheng Zhongshi showed a somewhat expectant smile.

Lin Weimin stood up, looked outside the room, and sighed: "This Guanzhong land has been exposed to wind and rain for thousands of years, but there are too many things to write about. If you write a long novel in the future, here will be the best material."

Cheng Zhongshi's eyes lit up, and he stood up as well, "Yes, you really thought of me."

He walked to the door of his ancestral house, and outside the door lay the vast land of Guanzhong. Cheng Zhongshi stared at it for a long time, then turned to look at Lin Weimin, with a hint of ambition in his eyes from unknown time.

"For the people, after being said like this, I feel more and more itchy when I think about it! A thought suddenly came to my mind just now.

Until the day I die, I need to have something like that to rest my head on!"

The more Cheng Zhongshi spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and by the end, his tone became lower.

"I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope I can make myself a brick that can cushion my head!"

"A brick that can cushion the head" naturally does not refer to a pillow, but a work that allows Cheng Zhongshi to close his eyes. It must be a long novel that can stand up.

Lin Weimin laughed and thought to himself, this is right, what kind of short story are you writing? Your culture is not good enough to write short stories.

"Brother, the Spring and Autumn Period is at its peak. Decades of hard work are enough for you to write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation." Lin Weimin complimented.

Only then did Cheng Zhongshi come back from his intense imagination, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"I believe it myself."

Lin Weimin shook his head and said: "This is not a big talk, it should be called an ambition. I think this ambition is very good. I really look forward to seeing you write this work that can 'lay your head off'!"

He said and smiled at Cheng Zhongshi again, "When the time comes, it must be published in our "Contemporary"!"

Encouraged by him, Cheng Zhongshi finally faced his own heart and said, "Okay, if I really write it down, I will definitely publish it in "Contemporary"."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

While chatting, it was noon and Cheng Zhongshi insisted on making a bowl of noodles for Lin Weimin.

"The conditions at home are simple, so don't be dissatisfied."

After a simple lunch, we talked about the manuscript again.

Cheng Zhongshi took out the two novels "Kang Family Courtyard" and "Early Summer". One needs revision, and the other is still a third of the way to completion. Cheng Zhongshi is not a fast guy like Mo Yan. In a day or two

I will definitely never finish writing it.

"Then wait until you finish writing and then mail it to me. Don't make it too late. Is it okay in late December?"

Cheng Zhongshi thought carefully before agreeing to Lin Weimin, "No problem."

"Then it's settled."

After talking about business, Lin Weimin stood up and prepared to leave. Cheng Zhongshi stood up to see him off and insisted on sending him to a stop where he could take a bus into the city.

As the two walked in the village, they would always feel some attention from time to time.

Cheng Zhongshi was a celebrity in the village, a great writer, and he occasionally had guests at home. In the eyes of the villagers of Xijiang Village, these were all great cultural figures.

Lin Weimin is handsome and elegant, and at first glance he looks like an ink drinker.

There were children following behind the two of them, looking at them curiously and laughing and playing from time to time.

Lin Weimin and Cheng Zhongshi chatted all the way without taking it seriously.

When he was about to leave the village, he met an old man. The old man was tall and looked a little different from the old men in the village. Lin Weimin observed for a few seconds and found that his waist was always straight as he walked through the village.

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Seeing Lin Weimin's eyes wandering over the old man who had already walked over, Cheng Zhongshi introduced: "He is the patriarch of our clan here."

Lin Weimin whispered: "I feel like he is a person with a story."

Cheng Zhongshi laughed, "Who doesn't have a story?"

"Some people's stories are like a page of papyrus, while some people's stories are like a thick epic."

After Lin Weimin said this meaningfully, he walked in front, while Cheng Zhongshi fell behind, chewing his words over and over again.

He couldn't help but look back at the retreating patriarch's back, and there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Lin Weimin got on the bus back to Xi'an and waved to Cheng Zhongshi, who was still standing next to the bus.

It was already evening when we returned to XA City.

Lin Weimin did not rush to the train station, but first found a guest house to stay. Early the next morning, he called the Literary and Art Association where Lu Yao was currently working, and learned that Lu Yao had recently written a movie script for "Life".

He went deep into the countryside of northern Shaanxi to collect stories, and he was accompanied by director Wu Tianming.

These days, neither communications nor transportation are developed. Once people go out, it is extremely difficult to find them.

It seems that Teacher Lin’s manuscript compilation work can only come to an end here.

Far away in northern Shaanxi, Lu Yao and Wu Tianming were squatting in a corner of a market to observe the living conditions of farmers.

He shivered inexplicably and swayed.

Wu Tianming noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, maybe I'm hungry."

Wu Tianming said: "Who told you not to have breakfast?"

Lu Yao didn't answer Wu Tianming's words. Lin Weimin's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt happy in his heart.

Thanks to accepting the job of adapting the screenplay for the movie "Life", otherwise I would have received a reminder letter from Weimin at this time, or even a reminder phone call.

After staying on the train for more than a day, Lin Weimin returned to Yanjing again.

I went out to compile the manuscript twice in a row, which lasted half a month.

The manuscripts organized by Lin Weimin alone include two novellas by Yu Hua, "Going for a Long Journey at the Age of Eighteen" and "Noon when the Northwest Wind Whists", a short story "Folk Music" by Mo Yan and a novella "Transparent".

"Carrots", plus Chen | Zhongshi's two novellas "Kang Family Courtyard" and "Early Summer", plus He Yunlu's novel "New Star", the space of this January issue of "Contemporary" has exceeded

, and the distribution of manuscript types is also very uneven.

Qin Chaoyang suddenly had a headache when he looked at the manuscript information in the January issue. He was very happy when composing the manuscript, but it was painful when typesetting it.

Lin Weimin's tone was relaxed, "Anyway, I have prepared the manuscript for you, and the rest is none of my business."

He clapped his hands and said to Qin Chaoyang: "Is the leave you promised me still counted?"

Tan Chaoyang glanced at him but said nothing.

"Then I'll take a break this week and take two more days of personal leave."

"Why did you take so many days off?"

"I have something to do."

Tan Chaoyang was suspicious, "What can happen to you?"

Lin Weimin said dissatisfied: "What are you talking about? Nothing can happen to me? I go to work seriously and diligently every day, isn't it worth these few days of rest?"

"Okay, okay, stop saying weird things."

Tan Chaoyang was so annoyed by his nonsense that he kicked him out of the office.

Lin Weimin whistled and walked briskly back to the office.

"Hey, what good thing is this for the people?" Liu Yin joked.

Lin Weimin couldn't help laughing, "Nothing, just a few days off."

Zhu Changsheng said: "It's time to rest for two days. You have been running for the people for half a month, right?"

"Isn't that right?" Lin Weimin packed his bag and waved to everyone, "I won't work with you these days. I wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night!"

Everyone was amused by his strange appearance and weird words, but little did they know that what Lin Weimin said was a classic line.

It's a pity that no one understands me and I am as lonely as snow.

Lin Weimin is in a good mood, with a handsome back.

As soon as he got on the motorcycle, he was about to press the accelerator.

"For the people! Wait a minute!"

Lin Weimin followed the sound and saw that a window on the second floor of the back building was open, and Qin Chaoyang stretched out his head and called to him.

Old comrades, you are not afraid of catching a cold in this cold weather.

"What's the matter, leader?" Lin Weimin replied.

"I have your phone number."

The urgency of things these days can probably be divided by means of communication, which are letters, telegrams, and phone calls in that order.

A phone call is usually a relatively important matter.
To be continued...