Liu Jinyun's attitude was kind and his words were filled with respect for Lin Chaoyang.

This respect not only comes from Lin Chaoyang's literary achievements, but also lies in the influence of the drama "The First Floor in the World" on the People's Art Theatre.

Since its first performance in 1981, "The First Floor in the World" has become famous in the capital.

In the third year of the performance, the number of performances exceeded 300. So far, there have been 750 performances in 15 years, making it one of the rare evergreen dramas in the history of the People's Art Theater.

During this period, the People's Art Theater also took this drama to tour abroad and perform abroad. Wherever he went, he received rave reviews.

"Thank you, Dean Liu, thank you everyone!" Lin Chaoyang once again expressed his gratitude to Liu Jinyun and the actors of the People's Art Theater.

It is not that easy to organize a drama performance. It is not the season for "The First Floor in the World". For a performance, I praised the crew and worked hard to rehearse dozens of staff members in front and behind the scenes. Lin Chaoyang felt deeply guilty.

"Teacher Chaoyang, we should thank you. Without your good book, what can we do? If you have time, it would be better to help us guide the script."

"Xiao Feng!"

Feng Yuanzheng in the crowd said a few words without restraint. He said the first two words very well, but the latter words were a little distorted and were scolded by Liu Jinyun.

"Comrade Chaoyang, I'm really embarrassed. The theater now lacks good books. These young actors can't play many roles, and sometimes they have to take on some jobs outside, so they can't help but have some ideas."

Liu Jinyun explained apologetically.

Lin Chaoyang was speechless, what about you two playing me like this?

He didn't mind Liu Jinyun's little thoughts. He had just helped him voluntarily, so he was not so inhumane.

"If there is anything I need to help, Dean Liu might as well say it."

Lin Chaoyang was so direct that Liu Jinyun's face was first delighted, and then he showed a hint of embarrassment of being exposed.

"Or what if I'll talk about this in detail to you?"

"That's fine."

As he spoke, Lin Chaoyang expressed his gratitude to the staff of the People's Art Theater again.

After leaving the backstage, Tao Yushu muttered, "I thought he was so kind, no wonder he didn't even need the performance fee."

Lin Chaoyang said with a smile: "Does of people have been busy for at least a week, so it is natural for them to ask for something."

"He doesn't think about it. If I get this favor, won't they get more?"

"Doesn't this just mean that people don't have anything else to ask for, but the matter is simple."

Tao Yushu said angrily: "You are the most understanding."

"Why not do anything to help others with just a little effort?" Lin Chaoyang said in a light tone.

The couple chatted and walked towards Tao's father. From a distance, they could see that his face was red and chatting with a vice principal of Yan University.

I don’t know what the vice principal said, which made Tao’s father laugh and his eyebrows were full of lust.

The two walked up to each other, exchanged a few greetings with the vice principal, and then left.

Tao Yushu joked: "Dad, you are so popular today. Don't you let those old colleagues be jealous and crazy?"

Tao's father pretended to be unhappy and said, "Jing is just kidding your father! Why am I so popular? Why don't I borrow light from the morning sun?"

"Dad, look at what you said. It is my honor to host today's conference!"

The couple's repeated teasing made Tao's father smile, "You guys--."

Tao's father asked about the manuscripts and creative materials that Lin Chaoyang donated to the Literary Research Association today. The writer's manuscripts and creative materials said that they are precious and precious, because this one is the only one.

But it is not precious, nor is it precious, especially for contemporary writers.

But Lin Chaoyang is different from ordinary writers. Over the years, he has used his works to leave a strong color in the history of contemporary Chinese literature. His manuscripts and creative materials are quite valuable to the contemporary literary world.

This is true whether in terms of collection or research.

"Everyone has agreed that the things will be collected in Yanda Library first, and only members of the research association have the right to borrow them."

When Tao's father heard him say this, he nodded, "That's fine. Just that thing, don't end up being a fool, it's a pity!"

The three of them were talking, and Tao Yushu stopped and ran away quickly to keep the old man who was about to leave not far away.

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang, please stay."

Wang Furen of Yan Normal University is the first member of the Lin Chaoyang (China) Literature Research Association. He is a professor at Yan Normal University and his main research field is modern literature.

Tao Yushu was his student when he was studying at Yan Normal University.

Just now, there were too many people at the conference. Tao Yushu didn't have time to talk to the teacher. Now that the conference is over, she plans to invite the other party to her house for dinner.

