Chapter 22 Queuing up to buy classics in the middle of the night

Don’t think that if you go to the Literary Research Institute for training, you will definitely be a great writer in the future.

For many of the writers trained by Lin Weimin and others, training at the Literary Research Institute was already the highlight of their lives, and then it was all downhill.

After some people finish training at the Literary Research Institute, their literary talents have not changed much. Their newly created works can only be published in local publications, and some are not even published and no one cares about them.

Therefore, students like Lin Weimin who continue to produce works while still in the training stage of the Institute of Literary Studies and are recognized by many fellow writers are also the favorites of teachers.

"Contemporary" is a literary magazine under the National Literature Publishing House. It was founded in 1979. The founder, Meng Weizai, was the former president of the National Literature Publishing House.

The first issue was released in June 1979, and 70,000 copies were printed and sold out. The second issue, 110,000 copies were printed, and the demand was still in short supply. The third issue, 130,000 copies were printed, with each issue increasing, reaching a peak of 55.

Ten thousand.

At this time, "Contemporary" has only published a few issues, but it has become a first-line literary magazine in China. Even in the 1980s, when magazines and newspapers flourished, it was still unique.

Lin Weimin is not satisfied with the fact that his work can be published in such a magazine, but he can only make a final decision after the editor reads the manuscript.

The next day was Saturday, and the bathroom in the backyard of School D was open. As soon as class ended in the afternoon, students flocked to the bathroom, especially students from the south who were the most enthusiastic.

Everyone who was hesitant just now calmed down and said, "Then let's go together."

"Listen to me, you're right."

Qu Xiaowei said: "No, there are too few books and too many people to buy them."

Next to him, Lin Weimin spread his blanket on the ground and lay down in full view of everyone.

"this……"

The old men who had been howling like ghosts and wolves just now suddenly regained their composure and uprightness.

Among the four major classics, he had read "Dream of Red Mansions", but he had almost forgotten it. There was also a course on "Dream of Red Mansions" taught by Wu Zuxiang later, so he had to make preparations first this time.

After a final discussion, seven people came out of the class: Zhang Lin, Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua, Cheng Shixu, Qu Xiaowei, Lin Weimin and Abeier.

Qu Xiaowei gave a thumbs up, "Xing Xing, it has to be you! I'm not surprised whatever you do."

Among the seven people, only Lin Weimin packed up a roll of bedding. In the car, the other people subconsciously stayed away from him.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when Lin Weimin and his party arrived at the bookstore, and there were people queuing at the door.

Lin Weimin made the final decision.

"Then do we have to go there early and line up?"

It is a habit of School D to turn on the boiler to provide hot water on Saturdays. Now it has become a habit of the students of the Institute of Literature and Literature to take baths on Saturdays. Girls take baths after boys.

Qu Xiaowei hesitated for a moment. Queuing up to buy books was normal for him, but he hadn't really studied how far in advance he had to queue up.

Buying classics?

Lin Weimin felt it was necessary. He had never read the original work of "Water Margin" before, and his knowledge of "Water Margin" was limited to familiar stories and various film and television adaptations. When Mr. Nie Gannu talked about "Water Margin",

He just listened in a daze.

In the past two years, queuing up in bookstores to buy books in the middle of the night has occasionally happened, but when a bachelor like Lin Weimin packed up his clothes and went to the door of the bookstore skillfully, Qu Xiaowei was the first to encounter him.

Qu Xiaowei pointed to his bedding, "Are you going to sleep while waiting in line at the bookstore?"

"Tonight?" Qu Xiaowei resisted instinctively. If he had to wait in line all night, he would suffer.

"Why bother with all this? Just go queue up tonight."

"Hey, I heard that you have to queue up to buy books in the bookstores in Yanjing now. The rows are one or two miles long." Cheng Shixu said from the side.

Lin Weimin said: "It doesn't require so many people. It's the same with classmates helping each other with a few books."

The bathroom is not big, and there is a small transom on the ceiling. People talking in it still have echoes.

There are not many popular songs these days. Everyone either sings red songs or local operas from their hometown. Among them, Jia Dashan sings the loudest, which is completely different from his usual silent character.

"Are you still leaving?" Lin Weimin asked impatiently.

Lin Weimin came out of the bathroom shaking his hair and heard Qu Xiaowei say: "Tomorrow, Wangfujing Bookstore will receive a batch of four major classics and foreign classics. Let's get in line early?"

"No, Weimin, what do you mean? What are you doing with your bedding?"

Boys like to sing and act while taking a bath, and the bathroom with its own reverberation effect seems to be particularly able to arouse this desire.

He is from Northern Hebei, and he also sings Northern Hebei Bangzi. His singing style is high-pitched, passionate, and generous, which is unforgettable as soon as he hears it. Lin Weimin doesn't know what kind of opera he is singing, but it is probably Lao Sheng's singing style.

"Sleep!"

Back in the dormitory, other classmates heard that they were going to Wangfujing Bookstore to buy books, and they were also ready to do so. But when they heard that they had to queue up at night, they were a little scared.

Lin Weimin packed up his clothes and came out of the dormitory. Everyone was a little dumbfounded when they saw his posture.

With the ardent expectations of the classmates, the group of seven set off and boarded the No. 18 bus.

Qu Xiaowei complained while occupying the position.

Except for Zhang Lin and Jiang Zilong, everyone is a new force.

While these people were singing, Lin Weimin was listening on the sidelines. He was from the Northeast, but he couldn't sing Errenzhuan. Not to mention a little New Year's greeting, he was just a hat boy. Singing Errenzhuan was a joke, wasn't it?

Taking a shower is like pressing a karaoke switch. When you finish taking a shower, the switch automatically turns off.

I can't afford to lose that person!

Wangfujing Bookstore is located at No. 14 Wangfujing Street. Thirty years have passed since its birth. After two expansions, the Wangfujing Bookstore officially opened last year, with a total construction area of ​​6,300 square meters and a business area of ​​3,600 square meters. It has become

The largest bookstore in the country at the time.

"Tell me, how much free time do these people have?"

This discovery made Qu Xiaowei a little excited. When he came here, he was afraid that they were just messing around, but he didn't expect that there were people who were full and had nothing to do, so they queued up to buy books.

In the 1980s, any literate person who came to Yanjing and said he had never been to Wangfujing Bookstore was as if he had come to Yanjing in vain. In the minds of scholars at that time, Wangfujing Bookstore had no less status than

In the Forbidden City.

"Wei Min is right. We don't need so many people to go, just pick a few people to go." Squad leader Zhang Lin began to organize.

"What's wrong?" Lin Weimin said confidently.

Several fellow travelers quickly stayed away from him, for fear of being misunderstood as being in a group.

There were only six or seven people in front of them, and they would definitely not be afraid of not being able to buy books tomorrow morning. They were standing or squatting in line behind Lin Weimin, chatting, and found that a long line was starting to form behind them.

By the time it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, the queue was so long that the end of the queue was no longer visible.

Cheng Shixu ran to the end to take a look. When he came back, his voice was inexplicably excited, "They queued up for more than a mile!"

He had only heard of it before, but today his eyes were opened!
Chapter completed!