Back at Langrun Lake Apartment, Lin Chaoyang cooked himself.

Tao Yushu chatted with Wang Furen, the former mentor, and Wang Furen was full of heart when talking about the past.

Tao Yushu was the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination in 1977. Among her students, she was also the smartest.

The hardest.

When she graduated, she went to work as an editor in a literary magazine. Several teachers had discussed it before, but she felt that it was a bit useless.

With Tao Yushu's diligence and talent, he can shine in a larger field, such as engaging in academic research, and embarking on a career in the officialdom.

After a few years, Tao Yushu has achieved some results as an editor, discovered many new people and new works, and became a well-known editor in the literary circle of Yanjing.

When several teachers talked, they felt less regretful and thought it was good to be an editor.

Later, when I heard about Tao Yushu, I came from other students that Tao Yushu went to Xiangjiang to do business.

In those years, many intellectuals who went to college went abroad, not many of them went to Xiangjiang, and the teachers didn't feel anything when they heard the news.

Until a few years ago, the country announced that it would carry out the development of Pudong. That news was broadcasting about Shanghai and Pudong.

One day, Tao Yushu appeared on CCTV's "News Broadcast" scene, and former teachers and classmates met her again in this form.

"No one expected that Yushu's career is so successful now, it sounds like a dream."

Wang Furen talked about his attention to Tao Yushu over the years, and his tone was full of emotion.

Tao's father was also moved by his daughter's career development over the years through the perspectives of others.

"She is lucky and has Chaoyang willing to support her. The couple has been in trouble for so many years, sharing the ups and downs."

Wang Furen smiled and said, "Yes. Yushu was beautiful when she was young. The little bastards in the department behind her back all said that she was the school beauties of our Chinese department and the dream lovers of many young people.

After learning about her marriage, I don’t know how many young men were lost.

Later, the love story between her and Chaoyang was passed down in our school for a while. Even now, the couple are also role models of love for that generation."

When the teacher mentioned the incident when he was studying back then, Tao Yushu rarely showed a bit of embarrassed expression.

Wang Furen talked very happily and continued, "I still remember that the couple came to our teacher's family building that year.

Visit some of our teachers.

At that time, "The Little Shoes" of Chaoyang had just been published and received a lot of praise.

I was having a meal at Teacher Hou’s house at that time, and it has been so many years in a flash.

Unexpectedly, today I became a member of Chaoyang’s Literary Research Association.”

Wang Furen's face was full of remembrance, and he laughed unconsciously at the end of his speech.

Tao Yushu listened to these words and also missed her days at school. She also smiled and said, "This means that she is still destined to be together."

After chatting for a while, Lin Chaoyang prepared lunch. After dinner, Tao Yushu arranged for someone to send Wang Furen home.

In the afternoon, the couple walked from Langrun Lake to Yanda South Gate. Tao Yushu held Lin Chaoyang's arm, spoke while walking, enjoying this rare quiet time.

When I returned to Xiaoliubukou Hutong, I saw Tao Xiwu and two young men at home.

"Why did you run over?" Tao Yushu asked him.

"I'm having something to do with my eldest uncle."

Tao Yushu looked at her husband and nephew suspiciously, not knowing what they could do.

"You go and do it first."

Lin Chaoyang sent Tao Yushu, and Tao Xiwu stepped forward and handed over the script.

Last time, for the sake of my brother-in-law's face, Lin Chaoyang privately performed a major operation for the script of "Video Hall" and pointed out the existing problems one by one. The opinions raised were almost equivalent to teaching the script step by step.

After Tao Xiwu got the script, he brainstormed with Xu Haofeng and Lu Weijian for a long time and found that the project volume was greater than rewriting it again.

But several people also discovered the benefit, which was that the content modified according to the opinions in the script looked good.

So the few people worked hard and struggled for more than a month, and finally took out the script.

"Big uncle, what do you think?"

Lin Chaoyang flipped through the script and read it for almost an hour. Tao Xiwu and the other two kept staring at him, and their faces were full of Zhixin.

Seeing that he put down the script, Tao Xiwu immediately came up to ask.

"It's OK, I've passed the exam."

Hearing this, Tao Xiwu's nervous expression immediately melted into a smile. He asked again uncertainly: "Pass?

Then what do you mean is, have you passed the test?"
To be continued...